I'm Mavis, and I'm a 26 year old woman from Texas. I'm autistic and I'm a proud selfshipper with Soundwave (Transformers G1) and Sniper (Team Fortress 2) and proship. Check my main if you want to know more about me.
Please be advised this is a blog for my 18+ stuff, which mostly consists of niche fetishes. I will also put stuff about my dark/taboo ships that I like here. Major "dead dove do not eat" warning for my whole blog.
All characters depicted are intended to be at least 18/the Cybertronian equivalent of 18- the stuff with younger characters just isn't my cup of tea, I don't mean that in a mean/insulting way ^^
Here's a list of the sorts of things you might see on my blog. If I forgot something I'll edit this post to add it in. Everything will be appropriately tagged on the individual posts, don't worry!
General themes of uncleanliness/"gross" kinks (like scat, watersports, farting, musk, smegma, etc). This is probably the main thing you'll see on my blog.
Lactation
Incest
Dubcon (particularly with hypnosis/aphrodisiacs, or modding bots to become sex drones- idk if there's a name for that)
Spikes only (this applies to all cybs regardless of gender, none of them have valves in my stuff)
Weight gain/stuffing
ABDL
Non-fatal vore/full tour
Body worship
Crossdressing/sissification
Non-censored versions of my art will be on my FurAffinity, which is CherenkovGremlin.
Likewise I'll post snippets of my stories but not the full thing, since I worry they might be too explicit to put here. My AO3 is XxCherenkov_GremlinxX.
Sound.wave looooves his burritos…. But they don’t always agree with his tanks. You know what they say about beans being the magical fruit…
Enjoy our beloved tale deck as he makes his dash for the toilet to relieve himself. Gift art for @cherenkovafterdark
one time this japanese fujoshi i follow on twitter posted "the bottom should have a bigger dick so that you can watch it bounce while they get fucked and the top should have a smaller dick so that it can go in easier. uke dicks should be big and decorative and seme dicks should be average size and functional" and honestly her mind
Maybe I shouldn't post links to my AO3 or FA here since whenever I try to post previews it ends up needing a content flag, mostly thanks to the tags- but if I don't tag it properly how are people who aren't into the "gross" kinks I do supposed to avoid it and people who do like it can find it? Help!
Added another fic to my short kinky TF stories compilation (AO3 link below cut)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Octane and Starscream spend the night together for the first time, and Octane sees that while Starscream's in sleep mode his pretty boy ways go completely out the door. He snores loud, and farts almost non-stop in his sleep. Octane is enthralled, and loves watching him, sniffing his rancid gas until the morning.
ended up going another route with this so I am not making my deadline of this weekend. So the story and art will be delayed, but have a wip of how the shading is going. I had to go back and redo the shading to match the more rendered style of the face and cockpit. Still have the rest of the blue to go, his helm and the light gray. But I am learning lots from this!
please consider: getting sandwiched between a chubby shockwaves boobs and belly. You’re just stuck in the void between them now coddled by robot pudge. He can’t free you, he already tried. Welcome to your new life
this sketch has been finished! However, this is just part of the bigger piece. But I have a few things I have to finish off first. But enjoy an overstuffed but happy g1 blast off! Done for @anony-man
just look at that round belly… bet it needs some rubs
this commission of Skyquake enjoying greasy food is all finished! He just can’t resist those burgers and fries, wet burrito, corn dogs with onion rings and a sausage sandwich loaded with sauce, peppers, onions, and jalapeños!
who is gonna rub that belly once he devours this feast?
Well, it's actually the one I think I mentioned to you previously, the one based off of your Halloween art (which I actually forgot about for a while >.< I'll try and work on that too, I'm even more behind with that than my Christmas pics)
Here's a snippet so hopefully it'll make up for it. It's gonna a prequel to your pic, what led up to the picture ^^
The hologram TV quietly played in the background, projecting its 3D scene into the space just in front of the couch Blast Off lounged on. Leaning back and sprawled out, the chubby mech had an array of sweets in front of him, next to him and even on top of his belly. He currently had two containers of macarons balanced on his round stomach, and gulped the delicate pastries down by the handful. Bonbons, cheesecake, chocolate truffles and cherry cordials made up the rest of his array of decadent, rich treats.
Blast Off looked up once he heard the sound of the door whirring as it opened. In walked his boyfriend, Onslaught. He wore a football uniform, just like the kind humans wear- presumably one of his buddies he met up with to play had custom made it for them to make their games extra accurate. It looked positively filthy though… he'd seen the uniform when he first got it, all wrapped up in plastic, but now it was covered in dark, dingy, brownish spots. Part of this was dirt from the field, but the other thing making his uniform so filthy hit his olfactory receptors shortly thereafter.
His rank, pungent sweat. The smell didn't take long to reach him, with the foul air seemingly making a beeline right for Blast Off.
"Whew… I'm home," Onslaught said. He fanned at himself. "It's super hot out there… and practice was pretty intense today. Blitzwing's really putting us through the wringer!"
Underneath his visor, Blast Off's optics widened. That smell… was doing things to him. It was like pure dominance condensed into a vapor form. Even from back here, the stench hit him like some strange kind of drug. Blast Off had never been the type to enjoy being messy but smelling Onslaught's rank mixture of sweat, dirt and Primus only knows what else- that was different.
It was so unrefined, but Blast Off couldn't stop sniffing, trying to take in more and more of the intense aroma.
