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birthdaycakeplate · 2 years

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Truce era. Exploring the galaxy together (because Megatron was assigned this little AutoBrat, and he’s stuck with him now...).

It’s tolerable for the few minutes out of the cycle they deign to talk to one another like civilized mechs.

Other times, it’s Optimus fussing disproportionately over Megatron getting a slice in his chassis -if only because it was his fault Megatron got it in the first place by rushing in to protect him against some alien threat they’d gotten themselves mixed up in.

And in lieu of a thank you -which would mean admitting the whole ‘protecting thing’ just happened- Optimus yells at him ✨

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“Let Ratchet fix that, before it leaves a mark!” Both attempts at inspecting the incision are thwarted by Megatron simply standing at his full height and out of Optimus’ reach.

“You think me so weak-“

“Don’t give me that speech again!” Optimus threw up his hands, waving them as close to Megatron’s face to cause a stir as he could- only managing about chest height.

The ‘Con sneered past them at the little blue face below, only wishing he was more upset by Optimus’ infamously blasé treatment of him than he was.

Something positively thrilling coiled in his tanks when the firetruck talked to him like this. A way no other would dare.

“As I understand it, you’re known rather well for your own rambling speeches.”

Unfortunately, so. Beyond his old earth bound teammates snoring away over the ones he’d use to give about the Autobot Cause, he’d heard in whispers when no one knew he was around that his New Cybertron Division speeches about ‘Cons and ‘Bots coming together and respecting one another were garnering more mockery than inspiration.

Honestly, if he could turn the part of his brain module off that needed to see peace and order amongst the most hopeless of mechs, he would.

He’d settled for ignoring Megatron and his sadly accurate claim instead.

“What do you understand about anything?! You won’t even allow a medic to help you!”

Megatron rolled his optics and stared down his nasal ridge at the other. Puffing himself up for a holy display of prestige.

“Really, Prime? This is not scar worthy.”

Optimus shook his fist.

“What does that even-“

“This~ is scar worthy.”

Oh, if only the little mech had known what was coming for him.

Megatron flexed his arm at Optimus’ optic level to show the myriad of scuffs and trauma -so faint, they were almost imperceptible- that he’d acquired over millions of years of ruthless punishment, right there for him to see.

As he anticipated, cocky aft, the little Prime responded with immediate intrigue, jaw snapping shut.

He stared in shock for a moment before realizing Megatron was in no hurry to put the show away. Awaiting some form of a response.

Optimus tried to expel the silence with something functional and sensible to say. Something to discourage Megatron’s abhorrent unprofessionalism.

Useless drivel was all he could formulate.

“Wow! That’s, uh- Oh, that’s... it’s...wow.“

Megatron’s delight went unnoticed- Optimus locked on the bruising gnashes in otherwise smooth metal.

A string of nonsense about Optimus not condoning the neglect of one’s chassis warbled out beaten those plush, parted lips. And with that single weak protest, the rest of his processing power became a scramble to appraise the roguish display stood before him.

Megatron tried not to tense his muscles beneath the scrutiny.

“This one looks like it was deep!” Optimus said, studying the line over the swell of Megatron’s bicep, subconsciously feeling himself lean closer than was likely appropriate.

But when would he get another chance like this?

Not... not that he’d been waiting for a chance like this in the first place...

It was just... Megatron was millions of years old. Millions of years seeing battle- the wars Optimus had only read about. Megatron had actually been in them, and here was the astounding proof of that

Megatron’s confidence soared.

“Absolutely.” He belatedly answered and straightened his shoulders.

“I was stranded and starving for nearly five orn without any way to contact Starscream- back when she was reliable.... We’d gotten separated during a raid and I-“

To his shock, Optimus’ servos began to slowly creep upwards towards the wound. Megatron’s sudden silence brought Optimus’ attention back to his faceplate, his servos stopping as soon as the little mech became aware of what he was doing. Hands hovering an inch above the heated metal.

Megatron took note of it, and something began to flicker to life in the depths of his spark. That familiar thrill. The glimmer in his calculative gaze went thankfully overlooked once again by the enchanted little thing below- Too concerned with the urge to reach out and touch the tensing plates at his fingertips, but too embarrassed to do just that.

“...Here,” Megatron turned towards him for better access.

“You can feel for yourself.”

An invitation, if there ever was one.

Optimus flinched. He glanced upward -to a considerably tamer look in the bigger mech’s optic, who knew the other would only run if he’d seen that cunning glean- and decided that Megatron sounded so certain that surely it’d be ok if he just... maybe just a touch... just a little one...

Megatron turned his chest into him, cloaking him in his shadow and locking them away from any wandering optics. Optimus tended to need a lot of encouragement, and this seemed to be just enough.

The smaller mech swallowed and let his palms settle on the warm metal. Digits twitching with the effort not to test the strength under the armor of those powerful servos. He was already making a spectacular fool of himself, better not add to it by looking the swooning damsal.

The scars lightly caught against the tips of his fingers, as he moved over them. Upon discovering each one, he allowed his hands to trace them over until they met with the next one- then following a new path. Practically groping at the ex-warlord’s bicep.

“Um, uhm...” His finials flicked, fingers trailing along a scar on his forearm, looking to be another deep gash that’d healed impressively so. Possibly having cut all the way to his circuitry once.

That Megatron was a living piece of history, one that’d weathered tremendous stress in this frame, and now Optimus was touching it?

He flushed to the tip of his finials, though blissfully unaware of it. Laser focused on the piece of fine architecture before him.

“T-this is very.... um....nice.”

Knowing perfectly well that charming little blush was his own doing, Megatron had to force himself to keep from ruffling himself up and making too much of a show. Some amount of humbleness was due- galactic war terror of the ages, or not.

“This one came from you.” He purred, a bit too sultrily, and took a cobalt blue hand in his own to help guide it across the scar, up towards his shoulder seam.

“It might very well be my favorite.”

So much for humble...

He cocked a brow and looked every bit the lecherous scoundrel he was for saying that, but Optimus was hardly of right mind to acknowledge that he should fuss him back into good behavior.

“O-oh-“ Optimus began to laugh nervously. Awareness bleeding into him then that he was stood there fondling his old enemy without a bit of articulate commentary to add to make this any less awkward. Like it even would.

And just when he thought he’d reached his potential as a hopeless loser after turning down drinks with his academy crushes to do more studying, he’d hit a new low.

Not that this was some great service! He hadn’t asked to do this, and he didn’t owe Megatron his remaining (dwindling) sense to make less of a fool of himself- make this less pathetic.

In his defense, Megatron was showing no sign of wishing to end this interaction, and Optimus was -embarrassingly- hard pressed to say he’d like to either.

So he just allowed himself to feel around, occasionally guided by a strong hand. Being very careful to never leave the ‘safety’ of Megatron’s arm when that broad chest and tapered waist stood precariously just in the corner of Optimus’ optic. Also riddled with old wounds.... begging to be explored, too.

No, no, no. Like he’d ever do that. No, no. No, thank you.

“Optimus?”

“Hm?!” His helm snapped to attention, curious servos coming to a stop again.

Megatron smiled -a thing made awful by the genuineness in it. Clearly aware that he was getting the most benefit out of all of this shameful ogling.

A ‘Con to his core, he took an extra moment to suppress a growl rising in his throat.

“Do you want to see the others?”

“The others-?” Optimus squeaked.

‘Others’ being somewhere other than the expanse of thick, thrumming metal before him?

Where? No- No, no,

, that was a giant red flag right there.

Optimus should pry himself away like a good, decent mech and report himself to Ultra Magnus for a full briefing on former enemy faction relations etiquette.

“Y- I... Uhm. Y-Yes?”

Well, that wasn’t stiff and awkward sounding at all. And thank goodness he had said ‘no’ with the ounce of sense he had left in his empty helm.

Although, that must not be what he’d said at all, because Megatron’s engines produced an incredibly forceful rumble throughout his frame that ran right into Optimus’ searching hands, making the flush on those cerulean cheeks creep further down past his throat cables.

“How does right now sound?” Megatron shuffled forward in the centimeter of space left between them.

It sounded like it wasn’t really a question.

“Um-“

“You know, while the mood is right?” Megatron smiled ‘innocently’.

Optimus tried to channel Primus for strength.

“W-What mood is that even?”

“The one where you are quite agreeable at the moment. I’m sure I wouldn’t succeed to impress you so thoroughly twice.”

Optimus considered how easily he’d done it even once. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure how much of that was his poor resolve to resist Megatron’s undeniable charm, and how much of that was the ex-warlord’s equally undeniable natural appeal. His powerful, intelligent, confident, foreboding appeal.

Or a mix of both, which would be absolutely deadly and damning.

Since agreeing to a truce and the near endless measures he’d been taking to keep the peace, chances were Megatron could have Optimus whichever way he wanted him, whenever he wanted him. If he indeed wanted him for whatever surprising reason....

As Megatron becoming a beckon of security and comfort to their brethren in every faction had made Optimus quite ‘agreeable’ to anything a powerful, protective force such as Megatron might desire. Always having been a sucker for authority- and more profoundly, authoritative mechs with compassion.

Optimus sucked his bottom lip and searched deep within himself for some sort of plausible excuse as to why he shouldn’t have... whatever this was.

There were the hundreds of obvious reasons, the thousands of personal ones from their Earthly encounters, and the very few logical ones that centered mostly around the short tolerance of post war cross faction relationships -which was all hot garbage anyway, and a couple of other mechs had already thrown the supposed shame they should feel for their ‘taboo’ out the window.

And, Primus, Megatron was right here...

Grinning at him much like he’d done plenty of times before in battle- shooting him a mocking sort of smirk. Odd that those smirks didn’t look any bit disingenuously interested in Optimus, though now for very different reasons.

And just standing here with his much larger servos barely resisting the overwhelming urge to grab Optimus by the hip seams, if their visible twitches and the way he kept staring at him there were anything to go by.

No, there was hardly any reason at all not to explore whatever promising new chapter their... ‘relationship’ was foretelling. Beyond Optimus’ ever present internal guilt for forces outside his control, of course. But what else was new?

Optimus agreed with a single nod and was blessedly saved from melting into nothingness at the sweltering fire in the bigger mech’s optics by the reassuring servo wrapping around the small of his back, ushering him to follow closely at Megatron’s side. He was taken someplace where just the two of them could wallow in Optimus’ hesitant glee in peace.

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Just boys flirting. Lock me up.

#Some heavy language #LOTS of heavy flirting #This is just Optimus unwillingly ogling at Megatron #Shy Optimus #Over confident warlords #Megop #tfa megop #tfa megatron #tfa optimus prime #optimus prime #tranformers animated #i need a leash #I also have not fixed the grammar or spacing #And as much as I’d like to properly do so #I cannot re-read my embarrassing fawning in this fic as is the usual for me I’m so sorry

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onequeerhuman · 3 months

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i wore a new skirt today and asked my family’s opinion on my outfit, my gf’s first thought-which she voice aloud- was « nice, easy access »

#INFRONT OF MY PARENTS #what am i going to do with her #that was certainly a way to start off mh morning #like 😭😭😭#my dad almost choked on his cereal #😀#i need a leash

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puppetmaster13u · 4 months

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Prompt 177

Now Dan is no coward. He’s not.

But this stupid child body does have an effect on his reactions to things and honestly it’s a horrible thing that’s too small and too weak for him to use all his abilities. He could barely manage a fireball if he concentrated, yet everything caught fire with a mere outburst! His control was utterly gone, and a tantrum resulted in having to wear a stupid child leash backpack.

It wasn’t like he was really a child, and it wasn’t like he’d get lost or some stupid shit that Danny would insist. Ugh, this isn’t even fair, technically he was older than him yet was stuck in a smaller body that he kept tripping over!

Urgh, he’s even insisting on rewarding ‘good behavior’ and shit- must have talked to Jazz or something- because… Oh. No he wants the constellation bear, give! His star bear now, no takes back and, urgh, stupid baby body!

Well, on the other hand, it’s utterly hilarious how much Danny sputters whenever he calls him Mom, not to mention strangers’ utter befuddlement. He ignores how Danny seems to be trying his best to live up ro the title.

But! As he was saying, he’s no coward! He’s also not an idiot though, and having no control over his powers isn’t exactly a good thing. It’s really not a good thing when there’s a murderous-looking hero that he thinks he might have maimed in the future- which they apparently remember- staring down at him. So, he has to call in the big guns to fix this.

“Mom, there’s a creepy fruitloop staring at me!” “There’s WHAT?!” Hah. Take that hero he doesn’t remember the name of.

(Behold the Grumpiest of Babies)

#Dcxdp #Dpxdc #Prompts #dp x marvel #Who is the hero who went back in time to stop the Dan situation? Who knows #Dan who is just a lil guy right now: FOOL you have fallen into my trap #6ft+ Mother Bear Danny who is always down to fight:#I need you to know he is not a tank #He still looks thin and a stick it is just a very tall stick with fangs and claws and enough anger to fight god #and win #Jordan (Dan) is like 8 at most and giving the time traveler the most bloodthirsty smile ever before Danny slams into them at full speed #Someone is going to see the hero get yeeted #Dan is going to throw a fit when Danny reattaches the child leash since he wandered off #Vlad is semi redeemed but not mentally well enough to deal with a child #Especially Dan who knows how to push All of his Buttons and rip him apart emotionally mentally and physically

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itgirlwife · 2 years

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down bad for ari i fear

#down like the economy. down like six thirty.#i need a leash

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ode2rin · 5 months

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HE'S SO TALL AND HANDSOME AS HELL HE'S SO BAD BUT HE DOES IT SO WELL I CAN SEE THE END AS IT BEGINS MY ONE CONDITION IS !!!!!!!!!! AND ALL AT ONCE YOU ARE THE ONE I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR !!!!! KING OF MY HEART !!!!!!!!

#i need to be on a leash rn #if that was a white button down #you guys would need to lock me up actually #the thoughts #are being uhm thought #mimi rambles ᐢᗜᐢ

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canon-gabriel-quotes · 1 month

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i just have one simple question for you why gabriel ultrakill? what is the appeal behind this angel

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bite it Bited it

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GRRRRRRAHHHHHHHHHGRRRRGGGRRRRRRR

#growling like a starving animal #GGRRRRR GRRRRRRRRRRR #sorry if you expected a coherent answer #i did not make this picture. surprisingly #more intelligible answer #1) wearing armor (based) 2) no canon face (BASED) 3) i need him on a leash #i hope that helps #I have to stop or the anons will return #ask #asks #non voice post

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yuwuta · 15 days

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yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always.

#atp i need to shut and write the omega verse fics that consistency plague my mind #but while im here time for my obligatory megumi mention bc i mentioned dogs teehee #yes megumi attack dog hes megumi grumbly yes megumi bark bark bite bite BUT BUT BUTTTT #megumi is also used to like... hm........ taming? having? caring for? people in his life and also literal (divine) dogs #so for him yes he bites and barks #but he also... he gets confused if YOU dont follow him around like a puppy bc everyone else in his life has so why not you?#gojo's always been the annoying yapping pomeranian chewing on his arm even if he didn't ask #always in megumi's space even tho he didn't ask but he learned to deal with it #won't admit it but knows that too much attention is better than having someone who couldn't give a shit about you #yuuji is the golden in everybody's life and megumi is no exception #unmovable unshakeable and incredibly addictive even if he doesn't mean to be #and very very attached to the people he cares about so yeah yuuji is loud and annoying but he's also loyal and megumi respects that so fine #nobara is like... she decided she liked megumi and was upset about it so she bit his ankle and he tried to kick her off but she has too muc #pride to get shaken off by someone as scrawny as megumi and somewhere along the way megumi became impressed that she was still there even i #it hurt a bit and she was a little rough it's not like he was worse so fine whatever she can stay too #so if you like... if you dont hover around megumi if you dont pry if you dont prod then he has to be the dog smh #now he's gotta bite for your attention and nudge you and how annoying. he's gonna keep doing it tho. as long as he has to #or until you learn to fall in line and accept your leash too whichever comes first n e way.... anyway.............#somebody's pampered omega always gets what he wants megumi complex is showing......#this was about yuuta right? ok i'll put his tags now....#juju #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader

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t00thpasteface · 3 months

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i just found out, and am delighted to report, that tvtropes describes hawkeye pierce as "a flamboyant liberal attention whore with psychological problems". they also said he's "a slut and queer" (emphasis theirs) and that he has "a bratty masochistic streak"

#i would say ''mulcahy needs to keep this man on a short leash'' but no. hawkeye would like that too much #mash #hawkeye pierce #shebbz shoutz

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