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I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR MEGATRON STORY!!! I have even downloaded it and saved it to my kindle! I love me a complex man <3 i know you see him as unintentionally creepy, but i wonder how he would be affectionate once he is in a relationship? on a personal note one of my courtship rituals that i'm doing with my to be partners is "book reports" essentially book club but written, I like know what poeple think about things. What would he do when presented with such a proposition? Sorry this is a chunky anon but I have slowly fallen in love with megs <3

Thank you so much that means everything to me oh my gosh.

I'm glad so many people are liking this version of Megatron

As for affection, once he’s in a relationship, I think Megatron would express it not through touch, not right away. but through attention.

Your courtship ritual, writing reports on books and sharing perspectives, that’s something I think would leave him genuinely moved. When presented with a reading list, he defaults to what comes naturally to him: analysis, scrutiny, reflection. His reports (essays really), wouldn’t just be summaries; they’d be his attempt to meet you on your terms, digest the information to understand your world. 

You’d notice he struggles with human concepts such as relationships, family, and belonging. He knows them intellectually, but not intuitively. So these essays would double as concealed cries: Help me understand this. Help me feel what you feel when you read it. He would never phrase it that directly.

Though he’s a reserved type of mech, stoic by habit and design. There’s something about the book reports that causes him to slip into a new way of thinking about affection and love. He starts to understand affection not just as concept, but as practice. He begins to imagine what it might look like to enact the things he reads about. 

The way a character steadies someone with a hand at the back. The way people touch to reassure and to show they’re listening. He ruminates on these actions, he picks up on when others in the room display casual affection. Constantly fantasizing about how you would react to that kind of attention. It intrigues and frightens him in equal measure, 

He begins to rehearse these things privately. Considers what it would take to reach out, to place a hand against your back, to let you lean into him. These simple gestures carry more weight than he knows how to measure. Public affection would be impossible, absolutely not with this rumor mongering crew.. But in private moments, he’d learn. Slowly.

When you offer your love, fingers at his jaw, your head resting against his chest—he accepts it with reverence. And afterward, he thinks about it for hours. Not because he doubts it, but because he’s trying to understand why it mattered. And how to do it again.

As things deepen, he surprises you. Once affection crosses into hunger, he doesn’t ration it. He kisses like it’s the only language he still remembers. Long, deliberate, all-consuming. One hand behind your back, the other braced against the wall, or the desk, or the nearest surface that can hold the weight of him. He gets caught in it,forgetting the time, forgetting restraint, until your lips are swollen and your knees are unsteady and you have to pull back just to breathe. And even then, he follows, chasing your mouth like its all he has left to hold on to 

He doesn’t mean to lose himself. But when he loves, he loves with his whole body. And when he’s allowed to touch, he doesn’t know how to stop.

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Reminder to take very good care of yourself! You are not a robot, and even if you were, you'd need a break sometimes 💚

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Interesting proposition

Hello,

I don't post very often, sorry just very busy and i easily forget this exists haha.

But I have been thinking about something i think would be fun to do!

The idea is basically Valve plug centered around Human/robot (i can keep it vague enough to include non-cybertronians).

In POV style so the camera is positioned where the head is yaknow.

Video ideas i had was like pulling out cable and doing repairs, now i know how to crimp wires back together and i can do reschearch into like "realistic" repairs yaknow? I don't want to imply i want it to be seen and it be part of the stick. I have mental plans on making a sort of chassis to do these. I might just make it for me~ hehehe, but if i were to make videos would anyone want to see them? Would anyone be willing to pay? (for reference i was thinking like 10USD a month type thing idk yet) Also had ideas to make a servo, in cybertronian slang, to ride if you catch my drift.

there is one issue, I don't really want to be talking verbally (i really don't want to hear my own voice it gives me the icks). Some ideas around this were subtitles or breaks like 1920s black and white films. Would this still be acceptable??? Are there better alternatives?

*if i get 100 notes on this i'm making a better ideas list and an tumbler account dedicated for this idea then will gage on engagement

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taking the porn off tumblr just made us all hornier. it used to be that we’d only sexualize basic things, like human bodies. but now?? you wouldn’t believe the things my mutuals are getting off to

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megatron + optimus and their weird gunplay..

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Thoughts: TFP Ratchet walking in on you using a dildo based on his spike

I want him emotionally and physically but right now, physically is winning. That is all

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There are two things that are simultaneously true when it comes to sex with Ratchet.

1) It is mind-blowing.

2) It is rare.

It’s not just past experience that makes him so good in bed. As an older mech, he’s not only accumulated experience but also the patience to draw out your pleasure. Even if you belong to different species, Ratchet’s keen optics sensitise him to every minuscule detail of your pleasure, making him a quick study. It sends a rush of pleasure through you to think about the fact that he’s not just a quick learner when it comes to any human body, but yours specifically.

Also, alien dick is huge. Optimus dwarfs near everybody, but him aside, Ratchet is not a small mech - broad and stocky, holding his own among the other Autobots - and naturally, when it came to you, he might as well have been a giant. The first time he revealed his spike to you, you’d stared at it for so long that he started to get nervous. He’d glanced off to the side and sullenly mumbled something about not being enough, and your confused-horny brain finally pulled itself together long enough to realise he’d made an attempt to study the intricacies of “human interfacing rituals” and drawn the entirely wrong conclusions (AKA humans chose mates based solely on their prowess like animals - and had misinterpreted your open-mouthed silence as dissatisfaction). After frantically convincing him that no, there was nothing wrong with it, and no, Ratchet, it’s adequate! I meant it’s more than enough! Way more than enough, in fact!, it finally clicked in his processor that it was quite the opposite. Ratchet’s entire demeanour changed after that - even now, he only needs to smirk lazily at you to remind you of the time he’d made you come so many times on his glossa you swear you met Primus himself (and shook his hand and thanked him for creating the absolute sex-god that was one Ratchet of Vaporex).

However, Ratchet was always busy. For good reason, too - you were reluctant to bother him when he was working on important things and unfortunately for you, that tended to be more often than not. The past few months had been especially hectic for the Autobots. Decepticon activity had been detected near an Autobot energon source, and the bots had been working round the clock to defend their supplies. With the pressure to secure fuel more acute than ever, Ratchet’s efforts to research a synthetic energon source had ramped up. You wished you could do more to help him, even ease the tension in his frame a little, but you didn’t want to distract him at such a crucial time - endlessly frustrated that you were too small to bring him energon cubes, too small to massage his shoulders, or drop a kiss on his faceplate without stealing too much of his attention away. At least that was one thing you could do - not be a distraction. Glumly, you roll over in your little nest of blankets on a corner of Ratchet’s berth. For the nth time in months, you take in his empty habsuite and despite your best efforts, fail to keep the loneliness at bay. You miss Ratchet - the way he’d huff when you press a goodnight kiss to his faceplate, yet be unable to stop a soft smile when you snuggle into his side. He way he’d carefully arrange you beside him with warm, gentle servos, and the rumble of his chassis as he bid you goodnight in return. On other nights, when you both weren’t ready to fall asleep yet, talking quietly together in the dark about everything and anything, Ratchet’s servo cupped around you as you basked in the turquoise glow his optics cast onto the ceiling.

There was no helping it, though. Ratchet had more pressing matters to attend to. However, as you tossed and turned in your little blanket pile, you became increasingly aware of a problem of your own - you were really, really horny. Burying your head in the blankets, you attempt to hide the flush of shame that bloomed on your cheeks. The bots were fighting a war, and here you were, fighting your own impulses.

It had been an impulse purchase, made on a weekend where you were back in your own apartment - a bright red and white striped silicone dildo. As soon as you saw it, you immediately thought of Ratchet. It was a little thicker than what you normally went for, but that only made it all the more perfect. The flaming blush on your face did little to stop you from adding it to your cart and purchasing it with expedited shipping.

You’d actually intended on revealing your purchase to Ratchet quite early on, thinking that he could use it on you while preparing you to take his spike - but your first encounter had you utterly convinced that magic was real, and it resided in Ratchet’s servos. You’d taken his spike with barely any discomfort the very first time you slept together (probably down to the fact that he’d spent hours eating you out and working you open on his servos until you were an incoherent mess). That said, you’d never actually gotten the chance to tell Ratchet about your purchase, much less use it. After all, why settle for the inferior option when Ratchet was right there and willing?

Ratchet might be willing, but as of present, he is not here. And based on the past few months, he probably won’t be for a while. You’d often stirred awake in the wee hours of the night to Ratchet wearily settling in berth beside you, and the only reason he was there was probably because Optimus had sternly insisted on his taking a break.

With another long night stretching ahead of you, what better time to put your purchase to the test?

You’d shoved it somewhere deep in your pile of belongings kept at base, still completely unopened in its package. Digging it out, you tear the box open to reveal the dildo in all its red-and-white striped glory. Less awe-inspiring than Ratchet’s spike, but you supposed beggars couldn’t be choosers. Anyway, it had been a while since you’d taken Ratchet and without the meticulous care of his magic servos, it was for the best that you were starting small. Well, smaller. You can’t help but blush when you remember that, when you first purchased this, you’d thought it was intimidating. Man, Ratchet had really ruined you for anyone and anything else.

You don’t even need lube at this point - you glide the cool silicone over your slick folds, hips jerking as the ridged head catches on your clit. You can’t help your breathy moan when it fills you up, inch by inch, every sensitive nerve ending singing to life until you sag back into your blanket nest with the satisfaction of feeling full. You close your eyes and imagine that it’s Ratchet’s spike filling you up. He doesn’t necessarily jackhammer into you unless you specifically request it - he doesn’t need to. Powerful, purposeful thrusts have you writhing beneath him, crying out his name as he drives deep, looking at him through teary eyes to see the affection for you in his optics. You pick up the pace, driving the dildo deeper into your weeping hole, arching your back as you try to hit that spot Ratchet always seems to find effortlessly. The biolights along his spike drag deliciously against your walls, nudging your clit on every stroke - whereas this dildo is smooth. Once upon a time, it would have been more than enough to tip you over the edge. Now, you find yourself missing Ratchet more and more, and yourself further and further from orgasm. Blowing your hair out of your face and frustratedly kicking the blankets away, you let your legs fall apart once more and exhale as the blessedly cool air of his habsuite hits your overheated body. You screw your eyes shut again, clenching around the dildo. Reaching a hand down to rub your clit, you fall into another memory - one from your first time together, of Ratchet eating you out. You press the dildo deeper inside you, breath hitching as it sets off a wave of pleasure that cascades through your body. You’d practically spasmed in his hold when he pushed his glossa into you - eagerly mapping out the sensitive spots that would make you sob with pleasure, curling his glossa against your walls in a way that had you thrashing against him. Angling the dildo just so, you bite your lip as the head brushes a particularly good spot - more heat rushes to your face as you remember when Ratchet first fingered you open, not letting up once he’d found the spot that made you scream -

“Y/n?”

All at once, your eyes shoot open as a familiar, rumbling voice calls out to you. Ratchet of Vaporex, Autobot medic and sex god extraordinaire, stands in the doorway of his habsuite, optics huge as he takes in the sight of you absolutely debauched on his berth.

“Um,” you squeak, mortified. “Welcome back?”

His vocaliser audibly resets with a click. “Optimus - he told me to, ah.”

You chance a look at him when you hear the low hum of static in his voice. Ratchet’s still in the doorway, servos clenching at his sides as he takes in your flushed face and spread legs.

Well. You didn’t expect him to be that interested. Maybe there’s a way to save this, after all. Fighting your raging embarrassment, you meet Ratchet’s optics and slowly, exaggeratedly, slide the dildo out until just the tip is inside you. Ratchet takes the bait - his optics snap to the movement of your arm, your hand, and finally, you can audibly hear his optics hyperfocus on the thick, red dildo that splits you open.

“Y-You-” he rasps, vocaliser spitting static, and it’s all he can get out before his cooling fans kick on with a high-pitched whirr.

“I missed you,” you say, and your voice is no better - wrecked, just at the thought of him.

His fans kick on impossibly higher, but to his credit, Ratchet recovers quickly.

“Well,” he rumbles, reaching over to lock the door to his habsuite. The shocked look in his optics has been resoundingly replaced with one of hunger. “I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

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do cybertronians overheat ?

like, think about it. Machines do it all the time when malfunctioning. They must definitely do that thing where they overheat and smoke comes out their vents. Especially when they’re flustered

you could probably hear the fans in them spinning trying to cool themselves down.

anyway would like to see this in fanfics lol

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It was, in fact what the autobots were thinking.

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{For Pleasure}

Cybertronian x Human-NSFW

Any Canon/Universe

Adult Content. 18+ only

So you’ve gotten a bot in your bed… or vis versa. What now? That depends.

Perhaps this was all your idea, a test of a bond with a Cybertronian. The ultimate consummation of love and trust. Why deny your natural right to want sex from the person you love most. While your partner has perhaps heard of sex, you will have to guide them regardless. Show them where it feels good. Tell them what you want.

To dominate your helpless body.

To accept and trust you as you are.

To make you come.

All the dressings of cloth you wear will be off by any means. Slowly and tenderly? With care and reverence? Or will you be stripped hungrily under piercing red (or blue) optics.

So many questions to answer.

There has never been an opportunity for a Cybertronian to know a human quite this closely before. You best believe that nothing will be left undiscovered tonight. No inch of your skin will go without being kissed. You will be licked and mouthed over mercilessly. You will be shown pleasures so far outside of the earthen idea of “normal” you will question the very memory of the experience.

But don’t forget this isn’t all about you. Intimacy is deeply meaningful for their kind. It’s been so long. Primus it’s been so long they could be this true with someone. It takes a single kind whisper for them to open their spark chamber. You’d bath in the literal afterglow of the light that animates them. Coming down from an explosive orgasm your endorphins flooding into a hot pumping bloodstream enhancing every sensation. You can FEEL their spark enveloping you with light.

And they can feel you. The threads of consciousnesses that bring you two to life wrapping and coiling around eachother for the most pleasurable experience of their lives.

After, you can almost recall the night through their optics. Imagery flashes through your mind. Imagery of their digits plunging into you, their dentae nibbling your ear, all while being cupped in their warm servos. The memory of the act through their perspective vanishes as soon as its remembered. An echo in your mind of what their spark felt.

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Wow I have not written freaky stuff before I hope you guys think this is good.

I wrote this mainly because my headcanon is that Cybertronians don’t have genitalia built in. Spikes and Valves are more like fun modifications that a Cybertronian would elect to have only if they were already getting it on with humans for a long time. Don’t get me wrong I think it’s super hot especially for canon x canon fics. But I like the idea of them using their mouths mostly for giving pleasure. And that they would open their spark casings up to create a connection to the human soul…

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Oh by the way I’m in the process of writing the Mecha pilot au right now you can read if you want :D

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Highmoon TF: ONE concept art, Cybertron

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I literally cannot stop thinking about this horny art from Alex Milne that I got signed by him at tfcon. I hate Overloud so much and his rotten pussy makes me go feral like an enraged chimpanzee. He is my nemesis. Of course I am going to frame this print and hang it in my house.

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Simpatico ~gun fucking~

Specifically Brainstorm geting fucked with Percy's sniper rifle... 😳😳😳

I don't think we make Perceptor enough of a freak, give that man a gun kink

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by OlePatrick

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by OlePatrick

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Potential tramp stamp ideas

i made some signs..hehehe

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Currently on cry stage

how to outline a story:

write a bullet point list of everything that happens

realize it doesn’t make sense

cry

start writing anyway