#tlk megatron

[jinbeizamezama]

POV: You're Skybound Megatron.

[revelboo]

So my mom took me to Universal as a 30th birthday surprise and this pic I got with Megs is so meme esque I love it and I thought you might also enjoy the memeness🤣 sadly I think only prerecorded lines were playing for him that day😭

It’s still a lot of fun to get pictures with them! I think my friend said that Cali has two that voice act for Megs

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TLK Megatron x Reader

• Skin prickling as you startle awake at the low, rough rumbling, your head turns and his masked face brushes against your upper back as he vents. And those strange, aggressive sounds he makes have your heart racing. Making an odd throaty croaking that makes you remember a video you’d seen of a crocodile about to attack, his mask retracts so he can brush his jaw against you. Dropping to lay beside you, an arm draped across the back of your thighs to keep you still, he growls.

• Chin on your back as his optics almost shutter, he rumbles lazily feeling you squirm slightly to get comfortable. “Lazy human,” he growls and you huff out a breath, your cheek on your arm. ‘I need eight hours of sleep,’ you mumble without any real heat and he clears his vents, engine noise shifting to a rough purr as you stretch. “Always sleeping.” Can feel you breathing, the rise and fall of your chest strange but oddly familiar after being around you for so long.

• Resisting the urge to snort at him, you can feel the noise of his internal systems humming into you as he pins you on your front, mindful of his weight. And as much as he gripes about you sleeping too much, he always wants to cuddle. Rumbling against you, his servos toy with your fingers, hand covering yours. “We’ll be moving again soon,” he growls and you groan a protest.

• “Already?” You grumble and he almost smiles even as he understands. Hates being forced to move, but his scouts had reported some suspicious humans in the area looking around. Snooping. Getting far too close for comfort. Knows it’s the Autobot’s allies. That as soon as the soldiers are sure this is the right area, they’ll attack. Would rather stand his ground and fight, but things are complicated now.

• “Don’t whine,” he says, venting to blast you with hot air. Squirming as his servos toy with your fingers, you try to look back and see him. Meeting his half-shuttered, red optics. “I’ll find somewhere better. More defensible,” he adds, servos rubbing your fingertips as you sigh. Know why he keeps moving you and his forces, but you just want a place you can call home. To not move every few months for safety. Had thought the Autobots would let his people go if he wasn’t causing problems, but apparently not. Still hunting for him and the other Decepticons.

The absolute chaos necessary to stream

[kheprri-garde]

Absorbing the heat from the sun is an incredibly important part of a flight-frame's daily activities!

Lennox has never worked with one up until being transferred to the TRF and having to alongside Megatron. Both Cade and Simmons seem to be information magnets that somehow figure stuff out before Lennox does (despite him having worked with the transformers for much longer).

Though, he's far more concerned with Cade being so nonchalant with Megatron (yk the guy who destroyed an entire city, tried to transport cybertron to earth via space bridge, and is known to view humans as insects) taking a peaceful catnap in the middle of the junkyard.

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Megatron being sleepy is just one of my fav things to draw. Compile that onto my au where he doesn't get much recharge anyways. He'd probably prefer napping where there AREN'T autobots roaming around constantly, but you take what you can get.

[akire2002]

...then sleep, little scout... recharge in my embrace. No harm will come to you here.

I'll keep you safe and warm and mine.

(And megatron in his dragon atl mode)

[revelboo]

Dare I say getting sandwiched between TLK Op and TLK Megs? 👀👀

🤣 why not? 🔞 Mass displaced mechs 🌶️ DP implied fem bits

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TLK Optimus x Reader, TLK Megatron x Reader

• When Optimus asked you to help with negotiations, you weren’t sure what exactly you could do to help the huge bot. Especially with his oldest enemy, Megatron. This? Wasn’t even on your long list, though as Megatron’s optics narrow and he pulls against the heavy chains binding him mass displaced, the weird harness attached to him keeping him trapped on his knees at this smaller size, arms spread wide and clawed servos completely encapsulated in steel and concrete, the chains embedded in the wall. But he’s far from safe, you can feel the malice rolling off of him. Those red optics narrowing as Optimus secures the cell door behind him and he turns to a camera high in a corner to signal whoever’s in control to stop recording.

• Mass shifting, Optimus drags you back into his frame, turning you to face Megatron. His oldest enemy and once, a friend. Servos resting against your throat, he nuzzles your cheek. “Show him what’s mine,” he growls, lips brushing your earlobe and you untie the sash on the long covering, letting it fall from your shoulders to bare soft skin. And Megatron’s optics narrow hungrily. Servo hooking under the delicate lace at your throat and draping in crisscrossing layers down your torso, the light catches on the blue and red metal of his claim. Trying to calm his fury that you’re what Megatron had demanded for his cooperation. Wanting to eviscerate the other mech rather than let him touch you. Gently tugging you to the low berth Megatron hasn’t been allowed to use, he sits and pulls you into his lap. Meets Megatron’s optics as he cups you, servos sliding against you, one spearing inside you.

• Venting as Optimus pumps a servo inside you, your thighs hooked over his and spread, Megatron knows this is killing the Prime. That Optimus would rather murder him and lose his intel than let him frag his little bond mate. Smiling lazily to bare his denta imagining Optimus’s pretty Conjunx gift jingling with every thrust as he bends you over and takes you. “What’s wrong, Prime,” he growls. “Afraid your pet will enjoy me better?” Laughing as Optimus glares at him, knowing that if he didn’t have valuable information, he’d just end him. And so far his attempts to torture it out of him have failed, without his medic to snoop in his processor, Optimus is forced to negotiate.

• Breath catching as Optimus keeps stroking you, optics locked on Megatron, you can feel the tension in his frame. Know he hates this. Hates asking this of you. “I want you, too,” you whisper, shivering as the other mech bears sharp denta. What’s wrong with you for wanting to do this? What would your mate think if he knew you’re aroused at the ideal of Megatron chained and helpless, about both of them inside you. And he adds a second servo, pumping them inside you as your hips buck on a gasp. Hearing him growling as you tremble against him and he slips his servos free, nudging you out of his lap as he slides to kneel beside you, sliding his slick servos against you, pressing one inside and stroking, you’ve taken him here before, but you’re still nervous. Know he’s trying to get you ready to take two spikes before going to adjust Megatron’s restraints. Allowing the warlord enough slack to slowly stand.

• “You’re going to have to help me frag your mate if you won’t free me,” Megatron taunts and Optimus grips your hips as the Decepticon frees his spike. “Lift your tight, little conjunx onto my spike.” The warlord laughs and Optimus’s servos tighten on your hips, lifting you. Lining your body up and hearing your shaky whimper when he eases you down and you take Megatron’s spike. “Your mate’s slick for me, Prime.” Releasing his own spike, Optimus rocking himself against your soft skin as Megatron’s hips snap against you. Your head falls back against his shoulder on a moan as Megatron ruts inside you and he keeps you supported while trying to keep you away from the warlord’s sharp denta, because given half a chance, Megatron will tear your throat out to kill him, too. “Such a good little pet,” Megatron taunts, venting loudly and Optimus ignores him, sliding the head off his spike against you and slowly stretching you as you gasp.

• “The information,” Optimus snarls, his own hips lazily rocking and you writhe between them. Shuddering realizing they’re both inside you, Megatron bares his denta. Can feel Optimus’s spike sliding against his own with only a thin layer of you separating Optimus from him and it’s shocking in its intimacy. Realizing he’s unconsciously matching Optimus’s rhythm, that you’re getting louder right before you shatter, fisting his spike. Optimus’s optics locking with his over your head as they both move faster inside you.

• Arching and squirming at the almost uncomfortably full feeling of two spikes stretching you, as soon as you’d relaxed, you climaxed. Hard. And again when Megatron rolls his hips, burying himself deep and grinding to make Optimus snarl. Trapped between them, you wish Megatron’s hands were free, that you could feel both of them gripping you as their hips pump, copying each other’s rhythm, hips snapping urgently against you. And Optimus overloads first, servos bruising on your hips and waist. The feel of him filling you seeming to set off Megatron, his hips pumping wildly before he’s overloading. Until you’re trembling between them and slicked with them, their excess running down your thighs. “The information or I’m fragging it out of you,” Optimus snarls and Megatron’s optics flash.

[kheprri-garde]

Cade is too used to being allowed to compliment the autobots and their very nice looking vehicle modes and forget that you can’t just do that to the leader of the decepticons one day.

[kheprri-garde]

Bro and his 0 rizz

[revelboo]

just thinking about how cybertronians likely don't get bad breath/morning breath (except our bug boys, who just eat whatever rotting carcasses are lying around)

just imagining a bot coming in like 'why do you smell so bad all of a sudden???' as i casually hide the jar if pickled garlic I've been eating lmao

🤣 human warfare 🔞

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TLK Megatron x Reader

• Feel servos wrap around your ankle and you’re dragged on your belly before he’s flipping you onto your back, his battle mask retracting as the mass displaced mech drops his face against your belly to vent. And immediately recoils, plating lifting aggressively as you glare up at him. Figuring out the alien mechs can be weird about scents had been a blessing in disguise. Because strong, perfumed scents bother them and tend to work as amazing deterrents, something you’re not afraid to use to your advantage when you’re not in the mood for his attentions.

• Snarling as his clawed servos gouge grooves into the berth on either side of your naked body, he clears his vents aggressively. Again? Thought he’d found and destroyed every one of those stinking bottles of scents one of his soldiers had mistakenly provided you, but apparently you’ve been hiding some of them. “You stink,” he growls, battle mask snapping back into place. Rumbling dangerously in threat as frustration winds through him, because you’re naked, thighs slightly spread in invitation and you stink. His spike depressurizing as he keeps trying to clear that offensive scent from his vents.

• Rolling over onto your belly to ignore him, you stretch lazily. Aware that he could seriously hurt you if he wanted to, that he’s cranking himself up to a full blown tantrum, but that he won’t touch you. And he’s shoving up onto his peds, pacing. “You don’t like lillies and gardenia?” You ask innocently as his snarling gets louder. Making a show of sniffing your wrist, you hide a wince, because you really do stink with how much of it you’d sprayed on. Eu de funeral home curbing his libido at least even if your eyes are burning, too.

• Engine snarling louder as you stare at him over your shoulder, expression daring him to mount you. Denta bared behind his mask, you shriek when he grabs you by a leg and drags you to your little wash rack while you kick at him. Intending to wash that stink off of you and shoving open the door, he recoils, venting raggedly. Did you dump that stuff in here on everything? Temper flaring out of control, he snarls as his spike finishes depressurizing.

• And he’s roaring, letting go of you to go ballistic on your wash rack. Smashing it apart as he snarls alien gibberish that’s likely profanity, in a full on toddler tantrum. Sitting up, you watch him go on a rampage, taking out his anger on the room since he won’t touch you when he’s this pissed off and you’re thankful for that. Venting raggedly, he turns and points at you as you just stare back refusing to cower in the face of his temper, because it only makes him worse when you do. “Wash that off now,” he growls and you raise your brows, making a show of looking around at the destruction. Biting into the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing as he snarls loudly, pointing at you and ranting in Cybertronian. Definitely not singing your praises right now as he swears at you to make you glad you can’t understand him. And you’re not that surprised when he goes clawing through your stuff, hunting for the bottles to destroy and throwing your stuff. He’ll wind down eventually, but right now? You’re untouchable.