#I know it's not TFP Megs but... I had it right there...

[ivycorp]

Breasting Boobily (7708 words) by IvyCorp Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Earthspark (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Elita One & Megatron & Optimus Prime, Elita One/Megatron/Optimus Prime Characters: Elita One (Transformers), Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Dorothy "Dot" Malto, Twitch Malto Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, the Non-Con tag is there for the following reason:, Consensual Non-Consent, it's in the last chapter, otherwise it's just, boobs, just titties being appreciated, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Milking, Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Hucows but make it Robots, Sub Megatron (Transformers), Bottom Megatron (Transformers), Because yes, mention of voyeurism, Taking photos, induced lactation???, if you squint?? - Freeform, Gags, Blindfolds, sort of??, riding a Sybian Series: Part 2 of TFE Megs with titties Summary:

set right after 'Accidental Accuracy'

 The aftermath of the discovery of a surprise addition on Megatron's frame

That's it. It is what it ways on the tin.

  Chapter 1: The first time (titties get played with) Chapter 2: The picnic (titties get tied up) Chapter 3: The experimentation (titties get milked)

@transingthoseformers you are one of the few that I am blaming for this, because I have seen this yesterday at the wee hours of the morning and could not stop thinking about the one version of things where I DID give Megs titties

[redrosessoulcabin]

I’d say grumpy old man probably xD

And here are my nine (all my biggest fictional crushes I’ve had between 2015 and now):

You can also give it to me straight lmao

it’s ok if u hurt my feelings

give me your rAW.

UNAPOLOGETIC.

GUESSES. . .

[revelboo]

goooodddss, i know megs is gonna be absolutely Insufferable™️ as a carrier.. he's gonna be so much more cranky than normal, blaming his human for turning the tables on him unexpectedly like that, but then probably also end up being the most clingy now because he's like "oh shoot, now i Need to have you around more than ever"

(sorry if this is a duplicate ask or similar to another ask sent earlier, tumblr is being tumblr as always 🤪)

I think I remember seeing a similar one, but it’s cool. It’s probably lost in all that ⬆️ the hilarious part is I emptied the inbox completely in January. Four months ago. I’m at 893 total because the drafts? Yeah, those are also asks. 🤣 I started moving them there so I wouldn’t lose ones for new story prompts and that’s backfired at this point because neither folder has a search option. I’m just watching the number click up in horrified fascination at this point because I’m pretty sure I only managed to keep up with the asks for a week tops last time 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Broken Arrow Pt 21

TFP Megatron x Reader

• Breathing raggedly as he meticulously straightens your stupid harness, you close your eyes. You’ve tried to break that ridiculously fine chain more than once just to be petty and it’s stupidly strong whatever it is. And after you’d kept undoing the clasp to take it off, he’d pinched the closure shut between his servos where you can’t take it off anymore. You’d tried to squirm out of it once and he’d found you with your arm pinned awkwardly against your body, because while it’s loose on you, it’s not loose enough to squirm out of. “Alright. You’re going to make me ask. What’s a sparkling?” Because you have a guess based on what he’d said and you’d better be wrong.

• “Cybertronian young,” he growls, optics narrowing when your expression becomes panicked. You really didn’t know, didn’t understand and it’s infuriating. Venting in aggravation, he runs a claw tip over your bottom lip and down the line of your throat, his spike stirring again as he straddles you. “Though I was trying to spark you and you somehow sparked me, you little brat.”

• “So, I knocked you up?” You blurt as his optics narrow, and you get momentarily distracted by a bead of pinkish purple slick beading at the head of his spike and slowly trailing down his length. And he’s baring his denta even as you start laughing. Because honestly? It serves him right. “Better you than me,” you add, aware that you’re playing with fire teasing him, but this means the jerk had tried to knock you up without asking.

• “Is that so?” He growls, plucking at your harness and you smack his hand. Wonders if you really think he doesn’t realize you’ve been trying to break his lovely work? He might not have made the fine weave of chains, but that metal is a part of him, damaged sections of his plating salvaged and melted down to make something to adorn you. “You should apologize on your knees.”

• “You did that to yourself,” you mutter, trying very hard not to think of the fact that you’re having a half alien kid with him. What if it’s an awful mini him with those sharky denta? What if the kid is worse? It’s bad enough with one of them biting you, but you can just imagine his kid clinging to your leg and gnawing like a rabid animal. And that uncertainty spills into the worry that he’s going to lose interest now. That he won’t have any reason to keep you around or alive now that he has what he wants. “Are you going to let me go now?” Preferably not via chucking you out of the ship mid flight.

• Staring at you, he growls. Because you really understand nothing. “We’re bonded,” he says, lip curling. “For life.” And your eyes go wide. ‘Oh, fuck me,’ you manage and his optics narrow as he lifts up and flips you onto your belly, covering you. ‘Not literally, you bastard,’ you snap as he hooks an arm under you to get your hips up and sheaths himself, hips pumping. Taking out his frustration and outrage with the wet heat of your tight body. You accepted him, bonded him and he’s keeping you even if you did somehow misunderstand all of it. You’re his to breed, to claim. His mate even if you didn’t choose him.

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Found an old doodle and started inking and coloring before realizing I only have like five markers. I’d make enamel pins if it wasn’t so expensive 🤣

[artobotsrollout]

TfP Starscream is trying to be something he's not and it's the reason his plans tend to fail

Idk if it's just me but I've always thought this so I had to write all my thoughts on it haha.

Anyways it's been awhile since I talked about TfP Starscream but here we go. Long text below readmore.

I haven't watched TFP in a hot minute so I'll probably have to revisit this post after a rewatch so I can add more concrete examples. Some of this is definitely my own ideas and interpretation so don't take this as 100% unbiased. If I remember right, at the very beginning before Megatron is in the picture, it's mentioned or implied that the Decepticons have been not super active, meanwhile we see the Decepticons with a great number of followers and energon mines and slowly but smartly and reliably thriving. Then Megatron comes along and immediately wants to go for something bigger than that, which ends up costing them energon mines and soldiers.

I know the show tries to say that Megatron is smart and cunning which, in some respects like in battle, I would agree. However, in others I think his greed, ego, and love of taking major risks for the potential of a high reward makes him both extremely dangerous but also extremely vulnerable to major losses. That's where Starscream is supposed to come in (If Megs let him). Megatron is the brute force his way through problems guy. (Not always but a good chunk of time he is) And because he is undeniably one of the strongest characters in the show it often works in his favor. Starscream however is not the biggest or strongest physically (which Megatron frequently likes to remind him of) but the Autobots still describe him as unpredictable and dangerous. I always felt like he's the planner, the backstabber, and ultimately the clever one who is more insidious in his methods. I feel like his strength would be small but reliable and continuous gains. THAT'S where I feel his strength is. That's who he is. And if the Decepticons weren't so focused on sheer strength and power, and intimidation, and Megatron was more accepting of feedback maybe he would actually help Megatron's plans have greater chances of success. However, throughout the show we regularly see him bullied by the more physically imposing characters, which I feel honestly really made serious dents in his ego, to the point where he wants so badly to be just like Megatron. To be viewed as strong and powerful like Megatron is. To have that respect, power, and charisma. As a result, he keeps trying to brute force his way through problems and gain more and more power. He keeps trying to be showier about it. Obviously, his own ego, greed, and habit of backstabbing DOES play a part in why he fails but there are several moments in the show where I feel he could have come out on top if he played it smart instead of trying to brute force it. He's trying so hard to be what Megatron is that he essentially isn't using his strengths as much as he should. He becomes more and more desperate over time to be something he isn't, and it really shows in how often his attempts to gain power fail.

While RiD(15) was much hated, especially Starscreams return for a multitude of reasons, I actually don't think that it was way out of Starscream's character arc. To get his frame changed to a bigger stronger body and once again try and brute force his way to victory but still ultimately lose despite getting so close feels like the end of the line for him. And the fact that Starscream is caught by Optimus and not straight up dead could legit have been an opening for, maybe not a full redemption but a redemption or change in general. It would essentially be his rock bottom at which point, he could either double down or finally realize that this isn't the right way to do things for him. Do ya'll remember that one TfP comic where he has to fight off stronger vehicons in this like Pseudo gladiator pit made by Megatron and he comes out on top because he uses his smarts? I think about that comic a lot when it comes to Starscream haha.

I also think about the fact that Starscream came to Breakdown's aid when Megatron refused a lot. I know he did it largely for a favor but idk... maybe I'm reading too much into it. I feel like Starscream isn't a good guy doing things out of the goodness of his heart per say but I do think he values his people more. Megatron is very "if you're not strong enough to save yourself then die since your useless to me" about things.

TLDR; Starscream was nerfed by Megatron.

ANYWAYS!! Listen, this post isn't also to say that Starscream is perfect or that he would have succeeded if he played to his strength all the time. And I do still think his hunger for power and habit of gloating when he has the upper hand instead of acting quickly is a major reason why he fails but idk. I felt like his desperation to be Megatron was pretty essential to why he acts the way he does.

And I could totally be wrong about some of my points, this is just what I remember thinking when I did watch. ANYWAYS thank you for reading.

[mapledkanata]

"Waiting... Waiting..."

This track from the Epic: Ithaca Saga has been burrowing in my mind and I can't get it out so here u are, soft Megop sketch,,,

I was telling some friends how Megatron's pride and beliefs that what he's doing is right would stop them from having this exchange at all.. but perhaps if TFP Megs had a similar arc as MTMTE Megs... introspective, remorseful and worn.. it could be different?

I also thought ab the idea that Optimus still knows/believes Megatronus is still there, while Megatron believes Orion Pax is gone.

I'm also deeply infatuated with and influenced by the Orion Pax arc and what it meant for both their characters, my bad 😭😭

w/o text below

[spacelattae]

Future Fics Poll

Heheh what's up guys, it's Mare and I'm here today with my future fic ideas (after "you're dying of thirst" is completed ofc, tho I may be swayed if any idea gets enough votes lol) - so without further ado here are the options.

ONE:

[ something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue ]

Jazz and Soundwave may both be Spymasters of opposing factions, but that was the only thing they ever had in common.

“Jazz: was in love with Optimus Prime?”

“You were in love with crazy-insane-warlord Megatron? You’ve got kids! He’d be a terrible influence!”

…right?

Four chapters, both of them are POWs of the Quintessons rn, uneasy alliance to fight the common enemy! AU, jazz talks too much, and SW listens too well, both are sneaky enough to end the war if they really put their minds to it, they just need a reason, LOVE IS A REASON

TWO:

[ could never tell you what happened the day I turned seventeen ]

(TFP) Jack went to med school and yet is somehow dangerously attached to his motorcycle. Miko became an engineer who loves making things explode and never opened up to anyone ever again. Raf graduated with a masters from MIT at 19, but he still can’t learn to drive. 

“They left!”

“Miko, be reasonable about this.”

“Reasonable? I AM being reasonable! He was my best friend, and he never came back. I don’t owe them ANYTHING!”

Or, in which the Autobots leave Earth without a trace, without a call, until a last SOS signal years later before Cybertron goes dark— and the kids grow up (time sometimes does not heal wounds, but deepens them).

Instead of autobots coming to save Earth the kids (now adults) go off to save cybertron, lots of tearful reunions, Miko was MESSED UP by Bulkhead leaving, tbh I would be too, they were literally father and daughter, Jack has PTSD, Raf cannot drive, he's also a child prodigy

THREE:

[ I miss the magic of the good old days ] <- (title may change)

Bee was a child when the war began. 

Sometimes, it feels like war is all he‘ll ever know. 

“Careful, little scout. Wouldn’t want to break those delicate digits of yours, now would we?”

Bee looked up at Starscream, knowing there was energon leaking from the corner of his mouth and staining his dermas, but the taste was soothing; familiar, comfort, home. He grinned, a savage satisfaction ripping under his plating when Starscream caught sight of Bee’s bared fangs and took a small, unnerved step back. 

“Have you forgotten how many times these delicate digits have handed your aft back to you?”

Pit Fighter! Bee, After The War AU, based on Bee’s love of throwing hands, think of bayverse Bee always standing on business and finding the biggest mf around to punch, and TFP bee clocking Arachnid that one time, "KNIFE HANDS", generally Bee being a menace, Starbee >:)

FOUR:

[ goodbyes are bittersweet, but it’s not the end (I’ll see your face again) ]

(IDW/TFP) Optimus Prime dives into the Well of Allsparks, and Megatron is haunted by ghosts.

“You’re following me,” Megatron whispered into the dark, his digits stilling around his stylus. Poetry seemed like an embarrassing use of time now, with the suffocating sensation that he was being watched. Then the set of his mouth turned contemplative, his optics glinting red, red as the dawn. “Would you like me to talk to you, too?”

Or, in which even though the war was over, Megatron sees his age-old enemy in every flash of sunlight and every tumbling stone and every sound that sneaks up on him. And he wouldn’t mind, really, because Optimus was dead, and Megatron was alive, and so he had won— but that thought hurt, and Megatron did not know why. 

i lowk combined tfp and idw with this one, trust it kinda makes sense, megs becomes a hermit after the war, heavy redemption, PARENTING, trust it's so good, sad/happy ending, angst, OP won't leave megs alone even in death, they're just tragic like that

FIVE:

[ I love you (just not in the way you want me to) ]

Most bots don’t notice, but Optimus hasn’t been functioning right since the war began, and it’s obvious why: sparkbreak is never the easiest for anyone. And Jazz, as resident SIC, takes it upon himself to fix it. 

(Every time he lays in Optimus’s berth and plays pretend, he feels a part of him shatter, until he can hardly recognize what is left).

Hanahaki!AU, Start of the War, Jazz offers himself up as a rebound, Lots of angst, OP is heartbroken, he misses D, fwb!AU, Jazz has loved OP since day 1, and is now really suffering for it, it actually sucks, everything is terrible, ambiguous ending, idek how to end this, lol

SIX:

[ and the knife turned gold ] <- (title may change)

They called Orion Pax chaos-bringer. Dark-stalker, light-strider, ghost of the Archives, menace of the golden city. They warned D-16 all about Iacon’s prince when he left the comfort of the Pits of Kaon to be a glorified babysitter to the little brat. All for a good cause, of course; as soon as the corrupted lineage of the Primes was eliminated, everyone would be all the better for it. Everything they had worked for came down to THIS. 

The one thing they didn’t count on was D-16 enjoying his time with Orion Pax, because oh, what a wonderful little revolutionary lay behind that sharp glossa and sharper-than life processor and teasing optics. It truly was a shame he was only here to kill him.

Lord High Protector AU, Assassin AU, Orion is Sentinel’s little brother, and has not yet figured out he killed their older siblings, Sentinel is a D1 manipulator, and D is CONFLICTED, but also trying to start a revolution, he’s from Kaon, conflicts of interests! Miscommunication! D only applied for the job to assassinate both Sentinel and Orion! He didn’t count on falling for the lil one! HAHAHAA 

SEVEN:

[ mirror mirror on the wall ]

(TFA) Optimus Prime confiscates an odd mirror from Swindle right before arresting him along with the rest of the Decepticons, who await trial. The mirror is magic and Primus is laughing at him. 

Saw this one post where TFA Optimus sees how great and mighty the other Optimus’s are and gets really insecure, decided I wanted to write it, OP and the amazing jailbreak, Megs and OP are uneasy allies, this one IS enemies to lovers, they fight unicron oh wow shocker, Cybertron politics in TFA made me so mad, Sentinel gets punched, multiple times, he deserved it

[raileurta]

I know your working on a lot of other stuff right now so feel free to take your time but I had to share this idea with you

In the fake dad au imagine if they explained the whole human thing as miko taking after her "mother"

And who are they saying that is?

Why the "mother" of all humanity of course.

after all with the fact a lifetime to a human is only a year to a cybertron mikos practically an infant and it only makes sense for her to blend in with the rest of "mothers" creations during such a vulnerable stage of life.

And of course megatron is absolutely crazy enough to claim the God of chaos as his baby mama just for bragging points.

It's good. 👋

This is just such a funny idea. Tfp Megs would low-key be crazy enough to do this.

I'm also just picturing Megatron and Miko snorting a line of human safe dark energon for a "family meeting" then just pleading their case for Unicron to go along with the bit.

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Miko: Okay but like here me out, it would be really really funny?

Unicron: ...

Unicron: Valid argument parisite but the answer is still no.

Megatron: Huh.

Unicron: What you thought it would be that easy to convince me?

Megatron: After knowing this feral insect-

Miko: Not an insect!

Megatron: For a couple cycles now I truly did think it was going to be that easy.

Unicron:

Unicron: What's she done to you?

Megatron: Too much. Too much.

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[primus-why]

Okay but imagine if in TFP when Optimus loses his memory and becomes Orion, he's not automatically so trusting towards Megs?

Like how funny would it be if it went down:

Orion: Where are we, Megatronus?

Megatron: Don't you remember, old friend?

Orion: Evidently not, seeing as this isn't the Citadel. It looks like we're stuck in a cave... and don't you 'old friend' me, I shouldn't even be talking to you after what you said following that disastrous Council meeting...

Megatron: Wh-- what I said?!? Need I remind what you pulled when you decided to go off-script in front of said Council?

Orion: I had to do something, you were freaking them out!! Security would have kicked us to the curb if I didn't step in!

Megatron: I was heading a revolution, Orion; it would not have been the first time I've found myself thrown out on my aft by policemech!

Orion: Ah, you're right! How dare I imply you could ever be antagonistic on purpose?

Arcee: Uhh what is happening right now?

Orion: Are you sure it was your aft? Indeed, the culprit must lie with how frequently you've been tossed out onto your helm-- the dents have clearly scrambled your processor.

Megatron: Wow, disparaging my processor? Spoken like a true mid-caste! I always knew you had it in you, bravo!

Orion: Ugh, just tell me what mess you've gotten me into now?

Bulkhead: Um... Optimus?

Orion: Are you talking to me?

Bulkhead: Yeah I--

Megatron: -- Nevermind them. You know what your problem is??

Orion: Oh, please, enlighten me!!

[transformers-spike]

Tfp x ES Part 3

*If Tfp Optimus and Megatron had gone to Earthspark instead of Y/n*

ES Optimus: Oh, you guys made peace and ended the war?

Tfp Optimus: Yes that's right

ES Megatron: And how were you able to do it?

Tfp Optimus: Well...

Tfp Megatron: H U M A N P U S S Y

Another scenario could be:

*Both showing Earthspark photos of their (ugly) beautiful sparklings*

Tfp Optimus: Aren't they the most beautiful thing?(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Tfp Megatron: Mine are prettier

Sorry for sending you so much Tfp x Earthspark ☹️, I know that with this one there will be three but still (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

lmaooo - it's just hilarious to think of - showing off the ugliest children ever ES Optimus and Megs smiling and nodding like "oh that's nice" because what else are they supposed to do??? these are abominations but they seem so proud of their kids

[sunrisecaminus]

tfp megs x femme cybertronian reader, that he kidnapped, who’s Optimus’s conjux but needs their heat cycle taken care of?…pls and ty!💗💗

Message - Two weeks, it only took two weeks for a heat fic. AND I AM HERE FOR IT! It you want anymore awesome fics that has to do with these topics than please, I recommend following @transformers-spike. They only do human reader x transformers, which is totally fine in my opinion and is really good at making stories. Please respect them though if they need breaks and obviously PLEASE NO HATE! I love their writing and probably one of the many accounts that help motivate me into making one of my own. Please send them love! Anyway, enjoy!

Megatron x Reader NSFW

Summary - Kidnapped Cybertronian, who is Optimus' Conjunx, goes into heat and the Warlord has to treat her.

Warnings - NSFW, technical cheating (Optimus doesn't mind)

This was not the ideal predicament you wanted to be in. First, before you got kidnapped you planned on the calendar that you would have your heat cycle in about a week if it was on time. Nothing was a fret as Optimus has been doing all his work and would have a lot of time for you and him to have alone time for a few days, but that all changed when Soundwave kidnapped you. It was a perfect successful plan on soundwave's part, being able to kidnap the conjunx of Prime and let Megatron torture her to get Optimus to do anything. This was what Megatron was waiting for, but what he didn't know was that Optimus wasn't caring about your safety, it was the Decepticons safety he was worried about. He has sensed heat cycles before and goodness was it unbearable to handle. Yes, he knew Megatron was going to try to hurt you, but honestly with your heat coming in a few days, that might not happen. He tried to communicate with Megatron, which megs was surprised at first what Optimus was telling him. He thought this was going to be another "Oh, don't hurt the love of my life. Please! I'll do anything!" Instead he got a "Megatron, please, for your own sake bring back y/n. She will ruin your entire ship in minutes."

Honestly he thought it was a joke, but Optimus at this point can see that Megs didn't believe him and just let him find out the hard way. Knockout and Breakdown were so sweet after you were able to have a common ground with liking fashion and how to clean properly (At least in Knockout's opinion of being proper.) You were able to explain to him what Optimus meant and Knockout realized this ship was going to be in a crazy situation for a while, so he was able to get you your own room. Dreadwing was super nice to you after he realized how respectful you were. You would talk to him for hours about his culture and he might've got a bit close to you as friends. He told you what Megatron was going to do to you and it did make you scared on what that mech could do.

Right now you were waking up from a lovely nap and making yourself some nice food. It has been only three days since you got kidnapped, and you start to feel a bit flushed. You ate the first bite of your food and felt your nether region getting hot and a bit wet. Oh no it was starting earlier than you thought. This had to be the worse time as you thought you would have been saved before this horrible heat set in. You put your bowl quickly on the counter and rush into the shower. You didn't want anyone to see you and started to run the water. Maybe you could wash the scent off before anyone could notice.

What you didn't know, was that Megatron was fully prepared to do what they were suppose to do when they kidnapped you and was walking to your room. Before he opened the door, his sensors were going off and he felt an automatic body change. It was small, but he still could notice his body slightly relaxing which made him freak, maybe he got drugged from Starscream earlier. The smell started to get a bit stronger after you took off your panel inside your bathroom and Megs started to finally figure out what was going on when the feeling got a bit stronger. Did Optimus' conjunx just go into heat? No, he did not want to feel this way towards his mortal enemy's lover. Not only was he getting worse, feeling his panel being pressed on a bit, but also he was getting angry from the situation and leaned against the wall next to the door. He needs to breath, he needs to try and calm down before something bad happens.

Cut to you in the shower, trying to wash yourself. Your legs start to get weak and you gasp from the shower head water spraying on your valve. "Oh god!" You try not to moan too loudly, the pressure of the water is making your heat worse. You need to try and clean yourself though, what if someone you didn't like catch your scent? Putting the shower head close to your crotch, feeling the water pressure hit the sensitive spot. Meg's hears your gasp and soft moans. His optics widen a bit from hearing such lovely noises. No, he can't think like this. He claws the wall, clenching his panel a bit to try and snap himself out of it. He hears you moan one more time and now he couldn't take it anymore.

You hear heavy footsteps walking inside your room. Your servo covers your mouth to muffle your self, the footsteps got close to the bathroom and it made your body freeze. You hear the person on the other side��Megatron. "You little glitch. What are you doing to me?" The scare you just got from hearing him…it could've been anyone else, nope of course you got the warlord. "S-sorry sir, I can't control it! Please, do not open the door unless you want to do something with me…you won't be able to control yourself after that." You try your best to warn him, you knew he wasn't the type to do this sensual stuff. You were told from Optimus how aggressive Megs was as well, telling you how Megs sometimes doesn't know what he wants and you need to be patient with him. Your body is telling you to beg him to come in, while your mind is telling you to wait and let him decide he own decision. After a few minutes, you see the door opening. You couldn't believe that he chose to open the door, seeing his narrow bright eyes staring down at your wet body. Megatron didn't feel shame, but he didn't know his sensors were going to be screaming when he opened the door. You were right about him not being able to control himself after he opened that door, because he walks and grabs you with his two servo wrapped around your lower hip armor. Not only were you in heat, but your nice clean scent didn't help. You were ready to let him doing anything to you, as Megatron puts your body in the air above him. You didn't know he was so strong for such an old bot. He looks at your lower area and licks your valve. "Aaah! Megs!" You feel his sharp tongue flicking around, surprisingly skilled at this. Your lower area was feeling so hot, making the pain worse until he shoves his glossa into your walls. The hot pain stopped afterwards with the pleasurable motion and you moan louder from the complete bliss your body was feeling.

Megatron never knew you would taste so good, feeling all your flavors made him get worse on the inside and touching your thighs with his servo was also not helping his situation. One of his digits rubs against your aft which made you arch your back. He loved hearing the small little gasps every time he rubbed his digits on your wet body so he continues the friction. You look down, basically sitting on his face, you see his crotch plate clicking open and his spike was being tortured, not being touched. Your body was craving to have something bigger inside you, so you try to tap his servo to grab his attention. "H-hey! Let me dow-ah!" He interrupt you by biting your leg. No, you don't tell him what to do, EVER. This was not going to be like Optimus, obeying your wishes anytime you want. The bite thankfully didn't get deep, but the feeling was new to you and didn't mind it. A few more minutes of your nether region getting eaten, you hit his helmet to grab his attention again. His glossa leaves your folds and growls at you. "What?!" He stares at you with angry eyes, until you point to him his spike. Finally, megs realize what you were saying and puts you down. You kneel down on the floor to his spike and start to suck on his tip, grabbing it with your servos to pleasure him. He feels glossa rubbing against him, making him groan in pleasure. He didn't know you could be so good at pleasuring, but he wasn't going to complain. He feels you stopping and putting your valve up to his tip, lowering yourself down onto him. You made him go crazy after that, moaning from this forgotten touch. "Ngnn! Primus…" This felt so good to him, the fact your walls were so tight yet able to slide yourself up and down on him was making him feel insane. He didn't know he was going to feel this way when they started the 4 million year war, but goodness was this the best thing he has ever done in years. You feel yourself tightening around him, cumming while yelling his name. He feels his spike being hugged around your walls and cums as well. He tries to catch his breath, seeing you get off his spike and sit down beside him. Megs couldn't help but stare at your lower area, dripping with fluids. He leans his head on the door, thinking everything was finally over…but he could still smell it. He thought your heat was treated, was he not enough? How the fuck was he not enough?! "I can still sense that you are not satisfied." You looked up at him when he spoke. "Sorry…it usually will stop after a few rounds, even then, it will start again the next day". Fuck, this is what Optimus meant. Did he mind he was going to be busy with you for a few days? No. The members of the ship should be worried if they ever sense your heat if he is busy with you though, that mech will make sure everyone knows you are his for now.

[in1-nutshell]

You know what

I do want fearless Buddy and Megs to go to tfp.

I want one of those little portals to open up during poetry club and Buddy just to accept their fate and let the portal take them, Megatron is less accepting of getting dragged through said portal but he has no choice.

I want Team Prime to not even be surprised at this point, and Optimus is already trying to calm down Agent Fowler because WHY IS MEGATRON NOW IN OUR BASE!?

I want there to not even  be a few days of peace before everything hits the fan.  

The Decepticons have Team Prime on their back foot.  There's no other choice.  Time to send in their own Megs.

And for convenience I shall be referring to Mtmte as Megs and Tfp as Megatron.

Megatron's shock of getting punched by himself doesn't last long and the fight between the two is evenly matched.  But Megs is older, tired, weaker.  Megatron starts to get the advantage.  Megs is on his back, Megatron's fusion cannon aiming right at his spark.

And then Buddy comes along.

Yep, With all the autobots out, Megs running to punch himself in the face, and Ratchet manning the ground bridge controls, there was no one to keep an eye out for Buddy and Miko as they immediately ran through the ground bridge, and poor Jack and Raf following just to keep an eye on them.

Poor Buddy who spent the last few days talking up Megs.  “Are you kidding me, your Megatron looks like he's on space crack, my Megs would beat him no question.”

Poor Buddy who was so confident while watching the fight because their Megs is out now and he’s here to clean house.

Poor Buddy who immediately runs through the fighting to throw a rock at Megatron's leg and yell at him various cybertronian swears because of course that's the first thing Whirl taught them upon meeting them. 

And poor Buddy who immediately gets Megatron's fusion cannon pointed at them

But it doesn't hit Buddy.  No, the blast nearly digs through Meg's back as he shields he’s funny little human kid.

Luckily they get him back to base, maybe Bumblebee rammed into Megatrons fucking shins and they drag Meg’s body back through a ground bridge.

Cut to Megs waking up and Buddy immediately sprinting towards him because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and they also can't stand to be near his limp body while waiting for him to wake up

“...he was on space bath salts… that fight didn't count.”

FEARLESS IS BACK!

I tweak some elements in the request a bit, hope that's okay when you read it. If not please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless Buddy witnessing Megs get beaten by his counter part

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight Angst, Mention of injury but nothing graphic, Human reader

TFP/MTMTE

It’s a normal day in Megatron’s classroom.

Megatron had just finished his final class of the day and was looking forward to going back to his habsuite.

Fearless had other ideas.

They decided to come by and visit after the lectures were over.

Megatron didn’t want to see Fearless right now.

He had been running a bit of the Cybertronain equivalent of a cold and hadn’t gone to the med bay yet.

Not that he thought he needed to.

He could handle something like this, but he knew Buddy would want him to go to the med bay if they found out.

Then portal time.

Megatron is clawing at his desk, refusing to get sucked into the portal.

Fearless sighs and just goes limp as the portal began dragging them in.

“What are you doing?!”--Megatron

“I’ve stop trying to fight these things Megs, just let go it makes things so much easier when you land.”—Fearless

“No!”--Megatron

Megatron lets go of one servo and tries to reach for Fearless as they are dragged into the portal.

His grip falters and let’s go of the desk and starts screaming as he gets dragged into the portal.

Meanwhile, Fearless was just thinking which dimension they were going to end up today.

Meanwhile in the TFP universe…

The portal opens dropping Megatron on the ground unceremonialy and Fearless safely bounces to the floor.

Team Prime just looks at the pair surprised.

Fearless waves happily as their Megatron groans in pain.

“Hey guys! How’s it going?”--Fearless

Everyone is surprised to see Megs and Fearless back.

Optimus has to calm down June and Fowler over this Megs appearing inside the base.

It’s a happy reunion with Fearless.

Ratchet’s sixth sense is tingling seeing Megs being more withdrawal than normal.

A couple days later, Team Prime gets ambushed.

Megs is actually feeling worse than what he felt on the Lost Light and still refuses to get help.

He feels bad for wasting their resources and knows he needs to cover his tracks better, Fearless was catching on to him.

Megs volunteers to go out and help.

He leaves before Fearless can do anything.

Fearless spots Miko running to the groundbrigde.

“I did not miss that, Miko!”--Fearless

Fearless is now running behind Miko trying to stop her from entering the groundbrigde.

“Miko! Get back here!”--Fearless

“I am NOT going to miss this fight!”--Miko

“Miko just because I said my Megs could crush yours, doesn’t mean that you get to go off on your own and—GET BACK HERE BEFORE THE PORTAL CLOSES!”--Fearless

On the other end of the groundbrigde.

Fearless sighs tiredly while Miko chuckles a bit.

“C’mon! You can’t deny that your also curious on how this fight could go.”--Miko

“Miko lets just get you back to—”—Fearless

Fearless turns around to see Jack and Raf behind them.

“… The three of you stick to me because I swear to Primus if you run off again, the last thing you will see if my foot denting your sorry behinds.”—Fearless

“Bet the last soda in the fridge Megs beats our Megatron”—Miko

“Miko!”--Fearless

They are not expecting Megs to get beat.

It was a bad beating.

Sure, Megs got good hits in the beginning, but it was nothing compared to the hits Megatron was landing.

Fearless starts panicking when they notice his fatigue.

It was time to put their name into use.

Fearless grabs a bunch of rocks and sprints to Megs and stands in front of him and starts chucking the rocks left and right.

They run out of rocks and move to their trusty pocket blaster, courtesy of Brainstorm.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU OVERGROWN TOASTER!”--Fearless

Megatron looks down at the fleshy who was landing some blasts at his frame.

“Insignificant worm! You dare try and hit me!?”--Megatron

Fearless starts moving away from Megs and tries to lure this Megatron away from him.

“OH, I DARE BUCKET HEAD! I HOPE YOUR PEDE GETS RUSTY FROM THE RAIN!”--Fearless

Fearless dodges several blasts from the fusion canon.

“I HOPE THAT YOU FALL OF THE NEMESIS AND HIT YOUR HELM! MAYBE THEN IT CAN COMPREHEND ALL THE THINGS YOU’VE DONE! AND IT CAN START WITH YOU PUTTING SPACE BATH SALTS IN YOUR SPARK CHAMBER!”--Fearless

Megs is terrified for Fearless as his counter part starts going after them.

Megatron also spots the kids and fires one shot before continuing to pursue the other pest.

Megs shields the kids with his body nearly crumbling down at the massive hole burning on his side.

Fearless screams in agony and rage making rapid fire with their blaster straight to Megatron’s face and wire sensitive areas.

Thanks to this distraction Bumblebee could get the drop on him going to the kneecaps and Optimus taking him down before he retreated like the coward he was.

Fearless is running back to Megs as he is being carried to the groundbridge.

Fearless get taken care of by June as they wait anxiously for the news.

They were so sure that Megs would beat this Megatron.

What happened out there?

Ratchet comes out of the med bay.

Fearless is on their feet.

“How is he Ratchet?”--Fearless

“He is stable, my counter part would need to do more extensive work in the long run though.”--Ratchet

Fearless looks relief but scrunches to confusion.

“He should have beaten him. It doesn’t make sense! Something happened to him when he went out and… and…”--Fearless

They hang their head a bit.

“That could be the exposure to the dark energon and the illness.”--Ratchet

“… Run me that again.”--Fearless

“Dark energon and the illness.”—Ratchet

“He was sick?!”—Fearless

“It’s a non-lethal sickness, most akin to a human ‘cold’.”--Ratchet

“… So, my Megs got his aft kick because the other Meagtron was on the space drug and he was sick...”--Fearless

“I would use different terms, but that is the gist of it.”--Ratchet

“… Thank you Ratchet, seriously.”--Fearless

“You’re taking this well.”--Miko

“Oh, I’m furious that he hid this from me, but that’s something he’s going to get when he can at least walk again. Then he is going to be thankful that I’m not a full grown Cybertronian.”--Fearless

Fearless feels sick to their stomach seeing him power down and still.

They try their best to keep themselves occupied with the kids and the others.

Fearless jokes around that the match didn’t count because their Megatron had enhancements and theirs was weakened by a sickness.

It was an unfair fight.

The moment Megs wakes up Fearless is once again sprinting to his side, climbing to the top of the med slab by themselves and to his chassis.

They cry a bit with relief when they see he is okay.

They were so going to snitch on him when they got back to the Lost Light.

Right on cue the portal opens up.

Megs is strong enough to walk a bit and goes to the portal with Fearless.

They say their thanks and goodbyes as the pair leave this universe.

In the Lost Light…

Megs lands on his chassis groaning in pain as Fearless lands beside him.

His biolight flickered dimly which caused Fearless to panic bad.

“HELP! HELP HE’S DYING! SOMEONE, ANYONE!!!”--Fearless

The doors to Swerve’s bust open as several bots come out to see Fearless cradling one of Megatron’s digits with tears threatening to spill.

“HELP HIM!”--Fearless

Whirl comes over and picks up Fearless as some other bots hurriedly carry Megatron to the med bay.

Fearless just watches his limp body get carried away and digs their face into their Amica’s neck cables stifling a sob.

Whirl can only gently stroke their back as he takes them back to their shared room for privacy.

Megatron has to stay in the med bay for a while thanks to the injuries and the complications the illness made on his frame.

Fearless made sure to tell everything to the crew once they calmed down.

Once Megs is given a clean bill of health and another scolding for keeping his sickness to himself, Fearless isn’t leaving his side for a while.

Magnus grants some grace to Fearless on their work.

Everyone gives the two some patience.

It wasn’t everyday that one of the most fearless organics on board got into a panicky state.

Thank goodness Rung has some room in his schedule because this was going to be a lengthy session for many bots.

[smoothriverrocksrock]

You’re welcome B)

Op/Meg(you’re here) || Elita/Star

More in depth thoughts under cut (wont make much sense if you don’t know Homestuck):

-I’m going “fuck it we ball” on the signs. Be whimsical with me

-Yes, I plan on making at least 2/4 more (I’ll release in pairs). If you have a suggestion, feel free to speak up! I had a lotta fun making these

-Now you might be thinking: “Really? The lowest caste for the leaders?” But hear me out. I wanted to keep within the thematic tone of Transformer’s story, and I think it’s more impactful if Op and Megs are born at the bottom. Something like what TfOne or Tfp have going on wouldnt really work if either were already a high blood tier. That being said, I was considering purple for Megatron to keep that nice Decepticon color

-I don’t have any real overarching story in mind rn, this is just a fun design game for me. The narrative I’m working with is that the war is a really complicated game of flarp, and Oppime / Megtrn are so next-level intense about it that they naturally took up leadership positions (to the dismay of some higher blood players). Fortunately for them, some other high bloods took a liking to them and were willing to support them

-These ones were given glasses to keep that iconic pupil-less look. Oppime actually needs it, Megtrn just think it looks cool. Anyone without a visor will just have the normal eyes from here on out

-Yes, that is a graphic T on Oppime. Yes, that is a “bulletproof vest” on Megtrn (It’s really scrap metal). Yes, the scratched-in sign on Megtrn is a TfOne reference. No, I don’t know why I put the hat on Oppime it just felt right

-I really debated with myself on letting Megtrn have the bucket hat. It’s so scandalous I could barely bring myself to draw it. Unfortunately, Megtrn gives so little shits about decency that he wears it anyway. The Decepticons think it’s the funniest shit ever. Rip the awesome armada horns tho, the sacrifice is (probably) worth it

-Megtrn’s gun is a gift from Sodwav, who wanted his leader to be better equipped for leading.

[revelboo]

I'm soooo obsessed with 'Skin and Bones' it makes me look stupid. I daydream about it at work lmao. Honestly fantastic

For me, it’s as fun to write soft Megatron as it is to write feral TFP Megs. Mass displaced mech 18+ 🌶️

Skin and Bones Pt 9- extended cut

IDW Megatron x Reader

Servos trembling as they curl into fists, he shrugs off Soundwave’s hand on his shoulder. Knows the communications officers is concerned, but the energon splattered on his hands and chassis isn’t his. It rarely ever is.

“Leave me,” he growls, wishing he could gentle his tone. But that fury is a living thing inside his spark. Another failed coup to put down. It’s not like it’s anything new, but he’s just so tired of it and violence is the only way to keep his throne. The only thing his followers respect and he hadn’t been able to temper his blows, because betrayal always brings out the worst in him. Those memories always too close to the surface.

Drags him right back to the gladiator pits, struggling and clawing just to survive, because one wrong move will cost his life. Never being able to relax, not even during recharge. Being the strongest had placed a target on his head. Made him plenty of enemies.

And finally alone, that rage shakes him, sinking into his spark. Because everything he’s done has been for them. Fighting for freedom, to not be leashed by the aristocracy ever again. Dragging his chair away from his desk, he slings it across the room. Wants to tear the walls down around him, but it’s the sharp cry from his berth that freezes him. Chains that fury.

Spark constricting as he realizes he’d forgotten all about you. Head turning, he finds you pressed against the wall on his berth, eyes wide with fear. Seeing the real him for the first time, the angry mech who’d fought so hard just to survive, who’d grown bitter and determined. And you’re terrified.

“Little one,” he growls, voice too rough still as he approaches. The chair didn’t land anywhere near you, but he’s been so careful to not show you the worst of him, because around you he can relax. Remember that there were times before the fights that weren’t easy by any means, but were almost happy. Companionship found with the other miners, a sense of family that had been taken from him. Reaching out a hand, he doesn’t try to touch you as you flinch back, little hands curled against yourself. Afraid if he tries to touch you, it’ll send you running. And he’s afraid of what he’ll do in turn if you reject him. He’s just so tired of it all, but you give him comfort. A little spot of trusting warmth.

Eyes shiny, you look from his outstretched hand to his face. Slowly letting out a breath and coming to him to lay a warm palm on his servo. Still trusting him even if you’re scared.

“Everything okay?” You ask, looking up at him as a single tear slides down your cheek and you reach up to scrub it away. Afraid, but asking him if he’s okay and your concern aches in his spark.

Knows how dangerous it is after the brawl he’d just had. If anyone comes looking for him, if they get past their fear and come at him together? Knows he shouldn’t risk it even as he places his ped on the berth, leaning forward and mass shifting. Closing the distance between you as he shrinks and seeing your eyes widen as he carefully grips your little hand. Even like this, you’re so much smaller than he is, fragile. But as you look up at him, he’s snared by those eyes, the little flecks of color in them he’s never noticed.

“You’re little. Smaller,” you whisper with a soft, awkward laugh, eyes dropping to stare at his hand gripping yours. “Didn’t know you could do that.”

He needs to see those eyes again, his free hand reaching to cup your soft cheek and tip your face up. Feeling when you lay your palm on his hand as he slides a servo along your cheek. Accepting his touch despite the faint tremor he can still feel, those trusting eyes seeing him. The good and the bad, and not running. Venting sharply when his touch leaves a smear of energon on your cheek, marking your skin with his sins.

Because that’s what he’s always done, isn’t it? Every time he reaches out, he just ends up destroying what he’s trying to protect.

He’s frozen, those red optics fixed on his servos against your cheek as you try to calm your racing heart. That had been the other side of the coin, the vicious warlord that the Seekers had whispered about. Feared. Red optics glowing, denta bared as he’d seized his chair in energon wet hands and thrown it. That hatred twisting his face mixed with despair, cutting you so deeply, piercing the fear.

Those wet servos are touching you, dampening your skin. And he’s just staring, venting raggedly like he’s about to lose it all over again. That’s what makes you catch his hand between both of yours when he tries to snatch it away. Eyes dropping as he hesitates and you pull, turning yourself so your back is to him, his arm under yours and pinned to your body. So you can examine that big hand. “I like when you touch my cheek or play with my hair,” you begin, unsure of how to say what you need to, what he needs to hear. Playing with a servo to curl it slightly and amazed that he’s letting you. “These hands don’t scare me, they’re warm against me when I sleep. They’re strong, but they keep me safe.”

“They destroy, too,” he murmurs.

He’s so close he’s almost touching you and you feel the warmth of him when he vents and it stirs your hair. “Mine can, too.”

He huffs out what might be a bitter laugh at that, but he would think you’re too little, too fragile to do any harm. Giving in, you lean back into him. Soaking in his warmth and safety and realizing how attached to him you are. That you like that rumbling voice, like those big, gentle hands. It’s not like you’d ever deluded yourself into thinking he was safe, but he’d made you feel seen and cherished. He’d felt safe even knowing what he was and what he’s capable of.

“I’m not afraid of you.” Tugging his hand up, you press a kiss against the center of his palm. You can’t look at him, can’t risk seeing the surprise or worse, the disgust on his face. Cause to him, you’re a pet. A weird little alien he adopted as his. So you brace yourself when he turns you, those red optics searching your face.

“You should be,” he says, cupping your face in those warm hands. “I terrify myself.” And his head dips, his mouth brushing against yours.

More of a question than a kiss, a warm stroke of his lips against yours and he’s lifting his head. Going up on tiptoes as warmth spreads through you, you catch his helm and drag him back so you can mold your own mouth to his. Wanting this, him even though it’s crazy. You’re two very different species, but being held by him, drowsing to the thrum of his spark under you, it feels like coming home. And you want all of it. Want to hang on with both hands so you’re not left alone again, because after him? You might not survive that loneliness.

His glossa slides against the seam of your lips entering when you part for him. Those big hands sliding over you, dragging you closer as your feet leave the ground. His mouth moves against yours in a hungry demand and one of his arms cages you to him.

Your mouth is all heat and hunger against his, those soft hands clinging to him as if afraid he might stop. Even if he’d wanted to, he’s not sure he could now. Because you’d reached out, taken what you wanted and given him permission to do the same. No, there’s no stopping until he takes everything he can, loses himself in whatever comfort you’ll allow him. Because you? There’s no conniving or plotting in those warm eyes. Pinning you to his frame, he goes down on his knees and lays you down under him, head lifting slightly so he can find those eyes. Reassure himself that he can have this without destroying what little he has.

“Don’t go,” you whisper, face flushed as you reach for him and how can he deny you?

Slowly so he doesn’t scare you, he finds the bottom edge of your shirt and slides it up to reveal soft skin. “I’m here,” he says and you smile faintly, little hands moving to help him strip you. And only then, bare underneath him, do you avoid his optics as he surfs a palm against you, mapping you out with his servos. “Look at me.” It’s a demand and not as gentle as he’d meant, but you hesitantly meet his optics. “We’re very different.”

“I know,” you say, reaching up to skim your fingers over his chassis in barely there touches. As if not sure if you’re allowed.

Catching your wrist, he presses your palm more firmly against him. “I like those differences.” Shifting slightly, he continues his slow exploration. Finding where he can touch you to make you shiver, squirm away, or gasp. Then his servos find you, cup you and stroke that wet heat. Realizing that as different as you are, it feels like you’re made for him as he presses a servo inside you and you arch. Primus, help him as he frees his spike. Needing to be buried deep inside you even as he strokes that servo deep.

“Don’t stop,” you protest when he pulls his hand away and he laughs softly. He can’t even if you asked him to as he shifts to cover you. Little eyes widening as you feel his spike slide against you, then slowly press inside. “Oh.”

You’re so tight and wet wrapped around his spike as he sheaths himself. He can feel you clench on him before you relax and soften as he cups your cheek. Rocks himself against you with a growl, savoring the feel of you. “I love those differences,” he snarls, beginning to move against you. Hips driving urgently against yours, still wound up with that anger from earlier. Taking that frustration out on you, claiming you rougher than he intended. And you hold onto him, murmuring against his neck. Right there, please, his name, falling almost mindlessly from your lips against the mesh of his neck. Accepting him even like this when you deserve gentle and soft.

And when you cry out and tighten on him, he keeps rutting against you. Denta bared as he thrusts and chases you over that edge. Feeling you milk his spike as he buries himself deep and releases. Claiming you as his. Needing you and those soft hands that had reached out, those eyes that had seen him and not turned away. Knows he doesn’t deserve you, but wants to hold onto this as long as you’ll trust yourself to him, because you feel more like home than anywhere he’s ever been.

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Megatron x Reader

NSFW | DeadDove

I cant write anymore of this, i had more -even a plot for it, but im cringing every 6 seconds with this. But maybe someone out there wants to read it idk

its tfp megs but his altmode is g1 gun

Warnings: Drugs, Gunplay, Power Dynamics (duh), Megs is fucked up, but ur just as doomed. At least he calls you a good girl? Abrupt ending cause i died, I tried to make it not as painful...

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“Open.” he demanded. Transformed into his gun mode, laying in your hands. The cold metal resting in your palms.

Completely glazed over, washed with a fog of grey, you don’t even know what’s going on anymore. The drugs in your system have messed you up so hard that all of your senses have been dulled to the point you barely know how to breathe. Eyes half rolled up with your mouth hanging open as soft pants come out; your body attempting to stabilize its breathing. The only sounds to your muffled hearing is your desperate whimpers and his commands.

“Be a good girl and take it.”

His orders ring through your ears.

“Be a good girl and take it.”

“Be a good girl and take it.”

That’s right. I’m a good girl. Completely void of any dignity, as you have your legs on your knees, you sit on the berth. With your eyes barely a slit, staring at the Walther P38 in your hands. Nodding at it as you pick it up, safety unlocked, holding onto the grip.

“Keep your eyes open.”

Unaware that you’ve closed them as you diverted all of your attention opening your mouth to hold out your tongue, you force your lids up as much as you can. Just barely open, but enough to be able to see –not that you can make out what’s heads or tails of anything.

It’s all about control. He doesn’t need you to see anything, so long as you obey his directions. But forcing all of your senses online is part of the game, he’s ultimately controlling you.

He got a first hand glimpse of what you can do. Something awoke inside of him when he saw the way you draped your tongue out in front of him. At that moment, he knew. He wanted to feel you, wanted to know what it felt to be wrapped around an organic’s intake, the wet and softness of it? Would it be warm? To see your completely broken submissive face as you take him. His spike is already pressurizing, but that’s not what he wanted. That will come another day. For now, he needed to know what it felt like with your lips sealed around him, tongue twirling around him.

“Good girl. Now put it in.”

The only actions you can do at this rate are simple movements. Fortunately, it’s enough. Placing the bottom of the barrel onto the tip of your tongue as you bring it back. Fear has long escaped you. You know it’s from the drugs, but what are you going to do? Fight them? They’re already in your system.

You hear a muffled groan, taking that as a good sigh, sliding it further in. Gently running the body of your tongue along the bottom of the barrel, thin enough that you can cover the whole surface area with a slight curve.

’Primus, he did not know it would feel this good.’ If he would have known this is what organics felt like, he would have taken you a long time ago. The warm and wet of your tongue colliding with his cold and metal body, clashing into a harmony of pleasure.

“More.” He demanded.

His words rumbled in your mouth, sending vibrations down your throat. His voice was already a deep baritone, but with it muffled by you, it felt even more exhilarating.

Desperate to please him, you begin to slide your tongue up. Slowly rolling it over the barrel, making a loop. Repeating a few times before switching direction, heading the other way.

If he was in his bot mode, he would be clenching his servos and gritting his denta. He may be unable to physically express the emotions, but they’re there. Jolts of shocks run through him as he lets out a low growl. He could almost feel himself shaking, only hoping that you had enough of a grip to hold him well.

A delicate trust between 2 completely different species, a twisted odd of faith as his safety rests in your hands, and your own death being one trigger away. He would hope you would not, you’re too precious for that. Yet the thrill of giving you that choice, –and being the one to be able to take you offline, makes him feel something he’s never felt before. Murdering bots? Originally he felt something. Guilt perhaps? But over time it did not matter anymore. It’s the thin line of trust that you will not do it that excites him. That you’re given the choice in your own palms, but you’d rather choose him.

[yume-writes]

Sorry if you're busy, I hope I didn't become a bother for the multiple asks, but here's what Happened during and After the Wedding Fiasco, in Optimus Pov of course. Sorry if it's another Megop or Opmeg centric. I'm addicted to their Divorce relationship and Breakup, Making It Everyone's Problem!

As Optimus Took a glance at Megatron who initiated the situation with Starscream's idea. (The Decepticons all glared at Starscream during this with faces telling they wanted this to be over soon and potentially beat the seeker up). Besides him was Blue Cop who was unfortunately to become Megatron's Victim of Delusions™ alongside Him. (Poor bot), Optimus glance then turns back to Megatron in Pity but in his own eyes, there's a hidden spark that should've been buried from when he was just a simple clerk, reading all of Megatron's Writing and poetry who admired the young clerk long ago... It was LONGING... Despite everything he and the Decepticons have gone against Cybertron, the Autobots, and Everyone including the Metal Cardbots. He couldn't dare to hate someone who was once a Gladiator, a Revolutionary, and Inspiration, and a Friend...

He wouldn't admit these feelings towards him right now, especially Blue cop besides him who's Panicking and trying to rattle his way out. Optimus couldn't blame Megatron's behaviour for slowly losing who he once was, that even went as far as Kidnapping Blue cop to make him the next Pax to his Spark. Maybe in another timeline where they could be friends once again or even more... But, This wasn't what Optimus wanted it to be...

(Also, Imagine Megatron wearing Equivalent to a Cybertronian Wedding dress, Here's the Post I saw I followed, I can't stop thinking about it not only does it show how far he's fallen, it also parallels my interpretation of a bride who got stood up from her wedding. And it suits Beautiful on Him!)

MCB x TFP crossover

No, no! You didn't bother me! I'm happy about the asks. I just get bouts of extreme motivation and then lose that motivation, I'm more than happy to continue answering asks!

And, god, Optimus still having longing in his spark drives me insane! After everything he went through, after all the gore and war he saw, after what Megatron did to Bumblebee, he still longs for Megatron.

How could he not?

He still remembers how he used to be. That bot who had so many optimistic ideas on how to change the system, on how to make life better for the lower castes. The one who would write poetry just for Orion. He's gone, Optimus knows this, but he just can't let go of that

Even after the latest events with Blue Cop, he understands why. He understands why Megatron does this, that understanding sits heavy in his tanks. If only, oh! If only things were different for them. If only everything worked out in their favor. How would they be then? They would be together

He lost Megatronus, and now he's losing Megatron. He doesn't know what will happen if he loses him. Sometimes, sometimes, a traitorous part of him wants to stay, but he can't. His team, the humans, the cardbots, and especially Blue Cop need him. So even though it hurts, he leaves once again

Also I love the picture of Megs in a wedding dress, he looks amazing, but imagine what it would look like after the fight. It would be torn in several places, some parts ripped off entirely, energon would be splattered on it, and dirt, smoke, and dust would dirty it. He's not only a bride who got stood up at her wedding, he's a vengeful one

(Also should we make a ship name for the blue Cop and Megatron ship, and the OP, Megs, and BC ship? Like I know they were crack ships, but by this point they've been fleshed out a bit and I want something to tag these ship posts with something for organization purposes)

[quibbs126]

You know, regardless of however I feel about the character himself (I actually don’t remember my opinions on TFP Megs much since I haven’t watched the show in a while, I just know he’s internally my most clowned on for doing space crack and being the biggest fumbler), he does have a good design, at least objectively

He’s huge, he’s bulky, he’s very sharp. He 1000% screams gladiator, which is exactly what he was in this show’s backstory (or at least that’s the part the show focuses on). I feel like even his face fits in with that too with all the lines, they kind of look like battle scars and give him a more experienced and battle hardened air. Like yeah, this man was champion of the Pits of Kaon and warlord leader of the Decepticons, and I can tell from design alone how people fear him

This is also a show that never really tries to give Megatron any redeeming traits or make us sympathize with him (I think this was also from before IDW Megs became an Autobot, if that’s worth any point in this discussion), so them going all in on the intimidation and evil aspects of his character in his design makes complete sense

And also, I think his particular color palette works towards his character design as well

They swap out his red accents for purple in this show, which I think gives him more cohesion, particularly with the Decepticon symbol being the same color. It also ties into the emphasis on Dark Energon in this series, which is made purple here, and how Megatron is like the main guy who uses it. And it makes his red eyes stand out more and the only red, though his purple eyes also stand out from the rest of his design due to their brightness

Then there's the topic of his metal, or I suppose more accurately, the texture of it. Yes it's metal, and yes there's some shine to it, but to me it's sort of like...an ugly sheen. Not as in I don't like looking at it, it's visually unappealing, but as in like, it isn't pretty and smooth, it's rough looking, and other words I don't know how to describe metal. I want to say corroded but that's not the right usage of the word for metal, and I don't know how accurate dull is either. And while this may be the case for other characters with metal, it's most prominent on him because of how much of his body is that metal

But like, the point is that it's not the prettiest metal. I think that can tie in with his initial lower class and less fortunate origins, forced to mine and fight in gladiator pits to be seen. And it ties again into being a warrior, how he's not the most concerned with how he looks, unlike someone like Knock Out, staying plain but fit for battle. You could also maybe see it as like armor in that way, being mostly clad in metal

I can't remember if I had any other talking points, so I'll leave it there. Point is, while subjectively, he isn't my favorite Megatron design (granted idk who is), objectively I think the character designers did a very good job with him. Even if I'm not the most articulate in describing how