So I wrote one~. This is actually the first x Reader fic I've ever written, so I hope you enjoy it.

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Rest and Relaxation

Armada!Megatron x Reader

Upon the throne sat Lord Megatron, as elegant and domineering as always. He always exuded such power no matter where he was positioned, but his throne was perhaps his favorite place to rest.

It had been a long day fighting with the Autobots over precious Mini-Cons who would be used to help further the greatness of the Decepticon army, and he was furious that they had lost the battle no thanks to his half-witted troops.

All but you, that was to say. Megatron always held an exception when it came to you, his most loyal subject and treasured partner. To say that he treated you like the most precious thing in the world was by no means an understatement. Say the word, and Megatron would bestow just about anything and everything your spark desired be it Mini-Cons, your own battalion or even prized treasures he would have once considered keeping for himself.

Cybertron, however, was out of the question. That was to be his, and his alone, but he had certainly given consideration to conquering it with you at his side.

The mere sight of you waltzing into the throne room was enough to improve his day, the warlord grinning as you approached him.

"Ah. There you are. I had wondered when you would arrive," Megatron chuckled.

"I did not wish to keep you waiting," you replied with a bow. He always liked it when you addressed him with respect, even if it wasn't a requirement in your courtship. "Especially after the day we have had. How can I help make it better, my Lord?"

Megatron stood from his throne, approaching you until he stood directly before you. He motioned for you to lean closer, his signal to you that he was about to kiss you. With a chuckle, he pressed his lips against yours - only giving you a small sample of what was to come later. "I suppose now is as good a time as any to bestow you with another of my gifts. I tasked a handful of Mini-Cons over the last couple of cycles to build something you've dreamed of having in your possession, and you know how I love to treat you to everything your spark desires. Oh yes."

What that meant you had no idea. Gifts from Lord Megatron could range from just about anything, but if he involved the Mini-Cons - halting production on the ship - it must have been something of great import.

"Come along, my dear. Allow me to personally escort you to your gift."

You obediently followed Megatron as he walked you down the halls of the derelict ship the Decepticons had set up base within. It was just the two of you as you continued to follow Megatron, though you found it surprisingly quiet without Cyclonus' cackles and Starscream's tantrums. You vaguely recalled Megatron ordering everyone to their quarters to rest after a hard fought battle, or hardly fought as the warlord had put it plainly, so that had mostly likely been the reason why.

You only found yourself more confused when Megatron lead you to your shared living quarters, but realization dawned the moment you entered the room.

There was a new door directly to the right of the berth.

Megatron studied your reaction, grinning as you approached the unexpected addition to the room. "I had the Mini-Cons assemble this room just for you to use at your leisure. You may enter."

Excitement filled the core of your being as you opened the door, surprised to see what awaited you. Before you was a luxurious oil bath designed with mood lighting perfect to help any bot relax. The basin itself had already been filled with steaming hot oil, and had been designed to seat at the very least two bots.

You and Megatron, no doubt, given the addition of a singular metallic duck floating in the oil.

"Is this to your liking, my dearest? You did mention recently how you yearned for the cycles we could enjoy a nice, hot oil bath," Megatron explained.

You did have to admit to yourself that the subject had been brought up more than once considering the number of mechs around the base all sharing the same energon bath. "Of course I do, my Lord. I appreciate this gift greatly."

"Shall we make use of it? I already took the liberty of having it filled just for you."

"Of course. Let us enjoy this bath together," you agreed.

Taking your servo into his, Megatron once more lead the way as he guided you to the bath. It was only natural that Megatron himself stepped inside first, holding your servo as you joined him. Almost immediately the warmth of the oil felt wonderful on your legs and pedes, seeping into aching joints as you began to lower yourself into the bath. It only felt better on your frame once you were fully seated, a large smile growing on your face from how good it felt.

"Yeesss… This was a magnificent idea. I should have had one of these installed when we first arrived." You could practically hear the purr in Megatron's voice as he sprawled out in the oil bath, his arms resting along the edge of the basin. It was almost as if his anger and frustration from the battle had melted away, now witnessing your beloved in a moment of pure bliss.

A rarity these days.

"Why don't you come to me?" Megatron suggested, motioning with a single digit for you to come closer.

"Of course, my Lord." You slid closer to him, the oil splashing as you moved. As you drew near, you turned your back to Megatron, pressing it against his chest as you leaned back. You could hear his pleased hum as he wrapped his arms around you, trapping you both in the warmth of the bath and his loving embrace. Closing your optics, you allowed yourself to completely relax in his hold.

"Once this universe is ours, we shall have all the time in the world for such luxuries. I will ensure your every whim and desire is tended to, as you deserve nothing less, my dear," Megatron spoke into your audial receptor tenderly. "I will have temples built in your name for all to worship you, though none as thoroughly as I. Yes, indeed."

If it had come from any other bot, they would have just been mere words, but somehow they felt sincere when they came from Megatron. It wasn't a matter of would it happen, but when.

"Only if such temples are designed for you as well, my Lord," you replied.

"Of course there shall be. All will bow before our superiority. Oh yes they will."

You could not have been more content in Megatron's embrace, feeling his digits ghosted along your siding. Everything seemed so perfect, and you wanted to relish in this moment for all eternity.

"Lord Megatron? Lord Megatron are you…?"

And there it went as your optics re-opened, spotting a mortified Thrust gazing at the two of you.

"Who gave you permission to barge into our private quarters, Thrust?!" Megatron roared. The mood was gone.

"A thousand apologies, your Lordship," Thrust began, "but I wanted to bring you news that I have devised a plan that will destroy the Autobots once and for all."

For as irked as you were by the intrusion, you could hear the deep growl emitting from Megatron. "Very well, Thrust. I shall meet you in the throne room. However, should you ever interrupt our private time again, I shall have you terminated faster than you can beg for your pathetic life!"

"Yes! Yes. Again, I apologize," Thrust continued to beg. "I'll be awaiting your arrival, my Liege."

Without a moments hesitation, Thrust vanished just as he promised. However, the moment had entirely been soured as you sighed, glad to know that the sentiment was at least shared by Megatron himself.

"It would appear we will have to cut our time in this oil bath short. Regardless of Thrust's plan, I will make sure that this never happens again. Would you care to join me, or would you prefer to enjoy the bath while its warm?"

"Perhaps the bath a moment longer," you replied.

"Very well. I shall deal with Thrust, and when I return we may resume where we left off." Turning you around, Megatron pulled you into a deep kiss, nipping at your lips with his fangs. Once he was satisfied, he released you and vacated the basin as oil dripped down his frame. As he dried himself and walked toward the doorway, the warlord turned back to gaze at your visage one more time.

"How low do you want me to go?"

Which position makes you feel the most powerful during sex?

Do you prefer to be in control, or do you like letting someone else take the lead?

What’s the one spot on your body that drives you wild when touched?

Have you ever faked an orgasm? Be honest.

What’s your favorite way to tease a partner before things get serious?

Are you satisfied with your body, or is there one feature you’d change if you could?

Do you like dirty talk? If yes, what kind of words get you going?

What’s the most public place you’ve ever been intimate, or wanted to be?

Do you prefer slow, sensual sex or fast and rough?

What’s one fantasy you’ve never told anyone?

Do you like being watched, or do you prefer total privacy?

What’s the sexiest thing someone has ever said to you?

Do you enjoy giving or receiving more?

Have you ever had a one-night stand? Would you do it again?

What’s your favorite piece of lingerie or lack thereof?

Do you like using toys in the bedroom?

What’s the longest you’ve gone without sex, and how did it affect your mood?

Do you prefer morning sex, midnight passion, or something in between?

What’s one thing you’ve done in bed that surprised even you?

Do you like leaving marks on your partner or having them leave marks on you?

What’s your biggest turn-on that most people wouldn’t guess?

Have you ever been caught in the act? spill the details.

Do you like role-playing? If so, what scenario gets you going?

What’s the most sensitive part of your body that isn’t obvious?

Do you prefer eye contact during intimacy, or do you like to close your eyes and feel?

What’s one thing you’d never try in bed, no matter what?

Do you like being praised or degraded during sex?

What’s the best kiss you’ve ever had and what made it so good?

Do you enjoy foreplay more than the main event, or is it just a means to an end?

If you could have sex with anyone (real or fictional, past or present), who would it be, and why?

Which scent on a lover makes you lose control instantly?

Do you prefer silk sheets, leather cuffs, or nothing at all?

What’s the one sound you make that you hope no one ever records?

Have you ever used your powers, or lack thereof, in bed?

What’s the riskiest text you’ve ever sent mid-foreplay?

Do you like your hair pulled, or are you the one doing the pulling?

What’s the most unexpected place your hands have wandered?

Do you keep a secret toy hidden somewhere no one would guess?

What’s one rule you’d break for the right person?

Do you prefer whispered promises or loud commands?

What’s the fastest you’ve ever gone from “hello” to skin on skin?

Have you ever left a lover begging for more and walked away?

What’s the one body part you’re secretly obsessed with on someone else?

Do you like tasting yourself on someone else’s lips?

A cybertronian reader is preferred, but if you prefer writing for humans that's perfectly fine!

Sure, but I do only write human reader x Cybertronians. 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

Bargain

Armada Megatron x Reader

• Your only warning that he’s back is the angry chirping of your little, minicon friend. And even though Megatron’s massive compared to Sparkplug, the minicon gets between you and the door to your cell. Trying to protect you even though you both know it’s useless. But then, calling your space a cell, isn’t really true anymore. The room plush and comfortable, a show of Megatron’s favor at your continued good behavior and his attempts to encourage it. “It’s okay,” you reassure him, eyes narrowing when Megatron opens the door and his optics find you. Originally you’d bartered yourself to protect not only the minicon, but your town from the mercurial Decepticon, but now things are more complicated. You’re not even sure you are a prisoner any more even if you’re locked in this room most of the time. Sometimes you think it’s to protect you from his followers more than to keep you trapped.

@naughty-tyrant-things

"Urgh... shut up."

Optimus complains, sitting on the Lord's lap. They are currently in his throne room, Optimus staring deeply into Megatron's optics.

"What?! Do I have to remove my mask, too?!"

He complained again, but the funny thing is that Optimus keeps complaining about Megatron's demands, but continues to "obey" in a way. He removes his mask, leaning closer to the Lord and giving him a deep kiss, their tongues dancing passionately in their mouths. They separated after a good moment, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. Optimus was panting, his chestplate rising and falling rapidly. He looked down at Megatron's legs.

If this were one of his men, he would have been angered at their complaints, but he chuckled instead, finding it amusing. He wasn't going to ruin this rare moment of intimacy. Megatron's servos were already on the other's hips, slowly gripping and squeezing them, watching as the other squirmed under his touch. He smirked as Optimus revealed his face to him and he pulled him close as they shared a sloppy wet kiss, Megatron's glossa fighting the others for dominance as they did so.

While the warlord could keep his emotions well hidden, his body told another story and easily gave away his true intentions. Megatron was already well excited and having the other close like this made it difficult to resist his darkest desires. His spike freed itself from its housing, pressurized between Optimus's legs. He let out a grunt as he felt it press against Optimus plating.

Megs licked his derma free of saliva, savoring his taste as he watched Optimus adjust himself before allowing the warlord's spike to enter him. Megatron groaned as he felt the others' tightness and heat, his scale-like plating flaring out and giving Optimus that good texture he desired.

The warlord moaned and panted softly as Optimus rode him, his frame heating up quickly. His servos roamed around, going into fine creases and along details only megs knew of. He moved his helm aside to give Optimus better access to his neck, the bites exciting him more. Megs scratches and returns the bites as he starts becoming more sensitive, his groans turning into low growls as he comes closer to release.

Optimus knows when Megs gets close to his release because his actions start becoming more desperate. His touch becomes rougher and his bite is now like a bear trap. He grips Optimus's thighs hard as the pace quickens. With a final powerful thrust, Megs yells out and releases deep into his rival's forge.

After he finishes, the warlord releases his jaws from the others' plating and he is a shaking mess beneath his enemy. His frame was still processing everything and it took him a moment to recover. He sighed in satisfaction but he wasnt quite done yet.

"Mmmm~... hardly."

He chuckled, his digits making light circles on Optimus's thighs

"It's not often I get you like this all to myself. I thought you might want to stay a while and maybe go another round~?"

( ✧ ― @naughty-tyrant-things || spicy gif prompts ― ✧ )

Megs and steam for 5e perhaps?

Steamtrack panted softly as she rolled her hips up and down on Megatron's spike, groaning as it hit just the right spots inside her. With the way that he was sitting, she had her arms braced on his shoulders and her helm right above his.

The warlord was sitting on his berth with his chassis leaning against the wall. Steam was straddling his thighs and riding him slowly. With every movement, she made the leader's mighty frame twitch beneath her. His spike was fully pressurized and its scale-like ridges were flared, giving her a nice texture and an excellent length to work with. He groaned and panted, biting his derma as she came down on his length. His fangs were fully extended and freshly sharpened, easily drawing energon as he bit himself.

Repulsive | No | Maybe | Yes | Absolutely | Take Me Now

I’d top them | I’d bottom for them

I’d dom them | I’d sub for them