Every time I see a transformer drawn in lingerie but not being depicted with human-like curves it makes me imagine this regardless of if it’s hot or not
The design of human Merly made by this user, seems to look like this design of Merly made by Yamakiskii/kuro/Miraiity except with some n-zi symbols added onto the design. Could this be Miraiity? Because they use the lineless artstyle, with it kinda looking like Miraiity’s lineless artstyle but with a shit ton of effects slapped onto it
Well I Just Saw It and yuck.. why? Also i have a suspicion that the person Who sent me death threats might be this user here called Steropony.. which It might be Yamakizki but rebranded, but once again MegOp shippers are NOT weirdos.
In the middle of his morally dubious affair with the decepticon leader, Optimus accidentally discovers something new about himself.
(AKA: Optimus watches Megs taking a piss and is beyond turned on)
TW: P1SS! If it ain’t your thing don’t read it!
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The air on Dinobot island was crisp and cold, the lake breeze dragged a light mist that covered the surrounding forest. Everything was sleeping, resting for the night.
Almost everything.
Amidst the usually quiet forest the floor trembled, alongside it, the sounds of heavy metallic clanking mixing with loud wanton moaning echoed on the otherwise tranquil woods.
Two mechs moved rhythmically in a small clearing, the larger one thrusting onto the smaller with an unforgiving rhythm. The tight walls of his valve pulsing and gushing fluids as the spike slammed relentlessly inside, anterior node blinking as it brushed against the ridges.
It had started as any other scuffle between their factions.
Optimus had separated from the group in efforts to push Megatron out of the city, he had only managed to reach the outskirts when the Decepticon leader had him cornered inside a rundown warehouse. The Prime fought back like a wild cybercat, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of surrender, even when the bigger mech had him pinned to the floor with a single hand on his waist.
Somehow in between the punching and kicking, their intakes had clashed together, the taste of lubricant and energon filling their sensors, no one knew who made the first move. But soon they were on the floor, Megatron spike deep inside him, pounding on him like he was drilling for oil.
From then on their encounters grew more frequent, first separating from battle, then “coincidentally” stumbling onto each other while Optimus was on patrol, then it became weekly meetings. There wasn’t any spoken agreement, there was no peace treaty, it was their moment away from the ruthless ongoing war, away from the segregation between factions. Both knew those were instances to not think.
Optimus hadn’t denied his attraction to the older warframe, the way he towered over him, his features, inevitably forged for combat but polished and elegant like any proper leader of the decepticons. His ways of talking to him, ruthless yet almost poetic, a mix of mockery and flattery that clouded his processor every time had clashed.
It had been a surprise to the disgraced prime that Megatron had reciprocated, he was still unsure of what exactly had called the tyrant’s attention, but he came back, every week without missing a single time.
The thought of his team, or worse… Ultra Magnus and the Elite Guard finding out would be his undoing, he could already hear Sentinel’s voice berating him for his shameful behavior.
Leading back to the present, the quietness of Dinobot island had made it a perfect place for their meetings, plenty of vegetation to hide, remote enough to avoid unwanted visitors, and plenty of caves for when the planet’s weather interrupted.
The clearing had been their usual spot for some time, the terrain flattened and the cliff wall next to it dented over time from their activities. Megatron had him pinned to the floor, legs over his shoulders, angling himself to reach the deepest parts of the bot. He vented hard as the smaller mech’s valve squeezed around his spike, grinning hungrily at the screaming autobot below.
Optimus could only moan as the tip bumped directly against his ceiling node, dangerously close to breaching his forge. His state was a shameful sight, the deception had left bites all over his frame, his array a mess of fluids and paint transfers. He was close, to overload, so so close.
With a deep thrust his callipers tightened as he overloaded for the third time that night, Megatron groaned loudly, digging his claws on the bedrock while he breached the Prime’s seal, pumping load after load of transfluid inside his forge.
The Prime quivered as he was filled with the decepticon’s essence, lubricant dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Much to his dismay, Megatron pulled out, the pink sticky fluid dripping out of his stretched out valve as it twitched around nothing. Optimus could only hear static as his processor regained control.
—Wait here my little prime.— the warlord murmured on his audial. —I’ll be back in short.
The autobot only nodded as he felt the weight of the mech leave him, his vision clearing with each step he heard. Incorporating on the floor he tried dusting off some of the dirt that had clung to his frame, the strength of their coupling had left a dent in the already abused floor.
Before the clarity could overtake him he heard a strange rustle in the woods, turning around the silhouette of the warlord, his pharaonic height imposing in the distance, trees doing little to cover him. He looked down, able to see him take ahold of his spike one servo on the base, the other one pushing the expanding mesh down, leaving the grey bulbous tip completely exposed.
Then, one fat droplet of dark orange emerged from the slit, dropping onto the floor, followed by another, and another.
The Prime covered his mouth in shock, frozen as the decepticon let out a sigh of relief, the trickle turned into a full stream, landing with a pattering sound on the grass, forming a growing puddle.
Megatron was voiding, right in front of him.
Optimus couldn’t bring himself to move, he watched as steam rose from the increasing warm flow when it made contact with the cold air of the night, spike making little twitches every few seconds, bright red biolights blinking in chain as the tyrant emptied himself.
His node was blinking in anticipation, his valve throbbing at the sight, he could not believe he was aroused watching the most dangerous mech out there relieving himself in the wilderness without a care in the world.
Megatron grunted in satisfaction, the stream picked up, turning a heavy jet that splashed against the rocks. The Decepticon aimed against a lone tree, the cascade of waste oil pouring against the leaves, coming down in rivulets that made little to stifle the loud gushing sound.
Optimus gulped, he slowly reached a servo to touch his angry node, making his best to stay quiet, the next moment his spike pressured, pushing against his modesty panel. The sound when he opened it was louder than he expected, he tensed more than he already had, hoping the warlord hadn’t heard it.
Much to his chagrin, when he looked up, Megatron had turned his head, bright crimson optics staring right at him, EM field irradiating with lust and pride.
He knew the tyrant was well mannered, but when it came to interfacing he discovered that he was a quite the sleaze, he was rightfully confident in his authority and thus often made shameless displays of power both in combat and in berth.
He still remembered the time he had the autobot tied up on his own grapplers. Megatron had teased him with his valve for countless hours, the giant red node rubbing against the tip of his spike, edging him without ever letting him enter, until he overloaded in tears from overstimulation.
It was obvious this was one of his stunts, and whether it was completely coincidental or on purpose, it had been embarrassingly successful.
—Touch yourself.— he heard in the distance, Megatron’s lecherous grin couldn’t get any wider, steam pouring from his intake with each vent he took.
His processor was glitching, alternating between looking at the warlord’s twisted faceplate or turning his gaze at his battering ram of a spike. Taking his own length in hand, he pumped slowly at the same time his digits traced circles on his node, he gritted his dentae at the way he folded at his request.
At the same time, Megatron began to stroke himself as well, his piss curving into an arch as he pressurised once more.
Optimus’ temperature rose both in shame and excitement at the scene, biting on his own dermas until the tase of energon filled his mouth, going faster with each pulse his array gave, his vocalizer betraying him as he whimpered.
—Spread your legs. I want to see, all of it.— he ordered once more.
The prime followed command, spreading himself wide, the decepticon emitted a low growl, salivating at the valve light blue valve overflowing with his own transfluid. He pumped himself harder as his stream finally began to dwindle. In return, Optimus’ felt his overload approaching, bolts of arousal coursing through him, unable to tear his optics off the older mech.
Megatron sighed as he shook off the last droplets that trickled out, proud of his work when seeing the Autobot pleasuring himself with abandon.
Dizzy with his sensors collapsed, the young autobot failed to see the warfame stepping closer until he was practically towering over him, spike in hand, vigorously stroking himself, fat head dripping pre transfluid once more.
He tried to speak but only a garbled mess of static came out him.
—You liked staring while I voided?— The warlord mocked. —Show me how much you enjoyed it my little prime! Overload for me~
His words weren’t needed as said prime let out a trembling scream, arching his back as ropes of transfluid spurted out of him, valve squirting out in unison. Lost in the bliss he laid flat on the dirt, unable to get up as he shook uncontrollably.
Megatron wasn’t done with him though.
Not even letting the poor autobot regain his wits he lifted him up, his weight inconsecuential to him, pinning him against the rocky cliffside with animalistic strength. Without a second thought he penetrated the prime with a single thrust, the smaller mech denting his chassis as he gripped it in overstimulation.
However he did not move an inch, instead taking the chance to admire the view of the disheveled autobot trembling in his arms. Optimus grumbled in indignation.
—What are you waiting for? Move!— he wailed angrily.
He would not keep his feisty autobot waiting, wasting no time, Megatron began rutting into the prime like an animal, setting a brutal pace that made the prime scream jaggedly as his helm pressed into his insignia. One servo held him on his aft as the other had a firm grip on the wall.
—Look at me.— the decepticon panted. —Let me gaze upon your faceplates!
Optimus looked up, his vision lost in pleasure, coolant tears escaping the corners of his optics, dermas agape unable to form any coherent words, traces of energon from where he had bitten himself.
Too proud to admit it out loud but he was growing increasingly infatuated with the young Prime, someone seemingly so insignificant, abandoned by his own comrades, yet with an iron will, had been able to best him many times in combat. He wasn’t one to share his berth so carelessly, it had been vorns long since he had given up on any prospects of a mate.
Yet despite the many devoted and willing followers, and countless offers for him to take a consort, there was this lone little autobot, taking in all his attention.
Optimus stared incredulous at the decepticon, he was venting hard as he thrusted, his plates flushed as much as his, intake hanging open with small clouds of condensation escaping him, lubricant dripping down is chin.
He couldn’t believe the universally feared decepticon leader was behaving like this because of him. It was a mistery to him why every time they fought he sought him, and why every week, he came to see him when he could barely be called a prime.
All of those thoughts were cut short when Megatron breached his forge, making him curl his head back in screams.
Megatron pressed Optimus against his chassis, his plates sliding open to reveal his spark, glowing bright like a torch. The other was speechless, unable to process anything else, just opening his own chest plates, letting his own spark merge with the decepticon’s.
Their visions flashed white, both completely immersed into each other’s essence. Megatron could feel the prime’s presence embracing him with a warmth he so dearly missed, Optimus was deep in the dark but was wrapped in a blanket of unexpected fondness, an almost innocent feeling that had him reaching out for more.
Euphoria washed over them as overload hit, Megatron roared as he filled the prime’s forge once more to the brink, while the autobot’s valve clenched all around him, milking him for every drop of transfluid.
A clawed servo tilted his chin up, facing the decepticon as he brought their dermas together in a slow kiss that had him melting against the warfame.
They stayed tangled for a few minutes, the tyrant dropping on his knees in exhaustion, Optimus secured against his chassis, turbines running with a loud purr. He pulled out, fluids slowly seeping out, the prime was drained, he could barely stay conscious for much longer.
—Rest now my little Prime.— the warlord whispered, running a digit over the outline of his finial as Optimus let himself fall into recharge.
The tyrant wanted to stay like that for as long as he pleased, but cold raindrops began to fall from the midnight sky, a storm drawing closer on the distance, the decepticon cradled the smaller frame in his arms, carrying his lover to the only cave he managed to fit in. There he lay on the floor, the prime snuggling onto his chassis,he’d have to return as soon as he woke up.
His affair with the autobot was an open secret amongst his ranks, but he knew that if Ultra Magnus and his lackeys found out, Optimus’ fate would be doomed.
They could worry about all that later, right now Megatron would enjoy watching over
