how do i draw demolishor, cyclonus and starscream having kisses and makeouts without making it look like purely for erotica and arousal but rather purely for wholesomeness, and actual compassion, love and passion in the relationship.
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Prompt: While alone, Hot Shot thinks of his human friend.
Word Count: 613
Rating: 18+
Hot Shot was alone inside his private quarters of Autobot HQ, hidden and safe from the optics and audials of other mechs. He promised himself that he would be quick. However, he certainly didn’t anticipate the intense rush of pleasure flooding his frame so soon after touching just the tip of his spike. Sure, the young Autobot teased himself to the thought of a bot or two in the past, but he never thought of a human before.
Hot Shot’s cooling systems worked overtime as he gritted his denta and lowered his helm, resting on his berth but unable to quit squirming.
“I…shouldn’t be doing this.”
His face burned with shame, but he attempted to force it aside as he stroked his spike, feeling so delighted. Recent memories floated to the surface of his processor. He imagined Stacy’s smile, her dazzling freckles and bright, green eyes. He pictured the way her hips swayed and how her laughter filled an empty room with joy. He bit his lower derma, remembering how shy she was of her delicate body. And yet, to Hot Shot, she was a work of art.
His thoughts began to unwind even further. He wondered just how he could fit inside her, thrusting into her while encouraging her to produce the sweetest moans to ever reach his audials.
“Oh, frag! I…”
The mech rubbed his spike, feeling it twitch and harden into his servo. The biolights flickered and flashed while transfluid dribbled down from the tip.
“Stacy!”
She was small. Too small. What was he thinking? Hot Shot couldn’t even imagine trying to fill her without accidentally hurting her in the process.
And yet, it left room for something else.
“Stacy…please.”
Using his wet and puffy valve, he fingered himself, imagining her toying with his node with her tiny, nimble hands. He moaned, thinking of her chuckles and teases. As polite as she was, Hot Shot also admired her sense of humor. Perhaps he could relate to her in that regard.
“I can’t…hold on much longer.”
And then, the Autobot chose to play with both his spike and his valve at the same time, allowing himself to unravel to the fullest. The motions of his servos were frantic as he lost control of himself, striving to finish. His frame shuddered, and his blue optics glistened. He threw his helm back, reaching his overload with a desperate cry of her name.
“Stacy…”
He ended his session with a huff. As he recovered, Hot Shot blinked a few times and scanned his berth, realizing the mess that he made. He pouted, feeling the shame starting to wriggle its way back inside his spark.
“Oh.”
It didn’t take long for him to stand. Still, he was careful while leaving his room and closing the doors behind him. For a time, he was alone, waltzing freely down the hallway and pretending that nothing was out of the ordinary. Unfortunately, the moment he turned, he bumped into another mech. Once he straightened himself with a few stutters, he realized that it was Scavenger, his frame tall, heavy, and very imposing.
“Oh! Scavenger!” Hot Shot tried to laugh. “I…didn’t see you there, I was just…”
The older mech scoffed, folding his arms to his chest-plate.
“Never mind that, Hot Shot. While you’re out here, let’s work more on your training, alright?”
With that, he began to move forward. Hot Shot, however, faltered just a little ways behind him.
“Uh…”
Once Scavenger noticed, he stopped and turned with a knowing look on his face.
“Oh, and by the way, I recommend watching your volume next time you decide to sneak away to your room.”
Prompt: K1nktober 2026, Day Two: Embarrassment. “After her capture by Decepticons, Stacy sits on Megatron's lap and feels something strange."
Word Count: 875
Rating: 18+
WARNING: This contains dubious consent as well as mentions of branding. Please tread with caution!
Far beyond the realm of Earth, Stacy resided within Megatron’s shoddy throne room, trapped within the walls of his base on the moon. She sat on his leg, shifting uncomfortably in the suit that covered her whole body, protecting her from the lack of usable oxygen surrounding her.
With a frown on her freckled face, she glanced upwards at Megatron, studying his sturdy chest and the long pair of metallic, beetle-like horns on his helm. The light in her eyes flickered into something spiteful.
Not long ago, she was captured by the brutes. Although Megatron explained to her that she was simply to be used as bait, Stacy wasn’t entirely convinced. No, she was certain that her connection to Optimus intrigued him greatly, perhaps it even made him obsessed. Nonetheless, she shivered, her heartbeat continuously pounding within her throat while her palms became damp with sweat.
“Um, Lord Megatron, forgive me, but…”
She was also not alone with him. From her position on Megatron's lap, Stacy watched as Thrust stepped forward to announce his concerns.
“Is the brat’s presence really necessary during our conversations? Why not send her to her cage?”
Megatron huffed, lowering his servo to his side.
“Don’t be foolish, Thrust.”
The woman fidgeted as the giant mech stroked her head, brushing the tip of his digit against the dome of her helmet, slowly and deliberately.
“I don’t want Prime’s pet to run the risk of being harmed by the likes of you.”
Thrust stuttered.
“M…Me?”
Megatron nodded.
“Yes. You were quite rough with her, I’d say. Just look at her! She’s still shaking in my grasp.”
Thrust’s cone-shaped helm tilted forward a bit as he observed her from a distance and shook his arms.
“Oh, no, no! I can assure you that I didn’t harm her! She’s just afraid.”
Megatron blinked.
“Afraid?”
After adjusting himself a little, he then glanced down at her, humming in playful thought before using one digit to lift her chin towards him, desiring to hear her speak.
“Well, Stacy. Tell me. Are you afraid?” He smiled darkly with a certain alluring tone. “Of me? The supreme lord and master of the universe?”
Stacy paused, hearing the sound of her breathing within her helmet. She thought to herself, wondering what answer to give him. And then, before long, she gritted her teeth at him, enraged by his audacity to toy with her after everything.
“I am.” She balled her hands into fists. “But that doesn’t make me weak.”
Megatron smirked, and it was difficult to not avert her gaze from him, even when he retracted his servo from her face.
“Then what does it make you?”
Stacy’s legs swung against his plating as she delivered another furious glower in his direction.
“It makes me human, something that you choose to not comprehend.”
Megatron laughed, his voice deep and rumbling. Stacy expected it, but it proceeded to instill her with a sense of shame, especially across her cheeks.
“Oh, how amusing! I can see why Optimus has you as his pet!” He grinned down at her. “You gave me a surprising bit of trouble in the past, so from this day forward, I should claim you as my own.”
Stacy blushed, the heat now noticeable on her face. And yet, she continued to glare at him, leaning her head back just so she could see his face beyond his chest.
“The Autobots will come for me.”
She was rigid, unyielding. And even then, Megatron continued to chuckle.
“Is that so? Well, in that case, maybe I shall brand you before they arrive…both Optimus and my treacherous grunt Starscream.”
Stacy was forced to swallow back her gasp. Slowly, teasingly, the mech drew his digit down her clothed spine, sending chills down it. A soft whine was caught in her throat as she gripped the plating of his thigh while he held her steady.
“Tell me, Thrust, when I brand her with my insignia…shall I do so here?”
He tapped her back again, prompting the woman’s eyes to close shut. Her legs trembled, and her abdomen pulsed with a familiar feeling of arousal.
“Or perhaps…here?”
Megatron's finger moved lower and lower until it gently reached the very curve of her ass. Stacy squirmed, a moan escaping her mouth. At the sound of Thrust’s cackle, she opened her eyes once more and spotted the glimmer of satisfaction on his face.
“Oh! A suggestion, if I may! Why not both?”
Stacy bit her bottom lip, shivering from embarrassment. Thrust’s slimy recommendation made Megatron laugh, and the woman could feel it reverberate into her bones.
“What a brilliant idea!” He lifted his servos just slightly, allowing Stacy to straighten herself to witness the grin on his face. “And it appears that my little earthling is…intrigued by the prospect as well.”
Just before her thighs could even rub together, that was when Thrust crept forward, his digits wiggling outward with a lecherous sparkle in his pink optics.
“Um, sir, if I could…”
But Megatron huffed.
“Now, now, Thrust. This one belongs to me.”
Stacy sighed, allowing her shame to fester and boil inside of her. Oh, how she wished that the Autobots would come to her aid sooner than later.
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Sorry guys, his happiness causes displeasure and frustration for me, had to punish him😔 pretty sure you know what happened to him in the next pic (i want to see Cyclonus suffer from angst so bad bruv but i never found any angst fanfics/fanart of him cus hes too jolly🥹🥹)
