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HIHIHI!!! I’ve been looking for D-16/Megatron fics for like a while now, (watched it on early release) and have been SUFFERING cuz there’s nothing out for him.. 😭 But then I came onto tumblr and found ur posts!!! They’ve been such HUGE comfort despite both being angst.. LOL

umum onto my ask… I was hoping to ask for a D-16/Megatron fanfic with him having an immensely huge soft spot for the reader… Practically listening and obeying their every word like it’s the last he’d hear of them.. In more specifics, I mean like D-16 (beginning) can be quite unfazed by most stuff, just being normal about other mechs and yet almost melts completely to what the reader has to say and pays attention to their every move.. Megatron on the other hand is basically the same too, despite changing and being completely different.. (the reader is basically like his second in command since he trusts them so much and they’re on his side)

D-16 / MEGATRON X READER

haii tysm :3 I tried to make this soo soft, enjoy. Also I wrote this originally while I was half asleep and the spelling was HORRIBLE idk how I was able to translate this

[ cybertronian!reader Fluff mostly, D-16 being a little angel. Orion third wheeling

As D-16, he was always by your side. You met in the mines, of course, and became friends rather quickly. You knew him as a bot who didn’t care much about others—not in a selfish way, but more in a “I’m just here to do my job” kind of way. He followed the rules, focused on the hope that one day, Sentinel would recognize his efforts and free him from the mines...all of them. He dreamed that one day, Sentinel would see their efforts and let them be among the city dwellers. If only he were created with a cog.

It came as a surprise to everyone when you two started dating, no one expected him to be the type, to be honest. In the mines, he always makes sure Orion and you are being safe. But you, specifically? He was borderline overprotective.

Then one day, the mine was caving in, but you needed just a littttle more energon to meet the day’s requirements. You were never one to not complete your daily tasks. You frantically tried to collect all the raw energon nearest to you...while the tunnel began closing in.

“Y/N, what are you doing?! Come on!” His voice strained with panic, his servo gripping your arm.

You hummed in frustration, keeping your optics on the collapsing tunnel behind you, “Hold on, just one more...I need this o-one piece..” You grit your denta as you stretched for one more chunk of rock.

You were out of time. D-16, realizing the danger, wasn’t about to let you risk it. He knew you'd get pissed about it but oh well...without a second thought, he pulled you away by your arm as his jetpack powered on. You yelped as he tossed you over his shoulder, successfully flying you out of there. Just in time actually.

When he finally set you down on your two pedes, you glanced at your cradled servos.

One single rock of raw energon.

You almost pouted.

“Dee.. this is not enough.” You mumbled, letting the rock fall from your servos.

Much to your surprise, D shook his helm.

“Hey, don’t worry about that. Look, you know what’s important?” He placed his servos on your shoulders, looking deep into your optics with such warmth that made your spark flutter “What’s important.. is that you’re okay.” He gently added, planting a small kiss to your helm.

You grinned. You thought he was so sweet, until he gently nudged your arm.

“Be thankful I saved your aft. Darkwing is probably going to give us an extra-long shift tomorrow,” He teased.

You rolled your optics. “Yeah, to make up for all the energon you made me drop.”

He shrugged, grinning. “I’d rather work a few more hours than lose you, sweet spark. I have my priorities.” He murmured, holding you close. You had the sweetest partner, you knew he wasn’t like this with anyone else.

Another thing about D is that he’s so attentive. You can talking about anything and he’ll be there, his optics never leaving your face. Maybe glancing to your lips, but that’s it. He thinks you look so great when you’re passionately talking about something. Whether you were sharing a tip or telling a story, he hung on your every word, asking questions, eager to listen. If you’re a little gremlin like Orión and enjoy sneaking around, he’s right behind you.

Insert the THREE of you--caught, waiting to possibly be yelled at by superiors.

It had all started because you wanted to explore an abandoned building and got busted in the act.

Orion coughs awkwardly. “Soo… how far down do you think they’ll send us?”

You nervously fiddled with D’s digits. “At least three levels lower.” You murmúred.

D was silent, watching your servo interlock with his. The room was quiet until he felt a pair of optics on him. He glanced up to see Orion staring. “What?”

“Oh nothing, nothing. Just watching how you never get upset at Y/N when we get caught but when it’s me, I get the five-minute silent treatment.”

“But it wasn’t Y/N's fault.”

“Yeah, Orion, I’m completely innocent. You're just jealous.” You chimed in, grinning.

“Wh-Innocent?! You insisted on staying, even when we heard guards coming towards us. Right, D??"

D hummed thoughtfully. "I think they’re pretty innocent. Accidents happen.” He shrugged, giving you a sweet grin.

“Oh, Primus…” Orion groaned.

Now let’s move onto Megatron.

He was so, so delighted to hear that you wanted to join his side in the end. You thought he loved and was obsessed with you before? He’s even worse now.

He made you his right-hand, his advisor, his confidant, his fiercest warrior—his everything. Whenever he rallied his army, promising to fix Cybertron his way, he would raise his fist as a symbol of his leadership. And yet, even in that powerful gesture, your servo was grasped in his.

He held your servo up alongside his, he was ecstatic. Sure, you might not be as..mad as he was, but you supported him, even kept him in check when necessary. If you two are the same, well you add onto each others crazy :3 (explodes)

hello everything is fine? I saw that requests are open! I would like to know if you can write headcanons for tfp (megatron, predaking, soundwave and shockwave) falling in love with a cybertronian femme, the reader is a former gladiator and scientist (extremely intelligent) who is capable of creating a black hole? thanks to his scientific skills.

TFP decepticons x femme cybertronian reader

Grrrr ty anon for the request! Kinda short but I hope you enjoy :D

Megatron: He greatly admires your battle prowess and holds a much greater respect for you than most of his soldiers. Whenever he watches you put your gladiatorial skills to use, your magnificence and brutality nearly puts him in a trance. He also finds your scientific expertise to be of great value, considering that there's only one other experienced scientist on board.

Predaking: The beastly mech is eternally greatful to the allspark for blessing him with such a powerful femme in his life. He takes great pride in knowing that your strength is nearly capable of matching his own and that you are able to defend yourself. He often seeks you out whenever he has a question, seeing as he's still learning about the world and you are a highly intelligent and esteemed scientist.

Shockwave: He doesn't show any emotion, but he is more courteous to you than to most of his colleagues. He's greatful to have someone nearly matching his intelligence in the lab with him, significantly speeding up the work. Your capability to create a black hole fascinates him, and he spends more time with you to trade knowledge and discuss scientific matters.

Soundwave: They don't get to spend too much time with you, considering you're often on missions or in the lab. Every moment they have with you is cherished, just silently relishing your presence. Soundwave might not be an emotional or reactive con, but it's clear that they've taken a liking to you and your powerful frame. Since they can't spend a lot of time with you, they'll often send Laserbeak to assist you in the lab or on the field.

Can we get a scenario for Optimus and Megatron from both Earthspark AND TFP where a young adult human (gender neutral) accidentally calls them "Dad"?

TFE&TFP Optimus and Megatron x gn reader

Grrr hi anon! I loved your request- I adore Earthspark Megs, I'm so glad you requested him. I wasn't really paying attention so idrk if these count as hcs or scenarios, but I hope you enjoy anyways!

TFP Optimus: You were discussing plans for what to do with a new relic with Optimus, when you slip up and accidentally call him dad. He abruptly stops speaking as you embarrassedly apologize to him. "I'm so sorry, it just slipped out-" You stammer. He cuts you off with a wave of his hand and a gentle smile, reassuring you that it's perfectly fine. He doesn't say it out loud, but his spark soars knowing that you see him as a father figure, and he acts more like a parent to you than ever before after this incident. He's remarkably protective of you, because deep down, he fears that he'll fail you and you'll get hurt because of him.

TFP Megatron: The two of you had surprisingly become close, and Megatron often confided his plans with you. When you called him dad in the middle of one of your discussions, you didn't even realize it at first- you just kept casually talking. Megatron, on the other hand, noticed it immediately and was confused. How could you see him as one of your kind's family members? To spare your pride, he doesn't bring it up. To be quite honest, he's flattered that you think both so highly and fondly of him, even if you didn't realize it at the time. Later, he tries to teach you some decepticon traditions in order to include you in his version of a family.

TFE Optimus: You were a new recruit for G.H.O.S.T, before they somewhat shut down their operations. The two of you got along fairly well, and during one of Optimus's grand speeches, you accidentally called him dad. Fortunately/unfortunately for you, he 100% embraces the role. The second you call him dad, he becomes insufferable. Be prepared for nonstop dad jokes and life advice. Maybe he'll take you fishing, who knows? Either way, you're not getting rid of him because he has crippling anxiety and doesn't want anything to happen to you.

TFE Megatron: You were watching over the terrans as a babysitter of sorts, when you slip up and call Megatron "dad". He smirks and laughs it off, not being surprised by it. The terrans often called him dad, on purpose or by accident, and he was relatively used to it by now. However, anytime someone calls him dad, whether it be you or the terrans, he can't help but feel a tinge of shame. He had once been seen as a father figure to Soundwave's cassettes, and he's constantly reminded of how he failed on that account. He can't bear the thought of letting you down too, so he makes a promise to himself to be better. He puts in the effort to spend more time with you after discussing the role he plays in your life, and he offers as much advice as he can. Megatron is always there when you need him, for problems big and small.

IDW Megatron x gn cybertronian reader

Dunno what this is, but I was kinda inspired by the song Dream Sweet in Sea Major and I've been trying to write more to get me out of writing block// TW-suicide attempt

Hiding behind the corner of a nearby pillar, Megatron waited for you. You came here every night, standing by the railing of an old bridge. The bridge held its shape, untouched by war. The only signs there was anything amiss was the faint city in the distant view. The city was dark, yet restless. There were only very faint lights that could be seen illuminating outlines of abandoned buildings, the ruins that survived the war. You'd sing the same song each night, staring wistfully at where the old city meets the dark horizon.

It had become a ritual of sorts. He couldn't help it, your voice nearly put him in a trance the first time he heard you. It was a relaxing familiarity, standing there, silently listening to you sing the same tune each night. Right on time, you walk over and position yourself on the bridge, arms crossed on the railing. As per usual, you sang the same song.

Alone at the edge of the universe

humming a tune

For merely dreaming we were snow

As you sang, you pulled yourself onto the railing, carefully and slowly. You put one hand on a beam for support, straightening your back and standing tall over the city.

Megatron continued to watch, a pit of worry growing in his tanks. You had never done this before, this was new... and quite frankly, it was concerning. You finished singing and took a deep breath. 'This is it', you thought to yourself. Hesitating only for a moment, you lifted one foot out in front of you, letting it dangle high off the bridge.

Watching as you slowly leaned your frame's weight forward, Megatron's vents hitched. He had seen hundreds, if not thousands of bots take their lives during the war, but this time he didn't plan on watching you fall. Not when he had the chance to change your fate.

He sprung out, running over and quickly grabbing your waist as he pulled you back. You landed in his arms with a surprised yelp, frantically looking up to see who grabbed you. You saw pain flash across his anxiety stricken face as he gently held you. You recognized him, obviously, as Megatron. Everybody knew him, but the two of you had talked once or twice before about poetry at a bar. You were by no means friends, but you were accustomed to one another.

He said nothing, gently shifting down to his knees, still cradling you in his arms. Clinging to him, you wailed and sobbed as you let your broken spark grieve everything you had lost. You grieved for your friends. Your family. Your home, the life you knew, everything that could've been, but wasn't. You cried and cried, and Megatron held you the whole time.

He longed to soothe you, to heal the pain that he had indirectly caused. Knowing he couldn't do more than he already was, he continued to hold you tight, letting his em field do the talking for him. You felt his love, his sorrow, his own grief and regrets. It surrounded you, embracing you with all that it was, all that it is, all that it ever will be.

His optics told you more than words ever could, and for the first time in centuries, you didn't feel alone. You knew you'd never be alone again. Life would begin anew, you would heal, and you would grow. Not today, not tomorrow, and not the day after that or a week from now... but one day you'd be okay.

Uhhh sorry again to all the requests decomposing in my inbox, I'll get to you eventually

Hello, for holiday fics, can i request MTMTE Bots X Reader Headcanons where its Christmas time and there's a gift exchange? Thank you!

MTMTE Bots X Reader - Gift Exchange

A/N - A-All of them?! There's… That's a lot of bots. Imma just pick a few, then if anyone wants more you can just ask me for them.

Warnings - None

Rating - T

Swerve

Swerve is far too nervous for this.

It's your first Christmas aboard the ship, and he is determined to confess his love for you. Like, he has spent every last second planning this for months.

Now that it's time though, he thinks he might purge his tanks.

What if you don't like his gift? Worse, what if you reject him? He knows you won't be mean about it, but... he doesn't want to spend his life without you. He really loves you, and nothing terrifies him more than his own feelings.

Still, here is the moment. You've given him your gift.

It was a crocheted blanket, so he'll be comfy on movie nights. When did you have time to make this? Oh wow. He presses the material to his face. It's so soft, and if he takes in some air, it smells like you. Of course it does... You've clearly spent ages making it.

Swerve hugs you and he holds on for a few seconds too long. You laugh amiably, and make a joke about being Christmas crushed.

Finally, he lets you go and bashfully presents you with his gift. It isn't wrapped very well. It must have been difficult for him, since it's relatively small. You can see where the tape has come up a few times, stripping the paper of some of its colour. All this just makes you smile more.

You tear open the gift, and it's a datapad, specially made to be human-sized. You flick on the screen and find that it's filled with music, in a specially arranged playlist.

Admittedly, Swerve doesn't know a whole lot about Earth music. He's more into TV and movies, but he knows how much you love music, so he really tried with this.

Moreover, the first word of each song creates a message, and it is a long message. It's a confession. You might have missed it, had the first word of each song not been highlighted.

You take a while to read what's written. Meanwhile, Swerve is stuck in limbo, feeling entirely sick. Part of him wants to snatch the datapad back and laugh it off like it was all a mistake or a stupid joke. Instead, he waits, trying to stop his servos from shaking by resting them on his thighs.

When you've finished reading his confession, you let your thumb glide over the first song, hitting play.

You smile, get to your feet, and approach Swerve.

"I love it," You say quietly.

Then, you kiss him.

At first, Swerve is completely taken aback. Then, his hands find their way around your back and he's holding you close, your first kiss to Nat King Cole's 'The Very Thought of You.'

Rung

Rung didn't actually want gifts. The only thing he asked for was an evening alone with you.

Normally, he's so busy with his patients, and everyone always wants time with the ship's only human, usually so they can ask you questions and place bets on what the answer will be - Rodimus is still pissed that he lost 100 shanix when you were asked what a colander was (Sufficed to say, his answer wasn't kitchen utensil for draining water).

So, that's exactly how you spend Christmas Eve with Rung. You're sat in his lap, laid back on the sofa while he reads to you from a book you chose.

His fingers gently glide over your head - You feel safe with Rung - loved - and you know that he feels the same when he's with you.

Despite that, you did get him a gift, and little do you know, he's got you one too. They will both wait for tomorrow however, as you relax into one another, with no obligation to anyone else.

The next day, you wake up atop the berth, and realise that you must have fallen asleep when Rung was reading and that he has carried you to bed.

Yet, he isn't there with you. You're just getting up when you hear him humming. Your shared hab-suite isn't like the others on the ship - it's the only one wherein the rooms are separate as if to recreate a normal Earth apartment.

So, upon getting up to explore, you find Rung in the kitchen - He's never been in here before, except when he's looking for you.

This is his gift and his surprise. He knows how much time you always put into cooking, and unfortunately, there's nobody else who could ever cook for you, which he has been led to believe is a normal part of human relationships and something most humans are grateful for.

It took a while to research the recipes, and even more time to find out what ingredients could be substituted. Moreover, Rung has spent months practising this, between meetings, and now, he's rather good at it - he always was good at following instructions and handling delicate objects.

So, your Christmas brunch is courtesy of Rung, and you make sure to tell him how delicious everything is, kissing him afterwards so he might get a taste of the wonderful meal he's made as his arms wrap around you and he presses you against the dining table.

Later, after a long, and frankly heated make-out session, you present him with his gift. It's a model ship of the only one missing from his collection - the Lost Light itself. His eyes light up when he sees it, all ready to be put together.

That afternoon, the two of you sit together and start building the miniature, all while listening to Christmas music which plays serenely in the background.

Megatron

Megatron is staring at you quite intensely. If you weren't used to him, you might think he was glaring at you.

Still, you feel like you might have done something wrong or that he hates your gift to him. It was after all, rather personal, and Megatron isn't a huge fan of PDA.

The gift in question was a song. As it turned out, Nautica was something of a musical prodigy, so with her help, you had written a song about Megatron - She had composed the tune, while you wrote the lyrics.

You assumed that by involving another bot, Megatron felt exposed; it was entirely possible that he didn't like the idea of someone else singing about him or your relationship with him.

You couldn't be further from the truth.

The truth of the matter was that Megatron loved the song. You had poured your very soul into it, and it was so much more than he could have asked for.

... And in return, he had gotten you a gift basket. Soaps, shampoos, lotions - His research had led him to believe this was the social norm on Earth. He couldn't give you that now!

How would that look? You had given him a piece of your soul, and he got you L'oriel "because you're worth it."

No. It wasn't good enough.

"Excuse me a moment, I need to retrieve something from my hab-suite," Megatron said coolly, before leaving you.

You deflated, feeling that all was lost, especially since Megatron took a good thirty minutes to return.

Yet, when he came back, he held out a datapad for you, mumbling an apology that it wasn't wrapped.

You swallowed nervously when he wouldn't meet your eye, and then you took the present reverently.

You flicked on the screen and found it open in a folder - "(Y/N)'s Poetry."

There were well over a hundred entries, all of them dedicated to you.

'The Radiance of a Smile', 'Promises of Forever', and 'Forgiveness of the Past', were just a few at the top of the list. Even more surprising was the fact that a great many of them were written before the two of you began dating. When you looked at the earlier entries, you saw how Megatron's feelings towards you had come about and evolved into something more.

You were speechless, yet on your face, Megatron was pleased to see that you knew how he felt for you, and that your love for him was just as much of a weight, though it was one you were glad to bear.

Hcs for dating IDW Tarn, Deathsaurus, and Megatron

Tarn: He would only date you if you were a con. No exceptions.

Not a fan of pda, but if some other bot tries to flirt with you, he'll "take care" of them. He'll then proceed to keep his servos on you for the rest of the night to ensure that it doesn't happen again. A servo on your back, an arm around your waist, a hug from behind, you name it!

Would only use your real name around others, but in private he'd probably call you some scrap like "My pet" or "dolly". (Don't ask why. Also, major ick imo)

He won't treat you very differently from the rest of his crew, but he might be a little more lenient when it comes to you completing any assignments. He expects you to work as hard as anyone else would "for the cause" but you're definitely his favorite

Deathsaurus: He'd prefer to date a decepticon, but he's also not entirely opposed to someone from another faction. You'd have to be pretty special though.

Big pda mech! He firmly believes in expressing his love in whatever way possible, usually meaning he'll be found holding your servo or waist. As we all know, he has a strict "no secrets" policy, meaning he'll introduce you to his troops as soon as he can. lowkey just wants an excuse to show you off

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he loves pet names! Darling, sweetspark, dear, my love, my spark- he's got a bunch of 'em for you. If you call him any of these back, he'll be grinning to no end.

Obviously, if you want to be with him, you'll have to respect his crew and his troops. He won't tolerate you or anyone else treating them like scrap. If you're kind and supportive of his troops, and get along with them well, he'll fall for you so damn hard and fast. He's a sucker for a responsible, productive, and capable bot that'll pull their weight.

Megatron: He's fine with dating any faction, though there might be some guilt lingering in the back of his mind if you're a con.

Not big on pda, or physical affection in general. His love language is probably acts of service, like helping you out with some of your tasks. He's not big on pet names, but he might call you "dear" sometimes. He doesn't mind any pet names or nicknames you give him though.

He'll give you datapads with his poetry sometimes, and he might even recite it out loud for you as you get closer. He'd be helm over heels for you if you're into poetry and write some for him as well- it'll hang on the wall in his room and he'll have it memorized. Even if you're not into poetry, he still enjoys spending quality time with you. It's nice for him to not feel judged or scrutinized around someone for once.

Imagine femme bot reader being a hugger/cuddler. Femme reader is also lovable, short, and childish, so they get a lot of admirers.

No continuity or characters were given here but my brain just immediately went "Earthspark" and imagined Femme!Reader is also just a really loving and supportive teacher to the Terrans. LOTS of hugs and pats on the back when the kiddos do a good job. Not to mention every single Cybertronian in this continuity needs a hug I stg

Content Warning: Mentions of PTSD in this one. TBF that's probably a warning for a LOT of my stuff - there's robots be traumatized.

The Earthspark!Autobots recruiting a Femme!Autobot who is a smol, energetic cuddler would include...

Optimus has always been pretty casual about giving his cohorts pats on the back/side hugs/etc, but they don't so often respond to him as enthusiastically as you. They see him as this larger than life thing,  so it makes him really happy that you're so relaxed around him. Between that and how you make sure the Terrans receive physical reassurance, and the two of you become fast friends.

Elita-1 doesn't really initiate hugs, being more of a words person, but once she adjusts to how physical you are she will crush you with affection in return. She immediately gets the sort of bot you are and recognizes your warmth as strength. She will call anybody out who assumes your childish nature makes you naive. Speaking of which....

Megatron has zero idea how to deal with it when you straight up hug him in front of everybody for the first time, and it shows on his shocked face in a way he may never live down. During the war, he never let anybody that close, and while he's mellowed out a great deal now, most bots would be afraid or at least cautious to try being so affectionate with him. He's likely the most prone to assuming your demeanor means you're innocent, even if you've actually suffered from the war as much as anybody else.

Wheeljack ends up asking you for advice on being more open and warm with Twitch - it's not something that comes naturally to him, and he can tell physical reassurance does her a lot of good. You help him out and in return he often has a new gadget for you as a thank you present... to mixed results.

Bumblebee is the most hesitant around you at first - the last thing they need is another child running about, for Primus' sake. Autobots need to be mature and professional. But eventually, he realizes nothing about your sunny disposition keeps you from doing the job at hand just as well as the rest of the team, and from there it doesn't take him long to get attached. 

Arcee is the most like you in disposition AND size, so you two immediately click. She's not as much of a hugger as you, but will respond enthusiastically to a hug by straight up LIFTING you off the ground and swinging you about. The terrans LOVE when you two are teaching, because you're the most encouraging and least intimidating duo of any of the Autobots.

Please, for the love of Primus, give Grimlock a hug. He's not going to openly ask for one, but he needs one badly. He never acts too excited when you hug him but also never backs away or tells you to stop... and you notice the more you comfort him, the more likely he is to come to you when he's had a rough flashback or is otherwise just feeling out of sorts, and not so subtly sit or bend over in a way that makes it easy for you to reach up and hug him.

IDW Megatron, Cyclonus, Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus x cybertronian reader

No description of reader, but you are implied to be a larger bot

You're a very physical bot- often disregarding personal space. Of course, your touches are innocent, but that doesn't stop the crew from each reacting in their own manner.

Megatron: W h a t. Poor bot doesn't know how to respond. You had grabbed Megatron's hips on either side and gently moved him without a second thought so you could get to the door, leaving the poor mech to wonder what just happened. Her touch starved aft was not expecting that, rendering him frozen in place for the next short while.

Ultra Magnus: You had wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up slightly to look over his shoulder while he worked, effectively catching him off guard. Would probably scold you and/or give you a lecture on "respecting people's personal space". Minimus on the other hand...

Minimus Ambus: For as much attention as he gets in his suit, he's still almost as touch starved as Megatron. He had asked you to grab something off a high shelf for him, and you happy obliged. What he didn't expect, however, was for you to place a firm servo on his shoulder as you got whatever he needed. He almost missed the moment you handed it to him, causing him to become flustered and mumble a quick "Thank you" before hurrying out of the room.

Cyclonus: Oof, even you know better than to touch him without permission. But one time, some bot decided it would be funny to jumpscare you, causing you to flee behind Cyclonus and wrap your arms around his torso. He shot you the absolute nastiest glare before you sheepishly let go. He'd never admit it, but he's flattered that you feel safe enough around him to look to him for protection.

Your description says any continuity so I hope Earthspark is ok. Can we please get Megatron watching s/o be very soft and letting their guard down around the Terrans. Or maybe an after interaction maybe if you don’t wanna do a Megatron pov. Just some fluff really. I love soft autobot Megs.

SOFT MEGS SOFT MEGS!!!!! so yeah this ended up being a straight up fic welp

"Soft" wasn't a disposition that came easily for Megatron. 'After so many years of commanding respect by being made of stone', one might think, but truly warmth and kindness wasn't something he'd ever been taught to lose. Of course, Optimus was far more practiced at being kind than he was, but more often than not he also kept a certain distance as a leader, a representative of Cybertron for the people of Earth, a palpable beating spark but nevertheless one behind armor.

So how did you manage it?

He'd watch you play with the terrans like you were one of their own siblings... albeit with a little more common sense under your belt. Laughing and hugging and finding little moments to weave lessons into your words without ever seeming like you were talking down to them. Another bot might mistake it for naivete, but Megatron had known you - loved you - for aeons. He knew you'd seen almost as much darkness as he had (some by his own hand - he'd finally began to not let the guilt push you away, but he'd never fully forget that, never take your grace for granted) so how could you now be... like this?

"I'm relaxing because I never got to," you tell him when he finally finds the words to ask you outright. "The war is over. Yes, we're still picking up a few pieces, but I want this next generation to have peace. I...want to finally have peace."

And before he can overthink that, you gently take his hand in both of yours and lead him towards the others. "Peace with you, if you'll let me."

Pairing: D-16/Megatron x gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: After witnessing your conjunx endura descend into madness, you're left alone with your thoughts as the city of Iacon slowly begins to rebuild anew. However, your lover visits you the night he was banished from the city.  Warnings/Tags: Bittersweet, slight angst, cybertronian reader, pre-established relationship, possible corruption, ambiguous ending, and spoilers for the Transformers One movie.  Word Count: 1200+ words 

Something was wrong. 

You knew something was wrong when you felt something burst within your spark chamber. Your digits brushed against the space where your T-cog would be and…

You winced as the pain shot through the bond again. You could describe it as the feeling of sharp pieces of Energon flowing through your circuits. Hot and angry, then as somber as ice. 

Working in the Energon mines meant that danger could be lurking around the corner at any given moment. 

You understood this fact well, especially when working in the same crew as your sparkmate and his best friend. 

The rambunctious duo always had something going wrong for them as the cycles passed. Sometimes you ended up with the short end of the stick when you joined in on the 'fun.' On the other, you were watching from the sidelines as the two would get punished for their (mostly Orion's) schemes. The emotions shared through the bond were as warm as joy, slight pinches coming from D's annoyance, and the gentle touch of the love you two shared discreetly. 

So, why were you only sensing pain? 

What was happening to your lover? Was he safe? Did someone hurt him? Where was Pax while your conjunx endura's chaotic turmoil nearly made your optics teary? 

Where was he? 

Where was D-16? 

—--

Orion was shorter….the last time you interacted with him. 

Now? He easily towered over the crowd like a sore digit. You were beside yourself as your strained audials to listen to his words. 

Betrayal, Sentinel, Change. 

They were empowering, not quite heavy but it certainly stirred hope among the miners as they cheered. 

But, what of D-16? 

For a moment, Orion's optics met yours and confirmed your fears.

Something had happened to D-16. 

Here in the open for all of the citizens of Iacon to see was the fall of Sentinel Prime. His end? An impostor sharing the face of your mate who claimed the title of 'Megatron.' 

Who was this stranger with the face of your lover and why couldn't you feel him through the bond anymore? 

You remembered trying to tug at the bond, pulling and twisting to get something to react in response to your desperation. Your optics never strayed from the figure who stood above all of you. 

Yet, nothing came. Wait…

You could have sworn you saw 'Megatron's' optics scanning the crowd before they found their way to yours. 

Time slowed for the first time and you tried to search for anything, something in that stranger's optic for any presence of D-16. 

For a moment, the fiery glow of those optics dimmed. 

Then….

He turned away and never looked back in the direction where you stood again. 

Not even after Orion Pax, now Optimus Prime, banished him from Iacon. 

Your spark broke that day. 

Darkness covered the desolate area where most miners spend their nights in recharge. You stood before your conjunx endura berth, digits caressing the chipped stickers he had collected over time of his idol. The lights shining from your optics misted and you leaned closer to rest your forehelm on the space that once belonged to D-16. 

"____." A voice spoke from behind you.

You spun around and threw a punch, but the massive servo enveloping your servo stunned you. 

"D…?" You murmured in disbelief. 

'D-16' narrowed his optics and didn't respond when you pulled your servo out of his. 

"It's...Megatron now." 

"Right, right, sorry…I'm a little late on the new…this," You threw your hand up to gesture to his shiny, new frame. 

'Megatron' didn't appear amused at your sass and even drew closer to you. His steps felt daunting with each step he took as if the ground of the miners quarters would buckle beneath his weight. 

Backing up against the berth put into perspective how smaller you were compared to the mech. Megatron stepped closer and closed the distance between the two of you. He raised a servo near your faceplate, a low growl left his intake as you turned defiantly. 

"Did you not see why I had to do this? Why I had to become-" 

"-Ha!" You snorted and snapped your helm to look at him. "You mean when I tried 'seeing' you earlier? I'm pretty sure I wasn't the one who cut off their sparkmate from the bond  for no reason." 

"And another thing." You pushed against the edges of the berth and stepped forward with your chassis bumping against his. The larger mech could easily shove you back, but retreated as you approached. The silver mech mesmerized by the way your optics flickered into a darker shade only to snap out of it when you questioned him with, "Why did you return to me? Why now? I was certain you'd abandon me-" 

"-do you think so lowly of me as well?!" Megatron pushed back. His servo stretched to catch you when you stumbled, but dropped it when you flinched from his approaching touch. 

His servo was clenched as he drew it back to his side. Digits rubbed together to replace the lack of heat that usually came from your frame held under his grasp.

With a tilt of your helm, you asked, "I don't know anymore…one moment I'm happy spending the rest of my days with my sparkmate, but he disappears, and then returns as a power-hungry tyrant…what else am I supposed to think of you, D…no…Megatron?" 

Megatron did not speak, not that he knew how to. 

Silence fell upon the lovers, neither willing to break the tension. Not until now. 

"I came here…to see you," D-16 yielded. His soft voice easing the suspicion gnawing at you ever since he arrived, finally your frame went lax as his face became familiar. This was your conjunx endura, the one you bonded with and not whoever was there previously. 

"To ask if you'll join me, my love." 

"What?" You hissed. 

"Come with me," Megatron urged. "I have risked everything coming back here for you and I will not ask again." 

You brought a servo to your helm and felt a pit grow in your tanks. 

"Join me because I promise you…" Megatron leaned down to hold your gaze, "...the next time we see each other will be the end of us." 

"I…" You glanced at his servo that reached for you, most likely for the last time. Your optical ridges furrowed and Megatron's optics shimmered with delight as your servo fell over his. The larger servo enveloped the smaller one and pressed the palm of your servo against his spark chamber. Right over the area where Sentinel's previous cog was ripped out of him. 

The memory struck a chord in you. Becoming the thing to make you sober from the high of what this relationship could have been. Should have been. 

It could still happen, only if you said yes…but what fate would fall on Iacon if you joined the one bot desiring the destruction of the new era? 

Megatron watched the conflict swimming on your face, his thumb caressing the back of your servo as the other came up to settle on your waist. 

After a while, you gave him your answer. 

😼 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. cybercore/punk banner(s) by @kodaswrld !!

megatron x human breeding kink?? i bet he fucks like a tyrant >:3c

i was inspired by my beloved friend @megatrondontpullout and their wife

Perhaps getting so casual with the Decepticons wasn't a good idea. It was hard not to. They had been kidnapping you on and off for years now, and you were no longer the terrified, knock-kneed teen that would cower at the sight of a Decepticon brand. You're a full-grown adult, job and everything! You've grown used to giant, metal fingers scooping you up in a rush, careful not to crush you lest they get your tiny flesh guts all in their seams.

Even Megatron was more of a friendly acquaintance than a real threat. At least, that's the impression you had after so long. You've practically sat on his lap while he yelled orders from his throne, although you were an unwilling prisoner at the time. Unfortunately, after you had developed further into your body and into maturity, Megatron seemed too nervous to place you on his thigh anymore. A shame, really, because you much preferred the hubbub of the bridge to the bored ramblings of Frenzy guarding the brig.

So you had totally dropped your guard by the time you had graduated high school, and with that dropped any fear of Megatron and his Decepticons.

Apparently that wasn't such a good idea, but you couldn't exactly help it. Megatron never struck you as the type to take advantage of a captive, as ironic as that seems. The thick spike stretching you to the limit would beg to differ, though.

"What will your dear Autobots say when you are bearing my sparklings? More loyal warriors for my cause," His dirty talk is strange, but it stokes an undeniable fire in your veins. There's only so many times you can be taken hostage and used as a bargaining chip by the same giant alien before you start to have wet dreams about him. You were delighted to find his spike is just as heavy and thick as you imagined, little lights pulsing along the sides. The ridges nearly drive you mad with the pleasure they invoke.

"You're going to regret being so smart with me, flesh lump." You're going to have to get snarky more often, if it means Megatron will hold you down and fuck you like this. His spike hadn't even looked like it would fit, but it fills you just right. Okay, it does burn just a bit, but Megatron's predatory grin more than makes up for the ache you know you'll have. If getting knocked up with his mech kids means he'll treat you like this all the time, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Megatron overloads, his hips flush with the back of your thighs, spike pressing all the wonderful parts of you that were so neglected. God, when was the last time someone made you feel this good? The Nemesis' alarms blare a warning of enemy attack, but you're too busy wrapping your arms and legs around Megatron's bulky frame to notice.

Tfp Megatron and Optimus w cybertronian crush who's nervous n fidgety around them and when they ask reader why it's actually cause they have a size kink

Nsfw please

i was writing these then had NO IDEA how to end them so if its abrupt i apologize. Thanks for the request :)

Warnings: NSFW, GN Bot reader

Megatron:

Of course you would have the taste to find his frame to be satisfying, his loyal Decepticon soldier. Truly, the only reason the title of second in command goes to Starscream rather than you, is for the sake of your own safety. There is not a single spark more worthy of being by his side. But why waste yours in meaningless battles when that treacherous seeker will fill the spot and leave you unharmed.

Megatron is sure of himself when these thoughts surrounding you cross his mind, it’s hard not to be certain of how far he would go to protect you when you are so lovely taking his spike beneath him.

Any words you attempt to utter are rendered merely broken whines on the warlord’s audials, only the sounds accompanying them being his own grunts and the sound of his spike sinking into your valve.

Your optics are half lidded, mouth agape in a beautifully blissed out expression that has him fighting a grin with gritted teeth. He has half the mind to bear down over you, press his chassis over yours to bring his spark as close as possible to yours as he can. To hold you down and show you what unimaginable strength a frame like his holds, but you seem to be enjoying things as they are and with the current position, he can watch your heat envelope his spike as you greedily buck your hips.

Optimus:

There is no room for lies when his optics meet yours, and that’s what has him sheepishly admitting to himself that he also finds his relatively large size pleasing. 

Something about the way your smaller frame drives him to swear to destroy all that threatens your happiness, something about the way he can pick you up by your hips and bring you into him easily during private moments like these leave the Prime invigorated. 

Nothing in this universe could touch the pure unadulterated hunger he has for you as he pushes your back to the wall, your pedes secured around his hips. Not the voice that reminds him of his duties, not the one calling him to be gentle, he knows that’s not what you want anyways. 

Even if he could not read between the lines of your previous nervous behaviors, he would have noticed by now. 

The size of his spike against your open interface has you groaning, your dainty servos digging into his chassis, begging him to do something about the indescribable heat between the two of you. 

He relents, pressing his spike into you with one languid movement. The warmth from before rages into an unstoppable fire within his chassis, the feeling of your valve tight on his spike enough to force him to push the servo not holding you up to bear his weight against the wall. The room is filled with your admittedly alluring whining invents as you accommodate his size. Optimus waits, enraptured enough to feed his patience for eternity as long as he could watch your face through it all.

Hey how are you? I’m stoked to see your requests open!

I would like to request a TFP Megatron x female human reader story where Megs and reader have comfort sex after Reader thought that he would die. Feel free to make the intimacy as soft or rough as suits you with the request idea, I’m pretty much happy with anything including detail or no detail or length of the fic <3 and if you mind the request for whatever reason I completely understand and respect it. I still appreciate you doing requests and all of that and have enjoyed your work thus far <3

I'm good! Trying to figure out why my motivation runs away from me, but I'm happy you were able to get this in <3 I maybe ran with the prompt a little but mostly just making some things vague! Thank you for the request and for enjoying my work :)

Warnings: NSFW, GN Human reader, idk if it counts but injuries? Megs isn't gravely hurt but he is hurt (he just doesn't care)

“Don’t stop,” Megatron breathlessly commands, each syllable bordering on guttural. One of his claws drags lines into the berth with each frenzied thrust of your soft flesh over his spike. The majority of his frame’s weight rests on the elevated half of the berth and groans with each effort he makes to lean into you. 

You hesitate for a moment, searching for any flicker of pain over his face only to find frustration.

He growls with effort at your pause, “They are nothing but a few scratches, now continue.”

Between your thighs Megatron’s spike is fully erect and flush against your sex; each ridge edges into your flesh in the most ecstasy-invoking way possible to draw breathy sighs from your throat with the resumed roll of your hips. The heat generated by proxy of both your actions and you harboring a majority of the effort brings a sheen of sweat to your forehead and down the valley of your bare back, but you can’t find it within yourself to care so long as you get to finish. 

Being so wanton when the warlord beneath you is in such awful condition feels wrong, but you push down any reservations for the sake of pleasing him and yourself. He did ask for you, personally, before a medic. Besides, when has what Megatron calls–with slight miscalculation in your opinion–‘a few scratches’ ever stopped him from getting what he wants?

Impulsively you turn in his lap to make eye contact with his intense optics. The only thing stopping you is the long running gash across his chassis, completely unhindered in its bleeding. The deep colored energon seeps into the crevices of the armor plate’s joints in streams, and mentally you can do nothing but flinch imagining the wound crossing your own body in its wide and jagged glory before forcing your eyes up to his dark face.

He’s clearly somewhere in between an intense fury for his lost battle and for being rendered unable to fully indulge you and in you. The pain that must be burning across the length of the torn gunmetal gray above his spark chamber doesn’t even seem to cross his mind–not a single sharp inhale or pained grunt spared. Only low groans pushed through razor teeth down over his mangled Decepticon brand make it to your blood-roaring ears. 

You try to pick up your pace, ignoring the ache coursing up your inner thighs to chase your release. The amount of lubricants produced by both you and Megatron offers you slight ease in your motions, but not enough to make up for your faltering speed.

Megatron’s frame creaks, making him curse, as he reaches to wrap a careful claw around your midsection. Your fingers rush to grasp onto his tapered fingers while he sets his own tempo, using your plush thighs to get off. The increase pushes you closer to your orgasm, and your legs instinctively clench around his girth. 

He groans your name, grasp tightening around your waist while his spike twitches and he overloads. The movement of his hand–and thus the movement of your body over his–grows as he rides out his climax and brings you to yours. The heat settled low and heavy in your stomach goes unacknowledged as pure adrenaline rushes through your veins, a cry bubbles from your lips, and your hips buck over the most malleable part of Megatron’s body. 

His hold is the only thing that keeps your slumping body upright as he lifts you off from straddling his spike to rest on the non-shredded portion of his chassis. You think to protest considering his condition, but the words die on your lips when you imagine having an argument in either of your states. 

Megatron offers nothing further after setting you down other than his hand remaining around you protectively and lidded optics focused solely on you.

the titan’s victory, 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍

summary. Megatron finally succumbs to your relentless teasing, but you’ve bit off far more than you can chew.

warnings. earthspark megatron, human female reader, mass displacement, reader is kind of a whiny brat (on purpose), a bit of a voice kink (maybe? but that might just be in my head), outdoors sex, intercourse, manhandling, cussing (cybertronian and english lol)

authors note. old man megs is the air that i breathe. maybe a part two???

He’s done it all: from cutting conversations short, to giving you the cold shoulder, and even outright distancing himself whenever you’re close by, but you just don’t give up. He never imagined that something so small could seize his senses and spin his circuits into a whirlwind, yet your constant teasing and unabashed gazes had finally pushed him to the brink.

At a safe distance from Ghosts headquarters (a precaution he took seriously), he had you completely undone. With his mass displacement revealed, he had you perched on his lap, entirely exposed to his gaze and touch, relishing the raw mews and pleas that escaped your lips as he indulged you.

With a steady grip on your hips to hold you in place, he buried his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply to ensure your scent lingered with him for days to come.

“Meg’s, please—” you attempt to plead once more, but his mouth is swift to respond, his lips and tongue pressing against your skin with fervor, transforming your words into nothing more than soft, breathy moans.

"You've had your fun, lass," he grunted, his other hand cradling the back of your head as he placed a few more kisses along your neck. "Now it’s time for me to have mine."

As he drew back from your neck, his attention shifted to your chest. Your soft breasts rose and fell with each breath, your nipples hardened from both desire and the gentle night breeze that caressed your skin. With both hands, he eagerly cradled each mound, his mouth hungrily searching for one of your nipples to draw into his warm mouth.

“Megatron!” you cried out, writhing as his hands explored your chest. But when a low growl rumbled from his throat and he delivered a stiff bite to your nipple, you instantly froze in place.

Glancing down, you catch the warning in his glare, and even though a retort is poised on the tip of your tongue, you suppress it by biting your lip, hoping the look of desperation reflected in your gaze is enough to appease him.

To your dismay, he presses on, seemingly unfazed, as if he had anticipated your compliance all along. While you take his warning seriously, you can’t help but give his hips a playful nudge with yours as a subtle way to push back and have the final word. He chuckles at your defiance but doesn’t relent, moving from one breast to the other to ensure each receives equal attention.

You feel a surge of annoyance, but another bite and the gentle roll of your nipple between his teeth sends your eyes rolling back in pleasure. Your hands instinctively reach out to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer as desire takes over once again.

A certain amount of time has slipped away unnoticed, and after ensuring that each breast is swollen and flushed from his attentions, he finally stops to rest his hands on your hips, holding you close.

A wave of anticipation washes over you, and just when you expect him to finally make that move you’ve been yearning for, he redirects his attention back to your neck, eliciting a frustrated whine from you.

"You're just being mean now, Meg's," you huff, and this time, your words succeed in making the mech actually laugh.

“Oh, believe me, lass,” he begins, his voice laced with a hint of malice that sends a shiver through you, making your thighs tremble. “You don’t want to see what I’m like when I’m mean. Now, lift those hips of yours and quit your whinin’ before you change my mind.”

You don’t need to be told twice; and within seconds, your body is pressed against his once more, and this time, you can finally feel all of him.

You steal a quick glance down at his spike nestled between your stomachs, hard and rigid.

“Oh, yes,” You whisper before he lifts your hips himself this time, “Yes!” You hiss again under your breath as you feel his tip align with your entrance.

“Brace yourself, little one,” he commands softly in your ear as he begins to guide himself inside you. However, just as the tip barely breaches your entrance, you tense up as you loose your breathe, stopping him from entering you any further as you squeeze his tip so tightly, he nearly fumbles his hold on you.

“Breathe, human,” he growls, his grip on your hips firm as his digits press into your skin. His body tenses in response to the way your opening clings to his tip, the intensity of the moment palpable between you.

He holds his position until your breathing finally steadies, but the way your body instinctively shifts, pleading for him to move, pushes him over the edge.

“Fragging femme,” he snaps, his voice low and intense. “I’m already fighting the urge to tear you apart. Now do as I say and breathe!”

You take a deep, rigid breath, struggling to follow his instruction, but you try to rest your forehead against his shoulder, closing your eyes to concentrate on your breathing.

Oh god, oh god. This is just the tip, how is he gonna the rest of himself inside?

You expect no response to your silent worries, but a minute goes by and suddenly you’re taken aback when you feel cool lips gently brush against your forehead.

“Doin’ so good for me, lass. I just need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?” His complete three-sixty catches you off guard for half a second before you’re melting into him and nodding your head against his shoulder.

Breathe in. Breath out.

You continue this rhythm until your breath begins to steady, and just as your body feels like it might relax completely, you sense his hands reassert their hold on your hips, and he resumes his movements.

"That's right, such a good little thing for me," Megatron hisses, feeling you gradually envelop him until he is fully inside you, your body fitting perfectly against him.

A brief pause envelops you both, filled with a sense of relief and satisfaction as you exhale softly together… until Meg’s ruins it.

“Look at that, who knew a spike stuffed in her tight cunt, was all she needed to behave.”

Motherfucker.

You squeeze. You clench as hard as you can for as long as you can, savoring the sensation of Megatron being the one now gasping for breath.

After gripping tightly until your muscles ache, you finally relax, a sense of pride and achievement washing over you. Until that moment of satisfaction is abruptly interrupted by a sudden sharp slap against your backside, causing you to gasp in surprise.

“You’re gonna regret that, lass.”

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　　　　　𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙃𝙐𝘽𝘽𝙔

　　　TFP! MEGATRON x female reader

　『　megatron ,, some random kid 』

　-> megatron goes to the grocery store

　— fluff ,, sfw

　— this is just a silly little series of megatron being a house husband

　＜　two ,, three ,, four ,, five ,, six ＞

list in his servo, the warlord glared at the bright red letters above the building. "SUPERMARKET" it had read, letters big as though they were shouting at him. he never liked going to the store, no matter how much he needed to go. he growled to himself and began his walk into the store. he grabbed the nearest shopping, making his way down the first aisle. he never liked the strange stares people would give him, especially since he had tried to kill the entire human race before.

he grabbed the items needed from their places on the shelf, placing them in the cart in an orderly manner. he kept to himself, only wanting to make the trip as quick as he possibly could. he didn't want to be around for too long, only having enough self-control to keep his intake shut for so long. more people went fish-eyed when he walked towards the frozen meats section, as though he were shopping for people to eat instead of the ground beef he had picked up.

however, when a certain song came onto the speakers, one he was too familiar with, he couldn't stop the low and gruff hum that he had tuned. most would mistake him for growling, if they hadn't known him so well. and that is what most people did. assume he was growling at them. he wondered why humans couldn't just accept him now. he's redeemed himself many times. helping out in the neighborhood with things, thrown parties to fit in with human traditions.

he's been to this same supermarket for many times and hasn't even hurt a single person. it was insane how they all cowered away from him, pushing their carts away. the only humans that really ever enjoyed his presence were his wife, and children. his wife was for obvious reasons. she had seen past his facade of being the warlord he showed, and instead sought for the lonely poetic lover inside of him. few managed to see that side of him. children only liked him because he was different, not human, and very tall. though his digits were sharp and pointy, children loved to be held by him.

which had soon grown into a love for the small humans. he kept thinking about how he had wanted one, but his wife had said 'no', much to his dismay. though he wouldn't force her to do anything that she didn't wish for. he couldn't ever think about such things. it would hurt his spark.

as megatron walked up to the cashiers, he mentally groaned at the long lines. this quick trip would take longer than he had wanted. much longer than he wished. which would mean that he would have to endure more people gawking at him. he had the urge to growl at such unluckiness, until a little kid had walked over to him.

big green eyes stared wide in adoration and wonder, as megatron's own red optics stared back. confusion grew over him, of who's kid this was and what he was doing around the warlord. "excuse me, mister or, um, ma'am," the kid had grabbed onto his servo, surprising megatron. "i need help finding my mommy. i lost her in the store and now i dont know where she is." his lip trembled into a small pout.

oh how megatron's spark ached at the sight. a helpless child coming to him for help. and with those big green eyes, he just couldn't resist. megatron sighed before nodding, "not to worry," he said, voice gruff but soft to soothe the child, "i'll assist you in finding your mother."

and that is where the shenanigans had begun. the child running through the aisles and around megatron himself, trying to find his mother. he had spewed random nonsense, of which megatron hadn't really cared to remember. he only let the child talk, humming in response and grabbing items that were on sale. he did enjoy the child's company, which was rare as parents wouldn't let their kids around him. but when children do occasionally come near, his spark tightens in his chassis, how brave they are and how gentle they can be.

"and than, i went pew pew, and they were all, like, aHHh!!!" he giggled as he recovered his most recent dream. "it was so fun! but then i had to wake up." his lips formed a pout, eyes staring up at megatron. the cybertronian only nodded, taking note of the few bits he had tuned in. "interesting," was all that he had said. the kid's lips reformed themselves into a bright smile, skipping alongside the aisle. "so, what do you do, sir?" he asked, gazing around at the different cereal flavors that had passed by.

"nothing, i stay at home." megatron replied, grabbing a certain brand he knew his wife had liked. "lucky, i have to go to school, so i can't stay at home." the kid giggled, before something caught his eye. he stopped, frozen in place as he looked around. "hey, mister? can we go over there?" he pointed to another aisle, "i think i just saw my mom." megatron had nodded before taking his cart down the next aisle, the kid following along. and he was sure right. his mom stood there, gazing at different pasta brands and talking to someone on her phone. it would have seemed that the kid had slipped away when she was looking around, and got lost.

said child had ran to his mom, surprising her as he hugged her side. he started to blabber again, megatron not paying attention. scarred lips turned up in a smile, and optics dimming as he stared at the two. the mother gave a quick 'thank you' for returning her child, before continuing along. megatron could feel his spark tighten, hoping that one day, he too, could have a child. someone to care for and love, to watch grow up and teach.

megatron had soon turned his cart around and headed back towards the front part of the store. once getting to the cashiers, he groaned to himself at how much longer the lines had gotten. maybe he would be here for more then what he had planned.

TF Titty Headcanons Pt. 2

❏* — warnings — sub/bottom characters(decepticons) + dom/top reader + robotitties + lactation + praise + boobjobs + masochism + piercings + Starscream is a narcissist + size kink + mommy kink + breeding kink + Megatron definitely rewards his top soldiers with his body + in this world you're either a creamer or squirter +

❏* — a/n — pt 1 got so much positive feedback so I'm just happy that I was able to do a part 2!! And if I do a part 3 I'll most likely do the autoboobies again

also omfg I wrote

➾ DECEPTICONS

✦ Megatron - Contrary to popular belief, Megs has average sized boobs for a mech his size, but they still seem pretty damn huge to most since not many mechs are his size. That is until you compare them to another mech's like Optimus (say whatever you want but Optimus outboobs Megatron). Megs doesn't care too much about his tits, seeing them as just protoform sitting on his chassis, but he does like to have them played with once in a while.

Megatron only interfaces with his top soldiers, and even only the best of the best get to see their lord's magnificent rack. When he does 'face with them, he always orders them to treat him like any other mech they would fuck, the feeling of being treated like a fling always getting to his head. Despite how meaningless his refineries are to him, his partners see them as an absolute blessing. The lucky shmuck who's not only able to be graced with the sight of Megs' boobs and also being able to feel them up will never forget it. His tits have a subtle softness to them that's fucking amazing, perfect for shoving their helm into. Megatron is surprising pretty vocal, letting out gruff moans whenever his tits are fondled with. And every single time, without fail, his crimson optics will be locked onto his partner's as if he were teasing them.

Something the Megs is very willing to do is give boobjobs to his decepticons that are doing an exceptionally good job at taking down any autobot forces. He'll reward them by lifting his tits up and down the mech's shaft, keeping eye contact as his optics are blazing with unspent charge. And if Primus themself has blessed a mech, they'll be treated to Megatron lavishly sprawled across a wide berth, clutching the sheets as a spike ruts into him, striking as many nodes as possible with greedy servos all over his tits, feeling them as much as they can. Megatron's optics dim as he shivers from the pleasure of having his subordinate treat him as just some random fling. His vocalizer releases moans becoming slightly higher pitched the more his nozzles are twisted and pulled on and he just can't wait to do this again.

✦ Soundwave - With the decepticon third-in-command may be hiding many secrets about himself, his tits are most definitely one of those secrets. Soundwave's tits are big and busty, a more gray color. He's one of the few mechs who actually lactate, and when he does, it's usually not too much energon but it can leave his tits feeling very sensitive. He's usually able to deal with it himself, but when it gets too much those are the times he'll seek out partners the most.

Everyone who's slept with Soundwave have the same exact thoughts. He has the best tits they've ever come across. Soundwave doesn't think too much of his boobs, yet whenever people get to feel them up and lap up any energon leaking, they'll never want to go back to drinking energon normally again. Mechs who get to feed off of Soundwave's leaking titties always grope them slowly with their servos, massaging them nicely as they coax more energon out. Usually, Soundwave turns his vocalizer off since he isn't too fond of making noise from pleasure, but it's so obvious how good he's feeling when his whole entire frame is trembling and the way he tries to sneakily press his digits into his leaking valve.

Whenever Soundwave begins to lactate and has a mech sucking on his nozzle, he can't help but feel something maternal in his code to get sparked up by anyone suitable, to have transfluid pumping into his forge, to carry sparklings that'll one day need to feed from him too. When he gets like this, he becomes more shameless when interfacing, doing everything in his power to get the mech pumping their spike into him to pump in a heavy load of transfluid too. He'll do everything he needs to do, whether it be tightening his valve callipers, rocking his hips back into thrusts more, or pushing his tits further into his partner's faceplate. As long as it'll result in transfluid spills into his forge he'll be happy. And he won't be satiated with just one overload. Even when his partner needs a break from fucking, he'll just find himself on top of them, working his servo up and down their shaft before it retracts as he strakes them back to full pressurization, just before sinking back down on it all over again.

✦ Starscream - Starscream has slightly smaller than average titties, but in his opinion, it's the shape that matters, and not the size. He's very right about that when it comes to his tits. His tits are a dark grey that match his face and are perky with a surprising amount of bounce to them.

As the #1 narcissist of all Cybertronians, Screamer absolutely prizes his boobs. While he might start angrily huffing when his tits are fondled by his partners, it's all a farce. He's an absolute slut for having his boobs played with. Whenever he's self servicing, while his digits are busy circling his node, his other servo is gliding over his cockpit, sliding upwards until he feels soft and sensitive protoform. He lets out soft pants, his plump lips falling open as his optics narrow to slits-- he would never get tired of it.

Whenever Screamer's partners want to touch his tits, he always snaps at them, saying some shit about they're too perfect for them to dirty with their servos, yet he can feel his valve throb at the thought. The only times Screamer doesn't allow his partner to touch his tits is when they're his size, but he might let them if they grovel. But when it's a mech much bigger than him? It's a whole other story. He would die before saying out loud but he's addicted to having big, warm servos on his tits, dwarfing them as they manhandle them with ease, pinching his nozzles with flat digits pads or just giving them a nice, long squeeze that'll have him struggling to not moan like a pleasurebot.

With his larger partners, without them even needing to ask, he's already in their lap, legs wrapped around their waist as his chassis transforms away and reveals his rack. He arches his back so that his tits are pressed onto his partner's frame and looks at them with a knowing smirk-- he knows they won't be able to resist. It always ends with him letting out shrill cries of pleasure, truly living up to his name as his his valve is drilled into and his tits are thoroughly abused.

✦ Skywarp - As the resident Nemesis Fragbuddy™️, it's no surprise that Warp has bigger than average tits. His tits are light gray and have big, perky nozzles that are always begging to be pulled on. He owns crystal and metal pink barbell nozzle piercings that are (unsurprisingly) always seen gleaming on his nozzles. Skywarp's an absolute masochist, loving the feeling of his tits being roughly fondled or bitten down so hard he leaks energon. Warp fucks his way around on the Nemesis looking for not only the best mech to fuck him but also someone with hands big and skilled enough mess with his tits the way he likes it. He isn't really a big fan of having his boobs softly caressed and massaged-- he need them to be -- he wants his tits to be absolutely bruised, aching and possibly even bleeding when his partner is done. It's the only way to get off by playing with his tits.

Since Warp has slept with a lot of the decepticon crew and is a kinky fucker, he's definitely had some interesting things done to his boobs. He's had people bring magnets close to his nozzle piercings, forcing his piercings to follow and tug on his nozzles until he's squealing. Skywarp's given plenty of boobjobs too, sandwiching a spike between his pillowy tits as he rubs them up and down his partner's shaft and if he's lucky to have a partner bigger than him, their spike will reach past his cleavage and find its way into his already drooling intake.

His favorite thing ever is to have his tits roughed up while someone's banging up his valve. Just having a nice, thick spike plowing him is more than enough to get him off, but having a mech bite down on his nozzles, pulling on the piercing as the other hand mercilessly gropes his soft mesh? He'll for sure be an incoherent mess, optics rolling back as he's giggling stupidly from the pleasure wracking his frame.

✦ Thundercracker - Despite this seeker's standoffish, slightly prudish behavior when it comes to the discussion of interfacing, and his truly romantic personality, he has a huge rack hiding behind his armor. Out of all of his trine, Thundercracker's boobs are the biggest, bounciest, and the most attractive. Screamer and Skywarp are so totally jealous of him but truth be told, TC would definitely trade his with theirs anytime. He found it a nuisance to have such soft protometal sitting on his chest and the sensitivity that comes with it. They're just so soft and flimsy, making it so much easier to grope them with wandering servos and watch as the sensitive protometal nearly spills out between digit gaps. And it's exactly what other mechs think of them.

Thundercracker hates to admit it, but would die to have someone worship his tits, pinch his nozzles and bring one into their intake, murmuring on the soft mesh about how fucking perfect his boobs are. TC's face would be so flushed, coolant dripping down his faceplate while he tries to keep his cute moans from escaping his vocalizer. The sweet praises would go to his head and he 100% will melt into the touch of his partner if they did that, maybe even hook a leg around their waist and beg for them to fuck him already before he's overloading already, creaming around nothing while his needy valve clenches pathetically on a spike that isn't there.

Megatron's Tramp-stamp thoughts?

Megs with a tramp-stamp...🤤

In my honest opinion, Megatron is totally a MILF, so him having a tramp-stamp makes so much sense. Just imagine him being this terrifying, all-powerful warlord, hell-bent on getting his way, crushing everyone who dares to oppose him with a little help from his fusion cannon...

Now imagine that same Megatron, with a new frame update, making him stronger than he previously was, much sturdier... and much more appealing with a new decepticon tramp-stamp.

As he makes his grand entrance into the main deck of the Nemesis after his new frame change, Megs has a smirk on his face; he knows that every con in the room can feel a new air about him, can feel a newfound power thrumming through his powerlines. Little does he know, most of the decepticons are gawking, more focused on at the tramp-stamp decorating their leader's backside.

Everytime he moves, his wide hips make that damn tramp-stamp move back and forth, a near mesmerizing thing. It makes it much easier for mechs to pay attention to his repeated, tiresome speeches on how they'll take down the autobots. Well, more like they're laser-focused on how the tattoo moves so fluidly along with his back and forth pacing and how much longer they can stare without getting their helm blown off.

Megatron doesn't get the big deal about it anyway. It was just a little additive that he thought was nice, but he knew how easily things like this could get mechs riled up, especially how inconceivable it seemed on mechs like him. He uses it to his advantage too, knowing that having soldiers that were incredibly down bad for him would strengthen their loyalty and in turn, ensure that less defect to those disgusting autobots. Much more effective than putting them on The List. Though if it was so easy to make the decepticons stay loyal to him, maybe he could entice powerful autobots to abandon their cause...

Don't mind the fact that I'm posting again a month later😋

Getting back into transformers again

i was wondering if i could request a thing with earthspark megatron and a human reader pls!👉👈

Megatrons partner gives him some kisses early in the day, and he goes about the rest of his day as usual...until he realizes later on that his partner wears lipgloss, and he was walking around with sparkly smooch marks on his face all day

Ahhhh that's absolutely adorable, I shall do my best!

Megatron couldn't keep himself from chuckling as you took full advantage of your proximity to his face, peppering his brow with all the kisses you wouldn't be able to give while the two of you were apart. Holding you close in his cupped palms, he hesitated to check his internal chronometer for the time, knowing he was probably already late to the first of his assigned duties. There would be unpleasant quips from his human superiors if he was, but could anyone blame him for preferring your company to GHOST's?

When he finally did check the time and confirmed his tardiness, he cleared his vents to interrupt the gentle kisses you were still peppering across his cheeks. "I have to meet the others now, love." he said sadly, standing from his berth and stepping from his darkened room into the equally dim hallway. You nodded in equally glum understanding, but perked up when he leaned in so you could nuzzle his helm and offer a final kiss whilst he made a promise.

"I will message you as soon as I am free." he said as he dropped to one knee and helped you to the floor.

"Don't be long." you said playfully as you headed off, loving that he watched you every step of the way until you were beyond his sight.

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Megatron made it a point to attend to his duties swiftly and quite mechanically, not wanting to waste a moment that could have been better spent at your side, but on this particular day he was encountering a number of unexpected hindrances.

Every human he needed to interact with, and he meant every last one, was acting even more unusually than he was accustomed to. He was used to them cowering whenever he turned their way, but he was not prepared for the looks of utter bewilderment he kept encountering as the day wore on. Some would stop to stare, others did double takes, those he needed to speak with directly tended to go speechless... It was as infuriating as it was utterly baffling.

By the time he arrived for his last assignment, a simple unloading of supplies, he was in a sour mood. The only saving grace was that he would be seeing you soon, and that Optimus was providing assistance. Yet even his companion was not immune to the strange behavior infecting the human personnel. As soon as they saw one another his old friend had been unable to hide the expression of surprise that had flashed across his face, yet he hadn't said a word or offered any clue as to what might be amiss. Megatron had still been more than able to spot the smirk on his face when Optimus thought he wasn't looking.

He'd have snapped and demanded an explanation eventually, but thankfully his friend spoke up first, clearing his vents during a brief window where the humans left them alone.

"Megatron?" he said politely, his tone reserved but carrying an undercurrent of what he almost dared to call amusement.

"Optimus." he clipped, depositing another stack of polished metal on the pile. Not bothering to hide his frustration, he crossed his arms as he turned to face his companion, making it as clear as possible that he was aware something was off. "Is something on your mind?"

Optimus failed to hide a flash of a smile, his optics twinkling with restrained delight before he spoke plainly. "No."

"Then why are you acting like this? Primus, why is everyone acting like this? Is there something I don't know?" he snapped, throwing up his arms as the confusion overflowed into frustration. Optimus was hardly alarmed by the outburst, and only shook his helm with a light chuckle.

"Did you have a chance to meet with Y/N this morning?" he asked as he allowed himself to smile, catching Megatron so off guard that his frustration utterly evaporated.

"...Why do you ask?" he countered with a narrowing of his optics, trying to imagine what sort of game he'd fallen into. Was this all an elaborate prank? The absolute delight on his friends face suggested as much, but he couldn't even begin to fathom what the goal of such an excercise might be.

"I would suggest you check your reflection." Optimus advised, providing no answers as he turned to grab the next batch of supplies.

Megatron was left frozen for a moment of continued confusion before he decided to comply, turning to the nearby pile of reflective metal that he'd just been stacking. Feeling a tad bit self conscious, he looked about before gazing deeply into his reflection. The issue became obvious quite immediately.

At least half a dozen glittery kiss marks peppered his helm and face, shimmering in the light before his hand shot up to wipe them away with middling success. His first realization was that the dim light of his bedroom must have hidden the shimmer of your lip gloss, and his second was that every single being he'd encountered had surely noticed... Suddenly the wide eyes and shocked silence made a great deal more sense.

He was near to paralyzed by mortification when the sound of Optimus Prime laughing tore him right out of the fog.

"Why remove it, Megatron?" his old friend said through barely restrained laughter, vents hitching as he struggled to keep his composure. "I'd say it's a good look for you!"

The Prime merely dodged the steel beam that was chucked his way with another laugh whilst Megatron silently committed to revenge that would have made the Great War look peaceful by comparison.