judgement nut 🔞 (ft. Optimusk)

Their bushes touching 🥺 🤭

*in a car dealer voice* The hawtest #megop fic you'll ever see ! 17 418 words of sweet nectar... careful however, its not for everyone !

And dont ask me about the third chapter ! I want it to be great and also i'm very slow !
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Sneakpeak ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Tfa op I am looking at you specifically

[ ⚠️ WIP | Delete Later ]

Some sketches I wanted to jot down from my Twitter lol.

#d16 #Terminus
Ди сын Терминуса

Prequel of the previous WIP. It is part of this MegOp Comm Page 2/3!

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some things never change
#megop #valveplug

Thirteenth (ehh optimus i suppose?) #transformers #tfp #covenantofprimus #orionpax

#TFA #megop

메가푸푸🫂❤️

FL crushing the cuffs in his servos and letting the crumbs disperse into the wind like seasoning 💀 bonus points if it’s on Senti’s helm

PLEASEEEE this made me laugh. Then I imagined FL gripping Senti around the waist like a toy because he was messing with Lumin 😭 SNORTS what if that just makes Senti want to arrest Lumin even more for having Decepticon “friends”

Lumin scrapping with senti 😭

Old married couple #valveplug

Hehe op letting his baffles expire because he’s too old to kindle. Meg: I take that personally

#shockblurr "I thought an elite agent would last a little longer. "
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Omg I love the idea of Meg getting stuck in there because of his knot mod 😭 and op is so amused and being a minx still bouncing on his spike. I know Meg’s faceplate is all flushed and he’s huffing and clutching at the box torn between lust and embarrassment 😂

SNORTS here I am at work trying not to goon too hard 😭 glad you’re enjoying it

There’s a little data chip tied to it that contains Meg’s comm code 🤭 and they say romance is dead

He figured the mech would be none the wiser to it, but little did he know Meg understood every little glyph traced onto his spike and had to refrain from uprooting the box right then and there and taking op back with him to Kaon. 😭 the next time that familiar silver spike slots through his box

Hehe and his favorite spike does come back, actually far quicker than he expected all things considered. It’s during one of their couplings that Op decides to trace some glyphs onto the plating of the spike spelling out how they are his favorite client and how good they feel inside of him.

Seeing the high tip added to his account. When he later hopes to see that pretty spike again he has to convince himself it has more to do with the generous tip than anything else. But he really knows that now he has a favorite and hopes he’ll get to ride them again. 🤭

And patting at the bulge that appears in his belly knowing his insides are being push aside to house such a large spike. They both overload numerous times before the spike is withdrawn from the slot, finally starting to depressurize. He hears the purr of a jet engine as his optic ridges raise high

Grounding down against the wall of his box where the spike is fed through. He idly laments he isn’t able to do it on the mech’s spike housing instead but tosses the thought aside to focus on the pleasure. And that he does, gasping and openly drooling as he pierces himself on that spike over and over

The first of many overloads to come when the spike tip smushes against his ceiling node and pushes his gestation seal slightly inward. After he’s done spasming and gushing around the spike he lifts himself up and starts to bounce on it properly, occasionally letting the knot pop inside of him and

His internal nodes are zapping in pleasure when his outer rim briefly burns when reaching the top of the knot mod. It’s the kind of burn that just makes him want to take it even more and he pushes past it until his entire port is swallowing every meter that fat spike has to offer. He’s sent into

Immediately spreading his first calliper to its maximum configuration and drawing out a whimpered cry. He lets himself momentarily ripple around the spike head before pushing more of it inside, and openly moans at the buttery smooth glide and massive stretch of his mesh being pulled wide apart.

Client along and have some fun himself. But soon enough his insides give a deep quiver and he knows he wants to feel this impressive array inside of him. Wasting little time, he positions himself over the spike and wiggles his hips until the tip catches on his rim and with a downward push pops in

Scrape of what must be claws against the metal sides of his box. What a needy mech. He decides to be even more of a tease and plap his puffy valve lips onto the spike and rut against it nearly giggling when he hears that rumble again. It has been quite some time since he’s been able to string a

Fluids to coat every inch of it, especially down at the knot mod. Once he deems the spike ready he gives a parting kiss to the twitching tip and turns himself around, removing the fat plug and spilling all of his excess slick right down onto the pink coated silver spike. He smiles hearing the

And pulls off of it just in time to watch it shoot ropes of thick musky transfluid all over his faceplate and down his chassis. Usually at this point a spike would already be depressurizing, but he throbs when it remains fully rigid. He strokes the length using the copious transfluid and salivial