#tfa megatron

[imminentmysteryjourney]

POV: TFA OpMeg/MegOp in a nutshell

Megatron, singing: 🎵I just want you for my own🎵

Optimus: 🎵Please leave me the frag alone🎵

[cosmicgirl2000]

I just love them so much my love overflows and I have to make a chicken scratch doodle on a post it note from work ✌🏻

[transformers-spike]

https://www.tumblr.com/transformers-spike/821633378288861184/hear-me-out-tfa-optimus-being-to-milfs-aka?source=share

I read the line "Optimus is the father that stepped up", and I couldn't help but to think about Optimus with a cup reading "I'm not the step-dad, I'm the dad who stepped up", and smugly smiling at Megatron.

He shows up in Trypticon with the mug - making direct optic contact with megatron while sipping on his oil. Aurafarming

[transformers-spike]

The brief way you describe humanformers tfa Megs makes me see him in the 1970s, dunno why

that's... honestly fascinating

[revelverse]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVEL COULD YOU CONTINUE WITH TFA MEGGY'S SOFT AU? 🥹🥹🥹

Sure! 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️

Soft Pt 10

TFA Megatron x Reader

• This is madness and you know it as you shimmy your coveralls down over your hips and bend to unlace your boots. And your hand smacks against the wall for balance when he grabs your waist, his hips brushing against your butt. Feel him hook a servo in the waistband of your underwear to make them dig into the crease of your thighs when he tugs before material rips. “Seriously? Clothes are expensive,” you grumble, looking over your shoulder at his smug smile and knowing he doesn’t care. As you watch he rubs the material between his servos, venting before making your torn underwear just disappear. Subspacing them. Before you can figure that one out, you’re distracted by his spike releasing to pressurize against you.

• Servos smoothing along your side before hooking around you, his palm slides lower to cup you and the noise you make is obscene. Spike pulsing with the thrum of his spark, his servos slide against you as his rumbling deepens. Aching to be inside you, to get this blasphemy out of his system. Pressing a servo inside you, your hips push back. Encouraging him to thrust that servo inside your tight heat as you lean your forehead against your arm braced on the wall. You’re too short for this position even though he’d mass shifted and he growls, slipping his servo free. “Don’t stop,” you groan and he chuckles. Palming your hips, you make a startled noise as he lifts you to get you angled where he needs you. ‘We’re just getting started,’ he growls.

• You can’t even touch the ground at all now, legs dangling as he holds you up like you weigh nothing with your arms braced against the wall. And you have the errant thought that you’re going to be so bruised after this from his servos and getting rocked against the wall. Probably scraped up, too. But then you feel the head of his spike pressing against you and you’re gasping at the stretch, urgently mewling at him to wait. Because he’s big. Shocked when he actually does, his big frame is hot against your back as his forehead rests against the wall over you. “Relax for me, pet. Let me in,” he growls, low voice rougher than you’ve ever heard it to make your toes curl as his hips flex.

• Can feel your field prickling him as his hips barely rock and you gasp. “That’s right. You’re mine and you can take me,” he groans, feeling you finally start to relax as his hips lazily flex. And you’re so much tighter than he imagined as your slick, silken heat takes all of him. “A little more,” he growls, hips rolling as you whimper his name, mouth against your own arm. Trying to be quiet? “Let them hear you, pet. Let them know you’re mine,” he snarls in your ear, hips pumping as one of your legs slides against his. Knows he’d said he’d move on and forget this obsession after having you once, but he’s realizing he’d lied to himself. That he’s going to keep you regardless.

• Squirming where you’re pinned, you can’t move how you want, how you need to. He has all the control as his spike stretches you, stroking deep until you feel every ridge. Sweating from the heat radiating off of him, his hips snap against yours on an animalistic snarl that has you trembling. Lost in the feel of his big frame moving against you and his spike inside you, it’s hard to remember where you are. That you need to be quiet. Especially as you heat and coil, crying out his name when you come apart and his hips keep pumping to draw it out until you’re trembling and his helm thumps against the wall with a snarl as he shudders against you, servos almost bruising on you. Feel the heat of his release as he overloads inside you, venting noisily to stir your hair while his excess runs down your inner thigh. “I changed my mind, pet. I’m keeping you,” he growls in your ear as you flush, knowing those words should alarm you.

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[transformers-spike]

Tfa Megatron is too damn fertile, and won't stop getting his human pregnant

He's got 4 bitties already and is showing no intention of stopping

[rainy-s-other-corner]

Time for some relationship drama!

*The scene is set with Cadet exploring the unknown territory. As he does, Cadet could hear pedesteps behind him. He summoned his axe and swung, only for it to be blocked.*

Cadet: …Why are you following me?

Brute: Why are you here?

Cadet: I asked you first.

Brute: *smiles* I’m just on a solo scouting mission. Now answer my question.

Cadet: *glares* I’m here for an actual scouting mission, unlike you.

Brute: You really think that?

*Cadet just rolled his eyes before pulling his axe away. He huffs before he starts walking away. Brute follows him.*

Cadet: Why are you following me?

Brute: Would it not be wise to go in the same direction together? *smiles*

Cadet: … *optic twitch*

*Twenty kliks of silence later…*

Brute: I heard you’re still playing around with that student of Sage.

Cadet: *stops* …Why do you care?

Brute: I’m still surprised that you are courting someone like that. Someone who is unfocused and very sparklingish.

Cadet: *whirls around* Who I court is none of your business! Especially with my relationship with Smokescreen! 

Brute: *raise an optical ridge* Is that so? Because last I heard, you two were testing this relationship, not officially together yet. And everyone is expecting you to start courting him soon, if not already.

Cadet: *freezes* I…I…

Brute: *smiles, placing his servo under Cadet’s chin* What’s this? Cybercat got your glossa? *leans in* May I help you with that?

Cadet: *snaps out of it and pulls away.* Don’t you dare! *starts storming away* I don’t need you of all cons to tell me what to do with my love life! I’m doing just fine!

Brute: Is that so? Then why not tell him yes when he asks you to be his courting mate?

Cadet: … *stops before whirling around* I…I will! And when I do…I’ll laugh in your face!

Brute: And I can’t wait for you to do that. *grabs Cadet’s servo and places a kiss on it.* And do have those audial jewelry with you in case you can’t say it.

Cadet: *pulls his servo away* Like pits I will! *transformers and drives away.*

*Brute smiled as he watched Cadet drive away. As he drives away, Brute chuckles.*

Brute: It won’t be long until you change your mind…my dear little Autobot~.

[transformers-spike]

TFA humanformer Megatron would probably dread the mistake baby at it's baby stage, all it does is cry and be clingy to it's mother, he probably now wears earplugs at night and would ignore the kid till the mother would go to cradle it only to bring the baby in the bed with them, get baby burbs in yo face old man

dude could have chosen an abortion but nah, he wanted to keep his spawn

so now he's getting blue-balled

can't fuck his partner when his baby is constantly crying. Doesn't matter how quiet he tries to be, his child can sense his wretched vibes from across the room