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Can you do headcanons on how tfa Megatron and tfa Starscream would handle their human fem s/o accidentally giving them a boner?
+ Megatron is not flustered or surprised. If you didn’t see the spike standing stiff in front of you right now, you wouldn’t know that he was revved up at all. As your wide eyes look him over, you hear a dark laugh, “What, little human, you didn’t know Cybertronians possessed interface equipment? We aren’t that different. That being said, this is because of you, would you like to see if we’re compatible?”
+ Starscream pouts, blush hot across his cheeks as he sits down in front of you. You’d said that you wanted to examine him, seeing as how he’s quite different form you. He hadn’t expected you to spend so long on his wings, the sensitive joints at the base of them and the even more sensitive tips. When you looked back over his shoulder, you saw the evidence of his arousal. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t request anything from you, but you can definitely tell that he would very much appreciate your help.
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Could I get some soft smut with TFP smokescreen and a human s/o? He's just such a sweetheart
His servos hover just over your little body. He may as well not be mass displaced at all, he’s still so massive compared to you. Smokescreen’s just surprised that you still want to do this, with him, no less.
“What’s wrong, Smokes?” You ask him, looking up from where you sit on his abdominal plating.
“Wh- psh, I’m- nothing’s wrong.” He forces a light laugh, “It’s all good here! Uh-” You could almost see him mentally telling himself off for saying that.
“Come on,” You put on your best, softest, most caring voice. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I just-” He looks down, voice dropping to barely a mutter, “You’re so nice to me, ‘n I don’t wanna hurt you. Not that I’ve uh- hurt anyone this way before!” He jumps to unnecessarily defend himself before you can say anything. “I’m just a little worried.”
“It’ll all be fine, Smokes, just open up and let me see.”
Honestly, hurting you wasn’t the end of his worries. He knows for almost sure that you’ve never interfaced with a Cybertronian before. What if you react poorly? What if you don’t like it? What if you don’t like him? He’s only drawn out from his spiral by you knocking your fingers on his spike panel.
“We don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to, you know. You can just say that.” You assure him, your other hand resting on his thigh.
“No,” His servos squeeze into fists at his sides, having given up on trying to hold your bare frame. “N-no, I want to, I promise, but what if you don’t like-”
“I’m going to stop you there. Whatever happens, we’re gonna figure it out, alright?”
He nods shakily and, after a patient moment from you, disengages his spike paneling. He’s almost embarrassed by how quick his spike is to stiffen into your grip, lubricant already streaking a line down his length. You just stay there for a second, your hand against the hot plating.
“See? I knew-”
“Baby,” You giggle, “Don’t worry,” Your lips press onto the head of his spike and he gasps. “I love it as much as I love you. Now how do you want me?”
As if it’s the first time, his optics rove your body and take in every detail of you. The patience in your eyes, the cocky little smile across your lips, your soft skin pressed against his heated plating.
“Any way you’ll have me.”
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Tfp bumblebee with a human s/o who is oblivious to his attempts to have sex with them NSFW plz
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yay requests are open! can i ask for nsfw female human reader and rodimus fragging in the captains chair? please and thank you!!
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I’m so glad requests are open! I just saw your post. I would like to make a gift request for my friend, @wonderingypsy18 with a nsfw of MTMTE Megatron and a human female who is absolutely in love with him. And if I have to send in a separate ask for a second, let me know. But I wanted to gift request for @dragonfly-the-twink Just a little soft fluffy thing with Pharmbulon. Thanks so much!!!!!
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SFW and NSFW yandere idw Megatron pls!! Bonus if he finds out his human obsession is pretty into him too
It’s three am why am I awake? No idea transformers time
Mtmte Megatron
Sfw
Switches between bordeline controling and so distant you forget he exists
Half of his poems are about you. He even leaves a couple at your berth for you to find. Like a secret admirer type thing
After a while you come and ask him if he’s so intp you why he keeps disappearing all the damn time. That’s when he finds he may have caught you as much as you did him.
It’s not long before you two are never seen apart. No an official couple but rumors are spreading fast and neither of you are denying them.
Incredibly protective of you now. Someone looked at you wonky for half a second? He’s already preparing to start a fight over this. You seem to like this to considering it shows how much he loves you that he’s will to throw hand 24/7
Nsfw
Some of the poetry he left was definitely smutty and when you tell him it helped you through some cold and lonely nights he’s on the verge of overheating.
The first time is rough. He just lost himself so utterly and the fact you were into it the whole time? Makes his frame heat up just thinking about it.
With how much you two are together all it takes is a couple well placed words or actions from either of you and things go hot and heavy faster than you can blink. Half the time he doesn’t bother mass displacing or using a holoform.
Though the times things get soft and he gets to spend his time worshiping every inch of you? Oh thats something that lasts all night. He’s definitely mass displaced for that so he can pleasure you in every way much easier.
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Sorry can I ask you to write about how TFP Megatron, Sound offer their s/o to take a bath with their participation.(nfsw, fertilization)?
I will be grateful❤️
No need to apologize, and here's the pregnancy sex in a bathtub!💥 Some fluff at the end as well.~Gregoria🏩
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They let the robe fall to the ground and grasp Megatron’s servo.
“Careful love,”
Soundwave’s cables protectively wrap around their lower back, 
“I’m pregnant, not made of glass, I think we established that.”
“Indeed, a reason why we should take special care with how you are handled.” 
They’d roll their eyes, if their attention wasn’t focused on the warm water embracing their aching body. Megatron’s servos pull them back towards his chassis by their hips. Soundwave’s blunt, thin digits reach for the swelling abdomen, tracing the jagged lines where the skin stretches, his touch almost reverent. Megatron's claws slide from their hip and begin carefully kneading into the sore lower back, other servo sliding down between their legs. 
Soundwaves digits scrape firmly against his armor before he could touch.
“::You shall have the first place next cycle, Soundwave,::” The half growled recording is full of the lewd moans from their human, and heat rises up their neck at the memory.
Megatron switches both his servos to their thighs, spreading their legs as far as they’ll go.
Tentacles that unfurl from Soundwave’s cables stroke across their cunt, his digits still tracing their stomach. Megatron fondles their breasts, hefting the heavy weight and squeezing, sharp claws rolling sensitive nipples.
“You’ll take such wonderful care of our sparkling,”
Their toes curl with the sensation of shallow thrusts from Soundwave’s cables, tentacles spreading them wider with each thrust.
“Soundwave- '' the plea is cut off by Megatron’s growl shaking deep from his chassis, the force of it reverberating down their aching muscles. They lean back, face firmly nuzzling against him.
“Yes, yes oh this feels so good-” 
Megatron muffles their words with a deep kiss. His other servo possessively grips their swollen middle, the claws still careful to not scratch at taut skin. Soundwave finally withdraws his tentacles, the pointed tip of his spike pressing at their entrance. Megatron bites at their lip with a snarl when they attempt to look at the reflection of their cunt in Soundwave’s visor. He laps at spots of blood seeping from where his fangs have pierced their lip with their whine, his engine turning down to a purr, leaving their attention free to fully enjoy the bliss of Soundwave’s spike seating deep inside of them, withdrawing and beginning a harsh, fast pace. They find a seam in Megatron’s forearm and brace against it, water splashing over the tub with each thrust.
Soundwave’s servos grab the soft thighs, cables moving forward and possessively curling around the belly, attempting to nudge Megatron’s claws out of the way.
“Do not assume you spiking them first gives you any special privileges Soundwave.” Megatron warns in a low voice.
A recording of Knockout mocks back.
“::Wouldn’t dream of it, my Liege.::” 
A tentacle latches onto a nipple, tugging in imitation of suckling. His pace picks up, plating flaring, steam rising from where water makes contact with his hot metal.
“You’ve been acting bold my friend,” Megatron growls, his servo maneuvering their partner on their side, spreading the leg in his grip even more, allowing Soundwave a new angle to draw sounds of pleasure from their beloved. His denta curls in a grin, sharp teeth glinting when his glossa slides over them, optics dimming.
“A wonderful quality of a future sire.”
Soundwave grips at Megatron’s servo and finally overloads, his cable squeezing their partner’s stomach in a show of another trait he will have as a sire.
He’ll make sure their sparkling is safe.
“Of course you will,” Megatron’s field brushes against the other’s flaring field. His spike transforms from its casing, tip nudging at the underside of Soundwave’s. Their partner attempts to grind against it, trying to convince him to get on with it. 
“They need, they need both of you.”
Soundwaves tentacles focus on their nipples, smearing some of the leaking milk around.
“And they shall get both of us,” Megatron soothes, rearranging their position in his lap, before pushing himself deeper into them as soon as Soundwave withdraws. 
Sounwave has filled them well, his transfluid, sharpening the senses of newly onlined sire protocols. He leans forward and grinds his hips, spike setting a steady rhythm, pulsing in them with each clench of their walls. They pant, eyes closed in bliss when they feel Soundwaves helm press against their middle. Their hands grip his helm, curling around a sensitive wire and tugging, drawing a staticy moan. 
They repeat the motion, as Megatron nuzzles his helm into their neck, denta scratching at their shoulder. They ease up, and instead pinch at the cable, crying out when the suckling at their nipples becomes more forceful, blunt digits digging into Megatron’s thigh plating, the knuckles pressing against theirs when Soundwave kneads his servos into the hard metal and overloads. Megatron grunts, thrusting deep and sharp, and they groan as they are pumped with his transfluid, feeling it spill into the water when their body can’t take any more of it. His thrusts end when his spike locks in place, securing both loads of transfluid inside.
The three of them bask in the half empty tub, the air filled with thick steam that tingles with electricity.
“Stunning,” Megatron whispers into their ear, kissing their cheek, one servo reaching down to caress Soundwave’s helm.
A small tune plays, ending with a sound similar to a ring of a hotel bell. The two mechs tense.
“Tell me you heard that,” Megatron says in a hushed voice, optics widened. Soundwave’s vocalizer clicks an affirmative. The tune repeats like that for another time, before the tones turn louder and rings demanding, followed by a sharp kick that has their partner grunt, hand pressing against the spot. When both of them press their servos over the hand of their beloved’s pregnant belly, the tune evens out and the three of them listen to the happy noises of their future bundle of joy.
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The Request: nsfw Holoform!Megatron x fem!reader please??
Megatron swallowed hard. He hadn’t felt this nervous in what felt like forever. Damn Swerve and his movie night for putting this idea in your head. Megatron would never ever let you watch Magic Mike again. You sat, smiling all too happily, in a chair in the middle of the room, and Megatron just stood awkwardly in front of you, his holoform still completely clothed. There was music playing but he could barely make out the words over the bass. 
“Just try it,” you said, “please? I promise I’ll do whatever you want me to next time.”
Megatron worked his jaw, intrigued by the offer. He couldn’t say he hadn’t gotten any ideas from the movie, and Rodimus liked to remind him to keep it interesting in berth. Couldn’t have you getting bored of bland old Megatron. “Fine,” he grumbled. 
Moving slow, all too aware of how stiff he felt, he shrugged out of his trenchcoat, slinging it over his shoulder like he remembered from the movie. That earned a little cheer from you. Primus, he was just glad there would be no possible evidence of what he was doing. He decided to try moving his hips to the music and couldn’t remember the last time he’d danced like this. He gyrated his hips slightly as he began unbuttoning his dress shirt. 
When he looked up he was startled to find you watching him with carnal lust in your eyes. You tracked his every movement and when you licked your lips, he felt like he was about to be devoured. It ran a chill down his spine but encouraged him to get closer.
You reached out and snagged him by the belt, yanking him closer until he practically straddled your lap. Megatron flushed red, embarrassed by how much your moment of control worked him up. Now when he twirled his hips, jutting them into the air, his holoform’s spike tented his pants. You kept your eyes on his as he slipped out of his shirt finally, tossing it to the side. 
A thin sheen of sweat slicked his chest and he tried to be sensual and run his hands over himself, but you apparently had enough of that. You attacked his belt like it had offended you, yanked down his pants and pulling him even closer. Megatron moaned when you pulled his stiff dick out of his underwear and started licking the underbelly. He twined his fingers in your hair and thrust into your mouth as you swallowed him down. 
By Primus, maybe he would do this more than once. 
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Request: if it's okay could you write a drabble of tfp megatron dressing up his human s/o in some cute clothes as if they're a doll and then wrecking them while gushing over how cute and delicate they are?
Megatron would never admit to anyone how he procured the array of clothing that was now spread over his berth. He pointed to a checkered pink, pleated skirt and watched with eagle eyes as you stepped into it and fastened the buttons in the front. You looked at him, obediently waiting for his next decision.
Once you were completely outfitted, Megatron admired his handiwork. You looked precious in the white frilled crop top that was open around your shoulders, the pink cashmere sweater that hung down around your elbows, the thick white belt looped around your waist, and of course the skirt. The icing on the proverbial cake was the white knee-high stockings.
With one servo, Megatron collected the remaining clothes and set them on the bedside table. He crawled onto the berth then, settling on his stomach, his face mere feet away from you. 
“You are so precious,” he purred. He reached out and curled his servo around you, cautious of his claws, and drew you to his face. With his thumb, he lifted the edge of your skirt. He grinned at the sight of the pink panties he’d asked you to wear. Shameless, he licked up your stockinged leg and nudged his face in between your thighs. 
“So soft,” he rumbled, “and delicate. I could hurt you so easily.” At this he shot you a devilish grin. “Don’t worry, darling, I intend to cause only pleasure. Tonight.”
With that he pressed his face flush against your crotch and started licking sloppily under your skirt, too large to be anything but uncoordinated, but the hot wet pressure was more than enough to leave you writhing and gasping for more. 
“So small,” Megatron hummed, “like a little treat just for me.” He chuckled and tore your panties off with his teeth. He latched his lips over your hot sex and suckled, imagining you as an energon goodie to be savored. And savor he did. 
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Megatron x Reader First time
It had taken about twenty minutes of kissing and reassuring just to get Megatron to open his panels. And then, to his own horror, he choked up again, trying to cover himself with his servos and not speaking or meeting your eyes. It was all just too much at once, and the physical sensations alone were overwhelming. He felt like such a fool for telling you that he wanted you to take his virginity, and now he couldn’t even look you in the eyes.
You knelt next to him on his berth and once again he was grateful for his ability to mass displace. “Megatron,” you whispered, extending a hand to cup his chin and turn his helm so that he had to look at you. “It’s alright. Please don’t hide from me.”
He didn’t want to hide from you, but his spike was on display and he couldn’t force it back under his panel even if he tried. To him, it looked hideous and big. Much too big. You were the first, other than medics, to ever see it. By Primus he’d had a hell of a time trying to convince Ratchet that he —the mighty Megatron— was still a little virgin.
He swallowed hard and shuttered his optics, trying not to think about anything but your palm pressed against his face.
“That’s it, breathe,” you encouraged.
Although Megatron would never admit it, this level of vulnerability terrified him. All his life he’d had to remain guarded, especially against unwanted sexual attention. It left him on edge but also in desperate need of making up for centuries worth of complete physical abstinence— including hugging. He was just happy that you agreed to be the person to help him through this transition, step by step.
You brushed under his optic with your thumb and he nuzzled into the touch. “I want you to be in control for this,” you said. “Any second you don’t feel comfortable, we’ll stop.”
He opened his optics and turned his helm to kiss your palm. It felt childish to demand, but he murmured, “Promise me.”
“I promise,” you vowed, and he believed you.
Megatron took a deep breath and uncovered himself if only to use his servos to touch you. He pulled you into a kiss so tentative and sweet and he wasn’t expecting the fire it ignited in him. He ached to give you every piece of him.
You moaned into the kiss and it startled Megatron so much that he jerked back. Instead of sighing in frustration like he expected you to, you chased after him to press a trail of soft kisses across his chassis. He was so sensitive that even that made him tilt his helm back and he surged deeper into your touch. Between you, his spike leaked prefluid and the red biolights along the belly throbbed erratically. His valve was in no better state and oh how he wanted to know what your mouth would feel like down there.
“Is this good?” you asked between kisses. You sneakily made your way up to his collar and then to his neck.
“Yes!” Megatron cried when you nibbled on a delicate energon line. His hips jerked and suddenly he was laying back, pulling you atop him in one swift motion. When he realized what he’d done, he blushed a brilliant blue. From this angle, you were all the more magnificent, not sneering down your nose but peering at him through your eyelashes.
You chased after him, mouthing hungrily at his jaw. “Primus, you’re so gentle. You know that? So perfect.”
He bit his lip on another moan. “And you are so patient, “ he rumbled.
You sat back, and Megatron was pleased with how you straddled his hips just above his array. His spike rubbed against your backside and the promise of a tight fit made you both shiver. His servos rested on your hips and kneaded the soft flesh there. You were so warm and small and delicate and yet you were the confident one. How was that? But he was grateful for the calm steadiness you provided. It made him bold, in this safety that you offered him.
“What are you thinking about?” you asked.
He suddenly wondered if what he was experiencing was love or merely sexual.It felt too vibrant, too safe to only be the sensations of a quick frag though. “Us,” he admitted.
You smiled, your expression open and patient. “The feelings are a lot, aren’t they?”
He nodded, wondering how you knew.
You splayed your small hands over his stomach, idly massaging. “It’s not a first-time thing,” you explained. “I sure as hell didn’t feel like this my first time.”
Megatron’s grip on your hips tightened. “Then who do I feel so bright?”
You grinned and wiggled your hips, grinding back against his spike. Megatron elicited a sharp gasp but immediately guided you back towards his spike again. You were a tease, but he was burning up. Burning with questions and lust. Burning for you.
“I think,” you whispered sultrily, “you feel this way because your spark knows its found its mate.”
Megatron overloaded, hips rutting against your ass, transfluid spraying up your back. But there was no shame, no guilt, only you, smiling down at him, praising him.
His sparkmate.
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Megatron x reader /Breeding kink headcannons
If there’s one thing in this life he still wants, it’s an heir. Once he knows you feel the same way, you better hold on. He will want to discuss it extensively though, because having a sparkling is a really big deal.
He’ll have you on your hands and knees so he can rut as much as he needs to, and he’ll go until his transfluid reserves are completely empty, so be prepared for a mess.
If it’s been a long day at work, he’ll want you to take the lead riding him, grinding out as many overloads as you can until his spike is too sensitive to keep going.
Dirty talk is a must, but he’ll also tell you how beautiful you’ll look all round with his sparklings, and how great of a carrier you’ll make. He will praise you like the goddess you are.
You usually go until you both collapse, and he loves waking up wrapped in your arms, knowing that one day there could be a sparkling between you too.
Roles can be reversed, but not often is he willing to be the carrier. He has to be in a specific mood for that one.
#transformers#someone give this robot man the seahorse treatment 📢📢📢
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If Optimus is an ass man would Megatron be the same or a thigh man? Better yet what buddy parts do you think would be everyone’s preference?
I feel like Megatron in any iteration is still greedy when it comes to his partners. So, he doesn't have a part he prefers specifically. But, since you're asking about thighs - oh boy. Reader x Bot ahead. The first two little bits are GN and could be for anyone with any parts. The third is more AFAB. Just a warning. -Rosie
This would be specifically for a human partner. You know Jules post about blow jobs? Well, now I get to give context to that~ Even with Mass Displacement - he'd be too large to feel comfortable asking for blowjobs. It's courtesy. But, what he would ask for? To use your thighs. The squishier the better. It's a nice compromise for both parties. Depending on how he places you oh boy, it'd be the best grinding session you've ever had. You'd be dizzy due to his pace. And sticky with transfluid if you're into that. If you're wanting to tease him? You'll have access to nodes and ridges you didn't know existed. And he likes it because even if you have an advantage he can still control the pace and knock you off course. It can get a little playful. He likes to see who breaks first. Usually it's you. But on the rare occasion it's him you're just glad you're not in range of his transfluid. When he overloads he overloads.
Another position he loves though? Being between them. When I said this man eats pussy like a god I meant that. It doesn't matter if you're under him, over him, whether his mass displaced or not. He can work his glossa in ways that will have you seeing stars. He's only encouraged further when he feels the soft velvet plush of your thighs around his faceplate and helm. Something about thighs can get him going, but then again anything about his partner will get him going. The man is starved when it comes to affection. Just some iterations are harder to break through than others~
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Can i have like a bot s/o eating mtmte megs valve out so hard and good he squirts? (Bonus points if he is emberrassed/flushtered about it)
You had to physically hold Megatron’s hips down as you ate him out; he was thrashing and trying to thrust into your mouth. You chuckled as you buried your face in his lovely, swollen valve, licking and nibbling along his pulsing biolights, following them all the way up to his exterior node. You flicked it with your tongue and Megatron released a guttural moan. 
“I’m close,” he warned in between pants. His cooling fans were running dangerously high. 
You took his node into your mouth and suckled until you could taste his charge on your tongue. You detached right before he could overload and he cursed you under his breath. You started to eat him out in earnest then, your tongue delving deep inside of him as you mouthed around his entrance and your nose bumped against his node. 
Megatron shouted as he overloaded, his valve squirting you with something not quite transfluid, as you greedily lapped up the juices from his valve. When you finally pulled away, squirt was dripping down your face and there was transfluid around your mouth. 
Megatron turned bright blue at the sight of you. “Primus,” he said, “I didn’t know my body could do that. I’m so sorry.” He tried to cover his face with his servos but you snatched them away.
“I love a good mess, baby,” you said. You licked the transfluid from around your mouth. Megatron tasted sweet. “I’m just happy I was the first to make you squirt. And that won’t be the last time I do it either.”
Megatron moaned just at the thought. He was too old for new tricks.
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uhh optimus vs megatron except optimus finds you and megatron fucking in a secluded corner amidst the war and he cant tear his optics away from the scene infront of him
“you wished this was you huh, prime? being able to fuck a cunt as tight as this?”
i need this… i need this so bad
Optimus would be so conflicted. He’d be so disgusted in himself, but yet he’ll find his servo travelling down to his spike in his berthroom later that night… squeezing his shaft, just imagining that he’s fucking your tight little pussy
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Thank you for writing my Tarantulas request!!! It was amazing and I loved how it turned out. If I can do another request I'd love to see more Earthspark Megatron x human Reader, the last one you did of them in the supply closet was so good! I'd love to see more of their relationship and how they avoid getting caught when they get intimate in public/semi-pubic areas. Thank you! Cant wait to see more of your writings!
No problem, I had an absolute blast writing it!! The spider needs some serious love!
Also I can do that! Fair warning I went a WEE bit overboard but I think you'll enjoy Medic!Reader and Megs getting it on in the medical bay at GHOST! I cannot express how much I love it when bots and their humans sneak off for some fun, especially when the size of the bot in question forces the two to get creative.
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From behind the cover of your welding mask, you allowed your face to pinch tightly in concentration, eyes focused entirely on your work as you carefully closed up what had once been a sizable metal gash. Thankful that the wound had been a clean one you'd been able to treat independently, you moved as quickly as you could without sacrificing control, wanting to minimize the lingering discomfort for your patient. Megatron had the highest pain tolerance you'd ever encountered, but even after applying a localized anesthetic you could feel his uncomfortable tension beneath you, just as you didn't fail to notice the small sigh that passed his lips when you finished and disengaged the flame.
Careful not to lose your balance, you crawled back along the big bots sizable torso before removing the mask for a clear look as well as a breath of fresh air. The injury looked a great deal better than when he'd first limped into the medical bay about twenty minutes prior, and you were confident it would improve further after your patch had some time to settle, but the mech had made you work for that sense of assurance. You could still clearly recall how your heart had absolutely flipped at the sight of him cradling his bleeding middle, even if he'd still had the capacity to crack a joke before laying back on the medical slab while you gathered your tools in a rush…
"That should do it." you said with a sigh, a little spent from the ordeal but pleased with the outcome. Megatron, with his upper half supported by the inclined berth, looked down the length of his frame to meet your gaze.
"Excellent work as always, Doctor." he said in a mix of praise and a tease, emphasizing your title to mock the formality the two of you had to fake when others were present. Granted, you were currently alone and the doors had been locked for privacy, but that had never stopped him before. A small shift of his middle and a noticeable lack of pain did, however, bring more genuine appreciation to his voice. "That does feel a great deal better, thank you, my spark."
You smiled at the term of endearment before giving his wound a final once over, ensuring it was as good as it could get before his self-repair protocols took care of the rest. "I'll need you to stay here for about another hour while it sets, just to be safe." you instructed when satisfied, confident that this would be nothing more than a faded scar in a few weeks time, so long as it was given the chance to heal. Areas of considerable "flexibility" were tricky on bots, compelling you to give another reminder as you packed your tools and prepared to climb down. "The last thing I want is for it to tear, and that'll be a lot less likely if you relax for now."
Megatron scoffed at the suggestion, a reaction that neither surprised or phased you. "An entire hour? Am I really so delicate?"
"You will be if you don't listen to me." you replied with a roll of your eyes. It was predictable that Megatron would object to you "fussing" over him, even if all you required was for him to take it easy. He complained about such things every time they were prescribed, but with you the big bot tended to comply… more often than not. You were hopeful this would be one of your successes as you slid off his side and walked to the lift that ferried you up and down the bot sized berths. Your departure quickly got his full attention.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to file the supplies I used for the repair." you explained with clear distaste for the fact, leaning back on the lift railing so you could face him as you shrugged your shoulders. The displeasure and sarcasm were overt even without the added roll of your eyes. "GHOST protocol."
The towering warrior put on what you dared to call a pout. "Am I simply supposed to sit here in the meantime?"
"We've got data pads and there's a bot sized tablet on the charger. I could set you up with whichever you prefer, but I do need to submit that report sooner rather than later." you said as you prepared to hit the button to descend, hesitating because you really would have preferred doing anything over the drudgery of typing reports. Getting some time to chill with your partner would have been a welcome change of pace, but GHOST didn't allow much leeway when it came to its tyrannical bureaucracy. 
"Fine." Megatron huffed dramatically, giving you reason to pause as you fixed him with a raised brow. Though he wasn't in any position to actually contest, and he thankfully remained quite still on the berth as you'd ordered, the big bot was almost making a show of how unhappy he was. As he seemed to be marginally more theatrical than usual, you found yourself willing to take the time to try and figure out what he was playing at as he continued to whine. "If you are truly comfortable leaving me to languish in utter boredom…"
"As your doctor, I'm confident you'll survive." you replied, playfulness tinged by a hint of curiosity. Tilting your head and narrowing his eyes, you made it clear you knew there was some kind of game being played, and wanted to be let in on it. "What are you getting at, Megs?"
His pout shifted to include a hint of a smile, confirming for you that he was indeed playing at something.
"If only there was someone to keep me company while I recovered…" he mused with obviously mock melancholy, reaching out to cup your tiny body and gently pulling you towards him and away from the lift. "Perhaps those reports could wait a little longer, yes?"
You rolled your eyes, now confident this was all just a plot to make you stick around for his sake and nothing more. For all of his gruffness with others, the big bot hung on you like a needy cat, making it quite unsurprising he'd be gunning for some personal time even after getting stitched up. Ordinarily you were happy to indulge his desire for your presence, but keeping your job unfortunately took precedence over keeping him company. "If I don't get it in before the next half hour, the system will send out an alert when it does its automatic supply check. Is entertaining you for twice that amount of time more important than stopping a false alarm?"
Something small shifted in his entire demeanor, but being over thirty feet tall made the change abundantly clear to you even if you hadn't a clue what it meant. Thankfully, he didn't keep you waiting, his faint smile shifting into a full smirk as he spoke.
"I can get all the entertainment I need in… five minutes. Ten, if I'm thorough." he purred, scarlet optics intensifying their gaze as he went from merely watching to drinking you in, servo at your back pulling you closer. A reflexive flush rose up in your cheeks. You knew that look well, it had preceded countless rushed dives into closets or warehouses and on one especially spontaneous occasion the cargo hold of an unmanned carrier plane… but you never would have expected to see it now. Suddenly it was all too clear what he had been playing at.
The disbelief and total exasperation was as apparent in your voice as it was the hand you threw up into the air. "Seriously? You're horny now?"
"Can you really blame me?" he replied with a laugh, amused by your reaction but hardly disheartened. He lowered his voice and allowed it to rumble through your tiny body, and in spite of everything it was just as effective on you as it always was. Having his careful digits at your back only helped his case. "I did have a very attractive human practically seated on my lap."
"A human with a welder!" you replied with a wild gesture to your pack, where the tools capable of slicing a bot were arranged with care. Considering he still had the fresh wound on his stomach, you couldn't imagine how he had it in him to be frisky, but judging by the intensifying lust in his optics the pain was doing little to dissuade him. 
"What would you say if I told you that made it all the more appealing?" he said after a moment of silence.
He was just fucking with you now. He had to be. There was no way he seriously wanted to bang after having his organs sewn back in, you refused to believe it, it was too much even for him.
"You… you're utterly ridiculous." you said in a bit of a daze, tempted to pinch yourself to test if this was all some crazy dream. You halfway wondered if he was recording this for some kind of inevitable gotcha that would come at any moment, and felt so silly you couldn't keep the laughter from tinging your voice as you continued."I'm saying you're utterly ridiculous."
Megatron somewhat carefully clapped a spare hand to his chassis as if he'd just been dealt a devastating blow. "Oh no, you wound me further…" he teased, making you wonder if you were dating a warrior or the planet's biggest dork. Trying not to give him the satisfaction of a smile, you had to admit to yourself that it was much harder than it should have been to remember why you'd needed to leave in the first place. Fixing you with a smirk, he once more tugged you closer, and this time your body failed to resist in the slightest. "I fear I may need medical attention all over again."
"I'm going to repeat myself; you're utterly ridiculous." you said simply, medical training swooping in where your professionalism failed. "Plus, if you push it and that patch breaks, I'll have to redo all my welding, and I don't think either one of us wants that."
"No…" he conceded in a not at all serious tone. Allowing the silence to hang until you raised a brow in anticipation, the mech went from smirking to grinning with devilish delight, his sharp canid dentae peeking out as he purred low enough for you to feel the rumble of his voice through your tiny organic body.
"But that merely means I need to be careful, or more accurately, creative."
The servo at your back scooped up your tiny frame without effort, compelling you to grab on for stability as he hefted you clear off the berth, raising you to his helm so quickly your ears popped from the change in altitude.
"Whoa!" you cried out in surprise, clinging to him as you suddenly found yourself a good twenty or more feet from the nearest surface below. You had ample practice being handled by bots, but this one had caught you off guard, as Megatron was always the type to practice caution when maneuvering you in his massive servos. Less than gracefully wiggling yourself into a more dignified position, you met his gaze with a pout, preparing to give him a piece of your mind before demanding to be put back down. No matter how little you wanted to complete your task, it had to be done, and no amount of his antics could change your mind…
Except when your optics met his up close, you found that to be patently untrue. The desire in their depths was like fire, burning so bright it seemed to see straight through your token resistance and to the molten need burning just below your skin.
"Come now, love…" he purred, lifting you to his helm and setting you down to straddle his chin. The touch between your parted legs was like an electric prod, melting away all the stress of your position and speaking to the frustration even you hadn't been able to see. Biting your lip to keep yourself quiet, you recalled the discipline that would follow late reports but found the threat hadn't the slightest hold over you anymore. All that seemed real was the warmth of his frame against your tense body, and the hum of his voice as he continued, making quite a point to let you feel every syllable. "Let me show my doctor some much deserved appreciation. The reports can wait."
Just able to keep from moaning, you sighed and waged one final war in your head between lust and responsibility, finding it obvious who the victor would be but giving it a go regardless. When your body made the decision you knew it would, you picked your words carefully to avoid giving him too much satisfaction.
"I'm giving you five minutes." you said in a blatant lie, setting the stage so you could claim to have simply lost track of time once you were finished. The answer pleased him greatly, and he pulled you a little ways up his helm, resting your crotch just above his lips so you could feel each and every word humming up through the fabric and into your waiting pussy. 
"Not a problem. I work swiftly…" he purred. The vibrations were enough to pull a tiny gasp past your parted lips as he hummed in delight, fully aware of what the stimulation did to you from past experience. Not wanting to give him absolute satisfaction, you kept yourself quiet save for your own smirk and a sarcastic retort. 
"Is that why I have to patch you up so often?"
The open taunt drove him wild. You'd always been one of the few humans, the few beings, to not only speak to him openly but fearlessly, and he expressed his appreciation with a request so rushed it came out as a pleading demand. "Take off your pants."
"Give me a second, kind of hard to undress without a proper spot to sit…" you replied as you slipped out of your protective lab coat to reveal your scrubs. Though kicking off your shoes was easy, straddling his chin left you without much of a foothold or a way to wiggle free of your pants, forcing you to awkwardly grab them and your underwear as you tried to shimmy out of both. Megatron was hypnotized by the sight for a moment, his optics locked on your increasing exposure before he decided it wasn't happening swiftly enough. You let out a single sound when you were unceremoniously lifted up to hover over his lips. "Oop!"
Dexterous digits took hold of the fabric you'd already pulled down and gave a swift, decisive tug to yank them down your legs, leaving you bare from the waist down. Yipping in surprise, you regained your wits quickly enough to balance yourself when he set you back down, your exposed pussy coming just inches shy of his lips before you found footing on your hands and knees.
"Is this proper enough?" he asked, fully aware of how his heated breath teased you. 
"Yes!" you gasped, unable and unwilling to keep yourself from reacting to his encouragement. The fact he was right there had to be as torturous for him as it was for you, and looking into his optics confirmed as much, their fiery depths drinking in your nakedness in the same way a starving bot would drink in a cup of cool energon. Not wanting to be entirely at his mercy, you hovered above his lips, palms splayed against his cheeks as you took a deep breath and met his gaze without flinching. "So get to work, you're on a tight schedule."
His glossa was out the instant you finished the last syllable, allowing a cry to slip out of your open mouth as he swirled the tip over your lips to ease them open, delighting your folds with the hot, wet, hungry touch. Sharp dentae were bared beneath you as he spread you just the way you liked. Moaning and setting your hips heavily on his face, you were thankful for the locked door as you allowed yourself to get loud, letting him know just how good he was with your voice. The wetness that made you all the easier to open up was another clue he read and tasted quite eagerly.
You moaned his name as he used his massive size to his full advantage, pumping the length of his glossa up and down your soft folds to please you from clit to entrance, compelling you to ride him with your full weight to get more of the stimulation. More than strong enough to support you, he happily welcomed your efforts, looking more lost in his own ecstasy by the second. An approving purr rumbled all the way up your legs to make your world spin around you.
He shifted, and you caught his servo moving downwards in the corner of your eye. Following the movement, you watched in a fog of ecstasy as he opened his modesty plating to allow his spike to swing forth, smirking at how quickly it rose to its full size and throbbed with need. You'd clearly gotten him just as riled up as he'd gotten you…
A hot glossa sliding inside of you knocked the smugness off your face and replaced it with a helpless open mouthed cry of euphoria, your hips thrusting against him to help his reach go as deep as he pumped in and out of you at the perfect pace. Using his free servo to cup your back and press you down against him, his other pumped his spike rapidly enough to make you briefly concerned before a heavenly prodding of your sweet spot evaporated everything beyond obtaining release.
Weeks of being underappreciated and overworked had left you with plenty of tension for him to clear away, and you could almost feel it melting out of you as your orgasm began to build, hot ecstasy filling your body and compelling you to grab at his digits to keep yourself upright. Megatron tightened his grip around you in response, letting out a moan of his own at your lack of inhibitions. Sharing the pleasure only made it that much better for the both of you.
An aggressive swirling and sucking of your clit gave you everything you needed for an explosive orgasm, one you announced by throwing back your head with an admittedly theatrical cry. The response from the mech beneath you was as immediate as it was satisfying.
Watching you writhe in the euphoria he'd caused proved too much for the warrior, and he overloaded seconds after you, deep moans of satisfaction rumbling through you in perfect time to the throbs of your pussy. Between the vibrations and his glossa you saw stars and had to let him fully support your weight, shaking hands clinging to his digits as the both of you rode out your shared pleasure loudly enough to shake the berth below.
Thankfully Megatron had just enough sense and strength to adjust you when he finished painting his own chassis with his release, inching you back to his chin so he could get the greedy gulps of air necessary to cool his internals. Dizzy but satisfied, you had just enough clarity to giggle at the situation, pushing back some of the hair that had stuck to your sweat soaked forehead as you looked down to see if he was faring any better. Judging by his expression of nearly unconscious bliss, you considered the two of you to be doing equally well.
"Megs?" you pressed, leaning forward to pat his cheek. "You okay?"
"More than okay." he responded with a tiny chuckle, cracking open his optics to grin at your half naked form. Using his digits to haul yourself up on shaking legs, you settled for sitting back on your heels when they proved too weak to hold you upright, a very common occurrence after such sessions. Helping you sit more comfortably, he smiled with more softness than satisfaction. "I believe we both needed that."
"I still need to file my report, but I won't pretend I don't feel a lot better about it." you acknowledged with a stretch, far more limber than you'd been just a few minutes prior. Though you still needed to get your work done, this had proven an excellent use of your time, and you were about to say as much when a glance about turned up empty of a few critical items.
"Where are my pants?"
His exhaustion halved in an instant, devious sparkle returning to his optics as he used the most obviously mock voice of concern you'd ever heard. "I haven't the slightest idea." he purred with delight, making you pout at what an impossible pain in the ass he chose to be. He'd give them up eventually, you knew that from experience, but in the meantime you were going to have to deal with even more of him being impossible. You made your mild annoyance known with a raised brow and two hands on your hips, a reaction that only delighted him further. "I suppose you'll have to remain here with me after all." 
"I still have my welder, you know." you said as you leaned forward on his face, trying not to crack a smile at his antics. You failed when he grinned and pulled you in, the adoration in his optics equal only to the amusement. 
"That still makes it all the more appealing."
Rolling your eyes, you sighed, knowing but no longer caring that the reports would indeed be late. It wasn't like GHOST could screw you half as hard as he could.
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i’m running out of things to say at the beginning of my posts
uhm… what’s the deal with airline food?
another short one i’m sorry guys 💔 i’m attempting to get a longer fic out soon. this one i actually wanna make a p2 for so look out for that
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Prompt: Voyeurism
Earthspark!Megatron x GN human reader
Tags: reader works at GHOST/staying in GHOSTs living quarters (assuming they have any), self service
WARNINGS: NSFW
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what a sad, sad lonely old man. let’s make him a pervert
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Megatron knew this was wrong. From the deepest part of his spark he knew that nothing could excuse this behavior… but it seemed he couldn’t help it; hearing you moan his name so softly from the other side of the door had stirred up something inside of him… he could only imagine what sultry acts you were conducting on yourself as he continued to touch himself to your faint cries.
Your relationship with the mech has been… questionable. It was obvious you both harbored some type of feelings for each other, but the stubbornness from both ends always resulted in awkward glances and wistful stares instead. Megatron wished he had half the spark to tell you. He felt as if he wasn’t enough, that with your differences he wouldn’t be able to provide for you…
His name left your mouth again and he nearly began to weep. Megatron wanted nothing more than to be with you, thinking of your walls clenching around his spike as he pays extra attention to his tip. He was thankful it was late, pressed against the hallway wall so carelessly, desperately thrusting into his fist. If anyone saw him like this it would surely be the end of his dignity. At least, the very little he had left.
He sighs your name under his breath, rutting upwards a few more times before overloading onto the wall in thick, pink strings. It takes everything in him to not groan out, sinking his derma into his plush bottom lip. He tightly shuts his optics, riding out his climax, wondering what you finishing on his spike would feel like. He can only hope that one day he would get to find out.
The sounds of you pleasuring yourself are still heard from the opposite side of the walls that hid away your perfect body. He’s tempted to knock, to interrupt your alone time so you could answer with your face flushed and hair a mess. You’d blame it on something else, but he would know. Lying through your teeth in front of him? The idea of punishing you for such deception nearly made him go through with it, but he stopped himself, growling lowly and letting his spike sink back into its port.
He now looked at the mess he had made, pink slick dripping down the wall it had been splattered on. He hadn’t been prepared for this; simply walking by on his way back to his habsuite. He figured he had time to run to the nearest supply closet and grab some towels… until the horrifying sound of the slide doors opening froze him in his spot.
“Megatron?”
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Hellooooo I saw your requests were open and I FINALLY got an idea for what to request for, if it inspires you 👀 may I request some NSFW with MTMTE Megatron, Minimus, and an afab!human!reader? thank you in advance!!! And if you’re not feeling it than no worries either, thanks for reading it anyway :D
Crimson and Scarlet
Megatron x Reader x Minimus
Warnings: Oral sex, female reader
Word Count: 600+
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It was a strange shift to be held by someone nearly your own size after spending so much time surrounded by giant mechs that could easily crush you underfoot. It was comforting leaning back against Minimus’ chassis in his most irreducible form. In this frame he wasn’t much bigger than a particularly tall human, making his presence soothing in a familiar way.
His body radiated heat against your bare skin and you could hear the faint electric humming of his spark within its chamber. Under your touch his armor felt like a warm mug of tea on a cold day and it easily sent goosebumps forming across your skin as his digits trailed lovingly up and down your arms.
Minimus nuzzled against your neck, leaving soft kisses and entwining his digits with yours. His other servo slid down to rest on your thigh, nudging it to widen the space between your legs and make room for your much, much larger lover.
Megatron was a towering figure, but it was endearing watching him crouch down to be level with the two of you splayed out on the berth. The mighty Megatron, on his knees with a faint smile, delighted by the sight before him. It was difficult not to be charmed by the affectionate look he gave.
He planted his servos on either side of your body and arched over you to give Minimus a slow kiss. All you could see in your position was the broad expanse of his chassis and the delicate swirls that decorated it. Soon though you were greeted by his bright optics bathing you in a crimson glow.
Now it was your turn for a kiss. Though the difference in size made it a bit awkward, the two of you found ways to work around it. It was a bit silly the way his warm lips dwarfed your own, but it still made you smile from how sweet and gentle he had to be with you.
As much as you loved his kisses, you both knew his lips were far better suited for other tasks and he didn’t want to keep you waiting. Megatron slowly moved down your body, leaving wet kisses on your chest, your stomach, your thighs, while Minimus’ nimble servos trailed behind, caressing and kneading your soft flesh until you were practically melting into his embrace.
When he nestled his helm between your legs, Megatron glanced up to give you a little grin before opening his mouth and letting the flat expanse of his glossa glide against your already wet sex. Maybe he couldn’t be as precise with his glossa as Minimus could be, but there was something exciting about the way Megatron could practically devour you with it.
He was slow and passionate, humming in his own pleasure as he cradled your thighs in his large servos. You could feel his grip on your legs tighten, becoming more firm and possessive, but still careful not to leave a bruise.
Minimus continued to leave kisses down your neck, ending with a gentle nip at your shoulder. He whispered words of praise to you, enjoying your moans and the image of Megatron so fully engrossed in pleasing you. Your arousal only grew as he spoke of what he’d do next.
Megatron was only getting you warmed up, preparing you for his thick fingers and Minimus’ spike. You began to buck your hips against Megatron’s mouth, excited by the promise of being filled by them. You ached to feel them stretching you; to hear Minimus’ moans and watch Megatron lick his own digits clean from your desire.
You gripped Minimus’ thigh and Megatron’s helm to steady yourself as your orgasm quickly built, sending you over the edge and making your back arch with each new wave of pleasure. Minimus could feel his spike aching as it pressed against his closed panel, but now that you’d cum it was his turn to seek release, and how wonderful it would be to make you cry out in pleasure again.
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