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Dom Megatron/Sub Impactor. Kinks: light vore, fisting, bondage please?

bammshee:

Hello Anon!! I’m not gunna lie, there are only allusions to vore in this prompt because I had no idea how to make the vore work >.> Sorry about that, feel free to make another request with a more specific description of the vore you would like, I’ll be happy to write it. In the meantime, have this! 

(Also, fisting with a drill hand still totally counts as fisting!) 

Not complying was never an option, even though his drill hand was mobile and could easily grind through his bonds, Impactor remained unflinchingly devoted to his Master, Megatron, who sat opposite on the berth, giving orders and holding all the cords. Literally.

Impactor was kneeling, thighs inching further apart, the sticky ooze of his valve vapourising quickly as it trickled over his stifling plating. The air was thick with mist and Impactor’s musk. It had partly distracted him until the burn in his valve became more severe. Impactor was beyond the help of extra flavoured lube, but Megatron still demanded,

“You can take more.”

Impactor grit his teeth, a groan escaped, riding the wave of hot air puffed through his nose. Megatron tugged on the cords, not giving Impactor a choice. There was a reason Megatron had permitted freedom of movement to Impactor’s drill hand. He intended Impactor to sit on it.

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triscuitwrites:

I was given permission to post a commission I had received from a little bird.

Pairing: OC/Overlord & Overlord/Fortress Maximus. 

Characters: OC, Overlord, Fortress Maximus, Pharma, Ambulon, First Aid.

Warnings: Guro, snuff, non-con, mutilation, corpses being put in places where they don’t belong (aka the valve), NSFW.

Seriously, read at your own peril!

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SpringerAid, FirstAid on heat :0 drabble?? please!

royalwrecker:

“More…more…more.” First Aid said with each up
thrust Springers spike jabbed into him. His mask was back and his face was
bright red, coolant speckling his cheeks as his heat was in full swing.  He had pulled Springer right out from the hall
and slammed the supply room door behind them.

           He gave
Springer no time to say anything as he crushed their lips together, leading
them to walk through the closet and knock things of shelves as Springer pushed
First Aid up against a wall. Picking up the little medics legs, he placed them
on his hips and pressed his panel hard against him. It was boiling hot, and
Springer could feel lubricants trailing down his own legs as First Aids panel
was leaking more fluids than he had ever seen. He wasn’t surprised when First
Aid snapped it back instantly and begged him to frag him. His little white and
red valve swollen with need and only throbbing harder when Springer pressed
against it.

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stormypopsicle:

sparkless-afthole:

Listen to me read this gay ass shit out loud into a microphone. Idk if they want to be mentioned here but THANK YOU dude for linking me this fic! You, yes, you!!

“The truth is, you do like this,” Pharma growled into the side of Ambulon’s head, and his fingers dragged down Ambulon’s body, back between his legs. “No, not what they did to you. Not the wounds they left behind. But the control.” Digits stabbed into pelvic seaming, thrusting relentlessly, and Ambulon keened. “Is that why you agreed to the experiment? Is that why they chose you? Because you were so eager to serve, because you wanted to be used like a tool?” “N-No…!”

“That’s exactly how it is,” Pharma snarled. “You lived a meaningless life in the mines with the rest of your worthless kind, and it was only until you became one cog in a giant machine did you feel suddenly very much alive.” He sneered over Ambulon’s loud whimper. “And oh, how wonderful that must have been – Tossed around like a toy; broken and sewn up again; you liked it all, because it meant you were important, you were worth something.” He grabbed the back of Ambulon’s head, tugged it back fiercely, until they were face to face. The smaller mech’s optics were dim, his cheekplates hot, a line of coolant dribbling from the corner of his gaping, panting mouth. He looked completely defeated, almost a little scared. Pharma narrowed his optics, said in a voice so cold and void of emotion, “But then the reality of the situation caught up to you. The endorphins faded. And you got scared. So you ran away.” He moved forward, lips so close to Ambulon’s. “Just like a coward.”

It took some time for Ambulon to find his voice beneath all the groans and whimpers. Pharma waited patiently, looking so calm, despite the way his fingers tore into seams, both hurting and pleasuring. Ambulon closed his optics; a few seconds later, opened, hooded, fatigued.

“Ph-Pharma,” he croaked, and the doctor could feel shaky fingers grip his working hand. Ambulon cycled more air, moving forward, and his lips brushed against Pharma’s as he murmured, “Use me. Use. Me.” His tongue flicked the corner of the doctor’s mouth. “Like a toy, if you want, do whatever, do whatever, just.” He pushed against the hand, grinding hips desperately into its touch. “Drag me through the dirt as you do it. Make it hurt, make it hurt, please, please.”

Pharma studied Ambulon’s face. Searched his optics. Then smiled. “For once,” he purred, and nipped the smaller mech’s bottom lip, “I’m quite happy to oblige.”

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Holy shit this made me uncomfortable. (you’ve gotten a lot better.)

Source: SoundCloud / crashboombanger

Over the Intercom

mechanicalcrush:

(Prowl/Sideswipe because there really isn’t enough of it. I wanted to contribute!)

(NSFW, sticky, light-light bondage, aaand get ready for some second hand embarrassment under the cut.)

Prowl, for the first time in his long life, wanted to curl up and die. He wanted to sink into the floor, or maybe run to the dankest, dirtiest part of Earth and never return. His face was on fire as he addressed his Prime before cutting of their com. channel.

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Heavy/Medic, with some Heavy tummy worshipping? uwu Thank you so much!

markingatlightspeed:

“Mmm, you are so soft,” Medic cooed, pressing his cheek to Heavy’s belly and sinking gently. Soft fat cushioned his head, dark hairs tickling at his nose and lips as he snuggled against the giant’s middle, wrapping his arms around Heavy’s bulk and giving him a squeeze.

Heavy’s pudge was a source of minor fixation for Medic, a layer of padding atop unreal amounts of muscle, insulation over the powerful structure that was the giant’s body. He was strong, so strong, and one squeeze of his bicep or calf would reveal that strength in rigid magnificence, but it was here, around his core, where the workings of his body ticked away in perfect mechanical order, that he wore a soft coating of fat. It protected and supported him, but mostly, it was a sign of the enormous caloric intake the man ingested. Mostly, to build and maintain muscle. Or so he claimed, citing the heavy loads of protein he prepared for his meals.

The chocolates and pastries he snuck after a hard day’s work, however, told the rest of the story.

And Medic loved it. He loved to lay against his beloved, head cushioned on the soft pillow of his belly as he reclined between his legs, book in hand. He loved to brush his cheek and nose over soft hairs and comfy tummy, nuzzling in and hugging him tight. He loved to mush his face into Heavy’s belly and blow out, making rude noises and giggling like the immature child he was.

But mostly, he just loved to pet him. To rub circles and feel the giant relax and sigh contentedly as his hand made slow passes through hair and over pudge, whispering praises of how perfect and beautiful and amazing he was.