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Here's is Meg's as a big bodybuilder posing and seven time winner of Mr Cybertron don't get me wrong this Meg's is so sexy and ripped I can't stop looking at those beefy tank arms he's like Arnold Schwarzenegger but beefed up in TV tropes he would beat ultra Magnus or rodimus just TF mtmte version of Mr Olympia I think in the continuity of mtmte would be more exciting about bodybuilding
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Are. are we getting megatron pussy in the next chapter by chance? 👀
★:+ mtmte megatron x human fem reader 18+
-> warnings/tags: minors dni. valve oral, megatron letting u take the lead, lil bit of body worship. dirty talk (u know i love to make him talk dirty). not beta read. 3k words MWAHAHAH the megatron valve action is finally here 🫣 as per usual, this exists within the across the divide universe, but can be read as a standalone smut chapter. this is the smut that would’ve occurred after their wedding in chapter 22. enjoy, my lovelies 💕
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You giggle between kisses as Megatron lays you down on the bed, still clad in your wedding dress. He hums happily as he settles over you, slotting himself between your legs.
"Now, about consummating the wedding," Megatron smirks against your lips as he slips a servo up your leg, letting it disappear beneath the skirt of your dress.
"Actually," you hush as you slide your hands down his body, "I believe you mentioned earlier about how you've always dreamt of me eating your valve."
"That is true," he muses as he plants lusty kisses on your neck.
"So, let me fulfil your dream," you answer as you press your hands against his chassis, pushing gently to get him to move.
"Very well," he hums as he sits up. "But not before I take your underwear off."
His servos dive under your skirt, finding the elastic of your underwear with practised ease. You offer a little laugh as you shimmy under him, helping him pull them down the curvature of your thighs before slipping them off entirely.
Before he has a chance to throw them to the side, you sit up quickly and clutch the flimsy material, tugging on it as a sign for him to hand them over. He adheres immediately, unsure as to your motive, but still intrigued.
"Now lie down," you order lightly.
"As you wish," Megatron replies with a smirk on his derma.
He moves to lie next to you, already disengaging his interface panels. His spike slowly creeps up from his array, the tip already welling with some prefluid. Impressive as always, but not the star of the show tonight.
You lean over to him, bringing your panties up to his intake.
"Open," you request quietly.
His optics flash with something unidentifiable, but not something unpleasant. Excitement, perhaps?
He lets his intake open, and you push your underwear into the opening moments after. He watches the shit-eating grin on your face as you feed more of the lacy material, doing your best to create a makeshift gag. His circuits trill with ardent lust, the urge to pin you down to the bed and fuck you until you're crying is coursing unchecked within him.
"There," you say as you cup his chin, leaning down to give a tender kiss to his cheek, before whispering in his audial, "Just in case you can't control your moans."
Megatron finds that statement absolutely hilarious, considering you're the one who's too loud. You're the one everyone hears, not him. He smirks around the fabric of your underwear regardless, thinking back on all those times as you slide down his body.
Your dress makes it marginally hard to crawl, but you're managing. You make it between his legs, glancing down to see his valve on full display. He's never had anyone touch his valve, he's particularly fussy about it. That makes tonight all the more exciting for the both of you.
Experimentally, you give a gentle stroke with two fingers over his dark grey outer lips. He shudders under your touch, but the look in his optics encourages you to continue.
"Is this okay?" You ask softly, teasing his outer lips a little more before drawing up to his node. You apply a little pressure, but not too much. You want to ease him into it. The last thing you need is him freaking out on you.
But he trusts you. Implicitly, he trusts you. His desire is pervasive, but it's softened by his devotion to you. The kind of devotion he can transform into something transcendent.
He gives you a nod, so you draw a few small circles on his node. In the same way you play with your clit, watching him to ensure everything is okay. He vents into the fabric of your underwear, his helm falling back against the pillow.
You lower yourself, bring your face level with his valve. Testing the waters once again, you give a lick against his node. You assume this, like your clit, is the most sensitive part. But, you're happy to learn if not. You'll spend all night down here, if that's what he wants.
Megatron doesn't make any sound, any gesture, of discomfort. You go for it again, but a bit steadier this time, lapping your tongue against his pearl in even, wet strokes.
Above you, he moans. He moans, though the fabric muffles it. It seems you were right to fill his intake, after all.
You can only take that as a good sign, considering how little he actually moans in the berth. You find a rhythm with it, licking generously as you slip a single finger into his entrance.
Fuck, he's so tight in there. He's basically choking a single finger. You keep forgetting that he's never had anything in here, rarely even let anyone see it. It requires a bit of a push, but you manage to squeeze your entire finger in.
Megatron has to bite back the incessant need to buck his hips. He gets it now, he understands why you're always squirming and writhing beneath him when he goes down on you. This feels unbelievable. Is oral meant to feel this good? He can't be sure, but he can't believe that he's been so cagey about it for all these years. Maybe it's just you and your filthy mouth, maybe you just know how to work him without a hitch.
His servos fly to your head, the enormity of them dwarfing you completely. He knows better than to grip your hair, he knows that sometimes you find it painful when he grips it with large, metal servos, but he needs something to steady himself. You take nourishment from him, rather than indulging yourself as he often does when the roles are reversed.
You flick your tongue enthusiastically, like it's your first gulp of water after a drought. Your finger pumps inside him, dragging against his upper wall in search of something similar to your G-spot. Either he doesn't have one, or your fingers aren't long enough to reach it.
Your technique is a little sloppier than his, but that isn't to say he isn't enjoying it. He's in love with it, actually. He always knew you had a talented mouth, given how quick you get him to overload when you're bobbing your head up and down on his spike, but this? This is something else. He's so much more sensitive here, likely because of how unused it is.
He needs to be gentle with you, he keeps reminding himself. Your body doesn't have the tenacity to withstand what you do to him when he's between your legs. He can't pull you into his valve further, he can't grip your hair, and he can't grind his hips against your face. His metal frame makes all of those things more of an extreme sport than a sexual activity.
Though, you'd argue that taking his spike is an extreme sport in itself.
It's so good that his cooling fans have to kick up a notch, and he can feel gentle tremors running up his spinal struts.
He can't help it, nor can he hold it for any longer. He moans hotly, the sound muffled by your underwear, as his seams unravel. You feel his internal callipers grip you tighter, a thick stream of transfluid shooting from the tip of his spike like a fountain. You hear it splatter against his frame, a couple of drops landing on your hair.
You pull away in surprise, his flavour cradling on your tongue.
That was quick.
And you didn't even get to toy with his spike at the same time, what a shame. You were building yourself up to that.
He takes his servos from your head, grabbing the underwear lodged in his intake before yanking them out. The sound of his cooling fans is the loudest thing in the room, his shallow vents masked underneath it.
"I'm sorry," he says.
"Sorry?" You parrot, peaking up from his valve to look at him.
"Yeah," he states airily. "I— I overloaded so quickly."
You barely manage to bat away your giggle, slipping your finger in your mouth to clean up the residue he left on it.
"And you think that's a bad thing?" You ask rhetorically, grabbing the length of your skirt to gather the material. "It's a compliment, if anything."
"Fuck, keep the dress on," Megatron requests as his eyes roam your figure hungrily. "I want to have sex with you in the same way I married you."
Your hands let go of the skirt, suddenly incredibly intrigued by what he's proposing.
You crawl up until you can hoist your legs over his, mounting his frame in your layers of fabric. You sit just behind his spike, his abdomen and thigh struts fully covered by your dress. You rock your hips against his length, teasing the panels against your clit. His tip weeps, soaked up immediately by your skirt.
"Please sit on it," he asks, almost beseechingly.
"Oh, I like it when you say please," you taunt back, lifting your hips to steady yourself over his blunt tip. Not being able to see it somehow turns Megatron on even more, but he can't exactly place why.
"Please, Starlight," he echoes, solely for your enjoyment.
You slide down on Megatron's spike, your back arching with the stretch as a little moan spills from you.
"Yeah, that's it," Megatron sighs as his servos grip your waist, "So perfect."
You start to bounce, your pussy clenching around him as your eyes roll back. No matter how many times you have sex, the sensational feeling that pumps through you never ebbs.
Megatron rubs small circles over your ribcage with both servos. He peers up at you, not with lust, but pure, explicit love. A blessing laid upon your skin so gently that it seems absurd to have come from a former tyrannical despot.
"You're so beautiful," he says, "Primus— fuck, I love you."
"I love you," you whine back as your thoughts focus on your movements, to keep yourself bouncing on his absurd length.
"You're so fucking big," you moan as you feel him claim every inch of your walls, "You know that? You leave me aching every time."
"I know," Megatron smirks. "But you do such a good job of taking me. Your little pussy swallows me up with joy."
"Because I'm yours," you huff back.
"And insatiably horny," Megatron coos, only partly in jest. "Jumping on my spike at any given opportunity. Making sure not a single day passes where I don't get my fill of you."
You moan in response, your bounces getting more desperate as he works you with his lecherous words. He knows what dirty talk does to you, and he always harps on it to pry as much pleasure as he can from your body.
"You love it, don't you?" He chirps, "You love waking up just to get your brains fucked out before the day even begins."
"Fuck! Megatron!" You cry as your head tips back, feeling your excitement grow hotter and hotter through your core.
"Say you love it," he commands.
"I love it!" You exclaim, "I love it so much! I love it when you plug me after you've overloaded in me, I love it when you make me walk around all day filled up."
"You're so filthy," Megatron titters. "Completely and utterly perfect for me."
Your tits are bouncing in the cups of your dress, and Megatron finds himself completely hypnotised by them. He loves your differences; he loves how different your body is from his or anything he's known before. You're uncharted territory, and Megatron finds no greater pleasure than mapping your topography.
Megatron helps you move with his servos clutched around your waist. You ride sensationally as it is, but Megatron still likes to feel like he's putting in some work. He'll let you take the lead every now and then, but he isn't able to completely override his base coding.
The panels of his spike drag against your entrance, sending a plethora of sensations through your abdomen that have you screaming and moaning for him like nobody's business. You are such a sight to behold, and your sounds complement the view perfectly. Together, the two of you make a wonderful harmony. Perfectly in-sync, perfectly orchestrated.
"Ah, Primus!" Megatron curses, helm tipping back against the pillow to look to the Heavens whilst his overload takes him strong and hard. His frame answers a lifelong promise, a sworn oath that will never leave you empty. The pleasure courses through his circuits in powerful floods, making his vocaliser cut out mid-moan. "Ou—ah!" You moan, feeling his hot overload spill inside you. His overloads are so much more potent than those of a human, the heat spills through your skin every time he finishes inside.
You continue to ride him through his high, watching his optics flicker as the bliss stretches through him.
"It's rare for you to finish first, Megatron. And so soon, too," you giggle, opting to shift from bouncing to canting of your hips back and forth. Bouncing gets him off quicker, but this sliding is what works best for you.
"Can you blame me?" Megatron asks as he shifts his helm to look at you, "Look at how stunning you look on top of me. You're a divine feast."
"Good thing you can keep going," you reply airily.
"Mmm," Megatron hums, pulling you forward by the waist to lay you on top of him. You bring your lips against his derma as soon as you can, kissing him deeply whilst rolling your hips.
Your new husband doesn't leave you doing all the work for much longer, though. Instead, he plants his pedes against the bed before he starts to fuck up into you.
You yelp into his mouth, the layered material of your dressing rasping against itself as he bullies his spike into you. You deepen the kiss, placing your hands on either side of his helm as you let him control the last portion of your session.
His servos slide down to hook under your thighs, hoisting you to keep you perfectly spread for him. He fucks up into you with reckless abandon, making the wooden frame beneath you creak. You feel your baby hairs stick to the nape of your neck, your body struggling to keep cool under the layers of your dress.
"H-ah, Megatron!" You moan into his intake.
With your exclamation, he sees the perfect opportunity to stick his glossa into your intake. You accept it greedily, rousing your tongue to slide against his.
He's fucking the transfluid out of you, splattering over the inside of your dress. You hope and pray that he graces you with another load. Three loads for the night sounds about right, you think.
With the way he's thrusting, hot and frantic, you can tell he's pussy drunk. High off the ecstasy that your tight cunt fires through his systems. The way he's venting into your mouth, you know he's desperate for more. A sense of fulfilment oozes from him, the kind that doesn't demand to be proven. It's explicit and undeniable in its plainest form.
"Please overload in me again, please, pleasepleaseplease," you beg wantonly, the words mixing with his vents.
"Only if you cum first," he replies gruffly.
"I will, I will!" You declare, words babbling like a desperate whore.
"Pretty Starlight," he coos, "Look at me. I want to see that stunning face you make when you cum."
You whine with mild embarrassment, but you decide to gratify him regardless. You pull your mouth away from his, just enough so that he can see your face.
"You're close?" He asks, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, yes I'm close!" You reply.
"Go on, be good for me and cum," he rattles.
He has such a way with words. Never one to deny him, you have no choice but to comply.
Pleasure spills through every limb at an alarming rate. His vows intwine themself with every cell of your body as you sense a wave of white drape over you. Your brows crease as your mouth falls open in a hot moan, trying your best to maintain eye contact with him. You can see that pride, that hue in his optics that tells you he knows exactly what he does to you.
"Yeah, that'll do it," Megatron groans as he beholds your expression.
It only takes three more hard thrusts until he slams his hips up one last time, raising his hips to get as deep in you as possible so that you can accept his offering. He overloads with a deep ex-vent, the feeling already bordering on overstimulating. It's rare for Megatron to finish this much. It's usually you who's orgasming until you collapse, but it seems you've turned the tables.
"Ah," you let out a little moan, rolling your hips just a fraction over him.
"Mmph," Megatron grunts before he switches your positions, planting you on your back before slipping his spike out.
"I've gotta—" you pant, your mouth dry, "I've gotta meet with Brainstorm, he's expecting me."
"Na-uh," Megatron whispers, "Let me plug you first."
He reaches over to the bedside table, pulling open the bottom drawer to grab one of the many plugs he's collected.
He picks his favourite, which is dark grey, matching his spike. He draws it over to your cunt, small dribbles of transfluid already leaving you.
Using the blunt tip of the plug, he scoops up what's already escaped before pressing it inside. You sigh as you feel it slip inside, up until you can feel the flared base flush against your cunt.
"There," he hushes before dipping down to kiss you, "Now you can go and see Brainstorm."
You can't help but giggle, pulling him down for another kiss.
"I'm gonna have to get changed, considering you've dirtied my dress," you mumble.
"Then let me help you out of it," Megatron grins with further lust plaguing his mind.
"Oh, Megatron," you continue your giggles, "We both know if I let you do that, I won't ever make it to Brainstorm."
btw yes, this does mean that when the reader went through their procedure with brainstorm, they were plugged with megatron’s transfluid LOL
ACROSS THE DIVIDE NATION, ACCEPT MY OFFERING… My oc x Megs because I’ve been itching to draw him every time I read your fics
POOKIE you are so TALENTED!! omg they’re so cute, i am in love <33 you did his proportions SOOOO deliciously, mmmhmhmhmmmm, gimme that big mech right NEOOOWWW
just an old man yelling match for fun. whats the backstory? how did dynamo even meet megatron? who tf knows. it will end up as a sloppy makeout (stay tuned for THAT. it's in the process of being drawn)
New comms open! Five slots for now
Have a pink Megatron 🌸 he's just a girl fr
omg i LOVE HIMMMMM he’s so girlypop!!
She doesn't want that kiss, yet
HELP I HAD TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE BECAUSE I THOUGHT RODIMUS (ME) AND HIM WERE HOLDING HANDS…SCREAMS
At long last... I get to post megarod once more, I be running low meaning I must read comics once more, but like... I don't wanna read RID, its so painful 〒▽〒 but in the name of megarod I'll do it... I want those panels.
happy pride month from the polycule everyone wishes they were in high school etc etc 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Are. are we getting megatron pussy in the next chapter by chance? 👀
★:+ mtmte megatron x human fem reader 18+
-> warnings/tags: minors dni. valve oral, megatron letting u take the lead, lil bit of body worship. dirty talk (u know i love to make him talk dirty). not beta read. 3k words MWAHAHAH the megatron valve action is finally here 🫣 as per usual, this exists within the across the divide universe, but can be read as a standalone smut chapter. this is the smut that would’ve occurred after their wedding in chapter 22. enjoy, my lovelies 💕
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You giggle between kisses as Megatron lays you down on the bed, still clad in your wedding dress. He hums happily as he settles over you, slotting himself between your legs.
"Now, about consummating the wedding," Megatron smirks against your lips as he slips a servo up your leg, letting it disappear beneath the skirt of your dress.
"Actually," you hush as you slide your hands down his body, "I believe you mentioned earlier about how you've always dreamt of me eating your valve."
"That is true," he muses as he plants lusty kisses on your neck.
"So, let me fulfil your dream," you answer as you press your hands against his chassis, pushing gently to get him to move.
"Very well," he hums as he sits up. "But not before I take your underwear off."
His servos dive under your skirt, finding the elastic of your underwear with practised ease. You offer a little laugh as you shimmy under him, helping him pull them down the curvature of your thighs before slipping them off entirely.
Before he has a chance to throw them to the side, you sit up quickly and clutch the flimsy material, tugging on it as a sign for him to hand them over. He adheres immediately, unsure as to your motive, but still intrigued.
"Now lie down," you order lightly.
"As you wish," Megatron replies with a smirk on his derma.
He moves to lie next to you, already disengaging his interface panels. His spike slowly creeps up from his array, the tip already welling with some prefluid. Impressive as always, but not the star of the show tonight.
You lean over to him, bringing your panties up to his intake.
"Open," you request quietly.
His optics flash with something unidentifiable, but not something unpleasant. Excitement, perhaps?
He lets his intake open, and you push your underwear into the opening moments after. He watches the shit-eating grin on your face as you feed more of the lacy material, doing your best to create a makeshift gag. His circuits trill with ardent lust, the urge to pin you down to the bed and fuck you until you're crying is coursing unchecked within him.
"There," you say as you cup his chin, leaning down to give a tender kiss to his cheek, before whispering in his audial, "Just in case you can't control your moans."
Megatron finds that statement absolutely hilarious, considering you're the one who's too loud. You're the one everyone hears, not him. He smirks around the fabric of your underwear regardless, thinking back on all those times as you slide down his body.
Your dress makes it marginally hard to crawl, but you're managing. You make it between his legs, glancing down to see his valve on full display. He's never had anyone touch his valve, he's particularly fussy about it. That makes tonight all the more exciting for the both of you.
Experimentally, you give a gentle stroke with two fingers over his dark grey outer lips. He shudders under your touch, but the look in his optics encourages you to continue.
"Is this okay?" You ask softly, teasing his outer lips a little more before drawing up to his node. You apply a little pressure, but not too much. You want to ease him into it. The last thing you need is him freaking out on you.
But he trusts you. Implicitly, he trusts you. His desire is pervasive, but it's softened by his devotion to you. The kind of devotion he can transform into something transcendent.
He gives you a nod, so you draw a few small circles on his node. In the same way you play with your clit, watching him to ensure everything is okay. He vents into the fabric of your underwear, his helm falling back against the pillow.
You lower yourself, bring your face level with his valve. Testing the waters once again, you give a lick against his node. You assume this, like your clit, is the most sensitive part. But, you're happy to learn if not. You'll spend all night down here, if that's what he wants.
Megatron doesn't make any sound, any gesture, of discomfort. You go for it again, but a bit steadier this time, lapping your tongue against his pearl in even, wet strokes.
Above you, he moans. He moans, though the fabric muffles it. It seems you were right to fill his intake, after all.
You can only take that as a good sign, considering how little he actually moans in the berth. You find a rhythm with it, licking generously as you slip a single finger into his entrance.
Fuck, he's so tight in there. He's basically choking a single finger. You keep forgetting that he's never had anything in here, rarely even let anyone see it. It requires a bit of a push, but you manage to squeeze your entire finger in.
Megatron has to bite back the incessant need to buck his hips. He gets it now, he understands why you're always squirming and writhing beneath him when he goes down on you. This feels unbelievable. Is oral meant to feel this good? He can't be sure, but he can't believe that he's been so cagey about it for all these years. Maybe it's just you and your filthy mouth, maybe you just know how to work him without a hitch.
His servos fly to your head, the enormity of them dwarfing you completely. He knows better than to grip your hair, he knows that sometimes you find it painful when he grips it with large, metal servos, but he needs something to steady himself. You take nourishment from him, rather than indulging yourself as he often does when the roles are reversed.
You flick your tongue enthusiastically, like it's your first gulp of water after a drought. Your finger pumps inside him, dragging against his upper wall in search of something similar to your G-spot. Either he doesn't have one, or your fingers aren't long enough to reach it.
Your technique is a little sloppier than his, but that isn't to say he isn't enjoying it. He's in love with it, actually. He always knew you had a talented mouth, given how quick you get him to overload when you're bobbing your head up and down on his spike, but this? This is something else. He's so much more sensitive here, likely because of how unused it is.
He needs to be gentle with you, he keeps reminding himself. Your body doesn't have the tenacity to withstand what you do to him when he's between your legs. He can't pull you into his valve further, he can't grip your hair, and he can't grind his hips against your face. His metal frame makes all of those things more of an extreme sport than a sexual activity.
Though, you'd argue that taking his spike is an extreme sport in itself.
It's so good that his cooling fans have to kick up a notch, and he can feel gentle tremors running up his spinal struts.
He can't help it, nor can he hold it for any longer. He moans hotly, the sound muffled by your underwear, as his seams unravel. You feel his internal callipers grip you tighter, a thick stream of transfluid shooting from the tip of his spike like a fountain. You hear it splatter against his frame, a couple of drops landing on your hair.
You pull away in surprise, his flavour cradling on your tongue.
That was quick.
And you didn't even get to toy with his spike at the same time, what a shame. You were building yourself up to that.
He takes his servos from your head, grabbing the underwear lodged in his intake before yanking them out. The sound of his cooling fans is the loudest thing in the room, his shallow vents masked underneath it.
"I'm sorry," he says.
"Sorry?" You parrot, peaking up from his valve to look at him.
"Yeah," he states airily. "I— I overloaded so quickly."
You barely manage to bat away your giggle, slipping your finger in your mouth to clean up the residue he left on it.
"And you think that's a bad thing?" You ask rhetorically, grabbing the length of your skirt to gather the material. "It's a compliment, if anything."
"Fuck, keep the dress on," Megatron requests as his eyes roam your figure hungrily. "I want to have sex with you in the same way I married you."
Your hands let go of the skirt, suddenly incredibly intrigued by what he's proposing.
You crawl up until you can hoist your legs over his, mounting his frame in your layers of fabric. You sit just behind his spike, his abdomen and thigh struts fully covered by your dress. You rock your hips against his length, teasing the panels against your clit. His tip weeps, soaked up immediately by your skirt.
"Please sit on it," he asks, almost beseechingly.
"Oh, I like it when you say please," you taunt back, lifting your hips to steady yourself over his blunt tip. Not being able to see it somehow turns Megatron on even more, but he can't exactly place why.
"Please, Starlight," he echoes, solely for your enjoyment.
You slide down on Megatron's spike, your back arching with the stretch as a little moan spills from you.
"Yeah, that's it," Megatron sighs as his servos grip your waist, "So perfect."
You start to bounce, your pussy clenching around him as your eyes roll back. No matter how many times you have sex, the sensational feeling that pumps through you never ebbs.
Megatron rubs small circles over your ribcage with both servos. He peers up at you, not with lust, but pure, explicit love. A blessing laid upon your skin so gently that it seems absurd to have come from a former tyrannical despot.
"You're so beautiful," he says, "Primus— fuck, I love you."
"I love you," you whine back as your thoughts focus on your movements, to keep yourself bouncing on his absurd length.
"You're so fucking big," you moan as you feel him claim every inch of your walls, "You know that? You leave me aching every time."
"I know," Megatron smirks. "But you do such a good job of taking me. Your little pussy swallows me up with joy."
"Because I'm yours," you huff back.
"And insatiably horny," Megatron coos, only partly in jest. "Jumping on my spike at any given opportunity. Making sure not a single day passes where I don't get my fill of you."
You moan in response, your bounces getting more desperate as he works you with his lecherous words. He knows what dirty talk does to you, and he always harps on it to pry as much pleasure as he can from your body.
"You love it, don't you?" He chirps, "You love waking up just to get your brains fucked out before the day even begins."
"Fuck! Megatron!" You cry as your head tips back, feeling your excitement grow hotter and hotter through your core.
"Say you love it," he commands.
"I love it!" You exclaim, "I love it so much! I love it when you plug me after you've overloaded in me, I love it when you make me walk around all day filled up."
"You're so filthy," Megatron titters. "Completely and utterly perfect for me."
Your tits are bouncing in the cups of your dress, and Megatron finds himself completely hypnotised by them. He loves your differences; he loves how different your body is from his or anything he's known before. You're uncharted territory, and Megatron finds no greater pleasure than mapping your topography.
Megatron helps you move with his servos clutched around your waist. You ride sensationally as it is, but Megatron still likes to feel like he's putting in some work. He'll let you take the lead every now and then, but he isn't able to completely override his base coding.
The panels of his spike drag against your entrance, sending a plethora of sensations through your abdomen that have you screaming and moaning for him like nobody's business. You are such a sight to behold, and your sounds complement the view perfectly. Together, the two of you make a wonderful harmony. Perfectly in-sync, perfectly orchestrated.
"Ah, Primus!" Megatron curses, helm tipping back against the pillow to look to the Heavens whilst his overload takes him strong and hard. His frame answers a lifelong promise, a sworn oath that will never leave you empty. The pleasure courses through his circuits in powerful floods, making his vocaliser cut out mid-moan. "Ou—ah!" You moan, feeling his hot overload spill inside you. His overloads are so much more potent than those of a human, the heat spills through your skin every time he finishes inside.
You continue to ride him through his high, watching his optics flicker as the bliss stretches through him.
"It's rare for you to finish first, Megatron. And so soon, too," you giggle, opting to shift from bouncing to canting of your hips back and forth. Bouncing gets him off quicker, but this sliding is what works best for you.
"Can you blame me?" Megatron asks as he shifts his helm to look at you, "Look at how stunning you look on top of me. You're a divine feast."
"Good thing you can keep going," you reply airily.
"Mmm," Megatron hums, pulling you forward by the waist to lay you on top of him. You bring your lips against his derma as soon as you can, kissing him deeply whilst rolling your hips.
Your new husband doesn't leave you doing all the work for much longer, though. Instead, he plants his pedes against the bed before he starts to fuck up into you.
You yelp into his mouth, the layered material of your dressing rasping against itself as he bullies his spike into you. You deepen the kiss, placing your hands on either side of his helm as you let him control the last portion of your session.
His servos slide down to hook under your thighs, hoisting you to keep you perfectly spread for him. He fucks up into you with reckless abandon, making the wooden frame beneath you creak. You feel your baby hairs stick to the nape of your neck, your body struggling to keep cool under the layers of your dress.
"H-ah, Megatron!" You moan into his intake.
With your exclamation, he sees the perfect opportunity to stick his glossa into your intake. You accept it greedily, rousing your tongue to slide against his.
He's fucking the transfluid out of you, splattering over the inside of your dress. You hope and pray that he graces you with another load. Three loads for the night sounds about right, you think.
With the way he's thrusting, hot and frantic, you can tell he's pussy drunk. High off the ecstasy that your tight cunt fires through his systems. The way he's venting into your mouth, you know he's desperate for more. A sense of fulfilment oozes from him, the kind that doesn't demand to be proven. It's explicit and undeniable in its plainest form.
"Please overload in me again, please, pleasepleaseplease," you beg wantonly, the words mixing with his vents.
"Only if you cum first," he replies gruffly.
"I will, I will!" You declare, words babbling like a desperate whore.
"Pretty Starlight," he coos, "Look at me. I want to see that stunning face you make when you cum."
You whine with mild embarrassment, but you decide to gratify him regardless. You pull your mouth away from his, just enough so that he can see your face.
"You're close?" He asks, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, yes I'm close!" You reply.
"Go on, be good for me and cum," he rattles.
He has such a way with words. Never one to deny him, you have no choice but to comply.
Pleasure spills through every limb at an alarming rate. His vows intwine themself with every cell of your body as you sense a wave of white drape over you. Your brows crease as your mouth falls open in a hot moan, trying your best to maintain eye contact with him. You can see that pride, that hue in his optics that tells you he knows exactly what he does to you.
"Yeah, that'll do it," Megatron groans as he beholds your expression.
It only takes three more hard thrusts until he slams his hips up one last time, raising his hips to get as deep in you as possible so that you can accept his offering. He overloads with a deep ex-vent, the feeling already bordering on overstimulating. It's rare for Megatron to finish this much. It's usually you who's orgasming until you collapse, but it seems you've turned the tables.
"Ah," you let out a little moan, rolling your hips just a fraction over him.
"Mmph," Megatron grunts before he switches your positions, planting you on your back before slipping his spike out.
"I've gotta—" you pant, your mouth dry, "I've gotta meet with Brainstorm, he's expecting me."
"Na-uh," Megatron whispers, "Let me plug you first."
He reaches over to the bedside table, pulling open the bottom drawer to grab one of the many plugs he's collected.
He picks his favourite, which is dark grey, matching his spike. He draws it over to your cunt, small dribbles of transfluid already leaving you.
Using the blunt tip of the plug, he scoops up what's already escaped before pressing it inside. You sigh as you feel it slip inside, up until you can feel the flared base flush against your cunt.
"There," he hushes before dipping down to kiss you, "Now you can go and see Brainstorm."
You can't help but giggle, pulling him down for another kiss.
"I'm gonna have to get changed, considering you've dirtied my dress," you mumble.
"Then let me help you out of it," Megatron grins with further lust plaguing his mind.
"Oh, Megatron," you continue your giggles, "We both know if I let you do that, I won't ever make it to Brainstorm."
btw yes, this does mean that when the reader went through their procedure with brainstorm, they were plugged with megatron’s transfluid LOL
what's his problem??
he's such a pillow princess
