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Something I drew that should have ended up in my 🔞 account, but since nothing happens besides character building and chitchat, have some humanformer ES megop (+ puppy/handler talk).

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Bondage comic for a zine that me and @emsiesecretstuff collabed in! She did the lineart and script and I did the sketches! We came up with the coloring together :D

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yaay i finished the sketch!!!

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hes just so girlfriend

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more skystar just dropped ehehe

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Imo Megs still has the best bishoujo design because she has the distinction of looking like a mature adult while the others look like teens or 20-somethings. Like, they're cute, but Meg is cornering the mommy dom market

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mmmmwarmup because Starscream still has a passive grip on my brain

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in honor of reddit dying, i wanted to preserve this

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Finished a large themed order for a customer, and if you can guess the theme, I will be very impressed. Short update to follow!

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Whenever Megatron wakes up, he remembers he’s all alone.

I didn’t end up doing the Bonerkiller 2000 (wasn’t in the mood for gore, will scribble it later though), so have Bonerkiller Light instead.

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Imma send in my rare pair/crack ship just for fun, Cosmo x Skyfire. Random and probably makes not sense but I think it would be funny to see smut of them scissoring lol

(We love rarepairs in this house! Also this is G1, since you said Skyfire and not Jetfire)

The size difference was a consistent issue. Cosmos wasn't necessarily small by Autobot standards, but Skyfire's size could dwarf most of their army.

That said, they had their workarounds.

"This feels kind of...silly."

Cosmos paused in his movements. "Do you want to stop?"

Skyfire shook his head. "No. I'm just not sure if this will work the way you're wanting it to. I mean, do people really get off this way?"

"I read about it in a romance novel."

"Well that explains a lot," Skyfire chuckled.

Cosmos had to admit his point. Skyfire was currently on his back, legs bent so that his feet were resting on the berth, but spread so that Cosmos could settle between them. Because Cosmos was on the wider side, he was sat perpendicular to Skyfire so that he could hold onto his leg and use it as leverage once they started. From and outside perspective, the positioning probably did look a bit silly.

But the sensation of his own valve pressed hot against Skyfire's...that didn't feel silly at all.

"Let's just try, okay?" he reasoned. "If it's not working, we can stop."

The larger mech gave an understanding smile and a nod, before moving his hands to hold onto Cosmos. The green saucer felt his spark warm, then focused on the task at hand.

The first few movements were a bit awkward, as he ground himself back and forth. Awkward, but not unpleasant, as both valves enjoyed the gentle stimulation. But after a minute, and a bit of maneuvering, Cosmos found the position that cause their anterior nodes to touch, and suddenly things shifted from awkward to good.

Cosmos gasped as the little spark of pleasure shot through his frame. He ground down on the same spot and was rewarded with a repeat. Skyfire moaned in response, hips bucking involuntarily.

"Right there."

Cosmos agreed, right there. Now that they had the right position, it was easier to start a rhythm going, grinding back and forth. The grind soon turned into a slide as their combined slick began to build up and go trickling down Skyfire's rear, but neither paid much attention.

Each brush of their nodes had the two of them jumping, twitching, moaning, and Cosmos found himself pressing down harder and harder, chasing after the sensation. Back and forth, back and forth, then he had the idea to start making little circles and oh but Skyfire seemed to enjoy that.

"Cos...please!"

He wasn't going to say no to that. He kept the circles going, nice and firm, just like Sky liked it, until he saw the shuttle seizing up, his entire body clenching and bowing under the assault of his overload. Blue optics sparked in the dim room, and Cosmos felt his plating dent slightly where Skyfire was holding onto him.

The big guy would likely be very apologetic when he realized he'd done that, but Cosmos didn't care - he was too busy chasing him into his own overload.

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"So what were you saying about my choice of romance novels?" Cosmos asked as the two of them enjoyed their afterglow.

Skyfire gave a weak but amused smirk. "Fine. I'll give you this one. But you can't believe everything you read in those books."

"We'll see about that."

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oh no, sg jetfire has captured oh starscream!! whatever shall he do!! comm for @emsiesecretstuff !!:)

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For smut fic requests, can I ask for some G1 chromia/Elita?

(HELL YEAH)

"After millions of years under my command, I would have thought I'd taught you better preservation skills by now."

Chromia felt a playful smirk coming on as she listened to the hum of her Commander's words in her audial. Elita-1 was warm where she leaned against her back, face close to Chromia's audial as she typed the day's reports into their computer.

"Come on now, I wasn't that reckless," she countered. "I kept the others in check at least."

"You could have been hurt."

"By Shockwave? Not likely."

She felt Elita's sigh of frustration against her plating, and it sent shivers through her. That familiar pink hand moved to her jaw and tilted her head to the side a bit, so that Chromia was now meeting her gaze.

"Don't you realize how important you are to me?"

Elita's murmur was practically against her lips already, and a klik later the gap was closed. Her kiss was warm, but firm, the hand on the back of her head insistent in its hold, and Chromia began to realize just how worried her leader had been.

With their group of Autobots being a small as it was, the two of them often felt closer than simply Leader and Second. They were a duo, keeping their mechs in line, Chromia in the field while Elita monitored and planned and kept everything under control at home base. They were a team.

As such, Chromia sometimes forgot that Elita's concerns could extend to her own safety. And it took her a bit longer to realize that the concern wasn't born of a feeling that Chromia was inadequate.

It was born of affection.

Their kiss deepened, and it occurred to Chromia that perhaps they shouldn't be doing this in the command center. But Elita's hand was already sliding down her chassis, and she found herself deciding that if Moonracer or Firestar or someone else caught them, it was their own fault for not being in their bunks when they were supposed to be.

That deft hand, larger than Chromia's own but somehow more nimble, found its way to her rapidly heating panels. She didn't hesitate to open. Elita's lips traveled from her own to Chromia's jaw, then neck, as her digits explored the outer folds of her lover's valve (as if they didn't already know it so well).

Chromia tightened her grip on the arm of her chair, while the other held Elita close to her. The cool air of the control room was a stark contrast to the rising heat between, especially once Elita began teasing her node and stroking at the entrance to her valve.

"Go on."

"You've only just started to get wet."

"Don't care. I want it fast."

Elita didn't give in to her request right away - instead she continued to tease and gather the slick on her fingers. But once Chromia gave one of her horns an insistent tug, she finally complied. Chromia gave a small gasp at the stretch, and her hips jumped as Elita used her thumb to keep circling and playing with her node. She followed with a bite to Chromia's neck cables that made her moan. That would definitely leave a mark.

Chromia wasn't sure if the thought of the others seeing that made her more embarrassed or aroused.

What she knew made her aroused was Elita picking up the pace. Chromia allowed her hips to move in tandem with the thrust of her fingers, doing her best to hold back gasps and moans as she felt them corkscrew and light up every node they could reach.

Her grip on Elita's horn tightened the closer she got, and when she felt herself reaching the crest, she yanked Elita away from her neck cables to kiss her again. It was just in time for overload to hit, and she moaned into her lover's mouth.

Elita held her, still thrusting her fingers as Chromia's valve contracted around her, drawing out the overload, and in that moment of pure bliss and sensation it occurred to Chromia that perhaps she would need to take risks more often.

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So yeah, currently taking requests for anyone who's interested!

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i'm curious.

favourite here can mean whatever you want- find it hottest, find it most interesting, whatever.

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... based on your previous writing, I'd really love Megatron getting his aft fucked some more. Slight preference for MegOP, but I'm up for anyone.

(👏👏👏 Thank you for waiting patiently, my brain's been horrible lately~)

"Prime, we need to recharge at some point tonight, and at this rate I might drop off with your fingers still inside me."

Optimus grunted, annoyed. Megatron was bluffing; he was clearly very close to overload, his valve already giving telltale contractions around the Prime's digits. But, as usual, he was going fight Optimus on this and refuse to be the first one to finish.

Fine then. If he wanted to be difficult, Optimus could do the same.

He pulled out, slick running all the way down his wrist, and he didn't miss the little moan Megatron gave at the lost sensation. Before he had time to say anything else, Optimus flipped him to lie on his back.

"Ugh. Finally."

Megatron spread his legs wide, then reached down to spread the lips of his valve as well. A smirk grew on his lips.

"Don't act like you haven't been craving it."

He was craving it. That familiar warm heat, the way Megatron's valve encased him in its soft, delicious grip-

But he knew Megatron craved it too, and he was in no mood to reward him.

Instead...

Fingers still slick with lubricant, Optimus reached down, past the offered valve, to rub at the port below. Megatron startled a bit at the contact, clenching involuntarily.

"What are you-?"

Before the question could be finished, Optimus had already slipped a digit inside. This earned him a gasp, and a demonstrative squeeze around his fingers.

Optimus grinned to himself - he would enjoy this. He looked up to do a quick check, and saw Megatron watching him apprehensively. Optimus sent him a quick comm to check if he needed to use their safeword, just in case.

In response, Megatron swallowed before shaking his head and sending back a message telling Optimus to go ahead. This wasn't what he had prepared for; he'd spent most of the day waiting for his valve to get properly ruined. He also hadn't used his port much, and thus wasn't sure what he should expect. But he wasn't the type to back down from a challenge.

He soon thanked himself for forging on. After some quick prep work, with Optimus using the combined lubricants from his own spike and Megatron's valve, he finally entered. It was a tight fit, and he had to pause to let Megatron adjust, but it wasn't long before he was delivering steady, firm thrusts that lit up his partner's sensors.

Megatron shut his optics and tightened his jaw as he focused on the sensation. The entrance, the insistent stretching had rendered him speechless. Unlike the the node-lined texture of his valve, the aft port (mainly medical in purpose) was metal and thin tubing - more sensitive, but in a way that didn't translate to his processor as pleasure so much as raw sensation. And now that he was thrusting, the way the ridges on Optimus's spike teased that lining made him want to squirm. He was completely out of his element, overwhelmed, warring between wanting to get away from it and wanting as much as he could get.

"Enjoying yourself?" Optimus's voice was teasing, but rough with lust.

Megatron opened his mouth to retort but only a gasp came out as the Prime began to quicken his thrusts. Optimus shifted Megatron's legs to go over his shoulders, practically bending him in half so that he could drill even deeper into him.

The charge kept building, his heat levels were rising, and Megatron found himself completely unable to issue his usual round of dirty talk. He could only cling to Optimus as he felt the sensation coil inside him, tighter and tighter as it waited to snap. His poor, neglected valve wept lubricant that dripped down to his aft, making a wet surface for Optimus to slam his hips against.

Megatron felt wrecked. He felt pathetic and used.

Fuck if he didn't love it.

"Please," he murmured. His voice was faint enough that Optimus had to slow his pace and ask him to repeat himself. It was humiliating, but Megatron hardly cared anymore and he was practically whimpering as he repeated, "Please. I want it."

Apparently Optimus liked seeing him so low, because before he could say any more, the Prime had let go of his legs and was hauling him into his lap to hold him tight as he pistoned up into him. It was fast and desperate, until he finally stuttered in his motion and Megatron could feel him finishing inside.

That hot flood of transfluid washing over his sore, abused sensors finally did him in. Every biolight on Megatron's frame lit up as overload slammed through him, and he arched back in Optimus's grip, completely overcome.

It lasted a good while, and his valve made more of a mess than usual. Even once the main overload had ceased, Megatron could still feel himself twitching rhythmically for several minutes after while Optimus cradled him in his arms.

"I might have overdone it," Optimus murmured, apologetic.

Megatron tried to shake his head but couldn't.

"Are you alright?"

He sent a comm saying that he was fine...and added a line that they would certainly be doing that again.