#megaimpact

[astralzeraphias]

i’ll see you in hell when we die

[cannedvvurms]

not more poetry.

(scene from zero point)

[camelliachai]

Megatron’s divorce lawyer probably gets so much business

[valveplug-confessions]

Imagine with me... Megatron having his first ever experience with Impactor back in the mines. Impactor clamping his servo on Meg's intake while PUMMELLING him from behind hard and fast, trying to keep him quiet so they don't get caught by a supervisor. Megatron too shy and prideful to confess it's his first ever sexual encounter, he ends up begging and whimpering while squelching obscenely around Impactor's spike, and overloads harder than he ever has in his entire existence

im BRICKED🔥

[megadee16]

Why cant gay people be normal and just give each other flowers

Megatron and Impactor mention

[transingthoseformers]

....wait

I've seen the idea of characters getting custom sex toys based on their partner's spike or valve, sometimes being a direct mold even

What happens with that after a breakup?

I suggest this for either megop or megaimpact reasons

[wrexcuseme]

Here's some very indulgent post-war MegaImpact.

PWP, just some needy bottom Megs, strength kink with a sprinkle of yearning.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[megimp]

Purples

There’s nothing worth seeing here. A miner’s lights were low-powered, only illuminating as much as was necessary to dig the right surface. So deep inside the planet there was no point in wasting energy to light the place up. Many miners invested in infrared vision anyways.

Still Impactor wanted a bright paintjob. No one would see it where he spent most of his time. But he still wanted it. And what he wants, he gets. ---

When Megatron learned that Impactor chose his paintjob himself, it finally made sense to him. Of course no miner was built with such tacky colors. The little thing puzzling him was finally resolved. He even teased the other miner about it, but overall he was awed. He hadn’t thought of such self-expression. Colors, out of all the modifications a miner could get, Impactor had chosen colors as his go-to.

It was admirable. The deep purple and stark yellows would etch themselves into Megatron’s memory forever, even if he didn’t know it yet.

He could see Impactor well enough in the light of his datapads in their room, and in the bright lights of the surface whenever they went out. Impactor wasn’t an attention-seeker, he gained it naturally. Just by being himself, he had a way of attracting people to himself.

It took a while until Megatron realized that dried energon wasn’t very visible on the purple paint.

---

“Impactor! Where did this come from?” Megatron’s worry was audible. He held Impactor’s arm, hand on a dried splotch of blood. 

The purple miner scoffed, looking away, “that one’s weeks old. This I got yesterday,” he pointed to his hip and sure enough, there was slightly lighter stains. This did nothing to ease Megatron’s worry.

“How long have you been getting these without me noticing?” Much to Impactor’s dismay, Megatron wasn’t angry. He was sad. And that was worse.

“Since before we knew each other. C’mon, it’s not a big deal. They’re just cuts and splatters. I’ll be fine.”

“This is not fine. Impactor, please, if you get hurt, let me know.”

He couldn’t say no to the look Megatron gave him.

“Ugh, fine fine. I’ll tell you, but only if you don’t freak out,” he conceded and gave a pout to the gray miner. He got a small smile back.

“Now, let’s go get these off. The washracks are still open,” Megatron pulled Impactor with him, and Impactor had half a mind to resist. Whatever, might as well get cleaned up. It didn’t bother him.

On the contrary, Impactor quite liked getting doted on. Not that he’d admit it.