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I really really wish to give you a hundred kudos on AO3 for writing one of the most beautiful Megop fan fictions I have ever read; but I can’t give you all the kudos you deserve so I guess I will dedicate my first transformers fan art for your wonderful  Shockwave, making waves !

Stunned, I am absolutely stunned after reading this wonderfully composed story that is as bleak as it is beautiful. I can see there are references from TFP, TFA and IDW continuities, and they integrate into each other without flaw (and gives me quite some freedoms to draw the characters). Anyway, you have my eternal gratitude for writing it :)

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*heelys in late with starbucks*

for those sinners in the megarod discord. you know who you are

It wasn’t until the third time that it clicked. A hazy oh that hovered in the back of his mind, noted briefly, before getting swept away with all other coherent thought in lieu of watching Rodimus arch, servos pinned together under one of his, optics off-lining as charge tore through him.

Megatron didn’t last long after, Rodimus’ calipers coaxing him into overload, as if watching him come undone wasn’t enough already. Charge crackled and spat between them and Rodimus trembled as Megatron bent to swallow his whimpers and wordless pleas. “Beautiful,” Megatron whispered against his mouth, smiling slyly when Rodimus’ hips bucked involuntarily, arousal spiking weakly in his field, optics brightening to give him withering look.

Rodimus grumbled something under his still heaving engine and roaring fans, tugging one of his servos free to shove at Megatron’s face, but he was smiling. Megatron couldn’t help but grin in response, catching the brightly colored servo in his own to press his smile into Rodimus’ palm. He lingered there for a moment, lips brushing against the warm metal as the thought returned and Megatron considered Rodimus’ servo.

“What are you thinking?”

Megatron looked down at Rodimus, down at where he still had one of his servos pinned, and lifted his own slightly to let Rodimus slither free. Rodimus instantly reached for his face, fingers smoothing the crease between his eyes. “You do that when you’re thinking.”

Megatron lowered the servo he still had captured, lacing their fingers together, and pressed into the touch. “Thinking about you.”

“Yeah?” Rodimus smirked and rolled his hips, valve squeezing the spike still seated inside him. His servo slid down Megatron’s face to brush his thumb over his lower lip. “‘Round two’ thinking about you or…?”

“About how every time I pin your hands to the berth, or behind your back, you almost always overload instantly.”

Megatron held back a huff of laughter as Rodimus paused mid rock, optics shuttering in surprise, heat flaring across his field. He didn’t bother suppressing a soft groan when Rodimus’ calipers fluttered eagerly around his spike, heat stirring in his lines, fans clicking back on.

Rodimus caught that sound and purposely snapped his hips forward again. “That’s definitely asking for a round two.” He wriggled his hips teasingly, spoiler shifting against the berth, and grinned. Denta scraped over Rodimus’ thumb before Megatron recaptured both of his servos, pressing them to the brightly colored chassis below, and pulled out.

“Hey -” The rest of his complaint was cut off by a startled gasp as Rodimus was suddenly flipped onto his front, cheek smashing into the berth, back arched, aft up and knees splayed wide. Megatron admired his gorgeous thighs, already shaking with anticipation, and as he locked Rodimus’ arms behind his back with one black servo a delicious charge sparked over his plating.

Heat was pouring off of Rodimus in waves, armor plates shifting to expel much of it as his fans clicked into a higher setting. His aft wiggled tantalizingly, valve wet and drooling lubricant as Megatron curled a servo over his thigh to yank them wider apart where he wanted them. Rodimus shot him a blinding smile from over his shoulder.

Megatron’s engine revved and he used his grip to yank Rodimus back, his thighs knocking against Rodimus’ brightly colored aft with a sharp clang, spike slicking over the hot and messy mesh of his valve. “Primus,” Rodimus whimpered as Megatron slid his free servo over his plating, his thumb slipping easily into his quivering valve to circle teasingly against the nodes just inside and to feel the transfluid already leaking down his thighs.

A shiver racked Rodimus’ frame and he rocked back against Megatron, seeking more with a needy whine. He tugged against his restraint, wanting to get his arms under him to slam back against the spike teasing his valve and get it in him, but Megatron’s grip tightened hard enough to dent the armor of his wrists and he shoved Rodimus down, holding him in place.

Rodimus’ fans screeched and Megatron could tell he was already close to begging, but before Rodimus could form the words, he lined up his spike and pounded inside his little hot and eager valve. The berth muffled Rodimus’ shriek, spoiler hitching up with every thrust.

Megatron slid his servo around Rodimus’ trembling thigh to rub firm circles over his anterior nod and Rodimus bucked against him with a yelp. He leaned over to press opened mouth kisses along Rodimus’ quivering spoiler and nip at his neck, drinking in Rodimus’ sobs and smothered curses as he railed into him again and again.

Whispered praises pressed into his plating were felt more by Rodimus’ than heard and he cried, already so close and drawing nearer with each kiss.

Gorgeous. Beautiful. Perfect.

Coupled with the rough pace and the crushing grip pinning his arms against his lower back had him teetering on the edge faster than he dared to admit.

I love you.

Rodimus keened as overload ripped through him, hips snapping back as he shuddered with the intensity of it, optics flaring. Megatron slammed into him one more time before going still, only trembling slightly as Rodimus greedily drank down his charge. He released Rodimus’ servos to wind his arms around his waist instead, pressing him tightly to his chassis and just holding him near, revelling in the intimacy and closeness as their charge faded and their fans slowed to a quiet hum.

When Rodimus began squirming, Megatron loosened the circle of his arms and allowed Rodimus to turn them both so they were laying on their sides, facing each other. Rodimus’ smile was relaxed and soft, but still blinding nonetheless.

Megatron gently took one of his servos again and brought it up to his lips, pressing apologetic kisses to the scuffed plating, but Rodimus just rolled his optics, amusement warming his field, and kept smiling. Soft kisses and gentle praise trailed up Rodimus’ servo to his palm and then to his fingertips, barely rising above the sound of their fans.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

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Megarod（RodimusXMegatron）

実は大好きなんだけど予想以上にメガトロン様が難しい。

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look at all those chickens~~~~~

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ADDING TO THIS CUS DISCORD IS A DEN OF SIN THANKS

> speedsters with a kink for the care/control aspect of a full workup in altmode >having a partner literally service them whilst they are helpless in their alt, eg cranking them up on a car lift, removing and changing their wheels, doing some bodywork, getting under their hood to clean everything, replacing wiper fluid and an oil change >a good buff and some excrutiatingly intricate detailing >it’s the mech version of a BDSM situation where one member is passive and limp whilst they are taken care of and pampered in every way but also somewhat objectified

like I mean i’m p sure sexy carwashes are a canon...thing anyhow:

Hear me out but: speedsters with racing kinks. Like they get their rocks off at high speeds with their engines pushed to their limits.

In a kind of BDSM setting, a partner hooks the speedster up to a dyno and either teases them with lower speeds or pushes them past their limits until they’re just a mess.

A different sensation but in the same vein (only applicable if both boys have wheels) is to spin them together which simulates the feel of the track and the speed. It’s less dangerous because it doesn’t risk overheating the engine and they can do one or two tires (or as many as is physically possible—orgies involve lots of tire play). This is more often used as foreplay.

Another kink that is usually a prerequisite but not required is the alt mode kink. The speedsters often modify their alt modes so they can be fragged in them, and it’s doubly kinky if it happens while the speedster’s on the dyno.

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Holy crap look what old doodle I found while organizing my folders o__o

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More kinky Sheith

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a doodle

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Rodimus getting fucked in the ass after someone's already made a mess of his pussy?

I’m not sure if you meant this to be three characters, but it ended up just being Megatron and Roddy. Also this is like, super late, I know. Sorry u//u 

4500 words of gratuitous MegaRod smut below the cut. Light D/s, dirty talk, rimming, anal, praise kink. Also snark, and a bit of fluff ;)

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I wrote this on my phone so sorry for typos and lack of formatting I will try to edit later.

DriftCeptor but Perceptor is a minicon and is Drift’s tiny and adorable boyfriend. Alt mode fondling, short Drabble.

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The first time it happened had been in the Wreckers and pure accident, but that time has long since passed. Now it was entirely on purpose, but they both pretended like it wasn’t.

“I can’t quite focus,” Drift whispered, tracing his fingers along the edge of the slide that Perceptor had prepared. He slid his hand up, stroking along the angles and surfaces of the unusual alt mode and to a knob. He turned it slowly, chuckling as Perceptor’s vents hiccuped a blast of hot air. “Closer.”

“Yes,” Perceptor said, knowing full well that Drift’s statement had been a question. Indeed - he could scarcely focus when it came to Drift’s hands on him. “Drift.”

Drift kissed the eyepiece, moved down to the body tube, his fingers moving the adjustment knob again. “Well, maybe you can show me whatever it was later,” he said, and leaned back as Perceptor finally transformed.

It was almost nothing to lean back and let his panels slip away, to left Droft lean in and lap at his valve. Perceptor shut off his optics and focused on the blooming, overwhelming pleasure.

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would just like to say this prompt came across my mind because the person i love once said this to me—“let’s spend the rest of our years together”—and i think it fits edwin so well, but i also wanted to take a cute stab at their first time together. i couldn’t resist writing a little something for it.

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“I want you.”

His fingers skim over the warm, flushed skin of her shoulders, moving up to cup her neck where the heat radiates the most. She feels soft. Tender. Her eyes (and her lips) are shut, but her relaxed shoulders and slowed breathing speak enough for him.

Winry has waited a very long time for this—and it’s not that this suddenly dawns on him—but it was and is a slow, creeping realization. She’s patient and still and Edward is suddenly lost. He’d expected her to be cheeks-flushed and loud-mouthed when he’d gone to ask for this, stumped by his question, but to his surprise (everything she does is always to his surprise whenever he thinks he knows her a little too well) she’d swiftly swiped her gloves and bandana off, crossed the room, and then she was near him, burying her face in his chest. It was a simple three word sentence and yet he knows now it communicated something she’d wanted to hear. After a few moments her eyes fluttered shut and she stood back an inch from his chest, hands resting there, waiting for him to say something. Do something.

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Good, Captain

Megatron/Rodimus Petplay, among other things Also on AO3

“We’re burning through our energon supply more quickly than expected, so I think it would be prudent to make a stop to refuel here.”  Using the laser pointed, Megatron circled a small planet just off their expected course.  "We’ll pick up extra, if we can, so we can avoid this in the future.“  He turned back to the conference table, honing in on Rodimus.  In his other hand, unseen by the rest of them, was another remote.  He pressed the button on it, his face unchanging as he asked, “Are you listening, Rodimus?”

Rodimus rubbed his thighs together and bit his lip.  He had to sit on his hands to keep himself from breaking the rules.  He nodded, but Megatron only quirked up an optic ridge. “Yes, sir.”  His words wobbled, and all the sarcasm he had intended was lost.

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Say My Name

Pairings: Unrequited Thunderclash/Rodimus, Megatron/Rodimus Summary:  Rodimus finds out through the grapevine that Thunderclash has feelings for him, so he prepares him a little surprise to let him know exactly how he feels. Poor Thunderclash walks in on him fragging Megatron. Also on AO3

Rodimus wanted to meet him.

Privately.

Not only did Rodimus want to meet with him at all, but privately.  That could only mean one of two things: either their feelings were about to become mutual, or he wanted to yell at him the things Ultra Magnus wouldn’t let him yell in public.  The sad thing?  Thunderclash would be happy either way.  Because he was going to have some alone time with Rodimus.

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Crackship, MegaRod but also Megatron Rodimus Perceptor and Whirl STAY WITH ME HERE. Wreckers doing PnP to unwind when sticky interfacing wasn’t an option, and it just kinda carried over to the Lost Light. So Rodi taking care of Perceptor and Whirl, idk, MEgatonr joins in, just read it.

Walking in on Rodimus with someone was expected. Megatron did not expect nor demand all of Rodimus’ sexual attention. Rodimus wanted too much, desired too much, and Megatron’s sexual apetite did not match. So, the agreement was made. Rodimus would let Megatron know when he was entertaining someone else in his quarters, and when he was finished, he would inform him again. Sometimes Rodimus regaled Megatron with the tales of what he’d done, with such lavish detail that often Megatron would roll over on Rodimus and take him again while he was still warm.

Walking in on Rodimus with Whirl and Perceptor of all mechs was, however, unexpected.

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I’m a good boy, I’m a good boy, I’m a good boy!

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Let’s freak