All Dolled Up
IDW Megatron x reader
Gender neutral AFAB, reader wears a skirt and a bralette, doll play, Megatron is a big big boy, sub reader, Dom Megatron
You looked up from your Switch when you heard the door of your shared habsuite slide open. Megatron stood there, his imposing silhouette too big to be contained within the doorway.
He slid into the room, his pedes making heavy thumping noises against the metal floor. His red optics drooping in exhaustion and his optic ridges furrowed in agitation. You set your Switch down and sat up to watch your lover move to the chest he had upon his desk.
The hair on your body rose in excitement knowing exactly what Megatron had planned.
He massive servos dug through the various outfits he had for you.
“Come here,” the baritone rumble of his vocalizers vibrated through your body. He turned to you with a servo held out for you to climb into. You eagerly shed your clothing and climbed into his servo fully nude.
After a long day of dealing with Rodimus, as much as he loved the mech, having you be so obedient made everything better. Your soft organic form so warm within his servo, so fragile. You looked up at him like he was your entire universe. It made his spark skip a beat seeing you so trusting and so loving.
Megatron guided you to the desk, letting you step off his servo and stand eagerly next to the chest. He hummed holding up different sets of lingerie up to your body. You maintained your focus on Megatron’s optics as he scrutinized every piece of fabric until finally settling on one.
A purple lace bralette with a floral motif, a high waisted garter belt with straps that clung to crotchless panties and thigh high lace socks.
He carefully guided your body into the lingerie. First he slipped the bralette over your head, adjusting the straps and making sure you were comfortable before guiding your feet into the stockings. His digits glided up your leg worshipping the skin there before he helped you slip on the crotchless panties and clipped them to the garter belt.
Megatron took a step back looking over you with a thoughtful gaze. “Beautiful,” he finally muttered before going back into his chest of clothes.
He pulled out a dress that came to about your mid thigh that had a low cut back and a turtleneck collar. He held the fabric over your body before deciding to move onto a different piece. You obediently stayed still letting the massive gladiator dress you like a doll.
Megatron pulled out another dress this time black with a puritan collar, ruffled sleeves, and a thick frilly petticoat. His optics slid over the dress then to you before guiding you to him with a hum. He unzipped the back of the dress and held it out for you to step in. Using his servos to balance yourself, you slid into the dress nicely letting Megatron guide the sleeves over your arms and reach around to zip the dress up.
You could hear is vents humming in excitement as he dug through more of the clothes looking for shoes. He pulled out a pair of shiny black stilettos for you to wear. You slid your feet into the shoes with Megatron’s help.
You remained still looking up at Megatron expectantly. His gaze softened as he mulled over your form. His perfect little human doll. He again returned to the chest to pull out a box that flipped open to display all sorts of lipsticks, eyeshadows, mascara, and eyeliner.
Megtron stroked your face with his thumb while his index rested under your chin. You pushed your face into his affections earning a soft hum from the mech. His optics scanned your face thoughtfully as he considered what makeup would go best with your outfit.
“Try this one, darling,” Megatron said pointing to a deep reddish purple lipstick. While Megatron liked dressing you himself he also enjoyed watching you do your makeup. Dexterous little hands gripping the tube of lipstick to rub over lips he had tasted time and time again. You beckoned Megatron to come closer and to lower himself which he obeyed.
A deep laughter rumbled through his frame as you used the metal on his chasis as a mirror. You popped the lipstick back into its tube giving your lips a little smack before continuing with your eyeliner and mascara.
Megatron waited patiently letting you use his gunmetal chasis as a mirror. Your little hand pressed against the metal to steady him as you brushed mascara through your eyelashes then finished off your look with a simple winged liner.
You batted your eyelashes up at Megatron as he stroked the top of your head. “You look ravishing,” Megatron murmured. He picked you up with a servo around your waist as he made his way to his berth. Your arms rested overtop his thumb as you stared lovingly up at the former warlord.
He sat down with a huff before swinging his legs up onto the berth and settling with you on his chasis. His servo was held behind you to cradle your much smaller form as you sat.
“Thank you for dressing me up, Megsy,” you purred crawling towards his face plate. You were probably the only person who could get away with calling Megatron such a nickname. “Thank you for indulging me, my love,” Megatron smiled when he felt your hands on his face plate. You kissed the tip of his nose leaving a purple mark where your lips had once been.
You kissed down his faceplate till you reached his dermas. He servo still cupped behind you as if shielding you from the world. His dermas parted as you took his upper lip between your own. Your purple lipstick leaving a smudge as you kissed and sucked at his lip. Megtron’s entire chasis rumbled in an appreciative groan. You spread your legs wider where you sat so your massive lover could feel the mess he was creating. Your bare pussy made contact with Megatron’s metal plating with a soft wet noise. Megatron curled his digits around you as he let out a low moan.
His glossa peeked between his dermas to lick at your lips. You gladly parted your lips letting the large appendage fill your mouth. You moaned sucking on his tongue as he tasted every crevice of your mouth. You leaned back into his servo letting him support the weight of your body.
His tongue slipped from your mouth leaving drool to dribble down your chin. Your lipstick now smudged and warped across your mouth. “So precious,” Megatron praised taking in your messy form. He delighted not only in dolling up his sweet conjux but also tearing them apart until they were nothing but a messy pile of tears and his fluids.
“Lift your skirt,” Megatron ordered.
You did exactly what he asked, gingerly lifting your skirt to reveal your glistening cunt. The pubic hairs along your pussy messy with your slick. “Hm,” Megatron purred running a digit over your arousal. “I’ve trained you so well.” He lifted you onto his open intake with your legs straddling either side of his faceplate. Megatron’s hot breath steaming around your vulva made you gasp and arch your back.
His tongue took a generous lick over your arousal making you whine and drop your skirt to hold onto his face. Megatron’s servos held your hips delicately helping to guide you while you rode his mouth.
Megatron’s dermas wrapped around your pelvis as his tongue dragged from your anus to your clit in a mess of drool. Your entire pelvis area felt hot and humid within Megatron’s intake. His optics were half lidded and entirely focused on your face as you furrowed your eyebrows and panted out his name. You tasted divine on his glossa like a luxurious piece of energon candy. He couldn’t help the moan that vibrated out of his intake and directly onto your pussy. You could practically feel his baritone voice in your bones.
“Meg!” You cried out in a moan. Megtron continued sucking and licked at your bare pussy with your pelvis fully situated in his mouth. He teasingly bit at your lower body letting his teeth graze at your skin. You yelped lurching forward. Megtron took your new position as invitation to shove as much of his tongue as he could into your wet heat. You whined humping back against his tongue feeling your hole stretch to accommodate the wet appendage. He fucked you on his tongue turning you into a wet mess pleading for him to make you cum. Megatron swirled his glossa in your hole soaking up every glistening drop of arousal your body could make. Your hole pulsed deliciously around his tongue. It amazed him to no end how small you were compared to him. Just his tongue filled you more than any human cock could.
His modesty plate released with a hiss as he gripped his spike with his other servo. The red biolights pulsing in delight at the noises you made. You gripped onto Megatron’s faceplate with all your strength wailing his name as you came into his mouth. His tongue didn’t slow down continuing to fuck you through your orgasm. He gripped the base of his spike trying to keep his excitement down as you rode out your high.
You slumped onto his hooked nose holding onto the protruding bridge with both your hands as you panted. Megatron’s tongue slowed before finally pulling out of your wet hole. He took one final suck around your pelvis making you whine before pulling you off of his mouth and back onto his chasis.
Megatron could have overloaded just from the sight of your debauched form slumped against his servo. Your legs spread with your skirt pulled over your knees. Your pelvis and thighs soaked with his drool as some mascara began dripping from the tears in your eyes.
“How do you feel, my love?” Megatron’s baritone voice rumbled your pussy making you squirm. “Fuck,” you panted running your fingers over your soaked slit. The fabric of the crotchless panties were absolutely soaked through from sitting inside Megatron’s intake.
Megatron chuckled as he released his spike from his grip so he could bat away at your fingers. You obeyed spreading your legs further to make room for Megatron’s massive digits.
He ran the cold metal of his index over your slit giving your clit a rough rub. Your whole body jerked trying to get away from the over stimulation but Megatron’s servo kept you in place. He slid his digit down your slit until he found your hole.
“Oh god,” you whined feeling Megatron push his digit into you. “Oh fuck it’s too much!”
Megatron ignored your pleas pushing his digit in until you could reach the first joint. Your head lopped backwards with your mouth agape. Your pussy had never been more full and stretched out than on Megatron’s fingers. Tears sprung from your eyes making your mascara leak down your cheeks in black streaks.
Megatron remained focused on fucking his index into your hole watching how your arousal and his saliva mixed and frothed. He could feel his spike twitching and leaking in neglect. Slowly he removed the servo he used to cradle your spent body allowing you to gently flop onto his chasis with your legs spread and your skirt bunched up to your hips.
Through your blurry vision you could see Megatron reaching for his spike and taking the engorged member into his metallic hand. He was pumping himself in time with how he fucked his digit into you.
“It hurts,” you whined clenching around Megatron.
“You know your safe word,” Megatron scolded. “Until then that’s not my problem.”
You tightened at Megatron’s cruel treatment earning a rumbling chuckle from the mech. “How lucky am I to have such a conjux,” he purred memorizing the squelching wet noises your body made. “Such an obedient hole for me to use.” You bucked your hips into his digit feeling your clit begin throb as the painful overstimulation turned into pleasure once again.
Megatron set a brutal pace fucking you on his digit so hard your whole body moved with it. His gritted his teeth feeling his valve clench in time with your cunt as he fisted his spike with reckless abandon. Your juices leaked around his digit making obscene noises coupled with Megatron’s heavy exvents.
You whined out arching your back and clawing at whatever you could grip onto. You lost feeling in your abdomen as your orgasm hit you once again. A pathetic dribble of squirt leaked from your urethra in a steady stream and onto Megatron’s digit. He cursed while grunting your name as his own overload took him over. Transfluid shot from his spike adding lubricant to his servo as he pulled his member up and down before finally stopping.
Your breathing was heavy as was Megatron’s venting. He slowly pulled his digit out of you marveling at how your greedy hole still clung to him before releasing with a pop. Now throbbing around nothing, your spent pussy gaped in your orgasmic bliss. Megatron remained fixated at how your pussy pulsed for a quick second before licking your release off of his finger.
“You did so well, my love,” Megatron praised while scooping you up with his clean hand. Your body felt boneless and limp as you let Megatron maneuver you how he pleased. He sat you back up onto his chasis with your bare cunt against his metal plating. You moaned at the contact but also winced still sensitive from your orgasm. Megatron ran his servo over his spike once more seeing your mascara leak down your cheeks, your lipstick a mess, and your eyeliner smudged around your eyes. “Now stay just like that,” he groaned rubbing his spike once more to your thoroughly used form. “Perfect.”
“Pretty good night, huh?” Rodimus tried not to laugh behind his servo.
Megatron turned to look at the younger bot with a confused and agitated look. The purple lipstick you had worn still stained his nose and around his intake with more splattered around his neck cables. “If you have something to say then speak clearly, Rodimus,” Megatron grumbled trying to find his place again on his datapad.
“Listen, you’d probably better wash up before Magnus gets here,” Rodimus said putting his hands up in front of him. “You know how he is with PDA.”
Megatron turned his datapad off trying to decipher what Rodimus was saying before turning back to the device and seeing his purple stained reflection staring right back at him. From the looks of it, it was a pretty good night indeed.
