#megrod

[flowerprintundies]

Roddy vs Megs

[muanpurr]

[palmiasia]

Changing their glasses~

[celestialrose3]

@gundonskoy

This is a thank you for the art~

No beta, we die like Pipes

If MegRod isn't your speed, walk away.

Servos

Based on art by gundonskoy

A warm touch broke Megatron's concentration. Smaller digits began intertwining his own, finding leverage between the gaps and gently pulling backward to guide him around. He spun silently and was met with a warm look from his co-captain. Meg’s optics rolled with impatience as he watched Rodimus give an exaggerated bow to greet him and a mischievous smirk. 

The red menace was quick to pull his partner's strings with a brush of his lips against the back of his servo. Meg's optics widened as a shade of pink took over his face. A staggered step back from the shock followed, but Rodimus made sure his grasp on him remained firm. A second kiss, still soft but meaningful, nearly caused Megatron to stumble over. He brought his free limb up to his mouth, watching with wonder as the praise to his servo kept coming in slow, steady waves.

A startled jump followed and optics locked onto his captor’s as glossa broke the rhythm of tenderness. Roddy’s smirk grew at the reaction as he swirled as his glossa up his Equal’s servo to the second hinge of his digit. Megatron's free servo flew to his mouth to muffle a low groan and hide a flustered smile as Rodimus mapped the sensitive spaces between the seams. He stepped shyly forward and pressed his digit into the adoration. Rodimus’ face lit up like the fire in his spark and gave a small bite to the hinge he was so enamoured by before reluctantly pulling away to meet Megs halfway.

Megatron dropped to his knees and wrapped a steady hand around Rodimus’s waist. He brought the flame thrower's servo to his own lips and gave a soft peck to the tips of his digits, while pressing a single one of his own against the warm bit across from him. Roddy melted into the touch and the mischief fell from his face; replaced with nothing but love for his partner. The arm holding his middle tugged eagerly, bringing the two closer while servos moved to the backs and sides of each other's helms. Guiding one another, lips met, grips tightened, and a mutual hum fell between the two captains. 

Megatron's HUD pinged:

This is YOUR captain speaking,

Couldn't keep quiet with me around, huh? ;)

[magicmooshka]

imagine you have a huge falling out with your first love, i’m talking HUGE. And this goes on for years and years, with no contact except these really terrible, ugly, heartbreaking fights you get into with them and their friends. But all the while, you hold onto this tiny sliver of hope that maybe someday they’ll realize the terrible person they’ve become, and they’ll come back to you. And you keep hoping, until the time they’ve spent hating you is twice as long, three times as long, ten times as long as the time they spent loving you. All your friends say you’re crazy. You’re the only person holding out hope— and you feel crazy, because what reason has your friend-turned-enemy given you that you think they’ll change? The years continue to pass— eventually, you do too— you die an old man holding onto fruitless hope. And then shortly after you die your friend meets this random ass twink who says “i can fix him” and successfully does what you’d hoped you could do your whole life. And then he lives happily ever after with your friend. Would that be fucked up or what? Well that happened to my good friend optimus prime.

[red-truck]

More Hot Motor Oil photoshoot.

Tried getting their heads as close to each other but their uhh chestplates won't let me.

Casting couch interview soon.😁

[grimxark]

[muanpurr]