Before we get started, I just wish to clarify that all these prompts for pairings are completely non-canon, are only for fun, and they are not meant to be anything but explorative. No particular version of any character was used. I just made generic descriptions with a slight mix of all their counterparts, but you can imagine any continuity in their place if you wish. I will have a few OCs within migrated from other stories (rarely) just for fun as well, so don't feel too constricted on those.
For the Fluff pile (see A-Z Fluff Prompts), I chose random words from a generator and tried to make a relationship with the characters of how they would go about it. For NSFW pile (see A-Z NSFW Prompts), I tried to find as many unique words to the explicit nature of the fic. Obviously, there are chances of repeating words due to limitations on how I can go about it.
If you wish to see a pairing with these prompts, I will be stricter than previous fics but I am open to ideas. No guarantee I will choose any pairing you post. If you have specific words for prompts you wish to see be used in the future, let me know. I am especially looking for more words regarding U, X, Y, and Z because there's nothing to work with. So, if you have ideas for those letters especially, I'm all ears. Remember, don't take this seriously. It's just for fun.
Aphrodisiac
It was irritable and thick. Whatever was released in the air annoyed him greatly. It wasn't until he saw several other Autobots and Decepticons and their reactions that it dawned on him it was a type of pollen released by the unknown organic vegetation on the alien world they were once fighting on...but now, everyone was somehow enamored with one another. The Decepticons were tangling with the Autobots, neither bot caring who they were with as the atmosphere in the battlefield became tainted with lust.
Megatron wanted to be disgusted by the actions of his faction, but he began to feel the effects as well. Everything was tightening, his interface panel opening without any fight from him. He stumbled trying to get control of himself.
"Here, let me help you."
He gave a warning growl at the voice only to find it was Arcee. She was mutually affected, and the first thing he sensed was her arousal. The pollen was making him think things he had never considered before with the Autobot. She seemed uncomfortable, her valve awaiting the attention it craved. Who was he to deny her that if it saved both of them from the pain?
He let her come close to him, nuzzling his faceplates until he was shoved down roughly, to his surprise. The only thing that kept him from yelling at her was how quickly she took command and seated herself on his spike. The feeling was bliss; his senses drowning in pleasure. He couldn't even formulate words to argue about the absurdity. Arcee rode him as fast as she could to null the desires. He held no complaints about it, eventually gripping her hips to match her enthusiasm. The pollen was still an annoyance as one overload proved unsatisfactory...he feared they were going to be here forever, but at least he had a decent partner.
Breed
Humans were monsters, always prodding. With his electrified collar humming in warning, he followed their demands with a hint of malice. Like the organic animals they studied, Cybertronians were too, at least the ones that were captured. Autobot and Decepticon alike were caught and tormented like said animals because humans believed them to be nothing but machines. Being what they dubbed the "alpha stallion" in comparison to the many in captivity, Megatron was subjected to programs to make sure he was as healthy as one, as odd as the phrase went, and was forced to show them how to sparkbond with several other Cybertronians. Today, he learned why.
He was guided into a giant field like an animal with tall fences designed to knock out his systems if he tried to escape. He watched them corral the vehicle forms of Arcee, Cliffjumper, and the others he had sparkbonded with into gates. As soon as they transformed, they were locked in irate and their legs forced open, bent over with their panels overridden to reveal their valves. He approached unwillingly but knowing what they now expected of him.
"Alright, big guy, time to get busy," one human commented in a vulgar, amused tone.
Megatron sneered but knew his choice in the matter was just as much gone as his potential mates'. He huffed as Arcee was the first in line, a collar with decorative pieces dangling and hitting the lip of the gate as she bent over to place her arms through and looked back at him solemnly. He saw her spirit broken to a tame mare. He mounted her with little pride.
Their transaction was as fast as he could make it, as great as it did feel. His thrusts were hollow to get him by in breeding her like a bitch. He wanted to comfort her but the gate only let him enter her at most. She was heavily responsive to his actions. However, after he finished and backed away, he felt the collar zap him and heard the humans laughing. Murderous rage boiled within.
"You aren't done, buddy. You need to fuck her to guarantee offspring. A few more rounds will suffice."
Megatron looked at her and then the others he was supposed to breed. A feeling of dread entered him. Arcee made a purr to assure him it was okay. If anything, he would have his offspring, a healthy strong bunch he would imagine, help him take his sweet revenge.
He entered her twice again, overloading with shame, but Arcee was content by the time he was through. He gave her one last look of pity before leaving her there full of transfluid as he had Cliffjumper next in line. She understood and rested her chin on the bars of the gate to relax herself. He promised inwardly he would break her out as well as the others. Until then, he had a lot of breeding ahead of him.
Court
Like a peacock parading around to attract a hen, Megatron made sure to flaunt his strength by effortlessly lifting two buses devoid of humans, holding them between his arms and shoulders. Arcee studied the action, an alien noise purring out of her vocals like a quick tune. It was like a stage show to get her close. The humans were either scared and running or were recording them in fearful awe at the coupling like they were witnessing a nature documentary live. He didn't care about their perspective on the matter regardless.
Using his arms to flex and crush the vehicles flat, he discarded them in front of her to show her his worthiness. Arcee was careful to draw near when he gave a guttural rumble in response to her call. He then made sure his bio lights across the seams of his chassis were bright and pulsing to make himself even more attractive. She came within arm's reach of him. In Cybertronian noises, they sang to one another until she was close enough.
Megatron suddenly jumped at her pressing their chestplates together. He got her to reveal her spark as he did the same and immediately merged them so no other Autobot or Decepticon could take the chance away from him. Their sparks pulsed brightly sending waves of euphoria to both. He placed his noseplate against hers with a dominant rumble. As soon as they reached maximum syncing, he then heard her valve cover retract. A wide grin crept over his features.
Breaking their bond now complete and turning her to have him behind her, Megatron inserted himself into the valve uncaring of who watched. He only needed to show them Arcee belonged to him. She was leaning over with a slew of moans and Cybertronian noises as he thrusted inside to mark her. He did enough to get her a quick overload and finished himself off just as fast before separating, uncaring of the remnants of transfluid leaking from him. He roared at the insects still around for them to back off, getting protective of his mate even as she retreated elsewhere. He retracted his equipment and snorted amused when the humans ran.
Dominant
"You know, I'm not-ah-used to this," Megatron said, covering his optics embarrassed.
Despite Arcee being only half his size, she managed to sit perfectly between his legs with her spike in his valve thrusting hard. It was enough to get him off though the tunnel was deeper than it seemed. She nevertheless enjoyed how tight he was.
"Yeah? Maybe we should change that," she smirked as she bit her lip in anticipation. "I like hearing those sounds of yours."
She went harder, drawing out more moans from her lover. Faster, she watched the once proud Megatron whimper and cave under her. A thrill resonated through her; she liked being in control of him. Arcee was proud as he arched and overloaded. She debated in chasing her own but formed a better idea instead. Removing herself and crawling around, she sat on her calves to the side of his helm and held her spike in front of him. He had a beautiful blush.
"Now, suck it," she demanded with a feral grin.
The warlord obeyed like a whipped pony. He adjusted himself to take her spike in his mouth. Oh, she was going to ride this out for as long as she could get away with it.
Exhibition
Arcee found some fun toying with Megatron in the most unexpected ways. She smiled confidently as she walked towards their meeting room. A few bots she passed had to do double takes and dropped whatever they were carrying in shock. Even though she blushed, it was kind of a compliment they stared at her long and hard. It kind of made her wonder what Megatron would think...and she was about to find out.
Stepping though the doors, no one paid her any mind at first as Megatron was busy writing something down. Then the room slowly got silent as Shockwave and Soundwave were the first to acknowledge her, then Ratchet, Starscream, Ironhide, and Perceptor. Optimus took a second and was the most startled in terms of expression, mostly out of confusion, but she leaned on her arms gripping the table waiting for Megatron to look up, and sure enough, that expression was priceless.
Megatron peered up about to say something when he just stared at her, then her body and back to her, bringing his servo slowly up to partially cover his mouth unsure of how to take her valve cover open, exposing all of her, as well as her spark chamber revealed with a spark she knew he really wanted to feed on the energy of. All she did was smile innocently.
"So, what did I miss?"
Everyone was at a loss for words which was turning her on but before anyone could say anything, Megatron bolted up and took her arm to lead her out. He pinned her in an isolated divot in the wall just outside of the meeting room and kissed her before snarling, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Just having some fun. You should try it," she purred as her servo slipped down to rub at his interface which she knew was tense by the heat it radiated.
"Is this because I don't have time to be with you? Do you really have to make a scene of yourself?"
As she heard his spike panel retract for a quick rut, Arcee laughed, "What can I say? I'm just a whore for attention."
Megatron just gave a hearty chuckle at that before lifting her against the wall to enter her swiftly. Neither of them cared if anyone heard them.
Foreplay
One thing Megatron noted was Arcee was very responsive to touch, specifically around her waist and thighs being the most sensitive. Well, he was in a decent mood at the moment. He could sense she was stressed. What better way to relieve both problems than to coax her in a manner she loved.
He came up behind her and ran his servos around to the curve of her waist. Arcee tensed for a second with frustration.
"Megatron, seriously?"
"What am I doing?"
He played with her waist, massaging the grooves of her armor and smirking as she became flustered.
"You're doing...something," she muttered.
"Something good?" Megatron laughed, nuzzling her neck.
His servos grew rougher, feeling the panels pop and set back into position. His thumbs were the hardest working, and one motion had her servo cover his as he managed to coax a smile and a brief gasp out of her otherwise stern posture. He slowed down to then focus on her thighs. The interior could only be accessed by luck but the outward sides were free game, and he utilized that to rub hard circles into the armor there, drawing out a few moans.
He stopped to marvel at the response when she suddenly hissed, "Don't you dare stop."
Snickering, he responded, "Whatever the lady wants."
He continued until she pressed her aft to his interface panel as a vengeful taunt of what he could possibly get if he did as he was told. Megatron refused to do anything less even though his eagerness was building. Arcee deserved a little attention first anyways.
Glossa
In the ceasefire between the Autobots and Decepticons in a neutral base, it was bound that they would run into each other eventually. Megatron peered at her like she was below him as she passed by. Arcee was crass and stuck her glossa with a quick raspberry noise, unknowingly displaying what was on her glossa which made him pause. Her arm was suddenly snagged, and she at first was defensive until she realized he was staring.
"Do you have your glossa pierced?" Megatron asked out of the blue.
Arcee was shocked he saw but gave out a hearty laugh and jokingly opened her mouth to stick out her glossa out. She had a blue star-shaped stud the same color as her highlights on her pink and white frame. After a few seconds, she rolled it back in and scoffed, "You can't have it, Decepticon."
The warlord sneered at her, "I just find it simply idiotic for a bot to be showing off her glossa with jewelry without a care of what others might think."
"Yeah? Here's what I think about what you think."
Arcee tossed out her glossa a third time, showing off the stud in the process. Suddenly, Megatron swooped in and took her mouth into a greedy gridlock, and she was completely caught off guard by the action. His glossa danced with hers and tried to get a feel of the stud against his own with a dark chuckle.
The aggression in the exploration had Arcee fighting just as hard to win. Tasting Megatron was not a bucket list item she thought she needed, but she grew entranced with their glossas battling for dominance. The stud was assaulted, and she could feel the tension of Megatron purposefully irritating it.
When they broke apart, strands of oral fluid breaking from their closed rut, Arcee placed a weary servo on her mouth realizing what she had let happen. Megatron slowly formed a Cheshire grin, showing off the tips of his hidden canines. He presented his servo to the edge of her mouth, and she gave little resistance as he used his thumb to coax out her glossa. Her optics didn't leave his as he delicately swiped over the piercing with amusement.
"Well then," he purred, "if you like showing that off that much, it would really shine if it were to be put to better use."
Arcee blushed as Megatron dragged his digit down until he came off the edge of her glossa. She knew what he wanted, and she found herself desiring it as he was right. She did like showing it off. Arcee didn't regret the piercing one bit as she followed him into a supply room to give him a new view of her studded glossa put to work.
Heat Cycle
The burning sensation was too much. He rocked his knuckles on the table of the war room with an irritable growl. Steam blew through hard-working vents to keep himself from overheating. His optics were a venomous red with a tinge of magenta bleeding through. He needed to do something. He needed to release the heat. He tried self-service but the heat only came back faster. His body needed to sync with another to start the process of decompression. The more direct interfacing, the faster his systems would expel the protocols. He could only lean down to rest his forehead on the table between his arms in frustration.
"Wow, you look like you need a bit more than a table to lean on," Arcee's voice chimed in. She snuck in and sat on a separate smaller table humored.
His heat fluxed sensing the presence of another being nearby, regardless if she was an Autobot. He had isolated himself for a reason from both faction members, but she radiated potential. The carnal emotions grew. With a puff of steam exiting his nasal vents, he stalked towards her.
"That's…one way of putting it," he rumbled darkly trying to play it suave.
The battle inside not to brutally take her was slowly becoming impossible to win. His tainted optics narrowed when he stood in front in her. She barely moved her legs open curiously at what he would do. And on that moment of weakness, Megatron lunged.
Good thing was Arcee was not a delicate flower. His arms pushed her down on the table and perched her legs to bend close to her helm over his shoulders when he entered her rough. Ragged breaths emitted from Megatron chasing a release he had wanted for what felt like forever. Arcee held no complaints when he dented the table in the intensity, overloading with a snarl not long after.
But he wasn't close to done and refused to let Arcee go. The femme understood this, resigning herself to being his toy for the day. Megatron's heat cycle was at its peak, and he didn't let up overload after overload chasing his only chance of relief. He wasn't even in his right mind to adore the sounds Arcee was making. All that mattered to him was his satisfaction. He didn't care about damaging the furniture around them to plow her.
By the time he flushed his system of the heat cycle's most vicious attack, he held Arcee close who was practically melted in his arms. He realized quickly he had left the war room a mess. He knew tomorrow, another burst of the heat cycle would come as well as the following day, not as strong as the building pressure he had today. It would be enough time for Arcee to recover as he decided to take her back to his quarters to let her rest.
Illicit
Inter-faction relations were bad enough. Cross-faction intermingling was wrong...at least that's what Arcee was convinced. So, why did it feel so great to break those rules? She could name several reasons as she approached his base.
One, it was exciting to break them overall. The thrill of potentially being caught added a flare of urgency and naughtiness. Megatron had no objections when he was grinding himself into her the very first time. She remembered just how wanton he was to perform an act he himself banned for the Decepticons, the hypocrite.
Two, Autobots were great and all but lacked the power and fight to make it interesting usually. Arcee needed a bot who could challenge her, someone who would never truly obey and turn on her to claim her in a never-ending bout for dominance. She was a fighter; Megatron adored a rebel to tame.
Three, whatever Arcee wanted, she was going to get it. No Autobot, Decepticon, or other was going to impede her desires. Megatron learned that easy. No, they wouldn't. Rules were made to be broken, and she was going to break them if it meant getting her way.
She snuck into the Decepticon base and into Megatron's chambers. Instantly, a servo caught her waist, and she was swept into his arms. He immediately felt her up with a purr when she nuzzled his faceplates before feeling a servo being forced between her legs. As Arcee liked, Megatron was a taker. What rule-playing Autobot would give her that?
Juxtaposition
Megatron marveled watching his spike slip into her, how her valve managed to stretch enough to barely take all of him. He could see a bulge of himself in her, but it dawned on him just how small she was to him. He could nearly fit her waist into one servo, two overlapped easily, and he dwarfed her greatly.
There was a liking to her differences as well. Against his scarred and jagged edges, Arcee kept herself robust and clean for him to ruin each time they met. Her optics lit up like blue suns when she looked at him with adoring lust; his optics were organic blood red, evil as some would claim, but she wasn't afraid to admire them. Her expressions were lovely, sounds were beautiful songs to him, and her visage was as elegant as a jaguar with hidden deadliness he could admire. He felt like an old dinosaur in comparison.
He didn't fault her for that. He couldn't. The fact that Arcee came to him like a goddess down to his dark abyss for wayward monsters after everything he had done was a beauty in itself. She was the sun to his moon, a blossom tree standing strong and blooming while lava poured around her not daring to touch her pedestal of obsidian and cooled rock. She was his everything.
So, her small size compared to himself, a princess to a warlord, was humorous to him as well as a gift that the seemingly delicate Autobot defied her size to be with him. And she loved him enough to keep coming back despite all the complications that could arise. His shadow overtaking her was not to harm but to shield her so only he could marvel at her. No one deserved her.
Kink
When Arcee found out about Megatron's secret desires, she was all on it. She caught him off guard one day when she falsely lured him with a false signal. As soon as she knew he was nearby, she tackled a beast she was in the process of hunting, a cybernetic deer, and slaughtered it. The mess left her covered in Energon it spewed in her warpath as soon as he came around the corner. Seeing him freeze up was one of the funniest things she had ever witnessed as she looked back at him holding up its head, blood still dripping on her frame. His secret love of seeing his partners bathed in blood specifically was a shock to her, but Arcee had no problem with killing. There were even rumors by rookies of the Autobot faction that she got her colors by painting herself pink from her victims. It was a tall tale but very amusing.
Megatron, however, went from surprised to determined to approach her as the blood splotches on her helm ran down her face and some of it dribbled into her mouth. She held up the head of the deer with a smirk. "Got you a little present."
He didn't waste any time in claiming her lips, uncaring about the actual deer and focused solely on the taste of blood. She could almost hear his vents screaming warming up so fast. Lapping up any traces of blood that got in her mouth, he then kneeled as he sucked on her neck down to her chest. She liked how unbothered he was kneeling in the puddle of Energon and his servos dragged across the ground to coat them before running them up her legs to her thighs. The warm liquid made Arcee shiver. Seeing his mouth and noseplate now stained with excess blood he took off her made her see why he liked the idea so much. It sent various tremors to her core enough that her chassis responded by revealing her valve.
Then Megatron got bold and as he worked on her abdomen licking a trail down, his bloody servos rubbed her inner folds. Arcee whimpered from the liquid being pushed between like he was preparing himself for the main course of his conquering. She didn't stop him going on his servos and knees to suddenly urge his glossa into her valve.
Arcee had to lift her leg like a flamingo briefly upon his insistence to eat her out to lap up all the Energon. She clutched the back of his head with a small squeal of excitement, then it blended into a moan. He was vicious, never stopping for anything to have his fill. His eagerness made her wonder how he felt all those times seeing bots covered in Energon of foes they had killed. How many times did he want her or Optimus or others because of it?
The questions were drowned out as Arcee overloaded with a gasp, rocking against him before standing still. Oh, she was definitely going to find a way to do this more often. She watched Megatron lick his lips of remnants of animal Energon with a predatory smirk. That made her look back at the deceased creature then back at him as she held his chin.
"What else do you like?"
Lubricant
"Wait, wait, wait!"
Megatron paused and looked at her confused with a grip on her hips as he laid down. She eyed his appendage unsure; it had been a while since they had been together. He wanted to take her so bad, but this struck him as odd.
"What's wrong?" Megatron asked perplexed. Arcee pointed down at his spike with a wince. He frowned and casually gestured at it. "Did we forget how to use it in the span of a year? While I'm flattered you saved yourself for me, I didn't think you would not remember how to seat yourself."
"It-It's not that, Megatron. I was used to you because we did it so often, but do you forget how big you are?"
The mech took a second to realize the problem, optics drifting from her frame to his upright member and slowly made an awkward remorseful expression. Sure enough, even though she was leaking natural lubricant, it was definitely a minute since he ever entered her. It wasn't going to be enough.
"Ah..."
Arcee nodded at his response in slight fear of breaking something. He understood her concerns loud and clear before sitting upright and reached for the desk drawer beside the berth to see if he had anything. Thankfully, there was a container of oil rub which wouldn't harm them in the slightest. It was slippery enough.
He then announced confidently, "We can fix that."
Masturbation
Arcee stroked her digits against her outer folds with a sigh, her brows furrowed as she pressed against a wall hidden in a crevice from patrolling Decepticons. What she was doing was wrong, oh so wrong, but she couldn't help but admire the Cons near her, especially Megatron. He had plenty of fine articulation in his frame.
They didn't know she was there, and she had no intention of telling them. She was just too bold for her own good as she imagined what Megatron would do if he caught her. Would he take her in front of his legion as an example? Would he let the others use her? She didn't know what was behind the mind of the tyrant. There was a thrill of the danger that appeased her. She could dream. There was a reality she also knew, and she doubted Megatron was anything other than merciless. He seemed like the type that would use her until he killed her.
Arcee entered her digits and quickly started pumping as Megatron roughly grabbed Starscream's neck, yelling at him before throwing him aside. She tried not to mind the lubricant she was leaking from her fast pace. Megatron was oblivious to her, but his shadow overtook the crevice she was hiding in as a silent warning that all he had to do was turn around and there would be hell to pay.
She went harder on herself, covering her mouth so no sounds got away that could alert him. Her legs trembled as the pleasure became too much. If he only knew how much she wanted him ever since he was a rising name in Kaon. He was probably rough when he needed to be, would take what he wanted first before ever appeasing her, and he would possibly use her anywhere he saw fit-
Her thighs clamped down on her servo as she bent over suddenly. Her other servo went from her mouth to supporting her from falling over against the adjacent wall. A smile broke out across her features as fluids coated her digits. She then leaned closer to the adjacent wall to lean her forehead on her arm instead.
Abruptly, Megatron's vents hissed, and Arcee froze just as fast to peer out. Megatron turned to the side, not enough to get a good look at the dark space she hid in. His vents exhaled harshly as he growled low and deadly. He could sense her activity. Well, that was enough of a warning for her. She slowly closed her panel and snuck away into a slot between structures. She could clean up later. Not to say the idea of sticking around to find out what Megatron would do didn't entice her, she just wasn't confident meeting him at this time was a good idea…especially with how angry he was going to be in a second when one of his enemies was practically taunting him behind his back like a whore.
Was she a bad girl? Oh yes, she was.
Noise
"Do you not know who that is?" Skywarp asked in disbelief.
"I can deduce it's a femme," Starscream snarled back, "but I can't tell who it is, no!"
Thundercracker said nothing as they heard a femme moaning somewhere towards the cell block of the Nemesis. He let the two argue but sat casually to listen in on the action.
"You think all femmes sound the same? On top of that, have you not seen how Lord Megatron acts around specific Autobots? Why he wanted to capture several of them so badly?"
"...Elita?"
"Eli-?!...Starscream." Thundercracker looked at his air commander disappointed and worried.
The red seeker shrugged, "Then who is it?!"
The moaning got louder with excess echoes of bangs against the wall. Skywarp mocked Starscream by then saying, "Well, whoever it is probably cannot walk. Our leader's way with prisoners is certainly something, especially when he's larger than most bots."
"That helps me none."
They heard the femme call out Megatron's name, making Starscream wince irate and Thundercracker raised a brow curiously. Skywarp all but bit his lip trying not to spoil the answer for his commander. When they heard Megatron's signature growl, they all knew he was purposefully claiming the femme.
Starscream snapped his digits. "Arcee?"
Skywarp gave a forced sigh of relief and exclaimed, "Finally! Did you not see the prisoners earlier when they were being escorted to the dungeons? Arcee was with them! Everyone knew that...except you apparently."
"I'm sorry I was busy doing my job elsewhere!"
Arcee let out a shout as she overloaded and Megatron's beastly grunting didn't help matters. Starscream closed his optics annoyed.
"Jealous, Screamer? Wish it was your name?" Thundercracker asked casually.
"Shut the fuck up!"
The other two broke out laughing as Starscream pouted with a blush. The noises died down but the lingering knowledge of who Megatron was ramming into the wall was seared into their processors for good.
Object
Arcee studied his expressions as Megatron eased his valve onto a cylinder. On his knees sitting back on his calves, he pushed it in by seating it on the ground but only got it part of the way before pausing with an exhale.
"This is...what you used to do in your barracks during the war?"
The femme smirked, "What else could keep me satisfied in loneliness? All work and no play made me a very frustrated girl. I found heating up Energon and using a sizable container to fill up got the job done quite well."
Megatron let his valve get used to the warmth and girth. He didn't know how to feel about it at first until his interior nodes pulsed in delight. He almost flashed a nervous smile and gave a brief moan. Then the fun began as he went down further onto it, lifting up and going back down to go even deeper.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
It did. The warlord put his servos on the floor and began a rhythm down on it, the warm Energon giving a delightful burn with its concentrated heat. He rode it decent, only picking up speed when he was comfortable and had to use a servo to pin it from moving when he chased a rising overload. Arcee just continued to watch him with a purr.
His valve was stretched and leaking from the stimulation. He went harder and faster putting on a show for his sparkmate. He finally went down until his valve lips threatened to swallow the container whole and trap it inside him. He was very tempted to let it, but he abruptly overloaded from the tension. Once he regained his composure, he let the Energon warm him to dwell in the comfort it provided. If it made his body react again, he wouldn't mind it.
Arcee teased, "Told you it was worth a try, huh?"
Megatron hummed to himself to let his systems calm down before replying, "Yes. It was good…but I have to ask…what else did you use?"
Arcee grew a wicked smile, and Megatron knew from that reaction he was going to abuse himself out of his own curiosity. After using her favorite method, he was definitely intrigued on learning the others. He couldn't help but shake his head amused at the challenge.
Phone
Sometimes, Arcee was very difficult. Megatron learned that the hard way a few times through her daring personality…one example being now. She called him up wondering what he was doing. He was busy leading a faction only to tell him how much she missed him. He regrettably asked how much so right before a meeting and…
"I would let you pump me full of sparklings, strap me bent over a platform just so you could come back after a long day and ram me over and over again."
Keeping a straight face and not responding was agony, especially when he could hear her moans and whatever she was using to satisfy herself. He tried his absolute hardest to not let it get to him, but her actions were making flickers of resent and lust come out; resentful he couldn't be there. He was stuck listening to half his Decepticons bicker and the other half share a single processor chunk. As Soundwave argued with Shockwave, Megatron tensed.
"You wish you were here to see how much lubricant my tight valve is leaking. You want to use me to warm your spike? Watch me fuck myself while you use my mouth?"
The more he listened, the more irate he was becoming because he was stuck. His cooling fans threatened to turn on, and the willpower to suppress them was the hardest he had ever tried to resist anything. It wasn't fair. He would get her back one day for sure. After hearing her building to an overload, he had never been so thankful commlinks were private, but his servos and mouth twitched in pent up frustration. She was going to get it as soon as he left.
"Oh, Megatron, my lord, don't you want to touch me like this?" Arcee panted.
"Lord Megatron, are you unwell?" Shockwave asked.
He snapped. With a jolt to stand, Megatron pound his fists on the table suddenly growling, "Meeting adjourned!"
No one could get a word in before he was out the door. He heard her start again and fumed.
"Just you wait until I get over there, princess. I'll make sure the only thing you can say is my name."
Arcee laughed, "It's going to take a lot to make my engine run out of steam."
A bridge couldn't come fast enough as he summoned one without breaking a stride. He found her on her berth on her front already presenting herself. She was difficult, but she knew exactly how to distract him even on his commlink. He was going to make her regret teasing him.
Quiet
Arcee had snuck into his throne room, an Autobot in the Decepticon hub. She found him alone with his optics closed and servos perched together in front of his thin line of a mouth. He looked so peaceful, a rare event as much as she knew him. She had passed Decepticons in the hall and heard them not far away as she approached the throne. Would they shoot their master with a femme on his lap? She grinned at the thought as she eyed him.
Slowly, Arcee climbed onto his lap and seated herself in front of his interface panel. She skimmed her servo over his plate and found the manual override panel popping it loose to retract and reveal his spike. Pausing, she made sure no one had followed her in and took her chance. Lining him up and seating herself, her optics fluttered at the girth. Megatron stirred and tensed. Her optics met his bright red and before he could reprimand her, her servos shot to cover his mouth with a shake of her helm.
"Sshhh, don't want your Decepticons to see you with an Autobot. You yell, they mock you for you messing with the likes of me…and I probably will get captured regardless but watch your humiliation. If you play along, you get something in return and no one has to know anything."
Megatron narrowed his optics but groaned low when she bucked. Arcee almost laughed at how much it was taking to not throttle her.
"You are not going to get away with making a fool of me," he hissed low.
"I know."
She only resumed riding him and kept track of the Decepticons roaming the same as him. She winced when his grip on her hips was close to denting them. The throne wasn't comfortable for two bots either. He vengefully forced her to take him to the hilt, growling into her neck in warning. There was a chance he may bite. Arcee wouldn't mind that. But then she started to fear she herself couldn't stay mute as his spike hit all of her nodes. It was Megatron's turn to be arrogant.
It was hard, especially when he reciprocated her eagerness out of spite. He refused to let her move on her own anymore to the point where she overloaded from his brutality with pain following, and he forced her to stay seated on him until he finally reached his peak. Arcee had to cover her mouth to prevent any sound from escaping. Megatron merely held back his with the tight clenching of his dentae. After a moment of decompression, Arcee found herself face-to-face with a peeved warlord.
"So, what's the next step of your…master plan?" Megatron sneered as he kept a death grip on her. It was an assurance he wasn't about to let her go now. She started something devious.
"Honestly, didn't have one."
The warlord mused, "I don't humiliate as easily as you think nor would the Decepticons judge as much as you believe, especially if I were to tell them I captured myself an Autobot slave. So, how long do you think you can keep quiet?"
Arcee gulped. She honestly thought he was going to kill her afterwards. This was...unexpected. And she all but gave a worried, sheepish grin when she realized he was going to make her life a living hell for this. Oh well.
Role Play
"Arcee?"
"I'm in the living room."
Megatron drank the remaining oil brewed hot and went around the corner only to freeze up as he saw Arcee...in a maid's outfit. He had to blink a few times and make sure his oil wasn't spiked to register she was wearing a black and white dress with garters. She was cleaning the room and hiked up her leg as she reached to dust off the frame of a holo-vid scrolling through pictures on a loop. The dress stretched up enough to where he could tell she didn't have her interface panels active.
"Arcee, what are you doing?"
She said professionally, "I'm cleaning the room, master. Is there anything else you need done today, sir?"
Megatron was thrown off by the formality until it struck him just what she was playing at. Master and servant. Alright, he could work with that. Not wanting to screw up the moment, he set his empty cup down and approached her with his servos behind his back.
"Actually, I might need something, my dear. I might need my quarters cleaned immediately."
Arcee nodded with a polite and faux innocent glint in her optic. "As you command, master."
She strutted by him, letting her dress barely going past her aft sway to taunt him. He followed her back and watched deviously as she wiped off the berth, leaning over enough to give him a good view of her valve. He all but sneered to himself possessively as he crept closer with red optics darkening. The dress was going to probably be in ruins by the end. It didn't matter to him as long as she obeyed her dear "master."
Senses
He could smell her and the human she often hung around. Growing annoyed, he tracked her down with the dense inhalation of his vents followed by a rumbling exhale that shook the trees he navigated. He needed her and now. He could have cheated and looked through their sparkbond to seek her, but this was more fun. He liked to chase his prey and take what he wanted. There was no room for human pests even if they were on opposite sides of the war; she was still his.
It seemed his presence was detected too. Megatron could hear her call from afar both audibly and through their bond. He gave a Cybertron rumble loud and clear in return before going silent to listen to the direction of the reply. It came due east towards an abandoned military outpost where he stopped responding to rely on his keen sense of smell and hearing to track her.
It wasn't hard for him. He had done similar techniques during wartime and on his own accord previously. Arcee was found lounging and looking out for any sign of him on a rooftop. She had her human with her. The bug was in the way. He listened to her call to the confusion of her companion. He wanted to be near her; he needed to be near her.
Megatron snuck towards her despite his big size and made sure Arcee was presenting when he made a specialized type of rumble meant for sparkmates only. Parts of her armor flared up with surprise and eagerness. He refused to claim her until the human was out of the picture. It took several false lunges to get the boy to flee enough so he could coax her to let him mount her.
Like a cat, he nuzzled the back of her neck. As he overshadowed her to lay on top of her back enough to conceal their interface from the human per Arcee's wordless plea, he let his servos explore the sides of her chassis, able to not just feel her but smell and hear the interior thrum of her parts just by pressing on the outside armor and protoform. Her body reacting to him delighted him how he could pinpoint the various sounds and fleeting scents she was emitting. It was his drug of choice, keeping him tame.
As she neared overload with him grinding to stimulate every node inside and his own release, Megatron watched her shoulders tense and her spine panels flux. She suddenly let out a Cybertronian purr and then a moan he missed hearing for some time. He followed with his spike suffocating in her heat. Once they were done, he dismounted her but didn't leave.
By her side, a deep love he felt, he pressed his cheek to her and made a charming rumble again. When she responded, his spark skipped a few beats that she truly enjoyed what he offered. Sometimes, they played little games like this to keep their relationship interesting, utilizing their natural heightened senses to that of mere organics to give it a decent amount of challenge. Even though he despised the gremlin of a human she carried around, he could live with their relationship being a bit...complicated to say the least.
Tease
Megatron knew how much Arcee liked to taunt him. So, he decided to get revenge and stalled their playdate by forcing her still when she tried to get him to unlock his equipment. He held her chin, stroking it before using his free servo to rub his panel. He could laugh how her optics lit up only for him to deny her a chance to service him. He did that himself and kept her a distance. Arcee went from excited to angry, pouting with the cutest look he adored. He just continued to jack himself off to annoy her.
"What's with that face, dear?"
Arcee hissed back, "You know exactly what's wrong, you jackass."
"Ah, ah, language. Why would I want to play with you now? I'm quite content with this unless you would like to take it."
"I would very much so!"
Megatron didn't let her outburst go unpunished. He let her get closer by a few feet but then shoved her on her knees so she could only watch. He mused, "You want this?"
Arcee nodded frustrated like a puppy wanting a treat. The warlord just went faster, keeping an optic on her so she wouldn't try anything. He forced her to watch him build up an overload at her expense. The angrier she became, the more enamored he was of how she acted. A deep chuckle resonated with him as he uploaded over his servo and lap, letting the transfluid coat his knuckles transparent.
Instead of sharing it with her, he suddenly packed his spike away and smirked as she grew flustered and flabbergasted at his audacity to jerk off and leave. He stood up and went around her like she was nothing.
"What the hell?!"
Megatron merely replied, "Oh, I'm sorry, who said you were going to get anything right now? Maybe if you're a good girl later on, I might just be willing to share the experience with you."
Unattentive
He had noticed she was distant. He talked to her on occasion, but work was catching up with him too much to be ignored any longer. One problem with being the leader of a faction was there was plenty of things to do in so little time. Megatron didn't like it, and he knew Arcee was bored because of it. It made him feel bad. He decided at that moment to pay her a visit.
She loved a variety of places to visit when she was moody or just wanted to relax. Megatron looked at every location until he found her favorite pond...and a noise. Arcee was saying his name but not to simply call him. No, this sounded the most familiar of tones he hadn't heard in a while.
To his shock and arousal, Megatron saw her digits moving inside her at a rapid pace. He gulped and realized she didn't just miss him, she wanted him to come back and play with her again. Now, he felt like a complete jackass. Work was important, but he cherished his relationship with this femme just as much. She was drifting away because there was no room in a powerful role for romance. As soon as she pressed against the tree and overloaded with a cry, she sank down to sit with a saddened look. It broke Megatron's spark, and he couldn't take it anymore.
"Arcee?"
His presence spooked her for a moment. Megatron was genuinely remorseful of his neglect and looked into her optics the most despite her being bare in front of him. Arcee sighed and didn't stop him from kneeling beside her.
"Is this why you haven't been interested? You think I've forgotten you?" Megatron asked.
"Not forgotten...but I do miss a lot of what we started with."
"I can't always be there, you know that, but I still love you."
Arcee looked down at herself with a scoff, "You know I won't forget you anytime soon."
Her humor with appreciated. Although he needed to do tasks soon for his role as leader, he thought about it and realized he would rather be here with her than back at base.
Megatron then said, "I'll make sure you won't ever."
Slowly, he leaned over and brushed his lips over hers. At the same time, he reached between her legs to massage the anterior node and dipped further eagerly as she responded to his touches. Maybe he wasn't attentive as he should have been, but he made a mental note in his mind to try and work out a better schedule between work and her. He was willing to fight for her; he would prove that now.
Vibrator
Arcee cranked the device synced to a remote up to a higher level as she pressed it deep into her. It nestled into her and she purred at the vibrations...until she got a call from Springer.
"Arcee, you up? We need to get going," Springer said.
She didn't want to lose her buzz but knew duty called so her valve panel shut to keep it within, and she hid the remote in her subspace for safe keeping. She followed Springer to Kaon where Optimus was with Megatron. They kept a low profile as some Decepticons were in defensive moods. When she asked what they were doing, her only response from Springer was "to keep the peace." Yeah, no, the boys could work it out themselves. She had other things to work out.
Arcee split off and brought her remote out to hide in plain sight, turning it on after a few bots passed by. She closed her optics entranced by the treatment her valve needed. She leaned against a wall with her arms crossed as inconspicuous as possible to mask the growing heat. The vibrations were steady enough to soothe her of stress that she had accumulated over time. She needed it.
Suddenly, her arm was bumped by a passing Autobot, the vibrator shut off, and the remote slipped out of her hold onto the floor. It landed right at the pedes of Megatron who paused right before he stepped on it. Moving back and grabbing it off the ground, Arcee froze in horror as he examined it.
"What's this?"
"It's my…um…remote to a door I forgot to put back," she said as innocently as possible.
Megatron, however, didn't seem to buy it. To her surprise, he turned it back on and studied her closely as her face flinched with a blush and tense fists. He slowly smiled as he tampered with the settings and watched her attempt at not reacting crumble. She whimpered pleasurable and gave a loud moan as the vibrator was set onto its highest function so suddenly. She hated how he was enjoying her embarrassment.
"M-Megatron, stop!"
"Bringing a device like this to work. How naughty, dear Arcee," he smirked. She quickly tried to snag it from him but he kept it from her with a click of his glossa. "No, no, no, I think I'll keep this."
That made her panic as he secured it in his servo, walking away. Not long after, she overloaded unceremoniously in the hall with a curse. Like constant torture, she felt the vibrator suddenly go on and off, teasing her with sinister intent as the mech wielding it. And what was worse was that she really had no place to remove the device properly. She was stuck with the vibrator going berserk as Megatron made sure to always have it fluxing between high and low intentionally. She hated him.
Even when she was forced to be by Optimus' side, his faint grin never left as he toyed with the remote in front of everyone. No one knew it was anything but something he was playing with…not that they were wrong. Having to restrain herself from making ungodly noises as she glared at him was the hardest thing she had ever done. As soon as there was a window of opportunity, she fled back to base. But that didn't mean the torture stopped.
In the privacy of her quarters, Arcee was in a constant state of arousal. She left the device in despite everything, turned on by the idea of not being in control as low vibrations teased her and sudden highs brought her to crippling overloads. Her berth was a mess less than two hours in. The only moments of peace she had for the rest of the day was when she assumed Megatron had other things he needed done. She couldn't contain her gasps and moans each time he decided to play with her. She was gripping her berth frame and humped the solid surface trying to ride out the pleasure for as much as she could take even when it became unbearable.
By the time she was exhausted, she had to take it out, but she didn't regret letting it ride out. She didn't know how she was supposed to take the remote back. Would she even want to? That was the question she contemplated as she rested.
Wet
Megatron was restrained as Arcee simultaneously pumped his spike and used her servo to enter his valve. He watched her closely, heat creeping up his faceplates as both his interface parts leaked heavily from her handiwork. Pre-transfluid liquid ran over her servo and down her lower arm. Some of it went down his spike and over his valve to combine with the vast amount of lubricant he was producing. Against the cuffs that bound his servos behind him, Megatron struggled to keep his composure amid the constant attention. He was leaving mess everywhere.
His breathing hiked as Arcee's digits went in hard. The sharp pumps of his member in time with the motions had him melted to her whim. Even at his angle, he could only roll his hips forward to rock against her servo desperately wanting release.
"Please...Arcee..."
She pulled her servo out coated in lubricant and toyed with his opening. "You look like you could take a mech of Omega Supreme's caliber with this much discharge. So eager."
Arcee shoved it back in, marveling how his chassis produced more as she balled her servo into a fist to push even deeper. Megatron moaned louder as she abandoned his leaking spike to prioritize his valve so wet. She lapped up some of the lubricant on the valve petals with her glossa before eating him out.
The warlord wished he could hold her head to never leave him, but he made do with the sensations of her glossa and servo. He ignored the warnings in his HUD of imminent overload and possible overhaul of his safety protocols that Arcee was triggering by being rough enough to make his chassis produce so much lubricant. His inner thighs had strands of his release in no time, so did Arcee's faceplates.
He shamefully acknowledged his transfluid on his abdomen and looked at Arcee panting. Arcee didn't mind the mess. He knew she was most humored by the fact she was the only one who could make him cum so drastically. When she started again with a side comment of "not enough," Megatron shivered in his position in anticipation of how much she was going to coax from him.
Xtra
Optimus stared in horror as Megatron grabbed his lieutenant and held her back against his chest. Restrained by the Seekers, he could only watch helplessly as Arcee tried to give a snappy remark to Megatron whose digits tapped dangerously against her neck threatening to break it. It hardly fazed the tyrant. Megatron began pressing his interface panel against Arcee's aft as she hissed and cussed at him disgusted.
He then laughed, "You've been hiding this pretty femme from me all this time. I didn't take you as the type who would refuse to share your pets."
"Megatron, no-!"
Arcee winced as her thigh was grabbed from behind and hiked up to give Optimus a better view. Megatron got rougher but didn't make any move to break her cover yet. It was more of a taunt than anything. The display angered Optimus greatly as the rest of the Decepticons laughed. Then Arcee jumped to counter the force against her and managed to kick back to make Megatron release her. She was just about to flee when he caught her again, this time subduing her arms between them and wrapping his arm with his fusion cannon around her wait to hold her up from even touching the ground.
"Naughty, naughty girl," Megatron mused. "I would have expected a femme under you to be more submissive. We might just have to change that."
Optimus watched his archenemy go in for a brutal kiss, hard enough to suddenly draw blood. He heard Arcee growl back despite Megatron being far more powerful. She was always fearless. He didn't know what to do as Megatron explored her aft looking for a manual release to her valve. As soon as he found it, Optimus knew he couldn't protect Arcee.
He was forced to see her turn to face him with her head held down and on her hands and knees with a dark glare meant for her assailant. Megatron entered her swiftly, and Optimus tried to be respectful looking anywhere but there. The claim was antagonizing to listen to though Arcee was a fighter and tried her hardest not to shed a tear. The noises of pleasure both emitted from different reasons and haunted Optimus to his core.
When Megatron was done, Arcee was released but she looked terrible and didn't move from her position while Megatron stood above her. Optimus wanted to comfort her, hold her protectively to assure her everything would be alright...but it wasn't.
"You see, Optimus, I get what I want in the end. I always get what I want, and you can't hoard those like her from me."
You
You hear it in a remote area. Snooping around is hardly ideal, but seeing robots, specifically two of separate sizes, is what draws you to them. At first, you thought it was someone's perverted mechanical testing joke but then you realize no technology on Earth can create robots of that magnitude and so fluidly functioning. And when did robots have hypersensitivity to how or what certain parts were? A robot would just plow you to oblivion uncaring. These were not Earth-class A.I.
You watch as the masculine one pins the other in a playful roll before it moves its hips to grind against the feminine ones' pussy. The dick of the supposed male spreads the female's delicate lips like a horny dog. You see no controller, no other human, but the bots are going down hard. You pay little attention to the weird symbols on their bodies, possibly just markings or brands of a company, but maybe you will search up the symbols later as you take out your phone to record.
As you see the male-coded enter the female-coded presenting and willing, you pay close attention to the organic movements the robots make. The kissing, the lustful thrusts, and the trembling bodies with far-too-human breathing in their vents. A robot with humanoid anatomy and reactions...
The thing that throws you off is the inhumane noises and language. But regardless, you find their sexual encounter arousing. Your nether region grows moist at the thoughts of having such robots at your disposal. The feminine one is the loudest and most determined, the masculine one is the most gentle but consistent as you can guess how little it has to move to take the other, and both are fucking up a storm with visible ground disturbed.
Even as they change their routine with the female on top, you continue to record with stars in your eyes. But you retreat when the male grunts and speaks in a foreign tongue, making the other just as aggressive. If they caught you spying, you don't know what they'll do. Going home with your findings, you are still aroused and the video you play on your computer is enhanced to watch it in full screen. You hope maybe to see them again or maybe another robot with similar capabilities..just more human-friendly.
But for now, you are content slipping a hand down your pants listening to them, studying the odd similarities to humans they have. You have a good shot of the larger one fucking the smaller hard, unknown fluids being pushed out in their rut. You imagine taming that colorful pink and silver pussy, hearing the robot moan before you. Then you drift to being pounded by the male with glaring red eyes. You cum swiftly afterwards.
That makes you think though: what will happen if you go out there again? What will you find next? You can only smile at the opportunity.
Zzzz
They were both supposed to be asleep with Megatron laying on his back and Arcee was beside him. He gave a deep alien rumble-like snore as he breathed through his vents that lightly expanded and decompressed the panels within at a steady pace. As he slept, his processor kept drifting to an urgent need of interface. He awoke several times throughout the recharge period, but this wasn't the first time it had happened. These feelings came at him in deep slumber and would always fade when consciousness reached him. He woke up again just now in annoyance. Arcee was undisturbed.
It bothered him so that she was unaffected. As he sat upright, Megatron looked at Arcee laying on her front. A twinge of jealousy filled him how she could be unplagued by at least a nightmare when he had been waking up with a raging hard-on for the past few nights. Well, if she slept so good...no, bad idea. That was a breach of trust that he had worked to develop with her. Megatron still blushed at the thought. Would she be offended if he found the idea of sneaking to use her while she slept a secret pleasure he wanted to try?
Megatron furrowed his brows and carefully maneuvered to sit on his calves over her legs and aft. He revealed his spike and began stroking it as he imagined slipping into her and slowly taking her without her knowledge. In deep sleep, she would probably think it's a part of her dream. There was a sliver of guilt that prodded him to know what may also happen. He wasn't proud of himself as he covered his optics with his servo continuing to jerk off over her. The temptation was a great sin. The temptation became too much.
His darker personality set forth to make his ambitions a reality, reaching down to play with her hidden valve panel before making it retract. He watched her nuzzle into her arms unaware and didn't proceed until he guaranteed she was still out. Using his digits, he prodded her slowly to get her valve ready. The process was antagonizing and slow as her valve responded. He pumped a few more times into her before aligning himself by steadying his posture looming with both servos on the berth on both sides of her. He sank into her opening and gave a breath of lust concealed by attempted silence.
His spike being suffocated in her tight heat made Megatron's ambition conflicted in proceeding, especially watching her give a sleepy moan but didn't move any more than a turn of her head. The Decepticon leader slowly went deeper and retracted to the tip, repeating this until he could make himself go deeper. He panted silently, watching her reaction in slumber twist from confusion to discomfort and then bliss. She still didn't open her optics and that was good.
Restraining himself from going faster, Megatron curled his servos into fists going at the pace he needed without waking her. This slow form of interface was relaxing and what he needed at the same time. He mapped out visually all the little reactions like how her wheels turned ever so slightly a few times he went deeper. Her servos flinched and one was tempted to move down upon instinct, and Arcee had the cutest whimpers.
He neared overload and made his thrusts a little shorter, unable to resist but still made sure she wasn't disturbed. He smirked hearing her moan as she subconsciously overloaded with a shiver, but he had to chase his down buried inside her. He retreated as soon as he could to pull out. The warlord bit back a groan and tried not to dent the berth upon release, sneering at his damnation and the remnants of his aftermath on her backside.
Rolling on his back, Megatron looked miserable how he had reduced her to an object of desire...until he heard little giggles. Shooting up again to peer at her baffled, he was utterly horrified when she turned her head to rest her flushed cheek on her arm and smiled. She had pretended to be asleep. As he processed that, Megatron realized she was probably aware since he started masturbating and didn't stop him.
A flush of embarrassment flooded his systems as he laid back down. Arcee just crawled on top of him instead with a purr. She let him live out a fantasy. In a way, he hated her for it. He should have just taken care of it in the morning.
AN: Megacee test chapter part 2 with the unsafe works, more pairings inbound...eventually.
