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Tfa Team Au.

Tailbreaker.

Crosshair.

Más información en la historia.

Here I leave you my first story about Transformers Animated, I hope you like it.

Aqui les dejo mi primera historia sobre Transformers Animated, espero y les guste.

Es malo que me agrade este imbécil, y que cada que puede trate de encontrar historias en donde tenga desarrollo de personaje?

Is it bad that I like this idiot, and that everyone who can tries to find stories where he has character development?

Había olvidado que ya tenía todo un Au de Tfa en donde Sentinel tenía Tres hermanos mayores.

Sus nombres eran Zeta, Aegis y Vallatius.

Aqui les dejo la información de ellos y algunas imágenes:

Zeta Prime.

¿Qué tan protector sería Zeta con Sentinel?

Como si siquiera pensaras en tirarte a su hermano. Se acabó el juego para ti ya que él es un poco mejor en batalla que su hermano.

¿Cuál de los dos hermanos sería más peligroso, Zeta o Sentinel?

Definitivamente Zeta.

¿Cuál sería la peor cualidad de Zeta?.

La peor cualidad de Zeta es que no es muy bueno con la gente y es muy malo socializando.

¿Cómo se lleva Zeta con los Jettwins y qué pasaría si Optimus intentara tener una relación con Sentinel?

Creo que Zeta estaría muy bien con los Jettwins incluso si no le gusta exactamente la idea Autobots Voladores. Creo que Zeta odiaría o no entendería por qué Sentinel y Optimus están saliendo ahora. No gritará ni será activamente hostil hacia la relación, pero probablemente será discreto, pasivo-agresivo con respecto a toda la situación, ya que todavía no confía en Optimus.

¿Cómo sería la personalidad de Sentinel, debido a la influencia y apoyo de Zeta, sería igual que en el canon o sería ligeramente diferente?

Probablemente un poco diferente, ya que al menos tiene un sistema de apoyo para detener o al menos frenar su espiral descendente en la tercera temporada. Creo que la mayor parte del mal comportamiento de Sentinel proviene de su falta de un sistema de apoyo o de una salida saludable para su trauma. Así que probablemente seas menos idiota con la influencia de Zeta.

¿Cómo reacciona Zeta al enterarse de que Sentinel estaba haciendo negocios con Lockdown?

Zeta señalando a Lockdown: ¿quién es este tipo?

Ok, pero con toda seriedad, creo que estaría un poco decepcionado al saber que Sentinel en realidad no ha atrapado a Decepticon por sí solo, pero probablemente le importaría menos la situación que Prowl o Jazz. Porque seamos honestos, toda la trama de Lockdown y Sentinel es un poco estúpida, ya que Lockdown no es técnicamente un decepticon, en realidad no hay nada malo en que contrate a Lockdown. Además, es un poco extraño si consideramos que Lockdown no logró atrapar a Starscream con Prowl.

Zeta, ¿qué tan buen médico es?.

Zeta es un médico bastante bueno y sus pacientes salen de su centro médico bastante satisfechos.

• Ahora tengo la necesidad de que Zeta tenga fama de doctor de la muerte, entre los Decepticons. Creo que lo llamarían así desde que era miembro de la guardia élite alguna vez tuvo que enfrentarse a unos Decepticons, y por eso tiene cicatrices en el cuerpo y esa reputación.

Aegis Prime.

Oye, ¿qué pasa si agregamos otro hermano a los hermanos, Sentinel y Zeta, y lo convertimos en el del medio?

¿Quieres decir como trillizos? Luego supongo que tenemos Zeta, Aegis y Sentinel Prime.

Entonces, ¿cómo sería Aegis Prime, personalidad, apariencia, habilidad y posición en la guardia de élite?.

Creo que Aegis sería más extrovertido y optimista en comparación con sus otros dos hermanos. Siempre en movimiento y siempre con una pequeña sonrisa en el rostro. Es el hermano "más agradable", ya que Zeta puede ser demasiado frío con las personas que conoce y Sentinel puede ser un imbécil engreído y, en ocasiones, ser un arándano enojado. Por eso es el más accesible de los tres. Su habilidad es una lanza eléctrica, es el Secretario del Tesoro de la guardia de élite (suponiendo que sean algo así) y se parecía al Gen1 Sentinel, pero tiene sombras.

Tal vez probablemente ya que es el más extrovertido de los tres, pero puede que no le guste mucho Optimus si Sentinel le contó sobre el accidente

• Vallatius Prime.

oye perdóname, pero me dio algo con que estos tres (Zeta, Aegis, Sentinel) tienen un cuarto hermano, y él está en el medio con Aegis.

Ok, te parecías a Aegis pero más bajo y eres de un color morado más oscuro. Tu personalidad es melodramática y un poco snob, pero no tan arrogante como la de tu hermano menor Sentinel. tu habilidad es un arma de asta y tu puesto es el de ingeniero de combate. Su nombre es Vallatius.

Sabes lo que me siento un poco sano hoy. Creo que Sentinel ama a sus tres hermanos, incluso si a veces lo ponen de los nervios.

¿Vallatius alguna vez hizo algo sin sentido similar al que hizo el centinela con respecto a Aracha siete?

Vallatius una vez pensó que un área era segura para que sus amigos festejaran mientras intentaban saltarse una aburrida conferencia de la academia, pero casi terminan haciendo volar toda el área y desde ese día se convierte en el más sobreprotector de los hermanos.

Los cuatro.

Ya conozco la reacción de Zeta, ahora necesito la de Aegis y Vallatius, ¿sobre Optimus que quiere una relación romántica con Sentinel?

Aegis se quedará en silencio mientras Vallatius se desmayará por el shock. Pero creo que Aegis es el primero de los hermanos en aceptarlos como pareja, pero por ahora, le está dando a Optimus el ojo hundido con Zeta y Vallatius.

¿Cuál es el más sobreprotector?

¿Quién es el mejor en combate?

¿Cómo reaccionaron los tres ante el trauma centinela con Aracha siete?

Vallatius es el más sobreprotector y no quiere que les pase nada terrible a sus hermanos, por lo que son los primeros en correr hacia Sentinel después del accidente de Aracha Seven e inmediatamente preguntan "ok, ¿a quién tengo que matar?". Zeta y Aegis también son protectores, pero mucho menos. extremo que Vallatius. Zeta es el mejor en una situación de combate en comparación con sus otros hermanos y rara vez lo toman desprevenido.

si Zeta, Aegis y Vallatius vieran a Optimus y Blackarachnia, cuál sería su primera opción

¿Pegar, regañar o ignorar?

Para Aegis: regañar (puede que sea el "más simpático" pero eso no significa que no haya cosas que le enojen o le pongan de los nervios)

Zeta: también Regañaría pero de forma pasivo-agresiva.

Vallatius: primero los regañarían y avanzarían hasta tirarles tomates para que se fueran.

El punto es que si te metes con uno de los hermanos principales, te metes con todos ellos.

ok, Zeta tiene una maza, Aegis tiene una lanza eléctrica y Sentinel tiene un escudo... ¿qué tiene Vallatius?

Ratchet y Zeta, ¿serían buenos amigos ya que ambos son médicos?

Bueno, Zeta no es muy bueno interactuando con personas fuera de sus hermanos, por lo que, en el mejor de los casos, sería conocido de Ratchet, pero no exactamente amigo.

sari y abejorro, ¿le harían bromas a Zeta, Aegis y Vallatius?

Si Sari y Bumblebee le hicieran bromas a sus hermanos, Zeta diría "ja, ja, muy gracioso" mientras ponía los ojos en blanco. Aegis y Vallatius, por otro lado, les devolverían la broma. Aegis porque le encantan las bromas y Vallatius porque quieren vengarse de dos por arruinar su nueva capa de pintura.

¿Cuál de los cuatro es el más alto y cuánta diferencia de edad tienen?

Zeta es el más alto y Vallatius es el más bajo a pesar de ser el hijo del medio. No sé cómo funciona el juego de plataformas, así que asumo que todos se crearon con unos minutos de diferencia entre sí, siendo Zeta el primero y Sentinel el último.

Centinela, ¿qué tan cerca está de cada uno de sus hermanos? ¿Cómo luchan los cuatro como equipo?

La relación más cercana de Sentinel entre sus tres hermanos es con Vallatius, ya que disfruta pasarlos con ellos más a pesar de que su sobreprotección a veces lo pone de los nervios. Es bastante cercano a Zeta y Aegis, pero Vallatius siempre será su compañero.

¿Cuál fue la primera reacción de Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Prowl y Sari, al ver a los hermanos mayores de Sentinel y ver a su líder temblar ante la mirada de Zeta y Vallatius?

Probablemente abrirían la boca como en una caricatura.

Porque tengo la sensación de que Zeta puede regañar a sus hermanos y mantenerlos callados con solo su mirada.

Probablemente. Él es el más intimidante de sus hermanos y sabes que realmente te equivocas si Zeta te da el trato silencioso o actúa pasivo-agresivo contigo.

Zeta tiene rivalidad con blurr, creo que es porque el velocista no deja que nuestro doctor lo cuide.

Zeta odia a Blurr porque es demasiado rápido para su trasero.

Tengo la impresión de que Sentinel intentó hacer negocios con Lockdown, Vallatius iría por él y lo regañaría y amenazaría a Lockdown, Aegis estaría muy preocupado y Zeta solo está preparando el sofá y el energon para una larga noche.

Canon. ¿Te imaginas lo divertido que sería tfa si los hermanos de Sentienl fueran canon? De repente, el espectáculo sería diez veces más divertido.

Zeta, Aegis o Vallatius, ¿tienes algún miedo o fobia?

Aegis tiene claustrofobia y Vallatius tiene atelofobia y finalmente Zeta tiene atiquifobia.

Se me ocurrió algo realmente divertido que los hermanos principales podrían hacer.

Si Sentinel comenzara una discusión con Optimus y el equipo de mantenimiento se uniera, creo que sus hermanos intervendrían y serían así: Vallatius, apoyando a Sentinel y dramatizando más la situación, Aegis siendo pasivo agresivo con Bumblebee y Bulkhead, para que no lo hagan. se involucran, y al final Zeta silencia a sus hermanos con una mirada y luego se dirige al equipo de mantenimiento y les dice "no les vuelvas a hablar así". Y fin de la discusión.

¿Qué piensan Ultra Magnus y The Council sobre los hermanos principales? ¿Ya que asumo que llegan a ser algo “Extravagante”?

Creo que tienen mucho con lo que lidiar ahora, son 4.

¿Crees que alguno de los hermanos principales sabe que Longarm es o sospecha que es un Decepticon? Shockwave cree que uno de los hermanos principales es un peligro.

Probablemente Zeta, ya que le gusta vigilar de cerca (u óptica... lo que sea) las cosas. Creo que sería gracioso si Shockwave simplemente no lo supiera.

cómo reaccionaron Optimus, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Prowl, Sari, Jazz, Ultra magnus y casi todo el elenco de tfa cuando se enteraron que Sentinel tenía a Zeta, Aegis y Vallatius como hermanos.

Creo que los Decepticons dijeron: estos son peores que starscream

y los autobots: por suerte estas pesadillas están de nuestro lado.

¡Gente!.

Olvide que teia esto en mi galería, pero... ¡NECESITO QUE ALGUIEN DIBUJE A MI REINA CON ESTE VESTIDO!

eso tiene logica para mi

that makes sense to me

Tengo una duda, por que siempre ponen a Sentinel Prime como el villano o antagonista en las historias de Transformers, cuando en G1 fue un héroe. 🤔

I have a question, because they always put Sentinel Prime as the villain or antagonist in the Transformers stories, when in G1 he was a hero. 🤔

TFA Sentinel, perdio un óptico, ustedes hagan el contexto.

TFA Sentinel, lost an optician, you give the context.

Orion was running through Iacon again, as he had re-entered the archives and was being chased by Drawing and his brother? It doesn't matter, what matters is that they don't catch him now.

— I hope D is close —he thought as he jumped on one of the transformers

[...]

Sentinel was again giving his speech about going to the surface, while trying not to show his anger. In his mind, he told himself how much he hated having to meet those Quintessons.

Sentinel gave his speech from the top of a platform, seeking to make it more dramatic. It wasn't the best idea, but seeing those fools look at him like he was a god made it all worth it.

— Don't worry, my friends, I will return, and this time with the Leadership Matrix —he said, extending his arms as he listened to the cheers and applause of the crowd.

I could feel Arachind preparing the drones that would form his guard, when they all heard a loud crash.

Orion had managed to mislead the larger bots, but in his escape he caused an accident that threw him into the air.

Everything happened so quickly that the only thing they saw was how something hit the Prime, throwing it off the platform. It took a few kliks for Arachind and the drones to react, but by then Sentinel was already falling.

— Miners! —Sentinel thought, annoyed.

As he fell, he managed to grab Pax? or whatever it's called, landing inelegantly on the ground.

Everyone remained silent. Had a miner taken down Sentinel Prime? TO A PRIME!.

They all knew their Prime was a kind person who loved them, but they doubted he would forgive a transgression like that. Several bots were upset. What did that miner think when doing such nonsense? Even the miners looked at Orion Pax with irritation; They knew he was crazy, but not that crazy. D-16 was trying to decide whether to help his friend or hit him.

Sentinel roughly set the miner down, annoyed and wanting to turn the gearless fool into a pile of scrap metal. However, he couldn't afford that; It would ruin his image as someone kind, which would be even worse. She heard Arachind land next to her, ready to act as that miner's executioner, but he motioned for her to stop. She looked at him confused, but obeyed.

— What do I do with this fool? —he thought, as he felt his bags filling up. Of course, they would choose this moment to fill up.

If he turned it into scrap metal, the crowd would probably support him, but in the long run, who knows what consequences it would bring. On the other hand, leaving this unpunished would be just as bad. Now I understood why the Primes looked so rusty: being a leader was stressful! But not for him.

[...]

Orion was sent to the waste, where he met a robot named B-127. Bee sounded better.

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things that I'm too lazy to write, but they are important

• Orion killed Steve (F for Steve) and they found Alpha Trion's call for help.

• Through the gates like in the movie, they came out, but they went for D-16, which was not difficult to convince.

• The same thing happened in the Movie, all canon until they arrive with Alpha Trion.

• We continue with the canon, but adding that after knowing the truth and seeing Sentinel kneeling, he shouted something like: "AND HE DARE TO USE HER TITS TO MANIPULATE?!"

And when Alpha Trion heard that, he started coughing, because he omitted that Sentinel also used that on them... especially with Megatronus and Zeta before the ambush to get them drunk on energon.

and we remained faithful to the canon from there until we arrived with the Elite High Guard, let's say that many things arrived at Bee's apartment in waste.

Bee was trying to get that thing out of his mouth, and when he did Shockwave yelled at Soundwave. But just as he did in canon he presented them, and you know the rest, but watch out for the following

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— Didn't you three have an interface with Sentinel? —Bee commented, interrupting Starscream's questioning.

Everyone was silent. They didn't expect to hear that today, and even less so in this context.

— What are you implying? —Starscream questioned, angrily approaching a too 'innocent' Bee.”

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and that's where I lack talent, but basically Bee showed some... quite uploaded clips or videos of Sentinel pleasuring Shockwave, giving Soundwave a blowjob and letting Starscream well... I'll leave it to your imagination.

Orion, Elita and D-16 were somewhat overloaded by seeing those images. Sentinel may be a traitor, but at the dock he looked like a king... it also seems that he likes to be dominated or to use pain games.

All of this ended up in waste, because Sentinel did not see the use of keeping those things since he could not use them as blackmail.

Mejor dicho no podría estar.

Sentinel Prime and Airachnid in Transformers One were literally just

Beautiful 😍

sorry

Gracias a @dumpster-fae y a toda la gente que me ha ayudado a llegar a los 100 reblogueos.

Omg!!!

Reto a que intenten dibujar a Sentinel Prime de Transformers One, con este atunedo.

Reto a que intenten dibujar a Sentinel Prime de Transformers One, con este atunedo.

Esto es sublime 🫢🥹

I know I’m late and idc, and I know some of the animated parts are bad I’m lazy

Es que el tipo esta bien guapo, y su carisma, Dios sí fuera al menos un buen tipo, o al menos no el villano. Sería más que perfecto 👌

Pero igual lo quiero así.

I knewwwww it i knew it i knew it i knew it i love his stupid asshole face and douchy personality.

Segunda parte 🤭

INSIDE THE SHIP OF FLESH

second part to Inside The Tower of Gold!!

⚠️ WARNINGS!! ⚠️

transformers one spoilers, NON-CON, tentacle sex, ovipositon + egg laying, sounding, semi-public sex

y'all... I have NO idea how this fic turned out like this. I wasn't even expecting to write this chapter, let alone make it this... explicit. enjoy!

Going to the surface wasn't exactly a pleasant experience on a regular day, let alone after Sentinel's... experience last night. The more he thought about it while getting ready, the more conflicted he got. He still ached all over and the ozonic scent of leftover transfluids practically wafted off his frame. He buffed out as many scratches and paint transfers that he could in around 10 kliks, which admittedly... wasn't a lot.

Sentinel had respect for the Quintessons, of course he did. They helped him get everything he wanted and then some, all in return for a bit of energon. But they weren't exactly friendly, to say the least. They were very demanding creatures. Always wanting more. But he always just grit his denta and smiled, something he was very practiced at doing by now.

His announcement was slightly more rushed than usual. He still looked a bit of a mess, despite his best efforts. Scuffs and scratches littered his usually perfect plating, and his smile was slightly more forced. His powerful voice boomed over the Iacon display screens as he explained how he was once again "going to the surface and risking his life to find the matrix, for the greater good of the cybertronian race!" with a wide, toothy smile. He could hear the cheers from the broadcast room, mechs and femmes alike screaming his name. He puffed his chassis out slightly, grinning as the broadcast ended. He turned to Airachnid, and gave her a nod as they finished the final preparations.

As he stood in front of the Quintessons he couldn't help but feel that something was off. Sure, he had brought a little less energon than usual, but the way their red glowing eyes stared him down was wrong. He kept his cool, even when the high commander moved closer, hot breath washing over his frame. Slimy organic tentacles grabbed at him, bringing him up to its face. The Quintesson sniffed him, its eyes glowing just a little brighter as it lifted Sentinel up, eyeing his shoddily welded-on modesty panelling.

"I'll be bringing extra next time, I promise." Sentinel smiled as much as he could, trying to ignore the damp breath of the Quintesson high commander as it wafted over his face plate, the stench of something astringent filling his olfactory sensors. He was so focused on the smell, he didn't feel the slimy appendages inching tighter around his limbs.

It happened so quickly. His already once injured modesty panel was being pried off. Without thinking, he retracted it. The Quintesson sniffed again, the traces of leftover transfluids having leaked out and stained Sentinel's valve. He shot a glance towards Airachnid and the other guards, who were simply looking the other way, keeping an optic out for any other threats and ignoring the scene in front of them. Traitors.

The Quintessons tentacles tightened around his wrists and ankles, stretching him out until he was completely spread eagle, barely able to move. His wings twitched uselessly as he tried to get away, but the sight of glowing red eyes and bared teeth quickly put a stop to his attempts. He hung uselessly in the air as horrifyingly organic appendages probed and explored his frame, leaving sticky trails on his already marred plating. Grin and bear it. Grin and bear it.

The first slide of the appendage along the plush golden folds of his valve wasn't as unpleasant as he was expecting. He vented heavily as it toyed with his node for a moment, before sliding inside. The taper made it an easy fit at first, especially after the rough treatment his valve had already faced just hours before. But it kept sliding, and each segment kept getting thicker and thicker. It wasn't long before his callipers felt stretched to their limit, the small blunt tip pressing against the entrance to his gestation chamber.

As Sentinel's intake opened to protest, another one of the high commander's tentacled limbs pressed against his glossa. The taste and texture was vile, unlike anything he'd ever put in his mouth. It pushed forwards, filling his intake quickly, and slowly sliding down his throat. He gagged, but it didn't stop. He didn't realise he was crying, sobbing even, until he tasted the salty tang of coolant on his glossa. The tentacle went impossibly deep, down his throat to the point he could feel it in his tanks. The one in his valve pressed harder against his gestation chamber, and he felt a sudden pop. The delicate silicone ring gave way, allowing the Quintesson to slide even deeper.

To his horror, a third tentacle started prodding at his frame. He was no stranger to aft play, but with his body already so stuffed full he couldn't even begin to imagine it fitting into his port. But that didn't stop the Quintesson from trying. The natural lubrication of the appendage helped it slide in with ease, the tapered end once again proving useful. He cried out loudly, oral lubricants spilling out of his intake around the intrusion and onto his chassis. His port stretched painlessly, and for that he was thankful.

The high commander set a brutal, punishing pace. Sentinel tugged at his restraints again, his optics squinting closed as tears continued to spill down his cheeks. An overload was forced out of him, static energy arching and bouncing off his plating as transfluids shot out of his spike and splattered onto the ground beneath him, staining the floor pink. The Quintesson didn't slow, further bullying Sentinel's overstimulated and stretched valve.

A fourth, much thinner tentacle slid around his leg and up his thigh. It wrapped around the base of his spike, providing even more unwanted stimulation. Sentinel felt a strange pressure at the tip of his spike, his optics shooting open just in time to see the smallest appendage slide into his transfluid lines. The stimulation was confusing, the area so sensitive that it almost hurt. He let out a series of mumbled, confused moans as his spike was stretched, the thin tentacle thrusting slowly and releasing even more slimy fluids to aid the stretch. He bit down on the appendage stretching his intake slightly, his venting heavy and uneven, his frame overheating to the point his tears sizzled against his cheek plating.

The tentacle in his valve started flexing, becoming slightly thicker suddenly. Sentinel panicked and choked as a round object pushed itself into his valve, pushing against the entrance to his gestation chamber. He was suddenly thankful for the earlier stretching as the slightly gelatinous orb slid into him. He'd heard tales of how Quintessons reproduced, but he wasn't expecting to ever experience it firsthand. A second egg pressed against him, sliding in with surprising ease. The thin tentacle filling his transfluid line stopped him from overloading, leaving him frustratingly right on the edge. He sobbed, but no tears fell.

After a long moment, the barrage of squishy eggs finally slowed to a stop. His abdominal plating bulged out obscenely, creaking under the strain of his stretched out protomesh. The ovipositor tentacle twitched before releasing a sticky thick slime, filling him up even more. It retracted slowly, leaving his valve empty and stretched wide. A gush of fluids followed it, splattering onto the floor between his legs with a disturbing squelch. Next slid out the one in his spike slit, followed by the one in his port. The one from his intake was the last to retract, making his insides churn and lurch as he struggled not to purge his tanks.

The Quintesson high commander didn't let Sentinel go; however, if anything the appendages restraining him only got tighter. He tried to speak, but his throat felt raw, his glossa heavy in his mouth. His voice box let out a burst of static uselessly. His optics flickered offlined for a moment, before he felt a rush of pressure in his core.

The slime started to leak from his gestation chamber, providing a tingling numbing sensation not unlike the circuit booster patches from the night before, but located entirely in his valve. The pressure started soon after, the eggs having swelled slightly in the short time they had to germinate inside of his chambers. The Quintesson spread his legs slightly more and let out a chittering noise. Even more slime gushed out of Sentinel's abused valve, the blue and gold folds gaping open obscenely. His node blinked in time with his ventilations, his frame feeling slow and relaxed despite his current situation. He vaguely understood that he needed to start pushing, and he did just that. His valve stretched wide around the firm yet jelly-like eggs as they fell onto the floor below into a wet pile. His optics offlined again as he crashed into another overload, aiding the birth of the last few Quintesson eggs.

The high commander signalled to the other Quintessons who quickly rushed over, picking up the eggs and carrying them inside the grotesque looking ship. Sentinel was dazed, his helm spinning and throbbing in pain. He was dumped rather unceremoniously onto the sticky floor beneath, his plating suffering another few dents from the landing alone. His limbs twitched rather uselessly as he wiped drool and slime off his face with the back of a servo. The Quintesson left rather quickly after that, leaving him and the rest of his party alone in the techno-organic wasteland.

The last thing he saw before he finally passed out was Airachnid staring at him with unblinking optics, almost definitely recording and saving everything into her seemingly infinite memory banks. Whether to use it as blackmail against him or the Quintessons, he wasn't sure. But he'd have to ask for a copy later as... proof.

Esto es arte, arte he dicho!

INSIDE THE TOWER OF GOLD

⚠️ WARNINGS!! ⚠️

mild transformers one spoilers, non-con, drugged sex, mild violence

THIS IS A NON-CON FIC. if you don't like any of the above tags PLEASE just scroll onwards.

once again another messy fic slash drabble or whatever! but I want that mech's pussy destroyed... so... :)

Sentinel Prime had all he ever wanted. Power. Money. Respect. Fame. Everything he ever dreamed was in the palm of his servo. And he LOVED it. He loved broadcasting himself in front of Iacon and letting all of the other, less important, Cybertronians see his glorious frame. He preened and polished himself constantly, making sure his plating was shiny enough that it was practically a mirror. He was the picture perfect heroic prime, as far as the citizens of Iacon were concerned.

But of course, it wasn't enough for Sentinel. It could never be enough. Which is exactly why he held the most luxurious parties he could. Free from anyone he felt too far beneath him. The best energon money could buy, triple filtered high grade and a pack of Syk. The little patches were arranged delicately on a platter, a warning card placed at the front explaining the effects, HEAVILY encouraging mechs to not take more than one and explaining how to properly use them. Avoid applying patches to the helm or chassis... the usual scrap that was only there to avoid possible lawsuits. Not like anyone would ever dare to try, but better safe than sorry.

The party was going perfectly, as it always did. He already knew he wasn't going to take anything or drink too much, since he was required at the surface tomorrow morning. He mostly just stood around, a small glass of high grade balanced between his digits that he sipped at between conversations with mechs he didn't care to learn the names of.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't jump when a servo suddenly pressed against his back. He bristled, but kept his cool, his derma curled as he forced a smile onto his face. He stayed polite, keeping up the conversation with the mech. Sentinel felt a familiar helmache coming on. His legs started to feel weak, his vision going slightly blurry. He kept up the conversation as well as he could, but his speech was starting to get slurred, his voicebox glitching. Next thing he knew, his vision was spinning and he was collapsing to the floor, the glass in his servo shattering against the floor.

Sentinel's optics slowly started to flicker online, a strange ache and pressure blooming from his crotch. He tried to move his arms, he was completely paralysed. His vision was blurred, his hearing muffled. He reset his optics, and his audials. Once. Twice. The world around him slowly started to gain some clarity. He glanced down between his legs, only to be slightly horrified at what he saw. His interface panel had been forcefully pried off. Small glowing blue droplets of energon stained his plating, mixing with splatters of pink. His array was aching and burning, feeling impossibly stretched and loose. Sentinel Prime was never a mech to pray. But in that moment, he prayed.

He glanced down at his frame. Syk patches littered his arms and his chassis. Enough to have him completely paralysed, but not enough to cause his frame to go into full system reset. His arms and legs were useless, unable to kick or push, he had to just lay there uselessly as his valve was used and abused. The swirling mix of pain and pleasure swam through his systems. His comms had been disabled, his HUD blinking a warning about needing repairs. Someone was moaning and whining, and he became aware that it was his own voice. Mechs were lined up, servos running over his once untarnished and shiny plating, now defiled and sticky. He tried to protest, but his voicebox failed him.

Sentinel sobbed, or at least he thought he did. He was vaguely aware of another round of transfluids filling his valve, dripping down onto the luxurious padded sofa beneath, now stained and torn. The mech pulled out, only to reach down and scoop up the spilling transfluids, shoving them back into his valve. He could barely make out the words being said to him, his processor taking twice as long to work. "Hah! C'mon, Prime! Keep that load in ya pretty lil' valve. Why don't you open that gestation chamber for us and we'll spark ya up, huh? Maybe then you'll actually be useful for something!" Came a sneering voice from above him. He bit his derma hard enough that he tasted energon.

Another fat spike pressed against him, the golden folds of his valve parting and wrapping around the thick metal rod. He held back a noise as thick ridges stretched his calipers to the limit, and then some. His spike twitched, before he overloaded with a loud cry, shooting transfluid up across the shiny dark blue of his chassis. The mech above him laughed cruelly, forcing Sentinel's intake open before spitting directly onto his glossa. "Dirty mech. Cumming while being passed around like shareware. If only Iacon could see their beloved prime now, with a nobody's spike shoved up his pretty cunt." Sentinel overloaded again.

The mechs manhandled him. Positioning him in whatever way they wanted. He was on all fours presenging himself like some sort of mechanimal in heat, and with the way he was panting he may as well have been. He didn't remember offlining his optics, but they shot open when a spike started to press against his intake. A rough hand squeezed at his cheek plates, forcing his mouth open. A mech of his status shouldn't be doing something as lowly as sucking spike... but it seemed he didn't have a choice. His intake hung open, the blunt tip of a spike pressing against his glossa. It slipped in further, until his nose was pressed against plating. His throat cabling felt tight, his glossa pressed flat against the floor of his intake as he drooled oral lubricants onto the floor beneath him. His tanks lurched as the mech started thrusting brutally, surely bruising the sensitive rubber of his throat. A servo wrapped around his neck and squeezed, causing him to gag even harder, an obscene bulge visible through the soft plating. His optics rolled back as tears of coolant spilled down his cheeks.

Sentinel didn't remember passing out again. But next thing he knew, he had woken up. A datastick was next to him as well as a single printed photo, his abused and whored out frame covered in Syk patches. A threat of blackmail if he'd ever seen one. He fumbled as he plugged the datastick into one of the ports on the inside of his arm, quickly uploading the footage to an encrypted folder deep in his memory banks. He groaned, as he checked his internal chronometer. He was going to be late. He couldn't be late. The quintessons would kill him if he didn't get them their energon on time, or worse, expose his treachery to all of Iacon. He gritted his denta, standing up and peeling the used Syk patches off of his plating as he trudged to the washracks with a groan, and a massive helmache.

Solvent washed over his frame, feeling like fire against his still exposed tender valve and spike housing. He scrubbed quickly, removing most of the evidence. Buffing off paint transfers and scrubbing away as much dried transfluid that he could. He rushed, turning off the shower and drying off, being careful around his exposed delicate areas. He picked up his discarded modesty panel from the floor of the main room, retrieving a welding kit from his emergency kit and getting to work. His welding job was shoddy, much more used to having people fix him up, but it'd have to do. He needed to address the people of Iacon, before heading to the surface. He just hoped quintessons didn't have the ability to smell transfluids.

Part 3, Headcons Tf one Sentinel Prime.

• Cuando finge reirse tiende a entrecerar los ojos.

• Le gustan las modificaciones, (esto mas que nada por los fanfics que he visto).

• Una versión de Holermeen o como se llame ese idiota de The boys.

• Le gusta el poder, y todo lo relacionado con él.

• Puede que una o dos veces haya fantaseado con los tentáculos de los Quintessons.

• El hombre esta estresado, no lo jusguen por darse un buen polvo en su oficina.

• Puedo jurar que sabia de las "investigaciones" de Orion, y le daban cierta risa la forma en la que se escapaba.

• Si se acosto con Arachind, pero la actitud fria y casi sin emociones de la femmen no le exitaban.

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• When he pretends to laugh he tends to squint his eyes.

• He likes modifications, (this more than anything because of the fanfics I've seen).

• A version of Holermeen or whatever that idiot's name is from The Boys.

• He likes power, and everything related to it.

• You may have fantasized about the Quintessons' tentacles once or twice.

• The man is stressed, don't judge him for having a good fuck in his office.

• I can swear he knew about Orion's "research", and the way he ran away made him laugh.

• Yes, she slept with Arachind, but the woman's cold and almost emotionless attitude did not excite her.

Cuando me sacaron la foto?

Had an idea, with the new Transformers One movie coming out I'm planning on doing a Sentinel Prime x Cybertronian Reader.

I'm planning on having it be a praise kink type one-shot since this mech is the most arrogant piece of shit from the first moment I saw him. This man would most likely be all for you kissing up on him and feeding his ego.

Kudos to my bud @vexofhearts for this lovely piece of me sucking in his titties. I may hate this mech but I would gladly suck on his titties and give him oral because he's a pretty mother fucker.

Dios mio!¡Esto sirve para fanfic!

sentinel prime

Part 2, Headcons Tf one Sentinel Prime.

• Teniendo en cuenta que Sentinel fue el principal asistente de los Prime, eso deja como algo bastante obvio que conocio a Starscream, Shockwave y Soundwave, que eran miembros de la Guardia de élite.

• Sentinel y Arachind, como dije anteriormente creo que tienen una relación tipo "amigos con beneficios", pero seguro solo son eso y son mas como colegas o amigos muy cercanos.

• Puedo apostar a que Sentinel durante las reuniones de los Prime, se quedaba medio dormido... mas si hablaban de poesia.

• Después de cada reunión con los Quintessons, asegurado un buen lavado.

• Sentinel de seguro cuando estaba borracho, pedia que lo destrozaran.

Lamento si fue muy corto, pero es lo que tenia hasta el momento.

Si quieren puedo tratar de hacer headcons de Sentinel x Personaje.

Inglés.

• Considering Sentinel was the Prime's main assistant, that makes it pretty obvious that he knew Starscream, Shockwave, and Soundwave, who were members of the Elite Guard.

• Sentinel and Arachind, as I said before, I think they have a "friends with benefits" type relationship, but they are probably just that and are more like colleagues or very close friends.

• I can bet that Sentinel during the Prime meetings, fell half asleep... especially if they talked about poetry.

• After each meeting with the Quintessons, a good wash is ensured.

• Sentinel surely asked to be destroyed when he was drunk.

I'm sorry if it was too short, but it's what I had so far.

If you want I can try to make Sentinel x Character headcons.

Mi mejor intento de Tf one Sentinel Prime.

Esto es arte! ¡aprecienlo!

i just thought of something cursed

Aquí un corto de D-16 soñando con Sentinel, antes de la carrera de Iacon.

D-16 disfrutaba cuando el flujo de pensamientos, mientras se recargaba, lo conducía a este escenario. Claro, como un bot minero y sin su engranaje, no contaba con su hardware de interfaz.

Pero podía soñar con que, si las tuviera, sería justo como lo estaba imaginando ahora.

Admiraba a Sentinel Prime; para él, era el mejor de todos los Primes, solo superado por Megatronus, claro. Sin embargo, no podía evitar que Sentinel invadiera sus pensamientos. Agradecía que Pax estuviera del otro lado, recargándose al igual que los demás, porque odiaría que lo despertaran de su recarga justo en ese momento.

— D-16... —gimió el Prime, mientras abría las piernas de manera provocativa, revelando el tentador tesoro entre ellas, invitando al minero a tomarlo.

Era una válvula hermosa, no, perfecta. Por supuesto, Sentinel no podría ser menos que perfecta.

Le había ordenado al Prime tocarse, dándole a D-16 la vista perfecta para que su púa se presuriza.

El bot más pequeño se colocó entre las piernas del Prime y comenzó a frotar su púa contra esa encantadora válvula, que ya soltaba una generosa cantidad de lubricante.

— ¡D-16! —gritó Sentinel mientras el minero lo penetraba.

D-16 sonrió al escuchar su designación salir de los encantadores labios del Prime.

Sin decir más, tomó el casco del bot azul con su servo y lo acercó al suyo, ahogando los gemidos de Sentinel en un beso necesitado y hambriento.

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— ¡D! ¡Despierta! —gritó Orion, golpeando el casco de su amigo para sacarlo de surecarga.

D-16 abrió sus ópticos de mala gana. Siempre lo despertaban justo cuando las cosas empezaban a ponerse buenas.

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English.

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D-16 enjoyed when the flow of his thoughts, while recharging, led him to this scenario. Of course, as a mining bot and without its gear, it did not have its interface hardware.

But I could dream that if I had them, it would be just like I was imagining now.

He admired Sentinel Prime; For him, he was the best of all the Primes, only surpassed by Megatronus, of course. However, he couldn't stop Sentinel from invading his thoughts. He was grateful that Pax was on the other side, recharging like the others, because he would hate to be woken from his recharging right then.

— D-16... —the Prime moaned, as he opened his legs provocatively, revealing the tempting treasure between them, inviting the miner to take it.

It was a beautiful valve, no, perfect. Of course, Sentinel's couldn't be less than perfect.

He had ordered the Prime to touch himself, giving D-16 the perfect view for his spike to pressurize.

The smaller bot positioned himself between the Prime's legs and began to rub his spike against that lovely valve, which was already releasing a generous amount of lube.

—D-16! —Sentinel shouted as the miner penetrated him.

D-16 smiled as he heard his designation leave the Prime's lovely lips.

Without another word, he grabbed the blue bot's helmet with his servo and brought it close to his own, drowning Sentinel's moans in a needy, hungry kiss.

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—D! Wake up! —Orion shouted, hitting his friend's helmet to get him out of charge.

D-16 reluctantly opened his optics. They always woke him up just when things were starting to get good.

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*Espero y les haya gustado

*I hope you liked it