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Your back was arched like a cat, your chest pressed against the door, your pretty and expensive dress was pulled up and your panties discarded.

His big hand was covering your mouth, preventing you from moaning while he pounds his cock inside of your pussy, his other hand grabbing your waist with such force that it made you let out a pained whine against his hand.

Your cunt was drooling and a puddle slowly grew on the floor.

Both of you were in the bathroom because he couldn't wait till get home after your pathetic teasing in front of his friends at the restaurant. It wasn't even necessary to prepare you for his massive cock, you were already soaking the chair while just staring at him, your hand rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, teasing him. You put some excuses before standing up, walking towards the restroom, his heavy footsteps following behind.

Until here you are, being fucked by your "best friend", trying not to moan loud while he pushes his throbbing cock deep inside of you, kissing your cervix multiple times until you're a trembling mess in his arms.

You came messily around his girth, trying to push him away when he keeps fucking you and you start feeling overstimulated. He comes inside of you, bumping his hot and thick sperm in your pussy, filling your guts up.

He slowly slides out, stuffing his hand in his pocket and pulling out a pretty and shiny plug. Then, he slowly pushes it into your swollen and fucked cunny, not wasting a single drop of his semen inside of you.

Minutes later, you're both back with your friends, your legs were trembling and you tried to fix your messy makeup and hair.

You both kept chatting like nothing happened, with your pussy stuffed with his cum.

I'll just let you know that you'll have the best punishment when you both get home.

And, of course, the next day you couldn't even stand up.

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Have you tried asking nicely?

This turned into tfa Optimus x dragon beastformer reader, but also we shitting on tfa Sentinel today cause fuck that guy.

For my moot @rabotimagines for the silly suggestion, love you bro.

It was clear as day to anyone that you hated Sentinel, you hated his cocky attitude, how he breaks the rules just to get a leg up, and most of all his treatment of every bot around him. You loathe having to interact with him, but you don’t make it easy on him much to the amusement of your team.

“Optimus, recall your oversized rust bucket!” Sentinel yells trying to stand his ground, which shakes beneath him at your heavy steps, your claws digging into the dirt below as a low guttural growl rumbles from your chassis

“Sorry, Sentinel, I don’t have command over them. Honestly, my words are just suggestions for them. Maybe if you ask reeeeal nicely they might step back.”

Optimus shrugs, trying to come off as more sympathetic in front of Ultra Magnus, who merely stares at the sight with a fed up expression.

“I am not sure why he thought kicking them was a smart move, but he is a Prime, he should be able to handle himself.”

Optimus and Ultra Magnus share a knowing glance with the same tired sigh before returning to the topic at hand, and while Optimus informs Magnus of the collection of All-Spark shards along with any Decepticon activity, you stand in the background in your towering form, glaring down at the cocky bastard before you.

“Go on you dumb flying mech thingy, I have far more important matters to deal with than you.” He tries to shoo you away with his servos, but you tilt your helm as if his actions were supposed to do anything so you simply ignore it, keeping between him and Optimus, ensuring he can’t get close to the other Prime.

“Optimus!” Sentinel tries once again, “I know being a good leader must be hard for someone like you, but you could at least try-AH!”

You swiftly take one of his pedes in your jaw and start swinging him around, slamming him down to the ground breaking the crust below with violently thrashing. With Bee and Sari’s laughter accompanying Sentinel's shrill screams as he’s whipped around.

Optimus stifles his own laughter until he sees Ultra Magnus look at him with an expecting gaze, sighing, he rushes over to your imposing form.

“Hey now, calm down there, spitfire!” The nickname was spoken with the affection you adored from your leader.

Optimus pats one of your large claws, getting your attention. You stop swinging your helm around, but you refuse to open your intake, keeping your denta clamped firmly on Sentinel's pede. Optimus chuckles at the sight of your draconic form holding the other Prime like a chew toy, even with said Prime looking dizzy, dazed, and dented from your thrashing.

“I know how you feel, but I need you to put him down, okay?” He smiles even though you narrow your optics at him, letting him know good and well he is going to be hearing about this when Sentinel and Ultra Magnus leave.

His spark, however, sinks when he sees a look of realization flash in your gleaming optics, with a deep huffed chuckle rumbling in your chassis.

“Oh no.”

Is all he could manage to get out, watching you whip your helm around for good measure before opening your intake, letting Sentinel go just as your leader had asked of you, and sending the other Prime flying in the opposite direction right into the sea.

You purr, looking very pleased with yourself, so pleased you transform into your robot mode to sure that pleased grin. Looking down at your Prime, your purr grows louder as he crosses his arms and gives you a disapproving look.

“I let go of him as requested, my Prime.”

“Yes, you did, but you know good and well that’s not what I meant.”

You tilt your helm, feigning innocence.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

Optimus huffs, only to yell out in surprise once your arms wrap around his waist and lift him up, holding him to your chassis and nuzzling your helm against his like an oversized cat offering affection.

“My apologies, Ultra Magnus, but I’m sure Sentinel is fine! He wasn’t too injured.” How embarrassing, he’s being snuggled in front of his boss who does not look that impressed with him right now.

“Sentinel should be fine, if he’s not back within the hour I’ll send Jetfire and Jetstorm to search for him, since your beast seems not too fond of him to aid in such a search.”

The older mech takes his leave, allowing Optimus a moment to ex-vent with relief.

“I know you don’t like him but did you have to do that?” He leans his helm against yours, trying to sound stern in his questioning, but it’s hard when it was kinda funny.

“Maybe he shouldn’t speak to you like that, he’s lucky I allowed him to keep his pedes.” 

“Yeah, chill out boss bot, they were just doing what everyone’s been thinking.” Bee chimes into your defense, not that it was needed with how the majority aren't fond of Sentinel either.

Optimus tilts his helm back with a groan, he knows Bee is right but in front of Ultra Magnus, really? Not that he can blame you, not when your first instinct is to defend him, he’s an easy mech. What can he say?

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TFA Starscream and his clones x reader art

I drew this with the romantic comedy of the past in mind.

This post is an illustrated version of Starscream x Reader

[ricegobbler]

This had me spiraling because like WHAT DO YOU MEAN A 4 ON COURAGE 😭 acting like he didn’t mock and taunt the ENTIRE autobot team while strapped to a table in their clutches… former gladiator btw too?? But yknow in his defense his courage stat is higher than Starscream’s so it’s not too outrageous 😒 but still (credit to @/fumbletron3000 on twt for the pic of the stats btw)

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HEAT CYCLE ❦︎

[TFP] Megatron/Minicon!Reader

[⚠︎]: NONCON, nsfw, size difference, submissive reader

I'm hesitating whether to make a more complete part two of this. Thank you so much for the support I have received, it excite me so much!!

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Megatron's gaze is disdainful as he stares at the diminutive technician a few feet away from him, fixing the sound system of some of your holographic communication systems.

Your small structure and design is similar, a minicon, of course. Smaller, weaker Cybertronians, initially created as low-level, unimportant workers. The war made that a thing of the past. In fact, you were the only minicon on your ship.

Was it low to have one working for him, in his strong legion? Something so small, so weak, useless? Hm, but you're cute.

Maybe it's his initiating heat cycle, but it's inevitable to find you attractive so vulnerable there, at his beck and call, even being so small and simple. Those optics barely looking at you nervously, those blunt antennae, those tiny servos....

Simply thrilling.

Unable to help it, your designation leaves his dermas.

"Come here." He barked, with contempt and excitement.

Your antennae perk up at the call, laying down your tools as if your life depended on being there as soon as possible (maybe it does, you'll never know). The steps are hollow until you bow to him submissively.

"How may I serve you, Lord Megatron?"

Megatron watches your timid approach intently, just having you there, so docile and harmless, he could tear you apart with his claws without any effort.

But that was not his plan. "Come here, between my legs."

You empty them a little before nodding and heading obediently up to between her legs, your tank bubbling. Your optics can't meet his filled with.... Something. You're unsure what his intentions are.

"Oh, come closer, do not be afraid. I will not hurt you." His voice is silky, too gentle for you who, without choice, can only move closer.

And with that you are facing their interface panel as a requested invader.

Megatron's red optics lustfully pierce you, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. You had casually heard something from Knockout about a heat cycle and Megatron.

You begin to suspect that your powerful leader is in a heat cycle. And you are his unfortunate victim. You're about to open your mouth when he speaks again.

"You are obedient, are not you? You do not question, you do not hesitate, how clever of you." He strokes one of your antennae, you swallow your words. "What delicate components, what fragile parts."

"I am going to enjoy you very much, little one."

With that statement, your interface panel retracts completely to expose a thick, hard, weeping spike. It confirms your doubts and fears.

"Suck."

The command is clear, but you hesitate. His spike is large, of course, too intimidating for a helmet as small as yours. Gray dominated the length, accompanied only by faint square biolights on the sides and a grayish purple tip that dripped thick, sickly violet transfluid.

Though seeing it squint through the optics with menace was enough.

Pulling out the glossa, you awkwardly lick the tip, the transfluid tasting odd, but you say nothing, continuing on. You only hear a hum from him, so you keep licking around it, smearing every part of his spike with oral lubricant.

The metal moves with each of your licks and his tip drips enough to cover his entire cock.

You think it's weird. It's definitely weird, and you can't exactly say you're enjoying it in any way.

After a few clicks, Megatron gets tired and pulls you away by tugging you away from an antenna. "I told you suck, not lick."

"I am sorry."

You mutter, turning your attention to a more specific spot. You take his spike in your smaller servos awkwardly, sucking the tip hesitantly.

Megatron looks down at you from above, satisfied with your submission. You were adorable, a perfect little toy.

He pushed your helmet with one of his claws to push a little more of his spike into your intake, unsatisfied with only receiving attention at its tip.

"Hm." You're annoyed to find that just a few inches in you can't push any further.

It made you pull away again, your words coming out quickly.

"I am sorry, Lord Megatron, my mouth is too small for your spike, it is too big."

"Then set aside some of those irrevelant parts in your intake to make room for me. You do not want to disappoint me now."

"They are not irrevelant..."

The tyrannical leader crouched down, looking directly into your optics. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." And your transformation mechanisms quickly do their job of pushing important parts of your intake further down. It's uncomfortable and a little painful, but more painful is death, so you open your mouth once more.

This time, he inserts his spike more freely, abusing the space until your intake can take no more and tears overflow from your optics.

"That is it." Megatron's moan is choppy, enjoying the tight, wet space. His claws hold your helmet firmly in place as he begins to wiggle his hips, fucking your little intake as if it was made for exactly that.

The lunges are lazy but hard. The penetration feels strange, painful, his spike touches your intake all the way down and crushes your glossa down, completely filling the already limited space.

You lean back on his thighs, letting him use you for several more clicks.

Finally, after upping the pace a few more lunges, his overload comes with a deep grunt of pleasure. The stream of warm, slippery semen went straight down into your tank and overflowed down your dermas.

Despite your moans, Megatron kept you going until the last drop of transfluid went right down into your tank.

The structure of your ingestion returned to its place as you felt the evil leader's spike withdraw. You'd be lying to say it's not too good a relief. Still, your vocalizer needs to reboot.

"Ah, you did magnificently, little minicon! What a good little thing, so obedient. You wll make a good toy for your master, will not you?"

He purrs, sitting on his lap with a hop. His spike now almost exceeded the height of your entire abdomen.

One of his claws caressed your interface panel as the crimson optics locked onto it. What a tiny valve you must have had under that tiny panel! I could almost lick your dermas with anticipation.

He was not surprised when you immediately obeyed his command to open before him. And he was right, you did have a small valve, made more for someone your own size. A little bigger than the size of the tip of his spike, well, that was enough for him.

He stroked the soft rubber already lubricated. "Do you enjoy serving your leader in this way?".

"Yes, my lord. I enjoy it very much." The tremor in your barely restarted voice amused him. You were so nervous, so shy.

"That is good to hear. From now on, I claim you as my property, unique to my use."

Followed by his words, he inserted one of his claws into your valve, earning a squeal from you. It felt big and long enough to touch a good spot inside you. Without waiting, he rammed in quickly, withdrawing his claw just long enough before inserting it forcefully again.

"Lord Megatron!" Your moan is sweet in his audio receivers, and he turns up the speed hoping to get more of those sweet calls out.

"That's it, moan my name like that, sweet little thing." He cheered, rubbing your node with his thumb.

*M-My Lord!" You wiggle your hips, whimpering and moaning like you're in heat.

Your valve quickly begins to lubricate, the pain delicious to Megatron, who quickly grows impatient as your cycle intensifies.

It's okay, surely you're ready enough as it is. I was planning to make you beg for your overload, but that would be for later.

I pull his claw from your wet valve, lapping up the rest of your fluids. "Delicious."

He quickly accommodated you, lining up the tip of his spike with your little valve. The difference in size was noticeable, almost sinful, and that further ignited Megatron's spark.

"Lord Megatron, that won't fit inside me!" Your intervention is annoyed, terrified and shocked.

Megatron rolled the optics. "Make it fit." And he pushed.

You barely get your mechanisms to push aside components inside you, making room for his spike once more, before you feel the tip penetrate the soft sealed rubber. The pain kicks in, and you doubt it will go all the way in.

When he pushes a little further, you swallow saliva, squeezing the servos. "Lord Megatron..." You plead, unsure of what you are asking.

A particularly hard thrust makes you whimper, clinging to him. He's opening you up like a newly purchased toy, waiting to use you to your heart's content.

When he keeps going lower, you gasp out some pleas as you give in and fall against the underside of his chest, clawing at his shoulders. "L-Lord!"

But Megatron doesn't plan to stop. Your valve expands like never before, and your insides desperately try to accommodate the painful invader. "L-Lord Megatron!!!"

For a click the door to the room opens amidst your shout, revealing a Knockout who, with quickly cut off words, turns around and goes back the way he came.

At least he'll know what happened to you, because you'll definitely have to pay him a visit.

Finally, Megatron settles himself inside you with a deep moan of pleasure, clenching his claws on your hips. Your legs hang limp on the sides of his thighs, and your servos squeeze him weakly.

"So tight..." Megatron murmurs, almost overwhelmed. Just as he imagined, you were deliciously tight, smothering his spike between your wetness. "What a greedy little hole, looking to get my transfluid out so fast."

You can barely mumble a few words. You feel... Drunk and overwhelmed. Her spike fills half of where your tank and processing system should be, pushing straight into your gestation chamber like it's nothing. You are... too full, too full to be comfortable. The heavy metal pushes against your abdomen, as if to split you in two.

Megatron is kind enough to wait a few clicks for you to halfway get used to it before, without asking, grabbing your hips and lifting you up to leave only half of his spike inside. "Wow, even so you are squeezing me so well!"

He teased, lowering you once more to take it all the way in. He leaned back on the throne, manipulating your hips to his liking.

"We are going to have so much fun, my little companion."

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Have you tried asking nicely?

This turned into tfa Optimus x dragon beastformer reader, but also we shitting on tfa Sentinel today cause fuck that guy.

For my moot @rabotimagines for the silly suggestion, love you bro.

It was clear as day to anyone that you hated Sentinel, you hated his cocky attitude, how he breaks the rules just to get a leg up, and most of all his treatment of every bot around him. You loathe having to interact with him, but you don’t make it easy on him much to the amusement of your team.

“Optimus, recall your oversized rust bucket!” Sentinel yells trying to stand his ground, which shakes beneath him at your heavy steps, your claws digging into the dirt below as a low guttural growl rumbles from your chassis

“Sorry, Sentinel, I don’t have command over them. Honestly, my words are just suggestions for them. Maybe if you ask reeeeal nicely they might step back.”

Optimus shrugs, trying to come off as more sympathetic in front of Ultra Magnus, who merely stares at the sight with a fed up expression.

“I am not sure why he thought kicking them was a smart move, but he is a Prime, he should be able to handle himself.”

Optimus and Ultra Magnus share a knowing glance with the same tired sigh before returning to the topic at hand, and while Optimus informs Magnus of the collection of All-Spark shards along with any Decepticon activity, you stand in the background in your towering form, glaring down at the cocky bastard before you.

“Go on you dumb flying mech thingy, I have far more important matters to deal with than you.” He tries to shoo you away with his servos, but you tilt your helm as if his actions were supposed to do anything so you simply ignore it, keeping between him and Optimus, ensuring he can’t get close to the other Prime.

“Optimus!” Sentinel tries once again, “I know being a good leader must be hard for someone like you, but you could at least try-AH!”

You swiftly take one of his pedes in your jaw and start swinging him around, slamming him down to the ground breaking the crust below with violently thrashing. With Bee and Sari’s laughter accompanying Sentinel's shrill screams as he’s whipped around.

Optimus stifles his own laughter until he sees Ultra Magnus look at him with an expecting gaze, sighing, he rushes over to your imposing form.

“Hey now, calm down there, spitfire!” The nickname was spoken with the affection you adored from your leader.

Optimus pats one of your large claws, getting your attention. You stop swinging your helm around, but you refuse to open your intake, keeping your denta clamped firmly on Sentinel's pede. Optimus chuckles at the sight of your draconic form holding the other Prime like a chew toy, even with said Prime looking dizzy, dazed, and dented from your thrashing.

“I know how you feel, but I need you to put him down, okay?” He smiles even though you narrow your optics at him, letting him know good and well he is going to be hearing about this when Sentinel and Ultra Magnus leave.

His spark, however, sinks when he sees a look of realization flash in your gleaming optics, with a deep huffed chuckle rumbling in your chassis.

“Oh no.”

Is all he could manage to get out, watching you whip your helm around for good measure before opening your intake, letting Sentinel go just as your leader had asked of you, and sending the other Prime flying in the opposite direction right into the sea.

You purr, looking very pleased with yourself, so pleased you transform into your robot mode to sure that pleased grin. Looking down at your Prime, your purr grows louder as he crosses his arms and gives you a disapproving look.

“I let go of him as requested, my Prime.”

“Yes, you did, but you know good and well that’s not what I meant.”

You tilt your helm, feigning innocence.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

Optimus huffs, only to yell out in surprise once your arms wrap around his waist and lift him up, holding him to your chassis and nuzzling your helm against his like an oversized cat offering affection.

“My apologies, Ultra Magnus, but I’m sure Sentinel is fine! He wasn’t too injured.” How embarrassing, he’s being snuggled in front of his boss who does not look that impressed with him right now.

“Sentinel should be fine, if he’s not back within the hour I’ll send Jetfire and Jetstorm to search for him, since your beast seems not too fond of him to aid in such a search.”

The older mech takes his leave, allowing Optimus a moment to ex-vent with relief.

“I know you don’t like him but did you have to do that?” He leans his helm against yours, trying to sound stern in his questioning, but it’s hard when it was kinda funny.

“Maybe he shouldn’t speak to you like that, he’s lucky I allowed him to keep his pedes.” 

“Yeah, chill out boss bot, they were just doing what everyone’s been thinking.” Bee chimes into your defense, not that it was needed with how the majority aren't fond of Sentinel either.

Optimus tilts his helm back with a groan, he knows Bee is right but in front of Ultra Magnus, really? Not that he can blame you, not when your first instinct is to defend him, he’s an easy mech. What can he say?

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..."Together in another universe"..

Megatron!Variants x Femme/Mech!Reader

Summary: Asking your beloved sparkmate a question..

Includes.. TFA, TFP, TFES

TFA!Megatron

Sounds of the keyboards clicking echo the base with Megatron's fingers pressing each key precisely at a fast pace. The others have gone to complete the task that Megatron has given to them, leaving you both alone in the Decepticon's base. Maybe he wanted some time alone with you because he didn't task you with anything. How sweet of him. It's too bad that he also has some work to do. Out of boredom, you hugged his sides while he was typing, making him flinch at the sudden touch, but he quickly relaxed his body. You snuggled his body after a few minutes before you asked a question that had been in your mind for a while. "Megs..?" "Yes, my dear?" he answered, his eyes still focused on the screen. "Do you think we're together in every universe..?" Then, he stopped typing and looked at you with concerned eyes. "Is there something wrong?" His voice is filled with concern, and yet his face stays calm. "N-No, no, Nothing's wrong, it's just.. been stuck in my head for a while.." He just stood there, looking at the screen, thinking about the question. After a while, he finally answered. "Well, I can't think of another universe where I'm not with my beloved [Y/N]. So, I believe we are together in every universe." And with that, he leaned in and gave you a light kiss.

TFP!Megatron

It was late at night at the Autobots' base. The children were away at home, and the bots were in their own hab suite, recharging. You are the only one who is still awake, trying to sneak out of the base. Ratchet was still up doing his work; he was so focused that he didn't even realize you were there, too sleepy to notice. Then you try to quietly open the door and drive away from the base. You drove to the location that you had asked him to meet, it was quite far, but far enough from the base and the ship. After you arrive at the location, you see the warlord himself sitting on the sandy hills, waiting for you. You waved and sat beside him, smiling at each other. You guys talk for a few minutes before you ask him a question. "Hey! Do you think we're together in every universe?" Megatron looked at you with a confused look, seeing this, you quickly reassure him. "I-I'm just curious! Plus, it's been in my mind for a while." He chuckled and thought for a minute, staring at the night sky. You just sit there awkwardly as he answers your question. "I believe that we are bound to be together, that primus has sealed our fate. So, my dear sparkmate.. we are, and it pains me to see a universe without you." You held your face, which was heating up. It was sweet, indeed. But you both couldn't see what's coming in the future...

TFES!Megatron

In the forest, there was a particular mech who was sitting at the edge of a cliff with a blue flower in his hand as he watched Witwicky under the moonlight. You came and sat beside him, smiling dearly. He looked at you with a smile that quickly turned into a frown as he stared at the flower. Your see-through body reflected the light of the moon, looking up at the moon, as you admire its beauty. Then you ask him a question you've been trying to ask: "Do you think we're together in every universe?" You asked with a soft smile while your transparent hand held his. He looked at you for a while and then back at the scenery and the flower in his hand. After a minute, he finally answered. "..I sure hope not...If I can't keep you safe from myself, then how am I supposed to believe my alternate self would do better..?" He stared at the flower longingly in his hand, and the flower emitted a soft light on its petals. You looked at him with a sad expression, and hugged him from his sides. Your transparent body feels odd against his; your body is cold, but somehow he could feel the warmth from you hugging him. A tear was shed, as he remembered the times when you both were together and happy... Before.. before the incident.. As you were consoling him, you spoke softly. "It wasn't your fault.." And the night lasted until the sun rose.

A/N: Sorry for the mediocre writing. I'm still learning :(

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PLEASE can we get RB Heatwave absolutely DESTROYING fem readers pussy please 🙏

RB Heatwave x fem!human Reader

Yo whaaaaat? A fic from me? It can't be... Slowly getting out of the dreaded writing rut. Anyways, here you go anon, hope you like it!

Warnings: Afab reader, Dirty Talk, Light Dom/Sub, Breath Play

Word Count: 1,841

"Finally." Heatwave grumbles and, in a flurry of desperation and thinly veiled desire, slams the firehouse garage door down with one hand, too impatient for it to finish rolling down. It had been a long day, but with the incentive of the Burn's and his three other bots leaving for a camping trip at the end of the day, it felt like it dragged on for far too long.

Him, you. Alone for three Earth days. He'd still have to answer emergency calls, but Heatwave could not give two frags right now.

He scours the dark room, twitching digits aching to find you. All the lights seemed to be switched off, which was bizarre, but Heatwave was benumbed. His spike is aching just thinking about roughhousing you around a bit because Primus damned if it isn't hard to get some privacy around the others. As much as he appreciates his team, he wants to be with you during the little downtime he gets. He searches some more, and his optics soften as they finally land on you.

There you were, half-asleep on the human couch, a blanket wrapped loosely around you. You must've gotten tired of waiting for him to show up. He's surprised he didn't wake you from slamming the door. Slowly and shaking with desire, he approaches you. He crouches down, folding back the blanket to reveal utterly bare skin, and Heatwave nearly short circuits on the spot.

"Hey," The cherry-red mech brushes a palm across your thigh, caressing it gently. He almost moans at the warmth of your skin, "Look at you, got too impatient, huh?" He mumbles to himself, rubbing his thumb against you.

At the cold chill of the air, you slowly stir awake, eyes fluttering open. Looking around, you realised you forgot to leave the lights on for him; the firehouse was almost pitch black. You give him a lopsided smile, one he finds absolutely grin worthy, "Hi, babe," you stretch out, "Took you long enough."

"Yeah, well, had some messes to clean up. You know how it is." Heatwaves' digits meander to behind your thighs, giving them a squeeze before lightly tracing the lips of your pussy, "Though, I can think of one mess I intend not to miss. You're soaked."

"I know, tell me about it," Throwing the blankets off the rest of the way, you roll onto your back, expectantly splaying your thighs for him. And in the glow of his optics in the dark, your flesh glistens with slick, "Want a closer look?"

Heatwave immediately takes to your openness, moving a shaky digit to your folds and softly rubbing it through them. He tuts softly as he spreads and surveys them, and his engine purrs at the heat from you, "Such a pretty valve, huh? All for me."

You keenly watch him play with your pussy, and you let out a couple soft moans as he thumbs at your clit. If you weren't awake before, you certainly are now, jolts of pleasure shooting through you. But before Heatwave can have all the fun, you push his servo away, much to his dismay.

"As much as I'd love being played with to your heart's content," You sit up and throw the blanket on the ground next to the couch, along with a pillow you snatched earlier. Human beds aren't necessarily made for getting fucked on by a Cybertronian; you learned that one the hard way, "I'd much prefer it if you'd fuck me already."

Heatwave gives you a knowing smile and shifts onto his knees to hoist you off the couch, holding you close to his chassis, "I was waiting for you to admit it."

"Because you won't admit it first?" You cling to him as he lowers you onto the plush blanket.

"Only if you get loud this time," Heatwave grins again and pins your arms above your head with one servo, and you just about whimper, "No one else is here; we don't have to worry," He reaches between to fiddle with his array, letting his aching spike spring free, "You can do that, right, sweetspark?"

You shakily breathe out as he rubs his spike against your slick, and you get the itch to look down as he does so, "Yeah..." It's girthed and lusty and positively throbbing against you. If he wants you to be loud instead of your usual shushed whimpers, lest a servo is covering your mouth, it's loud he's gonna get.

"Thought so." His tip finds your slit, and he pushes past the threshold, a low groan coming from above. He nestles his pelvis further against you to keep your thighs spread and persists in tenderly splitting you open.

With a soft whine and clenched eyes, it's sweet relief as he bottoms out. You feel his spike pulsing and pressing against your walls, and god, if he doesn't start ramming you into the floor-

Heatwave notices your tenseness and soothingly chuckles. He cups your chin with a pistol grip and tilts it up, "Hey, look at me." He coaxes you to open your eyes, and you find his peach-coloured optics beaming down, "Let me feel you."

While fully seated inside you, he takes a moment to appreciate your beauty. He doesn't move, not an inch. While you're sure he was teasing you, the soft grunts he makes and the way his hips twitch against you tell you he was more or less teasing himself. Usually, Heatwave wouldn't hesitate to start pounding you. With the knowledge of having all the time in the world for once, you suppose he's being deliberate in feeling everything your soft body has to offer.

"Heatwaveeee," You whine and tremble, to his amusement. All he does is chuckle and press an unchaste kiss to your lips. He readjusts himself, one servo clutching your hip, the other against the floor next to your head.

"Relax, sweetspark," Heatwave brushes his dermas against your neck. He slowly draws out of your tight pussy with a sneer, "Heatwave's gonna give it to you."

Before you can draw a breath, Heatwave slams himself back in, setting a rough pace that jolts through your body like a zap of electricity. There's no mercy with each thrust he gives you, pressing his spike deep within you that hits the sweet spot and makes your toes curl. A silent cry tries to leave your throat, but you're left with nothing but your own tongue to choke on.

Heatwave growls, his grip on your hip growing tighter to pull you into him in sync. The servo claws at the ground next to you, and you swore you could hear the blanket fibres splitting underneath. With his face still against your neck, he takes the opportunity to nip softly at it, a stark contrast to the brutelike treatment of your pussy.

"Frag it, Y/n-" He pants into you, travelling down to your collarbone to attack the skin there, "Love the way you take all of me, just like that."

You stutter and whine, arching your back as he sucks at your skin. Heatwave was always the one for dirty talk; he knows it gets you clenching around him, but you never get to really hear him, always hushed and soft. You've never been so grateful for an empty firehouse.

"Fuck me, Heatwave," You decide you'd join in on getting vocal, moaning louder than he's ever heard you. You're pleasantly rewarded by a few sharp thrusts that make you sputter.

"Ohh, do my audial receptors deceive me? Hm?" Heatwave peels himself from your neck and sits on his knees, both servos immediately gripping the thick of your hips, "You sound so pretty when you beg like that. I told you you could get loud, didn't I? Bet it feels good, doesn't it."

You don't have the mental capacity to respond to him, only giving him some drawn-out wanton moans. The wet, raw slapping of metal on skin becomes louder before thrusting into you at an almost neck-breaking speed. His optics stare down at you, half-lidded and entirely focused on your face.

You cry out, reaching to clutch on the blanket below you. The knot forms in your stomach as you feel yourself reaching the upper limits. Sweat beads across your body as Heatwave drags you within inches of the finish line. In an act of desperation, you reach out to a servo and tug on it. You need one final something to help you out, and you're positive Heatwave would enjoy it.

"Whatcha doin', gorgeous?" He groans out, letting you lead his servo to the base of your neck. A soft gasp leaves his vocaliser as he recognises that you want it wrapped around your neck, and he almost chokes himself.

You gaze up at him in the filthiest look you can muster, and you almost cry in delight as he curls his digits around your neck. He gives only the softest squeezes, enough to make your head spin and drag you further to the edge. With your aching pussy clamping down on him, he pounds into you, not unlike an animal, and you shove it to the back of your pounding head to remember this for next time.

"You're a dirty thing, you are." Heatwave moans wantonly, fucking into you roughly a few more times before pressing a thumb to your clit, rubbing aggressive circles as he gets caught in this newly discovered fantasy, "You gonna overload on my spike? Yeah, you are. Just look at yourself. C'mon, sweetspark."

Not once did he break eye contact, even through your weeping eyes, as the coil deep in your belly rips and tears you apart. Your walls clamp down on him, and you let out a half-strangled scream. With your orgasm making you tremble, Heatwave strives, grunting as he sends one last thrust deep inside. Gushes of hot transfluid fill you to the brim, leaking out onto the blanket below. He pulls out soon after, milking the rest onto your stomach.

"Whoa," Heatwave flops onto the empty space beside you, breathlessly chuckling, "Been a while since we had that much fun, huh?"

You're speechless at this point, still crashing down from heaven. And without another word, Heatwave reaches and slides you closer, and you immediately snuggle in. Sticky and wet, though both of you don't seem bothered by it.

"Wasn't too rough on you, was I?" Heatwave brushes a hair from your face, staring down at you adoringly.

You shake your head, face flushing at the sweet gesture. He's always been attentive with you, but thinking about how those digits were just wrapped around your neck, now feathery soft against your face, sends a jolt straight to your core, "No, not at all. It was... really hot."

Satisfied with your answer, he leans down and kisses your temple warmly, "Good," He lightly touches your chin again, tilting it up with a digit, "'Cause we've got all weekend, sweetspark; I wanna see what other filthy fantasies you've got in that pretty head of yours."

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hand holding with tfa optimus...because i just feel like he would LOVE TO HOLD HANDSSS

Tfa optimus would be the type to hold your hand so sweetly in his larger servos. so innocently. of course he's shy and doesn't know if he's doing it the right way. (a little advice from bumblebee helps him gain confidence) his voice becomes more static and his face plates turn a bright blue when you interlock your fingers with his larger digits. tracing the lines of his plating and squeezing his servo affectionately.

he loves how warm it makes his spark feel. turning to mush when you grab his servo lovingly when he's spiralling down in his worrisome thoughts. give his servo a little kissy and boss bot will melt right there and then in your embrace.

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can I ask for sweet aftercare from Megatron to his femme conjux? Maybe like cuddles and praises from him plsss

Message - This is adorable! Of course you can ask for such a beautiful thing!

Megatron x Conjunx Reader NSFW

Summary - Cybertronian Reader comes back from a mission and Megatron takes care of you after everything you went through~

Warning - NSFW

Everything was so, hot. Your servos clenching the birth. You couldn't see anymore, as you were blinded by pleasure. Everything around you was nothing, do you even remember where you were? The feeling of being slammed inside your valve, over and over again, has to be the best thing you have felt in a long time. The friction of the spike going in and out of you was making your frame weaker by the minute, the rough servos grabbing at your hips pull you closure to your conjunx.

This all started from Megatron feeling nothing but rage. Desks were being throne, soldiers were running like cowards, Starscream betraying the crew and leaving the ship before he gets beaten again. The only person that could really save the Decepticon ship, was you. His conjunx has been gone for three days. You had a really hard yet important mission and it could save everyone from energon losses, but Megatron gets in mood swings when you leave. He has nobody to talk to on an equal level and doesn't trust anyone else with his emotions except for you, so when you leave, he goes in crying fits of anger when something small happens. Everything was over in his mind, the last energon mine was finally harvested down to the last food sources. Starscream was trying to calm him down by stating that they could go the next mine like they planned, but Megatron knew it was a smaller mine and it could decrease their soldier counts by the week.

Throwing everything around him, Megatron could sense someone behind him and he points his canon at the person. Seeing your face the second he aimed the weapon, his eyes grew in shock from seeing you here and lowered his arm down. "Y/n…" He sees the soft smile growing on you as your servos gently slide up on his chassis, feeling all his dents and cuts that Knockout hasn't got to yet. "I'm back, you alright dear?" The feeling of your gentle love was all he wanted, his own servo grabbing yours and pressing his other servo behind your back. Everything stopped for him; Time, blood, and atoms at that moment froze. You were here earlier than he anticipated and it gave him nothing but pure joy that no one else could give. "…Yes of course, now that your here." You giggle from his romantic tone, leaning your helm on him.

Soldiers slowly came in to see you too leaning on each other, so they get back to work. Cleaning out the ship, they were able to finally get back to their screens to do their duties and not have to fear about their liege killing them for no reason. Megatron hates that his affection is being seen, so he takes you over to one of the ships balconies. He doesn't want to show how much of a romantic nerd he is, but what he will never tell you was the balcony was specifically positioned on this side of the ship to always be pointing to where Cybertron lies. It was one of the most geeky things he could ever do and if anyone found this out, he would murder them on the spot. "Y'know, it was pretty rough out there. It can be a thrill to go back in action, but…sometimes I miss being held by you when I go back to stasis." Megatron looks back at you with his colorful optics, loading in the information he just heard from you. No one has ever really "missed" him. After the relationship was created, Megs has had to learn a lot from you and Soundwave. It has been millions of years since he ever got into a relationship with someone and has forgotten about the good things that can come with it. He leans against the railing and lets his servo being supported up onto your hip. "Well, you can come back early no matter if you get something or not. You always can see me no matter where I am. No one usually gets the privilege to even be in my quarters." You knew he was always a cocky one, his ego was massive; Becoming his conjunx made you be able to share some of that ego with him. "Awe, you are too sweet." Staying still with him in the peace and quiet, you try to let go of the stress that has been leaning on your soldiers from the mission you went on. You don't want to tell him how the Autobots found you.

It was a horrible mission. You did find a massive energon mine, but the Autobots got to you a few minutes later after you reported it to Soundwave. Optimus and Ratchet was a scary duo to mess with, and fighting even one was hard enough. They only thought of you as an elite soldier, never even thinking you were Megatron's Conjunx. If they knew, they probably would've tried to capture you. Being able to fend off for a while, they retreated to go get more of their allies later. You don't know when they would attack again, but you had to go back in two days to defend the mine once more. You didn't want to fight them again alone, the stress has been building the closure you got to the Decepticon ship. You didn't want to stress your Conjunx out more than he already was, so you didn't tell him. Speaking of which, as you were looking at the stars, you feel his hand sliding down to your aft and staying there. Blush started to grow onto your face plate and looked over at him. He had the most…evil smirk you had ever seen.

Aaaaaaand that it how you got to this point, in Megatron's room, being rammed like no one could hear you. It was like you were dreaming, but this was real. You were chosen by the lord himself, and you must respect his wishes for him to treat you like a queen. You never had an argument before and it should stay that way in your mind. His servo grabs one of your servos, motioning to you that he was ready to release. Closing your eyes, you lean into his spike and let his full shaft inside you. Feeling him fill you was something no one else in the universe could feel. You were his, and no one else's. After laying there limp for a few minutes to catch your breath, you feel yourself being carried off somewhere. You were still blinded by pleasure and couldn't see that well. All you could feel was your body being picked up bridal style and the lighting changing to a dim light, showing that you were being put in a different room. Megatron gently put your body down on some nice towels on the floor, and turning on the hot water in the bath. The water noises were nice to hear, as your body is picked up again and slowly put inside the tub. This was when Megatron could see your battle marks clearly. He knew something was wrong ever since he saw you come back…but he knew you weren't wanting to make him even more mad at the time. He isn't an idiot, something happened to you on that mission and he wanted you to understand that you are now home. Megs wanted you to stop worrying about everything, washing your body off from not only his juices, but the dirt wedged in your plating you couldn't get.

After he massaged your body with a towel, he takes your clean frame back in the birth and laid you down on the bed. You whine from not feeling his presence and tried to see with your hands where he was. A few seconds went by and you feel his weight being pressed against the bed as his body lays behind yours, spooning your frame and putting his arms around you. "I ordered Soundwave to replace you for the mines. You are stuck with me for two weeks." Your eyes widened, did Soundwave tell him? Of course he did, everything he knows that should not be a secret he tells his liege. If it had to do with you in great risk of being beaten, no shit was he going to go to Megatron to see if they could do something about it. The feeling of the work being lifted from you was amazing, peaceful, and even scary. Tears formed from your optics as you clench on his arms a bit. "…I'm sorry. I wish I was stronger."

You hear nothing for a while until his servos slid to your face, wiping your tears the best he could from behind you. "You are able to do things 95% of my Soldiers can't do. You are one of the only soldiers that seemed to give me bad news without cowering in the shadows or on the intercoms. You fought off a Leader and his little pet Medic by yourself. Being damaged is part of the job, nothing you could have done to look perfect and clean afterwards." He massages your stomach plating and puts a bit of pressure on it. You feel him smiling a bit behind you as he leans into your helm. "I am very proud of you~" You didn't know what to say, such lovely things being told to you by the Leader of the Decepticons, no, lovely things being told to you by your own conjunx. It was something that really wasn't uttered to you before, but you will never forget this night if it was going to be the last. You smile with nothing but love, closing your optics and slowly you were going into stasis mode. "…I love you, Megs."

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I cant anymore

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Quickie for the doc ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) teehee

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ここ数年本格的なMTMTEアニメはやっていない。:p

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Based on actual screenshots from the show, I finally made a rough height chart for Megatron and Optimus in The Consequences of Accidentally Creating Life with Your Arch-Enemy. Mostly for my own sake but also works wonders as a visual aid.

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me grimlock professional artist

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that's not what stylin means, pharma

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Hi hi! I loved reading through your Dreadwing content. Do you have anything else you could do for him?

Message - I am so happy more people like Dreadwing. I don't see a lot of him so I like to give him some shine around here.

Dreadwing x Shy Reader Headcanons SFW/NSFW

Summary - Dreadwing and how he treats his timid human lover.

Warning - NSFW under the "Continue Reading"

SFW

~ Knowing how quiet you are, Dreadwing keeps you close at all times. He wants to make sure he can hear you whenever you need anything.

~ Dreadwing tries very hard to keep you safe. Knowing you are human, it doesn't take much for a Decepticon to just step on you.

~ You are a secretive little critter, hiding around corners so soldiers won't see you. It wasn't hard at all, unless Dreadwing wants to look for you.

~ Dreadwing has sensitive hearing, taking his time to hear your silent footsteps whenever he needs to talk to you. Sometimes it is a little game for you; Trying to get to Dreadwing without him hearing you.

~ He loves the kisses you give him on the cheeks. It gives him enough motivation to try harder on every mission to come back to his little girlfriend.

~ His birth is normally clean, but sometimes when he needs to quickly leave, you help make his birth for him and organize the stuff on his bookshelf.

~ Dreadwing comes back and treats you with snuggles and letting you lay on his shoulder while he works on reports.

~ If someone ever tried to hurt you, this bird would go nuts. Knowing how gentle and nice you are with everything you touch, he would beat anyone who tries to treat you wrong.

~ Sometimes you want to tell someone something, and if the room is too noisy, Dreadwing will clear his throat for everyone to quiet down and pay attention to you.

~ You love to let him choose what to where that day. Dreadwing may not know human fashion, but for some reason he likes choosing all the pretty clothes you wear for him.

~ The fear you feel when you hear Megatron screaming at someone, it makes you go into flight mode. Dreadwing finding you curled up on his bed made him just want to give his liege a piece of his mind. Fortunately, he is able to comfort you by having you close to his neck and rubbing your back with his digit.

~ He waits patiently for you to finish your sentences, no matter how much you stutter with your words.

~ Going on dates on earth is one of his favorite moments of life. Watching you dancing with the flowers makes him feel whole again.

~ He understands that you may not be able to live on his planet, so he tries to figure out a way for Shockwave to make something. Knowing there could be a possibility they can fix Cybertron and make it human friendly could mean the whole Allspark to Dreadwing.

~ The sweet little soul he has met on his journey, it makes him want to be human so he could have his final moments with you old, not wanting you to wait millions of years for him in the Allspark.

NSFW

~ He could never be rough with you unless you asked him. Watching you undress already makes him flustered.

~ When you try to hide your chest and private areas, Dreadwing would coo at you, coaxing you to show your beautiful self.

~ He sweet talks at you all the time, get ready for praising.

~ "Dear look at me, show me the pride inside of you."

~ Dreadwing loves hearing your moans when he does anything, though lets be clear, he is sensitive himself.

~ Kiss him on the lips and shower him with love, and this man would be on his knees for you.

~ Big boy loves your juices, pressing his mouth in between your legs to eat you out is one of his favorite hobbies.

~ Yes, he doesn't really have sex often. When he does though, Dreadwing would go for hours. He would go for as long you can take it.

~ Never will he do it in public…but going outside in a flower meadow, gently putting you on his spike is an exception.

~ He has a staring problem, looking at every inch of your body to take you all in. Watching you try to suck him off is something he will never forget.

~ His aftercare is one of the best. Dreadwing would bathe you and wrap you up in your favorite blankets. Putting nice lotion on your back to massage your body and snuggling you until your consciousness leaves you.