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Hola, buenas, Headcons de Tfone Sentinel Prime que tengo.

Headcons de Transformers One, Sentinel Prime.

• Estoy segura de que Sentinel conoció a Starscream, Shockwave y Soundwave por la familiaridad con la que le habla a Starscream cuando lo tiene prisionero.

• Sentinel y Arachind (creo que así se escribe) de seguro tuvieron una noche de pasión o tienen cierta relación tipo "amigos con beneficios", por que por favor, esas miradas que se lanzaban y la confianza que tenia Sentinel en ella, junto a como ella sonríe cuando tortura a D-16.

• Es dominatrix, no tengo pruebas pero tampoco dudas, por que vaya que disfruta torturando o insultando, y creo que iría bien con su personalidad y el segundo headecon.

• ¿Soy la única que vio la forma coqueta en la que se mueve?, por que estoy casi segura de que movía mucho las caderas.

• ... Me maldigo por ser fan de ships tóxicos (casi siempre), pero Dios cuanta tensión había entre Megatron y Sentinel. Es que si había admiración por parte de Megatron antes de que supiera toda la verdad, pero cuando Sentinel toco su mano luego de la carrera, su sonrisa era enorme.

• Puedo apostar a que Sentinel se acosto o tuvo una noche con alguno de los Prime, sin pruebas o dudas.

• Sentinel 100% sumiso dominante, si, creo que a este tipo le gusta que se la metan pero le encanta tener el control en todo momento.

• De seguro pasa horas arreglandose, solo para verse bonito.

• Un actor muy impresionante, y mentiroso, no cualquiera pondría engañar a toda su especie con tanta naturalidad.

Y esos son los Headecons que tengo de Sentinel Prime, lo que pasó por mi mente luego de terminar de ver la Película.

Versión inglés.

• I'm sure Sentinel knew Starscream, Shockwave, and Soundwave because of the familiarity with which he speaks to Starscream when he's holding him prisoner.

• Sentinel and Arachind (I think that's how it's spelled) surely had a night of passion or have a certain "friends with benefits" relationship, why please, those looks they gave each other and the trust Sentinel had in her, along with how she smiles when she tortures D-16.

• She is a dominatrix, I have no proof but I have no doubts either, because she enjoys torturing or insulting, and I think it would go well with her personality and the second headecon.

• Am I the only one who saw the flirtatious way she moves? Because I'm almost sure she moved her hips a lot.

• ...I curse myself for being a fan of toxic ships (almost always), but God, how much tension there was between Megatron and Sentinel. There was admiration on Megatron's part before he knew the whole truth, but when Sentinel touched his hand after the race, his smile was huge

• I can bet that Sentinel slept or had a night with one of the Primes, without proof or doubt.

• Sentinel 100% dominant submissive, yes, I think this guy likes to be screwed but he loves to be in control at all times.

• You probably spend hours getting ready, just to look pretty.

• A very impressive actor, and a liar, not everyone would deceive his entire species so naturally.

And those are the Headecons I have of Sentinel Prime, what crossed my mind after finishing watching the Movie.

Bye 😉

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.

[...]

— ¡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.

....

English.

...

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.

[...]

—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

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.

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.

Can't wait for Transformers One!!! They keep me going fr...

TRANSFORMERS ONE (2024) • dir. Josh Cooley

First and probably only post here but I had to share with the world my meme

@staijey-the-creator

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

i saw this post in passing awhile ago about how the movie bee's are usually touch starved and after watching tf1 its like... yeah. yeah i can see that for this one too. i wanna cup badassitrons face so sweetly so bad- oguh just like- cupping his face and turning it around a little bit (or trying to) and checking him over for injuries cuz he pulled something stupid (affectionate) and while you're fretting over him he feels like he got struck by lightning or some shit and has his 'oh. oh.' moment or w/e and jsut. i wanna be tender on him. this isnt a request or anything i just need to get it out of my system hgsjngkmds-

GOD I just saw a post about this too. While I never had an actual crush on him HES SO HUGGABLE?? He’s been my favorite ever since I was younger, I’ve definitely erm…switched sides but still!! Someone needs to comfort him!!!

Especially in TFO (spoilers under)

Especially since bro has been isolated for so long like…and then immediately he gets pulled into a conflict which will last years and years. I want to be his best friend! I want to tell him it’s okay! I need someone to be soft with him in every continuity!!

I finally drew all of them! got inspired the second time watching the movie !!

this blew up so uh thanks for the two redraws and unlimited reposts!

my final takeaway from tfone

TFONE DOODLES GO WATCH TFONE NOW!!!!!!

peakformers one

I had a feeling the fandom would get attached

[ 2/2 ] speedpaint

I believe this what you call "Third Wheeling"

Rejection