It's such a silly concept to use rodimus as a portable korean bbq but also like i can imagine anything as sexy tbh. Though i also have just been a fan of nyotaimori/nantaimori on the backburner for ages tbh...
Imagine a cybertronian equivalent where instead of sushi it's like small cubes of energon in different varieties and with different condiments and sauces like motor oil and stuff... The dips are the in the most uncomfortable and unstable spots on Roddy's body, making it hard to dip the cubes and... Not stain the pretty bot.
I swore not to write a story... but it doesn't stop me from having an au!
This is the formal presentation of "Chain for a promise" (or CFP). From now on, posts related to the AU will be tagged this way.
I'm not planning to draw a series of comics with the entire story... I have more specific moments and scenes, which I plan to draw as doodles and small narratives. From time to time you will see me chattering about a specific topic. I'm open to answering questions from time to time :) This little one is going to contain several headcanons and personal interpretations that will probably stray from the original story, but I will try to make it make sense and be enjoyable.
(could someone explain to me how to place more than 10 images in a post? or is it just a limitation of the app?)
Two of the servers I'm in hosted a Secret Santa event and I had the wonderful privilege of getting to participate!! I got to make a gift for @the-reddish-muse and draw their OC, Huntress, with TFA Megs / Optimus!! I hope you enjoy!!!
saw the sweater on Pinterest and couldn't resist LMAO
Happy Holidays and I'm so glad I got to meet the wonderful people I did this year!!!
I'm gonna be doing a Transformers Marathon night with a friend of mine soon and I got a whole menu planned so everything looks kinda like TF food (thank you TF wiki you are a godsend).
I'm also doing my own energon drinks.
It's gonna be non alcoholic because I don't drink and because of allergies a lot of stuff is off the table.
So I've been experimenting the last couple of weeks and these are my test batches:
(don't mind the BG plz or the awful camera quality)
The red/pinkish energon is hibiscus lemonade, the blue energon is limeade with some powder algae food coloring (I dunno the English word but it contains an extract from algae and apple).
I have a friend who's helping me make these into the ultimate energon drinks and I wanna know:
I just- sob weep- where are all the predacon babies? Ik where but, where???
I would like to see them! Tiny tots! Little dragons! Most dangerous children possible but still SO cute!!!
What if the TFE bots DID find a weird robo egg and it hatched into a tiny robo dragon!! Then they take care of the destructive little baby!! And then introduce Predaking cuz apparently that's his kid
Predaking's kid? That could be really fun. What if Jawbreaker got jealous of the baby? 'Cus JB is a dinobot, but the baby is a predacon. It's kinda hard to beat a dragon in coolness levels. Conflict ensues ending with lessons about self worth and individual value and all that good stuff.
Im bad at actual prompts but i need something with tfa megatron :'0 perhaps with some size kink... gn human reader or cybertronian either way megs is Huge hehe
Oh yeah, TFA Megs is 35 ft tall making him like the second or third tallest Megatron. This ask was just specific enough to give me a vision, but just vague enough to let me do whatever. So, I kinda went really into the size thing and there is zero mass displacement. Ask for huge and you shall receive nothing less.
A Little Faith
TFA Megatron x GN!Reader
Warnings: Extreme size difference, kidnapping, body licking, kinda dub-con since the reader is absolutely terrified but also into it. I don’t know how to describe this other than reader is used to jack off (is there a word for this?), no penetration, so much transfluid, “little one” as term of endearment, reader referred to as “pet”.
Word Count: 1.3k
The hair on your arms prickled and a shiver ran through your body as you stood frozen in fear. You swallowed hard, involuntary trembling under Megatron’s menacing gaze. Although the Decepticon leader towered over you, exuding an intimidating air of power, you did your best to put on a brave face. It was impossible to look at him without craning your neck, since you were barely tall enough to reach halfway up his calves; so there you were, a shaking, tiny form at the mech’s pedes.
“Don’t look so frightened, little one,” his deep voice urged as he knelt down in front of you. It didn’t make him any less menacing though as he was still nearly two stories tall even on his knees. “I’m not going to harm you,” he purred, “as long as you behave.”
The polite threat in his words brought no comfort as you stood in his looming shadow. Glancing around the cavern, you knew there were too many tunnels for you to navigate through. You’d never make it far enough before he caught up. Though you weren’t sure you’d try running, even if it were an option. He could crush you in a heartbeat, and you had no doubt Megatron would if he tired of your defiance. So you didn’t move an inch, instead choosing to watch and wait for what the mech would do next. He moved a servo towards you, making you flinch, which in turn caused him to stop and chuckle.
“Come now, you must have some faith in my words. Otherwise we won’t have any fun together,” he gave you a sly grin, sending another shiver down your spine.
You’d hoped maybe you’d have some witty quip to throw at him, or a jarring insult to make yourself feel a little bigger in his presence. But your mind was blank, entirely unable to conjure a thought beyond fear. Megatron softly scoffed at your silence before raising back to his pedes and walking over to a makeshift throne. He sat down, resting his arms and spreading his legs, taking up as much space as possible.
“Come closer, human,” he beckoned, and you hesitantly shuffled forward. “Mm, good,” he hummed in approval. “Now strip for me.”
“E-excuse me?” you stuttered in surprise. He couldn’t possibly be suggesting-
“It isn’t a difficult command to follow,” he narrowed his optics. “Strip.”
Confusion took over, giving you momentary relief from fear until it quickly faded as his demand sunk in. What else were you going to do? Argue? He was waiting, and you didn’t want to push his patience too far, so you slowly began to undress. Megatron hummed in approval at your obedience and watched with a satisfied expression.
Once you were naked, you were no longer trembling from fear, but from the cold. Moving quickly, you wrapped your arms around yourself in a vain attempt to preserve body heat and maintain a shred of modesty. Frustrated your actions did little to help you in this frigid cave, you sighed and kept your eyes towards the ground. Megatron ensured you didn’t stand alone for long though.
“Come,” he reached down, offering his servo to you, “let me warm you.”
You frowned and slowly stepped closer until you were near enough to feel the heat radiating from his frame. Goosebumps covered your body again as it adjusted to the change in temperature, welcoming his warmth. You found yourself gravitating closer to Megatron until you were within his reach and he swept you up in one servo. You yelped in surprise and your body tensed as you were lifted high into the air.
“Shh, I told you I will not hurt you,” he opened his servo, allowing you to rest your back against his digits. “I must say, you’ve done well so far. Let's not change that, hm?”
His optics scanned your body and you curled in on yourself, holding your legs to your chest in an effort to hide from his intense gaze. You lifted your head enough to barely make eye contact and nodded once in response.
“Good,” he hummed, “now don’t be so shy,” he said before using his free servo to prod until you released your legs.
His movement was so fast you hardly had time to react as he brought you closer, opened his mouth, and licked you. The sudden wetness of his glossa made you gasp at the odd feeling, and you couldn’t escape it. His glossa was so large there was little he could do to keep his actions controlled. So it ran all the way up your legs and over your sex, making you writhe beneath his ministrations. He continued up your chest and across your cheek, covering most of your face and making you wince in disgust.
“That’s the closest you’ll get to a kiss, little one,” Megatron chuckled at your reaction before continuing.
The longer he used his glossa, the more your discomfort faded. His warm, wet, unrelenting touch was overwhelming and soon had you stifling little gasps as they grew into moans of pleasure. It was embarrassing, knowing he could hear, but Megatron greatly enjoyed the sounds you made as you relaxed under his touch. You heard Megatron let out a soft, rumbling groan as his array opened, revealing his pressurized spike. Megatron slowly pumped his spike, coating it with his own lubricant as he continued to lick at your body. When he pulled back he had a satisfied smile seeing what a mess you were and was only excited by the prospect of pushing you further.
Since he'd kept his word so far, you stayed still in his servo, waiting and breathing heavily until Megatron grabbed you like a doll and lowered you towards his spike. It was unbelievably massive; longer and thicker than your entire body. Your eyes went wide when he wrapped his servo around his spike, leaving you pressed in between as the gray mech silently began to drag you up and down against his length. The pressure was firm, but your body was coated with enough saliva and lubricant to ensure you slid against him smoothly.
It was surreal watching the towering mech gaze upon you with lustful optics as he used your body like this. Still pent up from his glossa you decided to give in and accept the moment, choosing to wrap your arms around his spike and grind your hips against him, seeking your own pleasure with each stroke.
“Look at you,” he panted, “perfectly selfish in your desires.” Megatron slowed his movements to better watch you grind and buck against him. “You’d make such a good little pet,” he cooed.
You closed your eyes and rocked your hips as Megatron picked up his pace, tightening his grip and venting heavily. This mighty Decepticon leader was panting above you, tilting his helm back and letting out deep, gravely moans that grew louder as he threw composure to the wind. You bit your lip, spurred on by the sound of his voice. It only took a few more moments before you reached your peak, letting out a breathy moan too quiet for him to notice. A few moments later Megatron growled and with no other warning his servo stilled as he overloaded, drenching your body in his transfluid. When he finally opened his servo, he reveled in your dazed expression and sloppy state.
“What a mess we’ve made,” he purred. “Shall we clean you up?” he asked with a devilish grin before once again lifting you to lick at your body.
Overstimulated by his glossa, you whined but didn’t protest as he roughly “cleaned” you. Once most of it was gone, Megatron paused for a moment to look at you, tilting his helm and raising a brow.
“Well, little one; you behaved perfectly,” he hummed with a smile. “I think I just might keep you.”
Too exhausted to argue, and fully knowing you had no chance of escape, you decided to speak your mind with a simple request. “If you’re going to keep me here, I’ll need a real bath.”
“Duly noted,” he nodded. “Nothing but the best for what is mine,” Megatron replied before carrying his new pet off to get you settled in your new home.
If Earthspark follows IDW/G1 events as close to canon as possible then there's the possibility that Optimus memories of him becoming a Prime ARE, as a matter of fact, shadows.
In the Transformers G1 episode "War Dawn" we do see Optimus Prime become Optimus thanks to Alpha Trion saving the life of Orion Pax who was almost killed by Megatron... THAT Bot giving Orion the Matrix looks like Alpha Trion if you ask me...
So maybe... JUUUUUUUST MAYBE... That's why that specific memory is more clouded, more dark, more of a shadow.
It's the shadow of a memory before Optimus was thrown into the thick of the war, before he became Optimus.
Are you a Transformers blog? Do you like Transformers stuff? Do you just wanna talk Transformers?
I am looking for TF fans to just chat and engage with.
Just started watching properly Transformers Earthspark, fave show Transformers Animated and Prime and I'm not opposed to MTMTE (if only all issues were ever released in my country).
Anyway...
Hit me with TF headcanons, ideas, requests, short or big stuff.
I saw you were taking transformers requests and uhm... If you don't mind?
Transformers Earthspark or Animated Megatron reunited with their Conjunx (fem) after the war? Headcanon or one shot you pick...
Thank you 🙏
This request was a lot of fun to write! Also check out my gloriously kind requester's Tumblr page please!
*Original Character featured in this oneshot, "Huntress" belongs to the-reddish-muse*
Be Still My Beating Spark
TFE Megatron x Cybertronian Fem OC
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1600+
Hunger… The overwhelming sensation that drove her through the forest. It felt like she had been hungry for a long, long time now. She had been on the trail of an energon scent for some time now, having been traversing many miles of terrain in pursuit. Her senses were powerful, and she salivated at the thought of finally reaching her quarry. Long claws moved gracefully across the dirt before she came to a stop, bending down to smell a drop of vibrant magenta liquid. So close…
There was a sudden loud metal creak from up ahead, and our mysterious beast stalked closer to find an old hangar bay, and a Cybertronian mech prying open the large rusted metal doors. The mech was clutching his left shoulder, which was leaking energon, most likely from a fresh wound. The drive to satiate her hunger drove her into a frenzy, emitting a ferocious roar before charging out from the brush, briefly locking optics with her surprised prey.
*Meanwhile…..*
It had been a relatively uneventful day for Megatron, and the mech was resting in his lat mode in one of G.H.O.S.T’s air fields. It was a quiet day, until the ever-familiar alarm went off, only meaning that he was being called into action.He sighed, Another Decepticon for the humans to lock away… Megatron was disliking this human alliance with each passing day. Begrudgingly, he responded to the alert and soon received coordinates, before activating his engine and taking flight. As Megatron approached the coordinates, from above he could see an old aircraft hangar bay in the middle of a rural field. He recognized the bright firetruck red and cobalt blue paint job and internally rolled his optics, Of course he got here first. Optimus Prime, G.H.O.S.T’s lap dog.
As Megatron began his descent, he transformed mid-air and landed with one knee and fist meeting the ground first. It was a superhero-pose landing for sure. Along with Optimus, they were joined by Elita-One and various G.H.O.S.T agents. “So where is this dangerous Decepticon we are to neutralize? Or did you ask me here for a social visit?” Megatron said, clearly not wanting to be here. “Well, oddly that’s not the issue, Megatron.” Optimus stepped forward and gestured towards an unconscious Decepticon laying prone on his back right outside of the hangar bay doors, “It appears that Cutthroat was ambushed. He’s alive, but he had a significant amount of energon drained from him.” Megatron knelt down, getting closer to the unconscious Decepticon before him, “Mandroid’s work?” Optimus shrugged, “At first, that’s what we surmised, but this attack doesn’t share Mandroid’s usual signature.” Upon closer inspection, Megatron could see clear puncture marks on Cutthroat’s,,, well… throat.
Megatron froze as a wave of memories came flooding back to him, How? After all this time? Optimus studied the expression hanging on Megatron’s face, “What is it, Megatron? Do you have any idea who or what might have done this?” Megatron cleared his throat, “...Perhaps.” Suddenly there was a loud rustle in the thick underbrush in the forest to the right. Two armed G.H.O.S.T agents activated their weapons and went to investigate. The sound of screaming soon followed, along with the sight of those two G.H.O.S.T agents being launched out of the woods, hitting the ground with a resounding thud. Fearsome growls and roars were heard from the thicket, and a pair of glowing red optics peered from the shadows. Of course the first action G.H.O.S.T took was to start firing their weapons in that direction. The roars became angrier and a slender tail with a bladed spade at the end whipped around furiously, before the mystery bot darted from its cover and bolted deeper into the forest.
Megatron saw a flash of distinctive yet familiar blue armor and freezes. It couldn’t be…
His thoughts rushed through his processor, wondering if it could really be… her. Turning towards Optimus, Megatron bellows “Stay behind and secure Cutthroat! I will deal with the second one!” And with that, Megatron sprints into the thick forest ahead. His optics dart around at every tree and shadow, determined to locate this mystery bot. Before his next step could reach the ground, the wind is knocked out of him as he is tackled by a massive blue bestial Cybertronian. Megatron’s frame falls onto the ground, however he is unable to get his bearings as he is forcefully pressed down upon by his attacker. As he looks up, he sees a large lion-like predacon with vivid azure armor, and a helm akin to a wolf. The beast’s scarlet optics stare down at him, and a golden tail flicks aggressively. Pinned down, Megatron locks optics with his assailant and freezes, recognizing this bot, “…Huntress?”
The hybrid bot before him stopped in its tracks, before transforming into a Cybertronian femme with pointed ears, scarlet optics, and a vibrant blue side part on her helm, “…Megatron? …What are you doing here?” It felt as if time had gone still for Megatron, his optics open wide as they’re locked onto the azure femme before him. The last time he had seen her was just before the end of the war. The Autobots needed someone to take on an important mission and Huntress had volunteered. Megatron was strongly opposed as he deemed the mission too risky and dangerous.
But she made her point, and Megatron respected her decision and off she went. That would be the last time he would see her, until now. “I looked for you when you didn’t return. I tried everything I could to contact you but… you never replied. I wanted to search every piece of this planet but Optimus… he feared that would risk revealing our kind to the world and that protecting our cover was imperative. …I wish I hadn’t had listened.” The prior gladiator could still hardly believe this wasn’t a dream, “…Where have you been all this time?”
That was an interesting question, and Huntress wished the answer was simple. Well it was simple, but not to explain. She stepped backwards, allowing Megatron room to get up, her face full of shame. “…I.. I’m sorry. How.. how long has it been?” Megatron stared at his conjunx, his sparkmate, realizing she must’ve been through a harrowing ordeal, “…It’s been many years, Huntress. The war is over and we have new human allies. …For better or for worse.” She turned to look at the ground before placing a servo on her chest, her spark sinking at Megatron’s words, “….that long?” Her mind swirled and she panicked No… how could I have allowed this to happen again?
Huntress had been forged with a specific quirk, one which she was able to run on both energon, as all Cybertronians did, but with a twist. Additionally, she could also gain sustenance from the energon running through the veins of Cybertronians themselves. If her energon levels were to become too low and close to critical, her survival instincts would override her programming and she would become locked in her beast mode, starving for fresh energon.
“M-Megatron… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to disappear or leave you and the others. The last thing I remember clearly before today was being on the mission. I remember feeling weak… starving, then everything went black. Like I was there but not? My next memory was from today… the smell of Cybertronian energon and the taste of it running down my throat. I remember hearing shouting and then I was shot at and then you…” She shuts her optics and sucks in a deep intake and she begins to shake slightly, struggling to keep her emotions in check. “I…I’m ashamed. I should’ve prepared better. I should’ve listened to you—“ The femme stopped as she felt a gentle touch on her chin, feeling her faceplate being lifted upwards.
She opened her optics to see Megatron’s soft gaze staring back at her, his digits on her chin as he had lifted it to meet his gaze. “How I have missed gazing into your beautiful optics…” his voice was soft, but pained with deep yearning. Huntress struggled not to break down as she stared into his optics. How could he forgive her so easily? After so many years of being apart, Megatron still looked at her as if nothing had changed. She messed up astronomically. She had forgotten her mission, her comrades, her friends, …and worst of all, Megatron. Her emotions overpowered her, and tears rolled down her cheeks, “...Megatron, you can’t mean to tell me that you aren’t angry with me at all? After all this time you’ve been searching for me, and still you look at me the same as if nothing happened?”
Huntress was taken aback as she felt the sudden embrace of Megatron’s arms, and the sensation of his warm lips upon hers as he pulled her close. It felt as if time stood still as she took in his warmth, feeling his pure adoration and love through their bond. After what felt to be an eternity, Megatron slowly pulled his lips from hers, staring down at her with an intense longing, “There is no distance that could separate us. No amount of time that could make me forget your love. Nothing in this universe could ever make me stop cherishing every nanosecond I am able to be yours.”
And with that, he pulled you closer to his chest and kissed you with the warmth of a thousand suns…
“Awwww, it’s cute. Very generic, but cute. I love it has a little tongue sticking out.” Shuna giggled, taking the stuffie and resuming their look around the shop.
"We got most everything of what we need, we got the seat, the toys and some extras... Maybe a few extra bottles, just to be safe and the crib. Then we're done my love."
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