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!) 

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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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