Transformers Oneshots

Megatron x Cybertronian!Reader

(Y/n) watched after the shadowed figure with her back plates pressed harshly against the concrete, (Y/n) couldn't woo but crave his touch-- crave his intensity...

His curled up servo formed a fist as metal met metal and the sound sent a thrill of pleasure down (Y/n) spine, taking another step forward her long slender metal legs with hidden weapons on the side, carried her out of the darkened corner of the large arena. (Y/n) pushed past the surrounding bots until she stood a few clicks away from the monster she had caged.
Megatron glared at the fragger kneeling by his pedes, he had toyed with the mech too long and his patience wore thin, lifting his hunky arm, the monster gave his opponent a final blow. The bloodied mechs form slumped, the crown of his healm crashed into the dirty floor of the pit below very loudly. Spreading his arms, he cracked the knotted cables in his neck and turned , roared , at the raving audience.

The gladiators gaze searched for a certain pair of cold orange optics. He found them within a few nano clicks, narrowing his focus, Megatron made his way out of the Pits and towards the woman who had him chained. The corner of (Y/n)s' mouth lifted as he approached, but there was no other expression tainting her structured features. (Y/n) was every bit beautiful, every bit insane. Unable to control his own desires, he followed (Y/n) as she skinned through her dark paradise. Her sharpened didgets scrapped down the dimly lit hallway until she paused outside her office, the doors opened automatically and with a simple flick of her wrist it stayed open. (Y/n) rested herself against the nearest wall beside the door and waited for her obsession to walk directly into the trap she had crafted. Megatrons interface panel looked as if it had tightened around his bulging spike. It was a sick kind of fascination, his frame needed her but his prossesscor pleads him to escape the constricting grip she had wound around him. Little did Megatron know, (Y/n) had a present prepared for him. After all, he'd been a good mech and done as she'd asked.

Megatron didn't hesitate his stride led him directly into the blinding room. (Y/n) silently vented a breath of anticipation through her parted dermas. She could hear his Heavy pede steps and her nerves spiked. She wanted a small taste, something she'd lust over since the day she'd come across his tactical self.

No other mech or femme seemed to hild (Y/n)a' attention like Megatron did, and although part of her clawed to keep him locked up, she knew her sanity wouldn't be able to handle him...and his probably huge,NEVERMIND.
This was (Y/n)s' fucked up circus and she would always be the ring leader. His large well built frame came to a stop within the doorway of her office, blocking of the small amount of light coming from the hallways. (Y/n) allowed his scent to drift up her nostrils and intoxicate her senses. She waited for a sparkbeat before advancing on his solid grey frame. Focusing on the situation at hand, Megatron remained still as (Y/n)s' didgets caressed his lower lip. This was unfamiliar territory to the gladiator, he'd familiarised himself with their regular winnings. Megatron had to admit he knew she was beyond fucked; what kind of manager gives their gladiator eight percent of his winnings... He knew the first night, that what (Y/n) really enjoyed was the show.
(Y/n) wasn't as tall and nowhere near as muscled up with cables as Megatron was but she stood strong at her height, resting just below his collar plating. She tilted her helm to the side and raised slightly, pressing her plush Dermas against his partilly dented jaw.
Megatron was no saint, he could no longer control his need and want to contaminate this femme. With lithe movements, one servo came up to wrap around her waist while the other circled her neck. Her optics flashed to his in the darkness and in that moment she knew she'd done more than provoke the true gladiator inside. He took a threatening step into the room, forcing (Y/n) to move backwards. With a flick of his wrist, he slammed the door shut behind them. Unable to see in the lightless room, Megatron released her momentarily before flicking in the shimmering light bulb. He instantly found her mouth again and ducked down an it to nibble on net bottom derma. His servos tightened around her throats and using his other servo, Megatron took hold of her aft. He squeezed hard earning a meal to come from her voice box.