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Hi everyone, this is my official submission for the month of kinktober!

I will be updating tags and characters as I go, but will differentiate each chapter by what day and what our lovely prompt is as well ;)

Follow along with each chapter to find the specific one you're looking for, each will be titled correctly. Enjoy!

1: Overstimulation w/ Optimus Prime and human reader (TFP)

2. Aphrodisiacs w/ Prowl and cybertronian reader (IDW)

3. Threesome w/ Optimus Prime + Ratchet (TFP) and human reader

4. Voyeurism w/ Soundwave (IDW) and cybertronian reader

5. Dacryphilia w/ Megatron (TFP) and human reader

6. Intoxication w/ Bumblebee (TFP) and cybertronian reader

7. Bloodplay w/ Shockwave (IDW) and human reader

8. Free Use w/ Ratchet (TFP) and human reader

9. Tentacles w/ Soundwave (TFP) and human reader

10. CNC w/ Megatron (TFP) and cybertronian reader

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You cry into the cabling of his shoulder, his thick fingers spreading you wide open for what felt like the millionth time that night.

You almost regret climbing into Optimus’ lap that night, trying to entice him to get some rest. To take a step away from his work. But you knew your attempts would be futile.

“Come on, Optimus,” you beg sweetly. Like honey dripping from your tongue. “Just entertain me on this.”

He’d give in, but only for a bit. Let you have the satisfaction of taking his mind off things, only for a moment. And then he’d get right back to it.

He gave you one look. A threatening one at that. A warning.

You knew what you were getting into.

Optimus’ fingers vibrated within you every now and then, teetering you over that edge for hours. Your walls spasmed around his digits, begging for release. Your poor clit used and abused but never reaching that intense level of release. Body shaking from sensitivity.

He gave you most of what you wanted, but still hadn’t looked away from his work.

“Please,” you begged. Knowing you couldn’t move or he’d make your coupling last for even longer.

At this point, you didn’t even know what you were asking for. For him to step away from his work fully, or to finally give you that sweet sweet release, you didn’t know.

Optimus hums, still working on his datapad. “You know I can’t take you if you aren’t prepped correctly.”

His excuse had some truth behind it, but also, he enjoyed your squirming. When you’re so sensitive you can’t even speak a single word. Your noises please him greatly.

He presses a peck to the side of your head as you whimper, the slight wriggle of his fingers sending you reeling. Body language begging to just be wrecked.

You understood he was only looking out for you, because he was big. Almost too big. But he was nice enough to prep you decent enough before taking your tiny human cunt.

You would’ve called this particular situation cruel if not for his sweet words. This time around, he kept you in that same place. Making you wet from anticipation and not from orgasming like many times before.

It felt different. It felt good.

That same vibration flowed through you again, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood.

Literal tears flowed down your face when he finally pulled his fingers from you. Knowing what was to come next.

“Be patient,” Optimus sternly reminded, stilling your wiggling hips.

You knew he was needing you just as much as you were needing him. It almost made you cocky. But you knew Optimus would treat you well if you just behaved like a good little human.

He did his work, satisfied you just enough to keep you coming back, and you loved it. Even if it costed you your sanity.

Sinking down onto his girthy length sent you spiraling, a low moan being pulled as you’re fully flush with his metal pelvis. Unable to wiggle your hips from his tight grip.

Optimus’ cock kissed your cervix at this angle, setting your nerves on fire. An overwhelming sensation coursing through you, adding onto your pleasure.

Begs and pleas spill from your lips, beckoning him to just do it. Give you what you wanted. Give in.

And he did.

He plays you like a fucking fiddle. You’re splayed across his desk as he punishes you. Cock punching your hole over and over until your release.

But he keeps going. The slightest vibration to your clit sends you spiraling. It hurt.

But it seemed like he enjoyed your cries of hurt. For him to stop. That it was ‘too much’.

Optimus’ thumb kept grinding at that sweet sweet nub, all the while it sent electricity up your veins. It hurt in a half good half bad way. Your hands try to have him lay up off the attention, but he’s stone solid.

“I am simply giving you what you want,” he vents hotly against your skin. 

Your EM fields pinch and lick at one another, enticing. Just before he forces his way in and sends mind numbing pleasure to course through your body via access to your mind.

You were limp, taking whatever he gave you. It was all you could do. He was right.

Another orgasm is forced out of you, and that is when he lets up. Although only for a moment.

Just when you thought you found solace, he sends trickles of stimulation down your body. The electricity of it all zapping at your skin, tickling you.

Your mind was hazy, barely being able to lift your head from the overstimulation he was giving you.

You don’t know how long Optimus had been going at this, but it felt like forever. And you’d let him use you, anyway.

What brought you practically back alive was the feeling of his fingers on you yet again.

“Just one more,” he encourages yet again. You can’t keep going like this.

A low moan emanates from you, chest heaving as his dick hits a particularly abused spot within you that sparks your core.

“I can't,” you groan uselessly. Words broken up by sobs.

He huffs. “Yes you can.”

He’s agile with his fingers, rubbing firm circles that made you see stars, even though you don’t think your body could give you another. They vibrate against you, making you cry out. It was too much.

You don’t know when he overloaded, but he did, and the feeling of him pumping you full made you ooze satisfaction. That he had finally gotten some sort of release, even though he made you sit through hours of edging.

Was it worth it? Maybe.

He fucked you through his release, kissing your neck as he applied all the more pressure to your clit. Assuring that you would have one last one of the night.

But you knew it wasn’t going to be your last one.

Your mouth is agape as it rips through you one last time, teetering on the edge of unpleasantry. But it warms you, gushing around his cock as he continues to pump into you.

He sighs against your skin, obviously not tired from your coupling, but more so that he could finally relax.

Optimus keeps you on his cock as he pulls you from the table, you sitting on his lap as he rubs soothing circles into your body. This was nice. This was better.

“You took me quite well today,” Optimus hums as you rest your head on his shoulder. His tone odd. “I appreciate you taking me away from my work.”

You let out an airy muffled laugh, trying not to move your body too much from the jolts of pleasure you feel from his cock within. Too overstimulated to do anything else.

“I just wanted to spend some time with you,” you admit sheepishly, still catching your breath.

A beat passes where the both of you don’t say anything. Don’t breathe.

And then that familiar feeling he does when he grips your hips in that ‘I’m going to fuck you’ kind of way happens. Your lips pursing woefully.

“Well you have succeeded,” he says in a low voice, breaths ghosting your ear. “And I think this calls for us to spend some more time together.”

You could feel his pressurized spike within you rub at your walls even with the slightest movement, making you hiss. You don’t think you could handle another orgasm

That familiar buzzing sound reaches your ears, and you already know it was game over.

Fuck.

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Crashing into the wall, you tussle with the alien creature. Its fangs coming out to bite into your plating, but are never able to pierce it. You shove it away, blasting its leg in the process.

It lets out a screech, knocked down onto its knees but never stopping its onslaught. Opting instead to come at your legs, knocking you off balance.

You curse, your knees buckling as it scratches and pulls at your limbs.

You come crashing down against a table, the items on it tumbling over and spilling onto the surface. A sudden intense smell filling your receptors.

The alien gives your upper thigh a good bite, sinking its teeth into your wiring. You finally mustered enough strength against its actions to raise your gun right to its head and blow it smooth off.

The creature falls into a heavy slump on the floor, brain matter splattered on the floor. You use the table to help yourself up after taking a few breaths, chest heaving from the intensity of the fight.

Your hands slip on the liquid on the table, catching its bright colors on your digits. The severity of the smell hit you so hard in the face that you had to physically turn away.

“Sergeant, are you clear?” your commander asks.

You cough, waving away the smell. “Yes, injury in the upper left leg, but other than that–.”

You’re cut off, a slew of coughing filling your chest. It was getting more and more difficult to think straight, your throat itchy.

“I think there’s something in these chemicals they were working with in here,” you say in a broken voice, looking over at the spilled contents you just touched previously.

A beat goes by. “Are you able to come out, sergeant?”

Your knee buckles, a sudden intense feeling flowing within you. Like your brain couldn’t command itself to move. Heat blooms through your frame.

“I don’t know,” you respond somehow, even through weak breaths.

“I’m coming.”

You tell him to stop. To wait it out. That the chemicals might’ve been too powerful.

But he insists.

Suddenly, a form next to you catches your attention. Gaze hazy, you barely make out his face as he checks you over before lifting you up. You groan lowly from his touch, leaning your body flush against his as he takes your arm to lay across his shoulders so he could support you out of there.

“Prowl, the chemicals,” you utter lowly, slight concern tinging your words.

He practically drags you out. “Someone’s gotta get you out of here.”

Emerging from the room only ended in your downfall.

At least, that’s how you viewed it at first.

Both you and Prowl were locked in a small clinical room after the doctors cautiously took both your vitals and energon samples. Warding the two of you off ‘just in case’.

You were hot. Getter hotter by the minute.

But Prowl seemed perfectly fine. He had a secret super power, one where he’d never show any imperfections. No faults. Always calm, and collected.

The doctors had no idea what the chemical was, just that it was foreign and they hadn’t detected such a chemical in their system before. 

Basically, to sum things up, you were fucked.

You sat across from Prowl, crossing your legs to contain your jittering. Body unable to sit still the entire time.

“I’m sorry, commander,” you say in a small voice, breathing slowly becoming erratic.

Prowl hums, but doesn’t say anything. Calm. Collected.

You shift, and Prowl tilts his head. Chin angled downward so he could peer at you.

“Quit doing that.”

You almost groan from the sound of his voice.

You couldn’t help but notice how much better Prowl looked in your eyes now. Less of an asshole, seeing past his intimidation factor in favor of ogling him. He wasn’t a bad looking bot.

If he wasn’t your commander, you’d say ‘smash’ and move on.

God, what were you, a sparkling?

Pull yourself together.

“I can’t,” you say in the best put together voice you could. “My body—I can’t stop.”

“Listen to your commander, and sit still,” he barks.

and you do. Because you listen to your commander like a good little femme.

But then it happened again. You shifted off of the wall to lean forward. Trying your best to still your shaking legs.

God, your core was on fire.

You groan. “Prowl, I’m so hot, did they tell you what that chemical was?”

He’s silent. Silent in a way that makes you worried. You shrink under his piercing gaze, wanting to take back your previous statement.

“It’s commander,” he says sternly. “And I think I have an idea of what it was.”

You shake your head, eyes pleading. Tears threatening to well up and spill over like a broken dam. Shuffling closer, you move to the other wall to sit next to him.

“What?” you ask in a quiet voice. “What is it?”

He stared at you. “I believe it was a form of aphrodisiac.”

You watch as his lips move, trailing your gaze up his nose—his lovely bridged nose, up to his eyes. Finding him already looking back.

Fuck—you couldn’t contain yourself. Reel it in.

That’s when the burn came in. Your lips trembling as you clutched your midsection. Prowl twitched at the action, but didn’t move.

“There’s a method that they use to get rid of the effects,” Prowl mentions in a low but stern voice. “But it is unethical.”

He’s unmoving, watching you. You twist, looking at him with begging eyes. Still trying to maintain a professional distance. 

“Please, I’ll do anything,” you say, not knowing what he was hinting at. If he was hinting at anything at all. “It burns.”

Prowl stares at you for a few moments before he shifts closer, the side of his body pressing into yours as he moves his arm.

You watched as he got closer, the way his plating moves fluidly in sync. The way his coloring glints in the light. His helm tilted downwards.

And then he closes the space. You felt immediate relief of his lips on yours, the burn ebbing away but instead turning into a much larger fire within.

You moaned as he pulled you closer, his grip causing aches in your hips that made them widen up. Beckoning him to get even closer—mold into you.

Gone was your confusion. You welcomed this newfound feeling for your commander—sure to had always dreamed of getting with an upper in command, but Prowl? Never in a million years.

He lets out a slight quiet grunt as your lips part, your hands digging into his shoulder plating. It told you he was feeling the same effects you were.

And that turned you on even more. 

Your hands traced along the wings on his back, scratching gently as he shifted your hips closer. He grips you tighter, a warning. A sign of not to tease him.

His denta made their home where your neck met your helm, tracing his glossa up and down the column where you swallowed thickly. His vents hot against your cabling.

You’re pushed to the floor, resting on your back as Prowl climbed on top of you. Chest rumbling as you easily make room for his hips to slot into, feeling him grind roughly.

You moan into the quiet air, knees locking around his hips to pull him in closer. You needed him inside your plating—inside your spark chamber. Anything to get him to mold into one with you. To satiate that burn.

When he pulls back, your needy whines fall on deaf ears as he disregards your pleading. Instead, reaching under your hip plating and finding that one button that opens you up completely.

Who knew Prowl knew his way around a femme. He was always so stoic, so forward, you had forgotten he might’ve had a love life.

He stares at you silently, as he always does, but you can feel the heat behind his gaze. How they burn into you. His beady blues making you breathe even harder.

He shoves his digits within you, making you cry out. Clenching onto him as he scissors you open.

You were embarrassingly wet, lubricated from even the slightest touch.

“You are very lubricated, sergeant,” Prowl comments to your dismay. “Tell me, how long have you been thinking about your commander this way?”

You cry out, unable to even think straight due to the drugs in your system. It was a shocker that Prowl was even able to do whatever it was he was doing at that moment.

Prowl stops his motions, so you angle your head to the side. “Primus—forever, commander.”

He’s satisfied with that answer, because his fingers pump into you harsher. Rolling your node in quick circles that had you screaming for the stars.

You could feel his restraint with the way his frame shakes against yours. His fingers twitching within you.

And then you could feel it.

His spike rested against your inner thigh, nudging at your plating. Begging to bury deep within your heat.

Prowl holds your hips still as he prods at your entrance before worming his way in. Each inch burning you in waves, each time you pulse you lose your sanity.

He didn’t let you adjust, didn’t let you catch your breath, just went with it. His thrusts were angled and deep, making you cry into his plating. Denta dragging across his shoulder.

When Prowl feels you just barely graze him, his hand comes up to force your neck back down. Pinning your neck to the floor as he cuts off some air flow through your vents.

Each punch into your valve made you let out a squeak, muffled by the crushing feeling at your neck. Your eyes fluttering shut as you can hear his breathing becoming rapid.

“Are you going to behave?” he asks in a firm tone. Like he actually meant it.

A muffled ‘yes’ leaves you as he continues his onslaught, continuing to thrust harshly as he chases his own high. Your own release right around the corner. Begging him to give you more.

More. More.

Once Prowl decides you had enough, he pinned you down fully and turned almost animalistic. Quiet grunts leaving his lips when you clench oh so deliciously around him.

He pushes through your tensing walls before you finally overloaded. Crying out his name as he punishes you over and over again. 

Your hazy mind faded just a bit once Prowl finally overloaded himself, stuffing you full of his trans fluid as it trails down your thighs. The feeling of it warm and sticky.

Prowl sits back for a moment, holding you still as you take his entire load. You catch your breath, watching as he watches you with a lidded stare.

He was silent, and in a nerveracking way.

“The report on this is going to be fun to write,” you joke. Trying to make light out of the situation.

Prowl rumbles, but doesn’t say anything. You catch sight of his fingers twitching against your hips, that same burning feeling returning. Like what it felt when the drug first ran its course through your system.

“Who said you were going to write that report now?” he asks in a serious tone. A small smirk ghosting his lips. “It takes several attempts to get the drug out of your system.”

With the slightest shift of his hips, you can feel his spike pressurizing within you once again. Making you cry out softly from the sensations intensified.

You were going to have a long night.

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You had belonged to Ratchet. Your beloved medic. Your person.

You weren’t going to lie, when Ratchet had proposed the idea to you, you weren’t entirely against it. You could see where he was coming from.

The small glances here and there. The history they used to have. The stolen moments where you were alone with Optimus, and he had this one particular longing spark in his eyes.

And he was easy on the eyes. When he spoke, he sparked a feeling in your lower belly. Most likely able to come from just his voice alone—coaxing you to release.

But he was a Prime.

Primes had no time for such things.

But you were going to make him have time.

Ratchet, ever the medic, expressed that you both could make him feel good. Make Optimus feel needed.

And apparently, Ratchet had already spoken to Optimus. Like old friends bantering. 

So when you walked into the base that fateful day, you couldn’t dismiss the heated look Optimus had lingering in his gaze. Knowing something was going on that Ratchet had orchestrated.

And here you were, sitting on Ratchet’s berth obediently as the bots before you had shrunk down to be near your size. Still towering but at least they couldn’t squish you.

Ratchet was the first to come forward, kneeling before you as you sat on your knees. Face angled upward to reach his helm, your hands clutching his shoulder plates as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips.

You hummed against his metal lips, slotted in a way that made you feel at home. This was normal. This was right.

He nipped your bottom lip gently, making you let out a breathy laugh. 

“Now don’t let our guest feel left out,” Ratchet rumbles against your skin as he trails kisses from the outer parting of your lips down to your jaw.

Your eyes trailed over to Optimus. He had gotten closer last you checked, waiting for your approval. Your beck and call. 

You reach for him, his body shifting forward as your hand rests on his neck cabling. Teasing the wiring as he comes forward, helm tilted lower as he makes it easier for you to tug.

Optimus lets out a low grunt, eyes lidded as he stares at you. Ratchet nips at the point where your neck meets your jaw, making your lips purse as a soft moan is pulled from you.

Ratchet chuckles deeply, his hands roving over your body. He shifts slightly to make room for Optimus—ever the gentleman.

Your lashes flutter shut as Optimus meets you halfway in a kiss, his metal lips soft but firm. You smile as you feel his hand linger at the outer part of your thigh, awaiting your approval.

Ratchet bit you ever so slightly that made you groan, letting Optimus deepen the kiss. His tongue sliding against your own as he takes over your senses.

Who knew a Prime could be such a good kisser.

“Optimus,” you say in between heated breaths. “Touch me.”

He doesn’t need you to tell him twice, his hands tracing over your body greedily. Kneading your soft and warm flesh under his metal grip.

“So dirty,” Ratchet comments as he trails up to your ear. His breaths ghosting your skin hotly. “Demanding a Prime like that.”

Optimus’ grip gets tighter on you from Ratchet’s comment, making you moan breathily. Optimus gives you a few kisses down the column of your neck before breaking away. Focusing his gaze on the way your face contorts in pleasure when he grips your breasts.

Your body is pushed so that way you could rest on the ground. Your back flush with the metal berth below.

Ratchet widens your thighs, slotting himself right in between to assure you couldn’t close them.

Optimus is right next to him, watching as Ratchet slowly pulls your top up. You make a show of stripping the fabric, your bra coming off with it.

Ratchet obviously enjoys the view with the way his eyes narrow, his grip possessive as he traces his hands along your sensitive mounds.

But Optimus. His gaze widens only slightly, hearing his venting pick up speed only slightly. A deep rumble in his chest as he watches you moan.

“These,” Ratchet says with a sudden squeeze at your flesh. “Are one of the best parts.”

Optimus hums with that deep baritone voice of his, his helm tilting. “I’d love to see the rest of these ‘best parts’.”

Ratchet smirks, his grip getting lower.

You could tell he needed you solely by the way your pants were ripped. It only happened when he had a rough day, which surprised you. But maybe he was just trying to show off.

A surprised squeak is pulled from you. Watching as Optimus’ gaze zeroes in on your expression hotly before trailing down to your core.

And boy were you embarrassingly wet.

Ratchet tugs your panties, a heavy breath exhaling from his chest. You whimper as his hand grazes your outer lips in the process.

“So wet,” Ratchet teases. “Excited, are we?”

You nod, face flushing as he teases you like it was his second nature.

“I don't think I heard you,” Ratchet says, leaning forward to tower over you.

You almost choke back a sob when he teases your entrance with his digits.

“Yes.”

Ratchet leans down to kiss you sweetly before trailing down your body. Grazing your breasts with his teeth before getting to your stomach. All you could do was let out an airy breath as he doted on you.

His fingers filled you full. It was pleasant, and he knew exactly where to stretch and where to target.

A moan leaves you, eyes heavy but still aware. You watch as Optimus shifts to the side of your body instead of next to Ratchet.

Your attention sways between the two, but eventually you landed on Optimus. He hadn’t so much as touched you more than slightly on the hip and waist. You were going to change that.

Reaching out, your hand traces along the plating at his front. Trailing lower and lower before his hand stopped you.

Optimus looks at you with a melting stare. Taking a hold of your wrist to stop you before guiding you lower and lower himself.

His fingers over yours that guided you were smooth in their movements, it would’ve made you swoon.

The digits push your own down and the button is pressed, his latch opening to present his spike.

You’d gawk at it if not for the intense amount of pleasure that was coursing through you. Ratchet was trying to get you off track, teasing your clit cruelly.

“You’re being such a good girl,” Ratchet comments, and you gush at that. Pussy getting wetter by the moment, and his fingers only intensified the squelching sounds. “Treating Optimus so well.”

You cry out as an orgasm rips through you, crashing into that wall of pleasure. Your body tensed, core clenching to keep his scissoring digits in.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Ratchet asks Optimus with a teasing smile.

Optimus’ gaze trails over your face, his own hand tracing along his length already hardened between his legs. “Very.”

Pulling his digits out, you watch as they glisten in the light. Your teeth nibbling at your lower lip in response.

It didn’t take very long for Ratchet to pull out his own spike, already pressurized and leaking trans fluid.

Every time you and Ratchet couple, he always preps you. And every time, you’re still a tight fit. 

You whimper as he notches the head at your entrance, his hands encasing themselves around your hips as you wriggle in anticipation.

The penetration was always the most difficult part, his cooes falling on deaf ears as you whined. He fills you oh so well, his girth stretching your walls to the max. 

Random mixes of words leave you once he’s fully inside of you, either begging him for more or begging for him to stop, you didn’t know. He chuckles at your brain fog, angling his hips ever so slightly to make you cry.

And then he’s thrusting into you, a decent pace that made you see stars. Your voice cracking with every punch. You watch as Ratchet motions something to Optimus, your blurry gaze flitting over to the red and blue bot next to you as he fists his cock.

He shifts closer, but a reassuring look passes through his eyes. Wanting to make sure you could handle it.

You purse your lips, reaching for him. You’re paused halfway as he presses the tip of his spike to your tongue. Ratchet’s cock pummeling into you made things easier, because your jaw hung open from the sensations coursing through you, making it easier for Optimus to push in.

His spike was long and thick, your tongue sliding along the length of it as he shallowly thrusts in and out of your warm mouth. His eyes shut softly periodically, feeling the pleasure flow through him.

Ratchet grunted, hands squeezing and pulling at the flesh of your stomach and hips. Optimus’ hands come to rest along the side of your face and to grab at your breasts. Lost in the moment.

All you could do was take the both of them. The feelings were doubled. Ten times more happening. You were lying if you said you weren’t in the slightest bit overwhelmed.

Your body bounced against Ratchet’s thrusts, flesh weak against his metal pelvis. His groans were quiet, but still heard even through your moans. It felt good that you were making them feel good.

Optimus grunted as your throat swallowed around his length, his thrusts erratic from the sensation. Slowly losing his composure from the welcoming wet warmth of your mouth.

You were pushed and pulled between the two of them before Ratchet pulls out, fisting his cock as he watches Optimus throat fuck you.

“Optimus, why don’t you take a turn,” Ratchet says, spike never depressurizing. “Know what it truly feels like inside a human valve.”

Optimus grunts, pulling out of you regrettably. His hand tracing down you sternum before pulling back fully. Nodding to Ratchet.

Ratchet repositioned you, your weak limbs limp in his grasp. Your upper body resting in Ratchet’s lap while the lower half lay open, awaiting for Optimus.

His wide body makes your legs widen even more, his metal front flush with yours. Spike sliding into your entrance with struggle against your clenching walls.

“So tight,” he grunts, pushing through. “And warm.”

Ratchet hums, a deep chuckle rumbling his body. It sends vibrations through your body, to which you groan in response.

Optimus holds you in place, hands firm on your hips. Soft grunts with every thrust of his spike into your heat.

Ratchet leans down, holding your chin firmly in his hand as he angles your face to press a firm kiss to your lips. Sliding his glossa through your lips to deepen it. 

You moan against his lips as Optimus thrusts deep into you. Pace quickening as you’re sure he’s nearing his own release.

He grunts deeply, reverberating through his chest as he chases his own pleasure. His usual steady and calm expression slightly contorted as he watches you and Ratchet.

You're buried to the brim as he finally spills within you, trans fluid filling you deeply as he assures you’re stuffed full. A slight stinging feeling in your core as he finally pulls out, fluids trailing down your thigh.

You part from Ratchet as you look at Optimus with heavy eyes, mind hazy as you teeter over the edge of your next orgasm but can’t quite yet reach it. Core sensitive.

A groan leaves your lips as Optimus rubs soothing circles into your hips. Eyes fluttering shut from his care for your comfort.

“You can handle a little more, can’t you?” Ratchet hums against your skin. And all you can do is say ‘yes, give me more’.

You shift in his lap, facing Ratchet as you rise up, hands finding purchase on his shoulders as you take a moment to gather your bearings. Inhaling deeply while you rest your head on Ratchet’s neck.

His hands trail up and down your back, soothing your nerves. His lips on your neck feather light.

And then you sink down. The angle you were in Ratchet knew was your favorite due to how deep he reached within. Something you learned over time after exploring each others anatomies.

He pushed and pulled you on his cock as he pleased, each time kissing your cervix with utmost precision. You cried out, head tilted back as you let all your noises out.

Ratchet gave you words of appraisal, telling you how you were taking him so well. How you behaved so good for him and Optimus. That you were his.

Ratchet’s fingers rolled pleasantly on your clit, sending you over the edge. Your knees buckled, clenching around his waist.

When you grew too weak, he took over. Manhandling you in a way that made your mind grow hazy.

He spills deep within you, filling your pussy full of his own trans fluid. Mixing with Optimus’ earlier load.

You sigh breathily, feeling Optimus come closer at your back to allow you to lay back on him as Ratchet pulls you off his spike. Wetness spilling down your thighs from the loss of being full.

They continued to dote on you for the rest of the night, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“Maybe next time you’ll listen to your high commander,” Soundwave comments, buried deep within you as you grasp for purchase against the tree you were being fucked against.

Your face plate was pushed against the bark as he pounded from behind. A punishing pace to his hips with each snap.

“Or do you just enjoy being put in your place?”

The mission started normally. Of course, you were sent out with Soundwave and your other scouting group to try and gather intel about the planet you’d landed on.

And of course, you weren’t listening.

You had a certain edge to your tone today. Your boss, Soundwave, had ordered you around harshly the past week and you were getting sick of it.

Do this. Do that.

When was he ever going to do you?

Maybe it was the pent up desire that made you say it, but a statement flew past your lips with no thought behind them. And Soundwave had a problem with that.

You couldn’t bother to remember what you said, because only a moment went by as you gravitated to the end of the group. A few paces behind before a hand came over your mouth and tugged you off to the side.

A gasp ripped from your lungs as Soundwave manhandled you through the thick shrub. Assuring no one would see the two of you as he whisks you off.

But you know the rest of the group would find you soon enough.

You’re shoved against a rough surface, your paint scratching from the harshness. A hiss leaving your lips as you gained your bearings.

“Do I need to remind you how you talk to your high command?” Soundwave asks, looming over you. “Again?”

The first time this happened, you had a stern talking to. But this time. This time felt different. A different motive. Different intention.

You don’t say anything, shaking your head only slightly.

Soundwave has a problem with this. “Don’t have anything to say now? Convenient.”

Soundwave’s hands trail down your body, making a soft whine spill from your lips involuntarily. He stares at you, a knowing look glinting in his visor.

The moment was intense, like you could cut it with a knife. Your hands shook at your sides as he continued to pin you in place, his stare piercing through you.

“I see,” he says in a low tone. 

His fingers trace over where your plating would open up to expose your valve, making your frame shiver. Your hands ghosting over his arms to still him in place.

But did you want to do that?

He could see you hesitating to stop him, so he went ahead anyway. He was your high command after all. He knew better than you did.

Your valve is wet, Soundwaves digits roughly shoving in. Your lubricant making the burn slightly less painful.

You cry out, but a hand stops you halfway. Pressed firmly to your lips as he presses your head back against the tree.

“Don’t want anyone finding us, do we?” Soundwave hums, pumping you nice and full.

“I wonder what people would think, seeing someone like you with a high commander such as myself.”

You clench at his nasty words, his deep chuckle shaking your frame as he nears closer. Cocky. He knows you liked it, and he’s taking advantage of it.

The shrub was thick, but not thick enough. Anyone would walk by and casually see the two of you getting at it.

Did that excite you?

His digits were nice, and the slight motion you could feel at your node helped you get closer to your overload. Your muffled moans the only thing you could hear in the quiet air.

But of course he wouldn’t let you overload. Not yet.

He goes at this for a bit before pulling his fingers from your valve, bringing the glistening digits up to your face.

You open your mouth, welcoming and warm as he slides his lubricated fingers in. Swirling your glossa around them, reaching every surface.

It seems like Soundwave likes this, because you can hear some of his venting fans kick on softly. You smile against his fingers, lids heavy as you stare at him.

Soundwave suddenly turns you around, pushing you against the tree as his body crowds yours. His hands tracing over every bit of plating as he hums.

And then you feel it. 

The head of his spike slides at your inner thigh plating, making you whimper.

And then you hear it.

In the distance, you can hear some of the other bots wondering where the two of you were. Possibly searching.

And you wriggle. Trying to get out of his grasp. If they found the two of you, you didn’t know what they’d do.

And then you’re full. So deliciously full. It punches the air out of you, making your helm knock against the tree as you suppress a groan.

Soundwave rumbles behind you, one hand on your hip while the other holds your shoulder down.

One of your hands grasps at the bark of the tree while the other muffles your cries as he pushes and pulls into you roughly. His spike rubbing into your walls to light that fire within.

A snap of electricity flows through you, making you moan. Your eyes squinting shut at the sensation. 

So when your high commander asked you if you just enjoyed being put in your place, you debated saying yes.

And you did.

“Yes,” you respond, feeding into that desire. That heady feeling that was charging.

Soundwave grunts as his pace turns punishing, chasing that own high of his.

“Commander?” you hear in the distance, which makes your breathing erratic. Slightly scared someone would see, slightly aroused someone could see.

Soundwave chuckles as his helm is tilted next to yours. “I can feel your excitement. It’s almost like you want to be caught.”

You cry against your hand, losing that purchase against the tree as mind numbing pleasure courses through you sharply. Your legs shaking as Soundwave fucks you through your overload.

Soundwave's body pins you against the tree as he continues his pace, not long after until he also overloads. Stuffing you full of his trans fluid.

When he finally pulls out, you can feel the trickle of his fluids trailing down your thigh. He even goes the extra mile to make sure you’re stuffed full, his fingers pushing back in the fluids before he shuts your plating. Valve no longer exposed.

You whimper against the tree as he helps you gain your footing again before pulling away. Already looking prim and perfect as he steps to the side.

“Don’t keep your team waiting.”

And then he’s gone. You can hear him commanding some of the other bots to continue their journey, the voices fading in the distance.

And a deep relieving sigh leaves your chest. 

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His roughness coupled with his torture method of giving you orgasm after orgasm even against your sensitivity sent your mind reeling. His sharp fingers teasing, making your breath hitch even from the slightest bit of sensation.

“I thought you said you can handle anything, fleshie,” Megatron cooes. His tone demeaning.

Megatron kept you around just because. Even against others saying it wasn’t a good idea. That you wouldn’t bring any worth.

But you did. You were oh so soft and oh so warm.

When his digits begin to coax your clit again, your eyes immediately wet. Your jaw agape as the pain mixes with the pleasure.

Megatron stoops low, angling his helm to breathe down your neck. His body crowding yours in a way that made your breathing quicken.

Your sniffles fill his audials, lips bubbling up some sort of statement that didn’t make too much sense since you were practically in the clouds.

Did you mind that he practically took advantage of you? No. Was that okay in the slightest? Probably not.

But he made you feel so good.

He chuckles against your skin, the hot air flowing between the two of you. It tickled, making you hum in between harsh breaths.

You cry out as he nibbles down your neck, his sharp teeth always nicking you every now and then. Tears spilling down your cheeks from the mix of sensations.

When he pulls back, all he can do is stare. His red eyes latching onto the tears rolling down your face.

You weren’t going to lie, you would do anything to see that look on Megatrons face at any point in time. Like he’s fighting away his building arousal. Not knowing what to think. Just dead straight stare.

Parting his mouth, his glossa rolls out wetly. Licking up your overstimulation. A deep rumble in his chest from the taste.

A sigh of satisfaction leaves him, ghosting along your cheeks. Your eyes are bleary, staring up at him the best you could even with the pleasure blooming in your belly.

Maybe he didn’t like your crying. Maybe he thought it was weak.

“Don’t stop on my part,” he notices you blinking back the pain in your eyes. “Keep going.”

The wetness that accumulated both in your eyes and your pussy had you going crazy. His words sending you over the edge for the millionth time that night as his fingertips began to vibrate.  Megatron knowing damn well how to work you like a play thing.

He licked up your tears with satisfaction, a familiar sound of a vent kicking on in his system. Knowing he was getting turned on by you being reduced to tears by only his fingers.

“I think you’ll make a fine addition to my collection.”

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You both zoomed through the desert. Racing like your lives depended on it.

Jasper wasn’t entirely boring. It was home. For now. 

So that excuses the two of you knowing exactly where the earth’s law enforcement camp out. Just to avoid getting into any unnecessary trouble.

What was different about tonight was that both you and Bee had gotten Jack from a party the day before. And mind you—he was intoxicated to shit. Normal teenager partying in some random field type memory.

So, it had inspired both you and Bee to indulge. Never having any downtime anymore due to the war. Sure, there were nights where you had drank some high grade. But it had been years. Merely weeks compared to your lifetime. 

And Bee had been the same.

So, you both got your hands on some high grade and went to town. 

Just on the outskirts, just before sunset, you both drank some. And by some, you meant a lot. 

And Bee had the great idea to race. To which you said—frag yeah.

The wind whipped around your frame as you sped, doing top speeds like no other. Your gears shifting loudly.

You and Bee drunkenly laughed as you spin through the streets, his warbles echoing through the night. Each swapping spots who was in the lead a couple times before finally reaching a safer area near base.

Bee beats you. “I win.”

You laugh, skidding to a stop. Your frame shifts as you transform back into your normal mode, stumbling in the dirt as you gain your bearings.

Bee also shifts, laughing as he watches you venture closer to his frame. His beeps fill your ears, making you smile hard. Eyes woozy as your mind catches up.

“You’re too fragging fast,” you giggle, pointing an accusing finger his way.

He grabs your wrist, tugging you. “Maybe just get faster.”

You didn’t realize from the close proximity, but you were almost chest to chest with the yellow bot before you. 

His breathing slowed as he stared down at you, also realizing what was going on.

And then his lips crashed against yours. It was sloppy, but guided with a firm hand as he holds you close. You squeak in surprise, hands gripping onto his shoulders as his balance wobbles with yours.

You pull back, looking between his deep blue eyes and his lips. Slightly shocked with what was happening. But deep down, you wanted it to. Because in the war, there was no time to relax like this. With a special person.

And then you moved forward again. Humming against his lips as you both giggle at the situation. His feet shifting from underneath him as he maneuvers the two of you lower. Unable to keep up straight. 

You climbed on top as you continued kissing him. His metal lips soft against yours.

Bee’s hands sat on your hips as you made your place on his lap. Your frame grinding against his as he encourages your growing arousal.

“Frag, bee,” you groan softly as you part from him. Feeling his lips trailing down your jaw to your neck cabling.

You take one of your hands on top of his and guides it up the valleys of your plating. Up to where your chest was. Showing him a zone where he could tease the seams and send your mind spiraling.

Your spark thumped as he nips your neck cabling softly, body jolting against his as you continued to grind down onto him.

“You’re beautiful,” he hums as he looks up at you. Your gazes meeting, the drunken haze thrown to the side. A lazy smile spreading onto the two of you’s lips.

Your hands smooth across his chest plating, a choked sob crackling in your throat as he grinds you particularly hard against him that made you see stars.

“Bee,” you moan, trying to reel in that rational part of you. “Are you sure?—“

He looks at you with the most serious look you’ve seen in a while. “I am one hundred percent certain.”

And with that, you’re pulled down by him once again. Lips meeting in a heated kiss, that same sloppiness returning.

You feel his hand clumsily feeling around your pelvic plating for that familiar slot to open you up. And of course, even in your drunkiness, you helped him find it.

You're exposed, valve wet as he prods at your entrance with eager fingers. A grunt leaving you once he pushes one in.

You let out a breathy moan against his lips as he pushed past your restraining walls. Adding another digit soon after.

Your intoxication mixed with the sudden feelings coursing within you made the sensations heighten even more. Pleasure wracking through your body as he applies pressure to your node.

Hips grinding, you chase that high as he gives you all he got. But you had an even better idea.

“I want to overload on your spike,” you say, slowing your pace. His grip tightens on your hips in response, fans kicking on.

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

He brings you back down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips before opening up his paneling. His spike pressured and ready.

Leaning back, you angle your hips, feeling the way his drunken hands attempt to stabilize your shaking body. Slowly coming down on his spike.

Both you and Bee groan in unison as he’s fully buried to the hilt.

And then you shift. Your hazy brain crying out from the stimulation as he drags against your inner walls.

You bounce against him for a few minutes, gaining a decent enough pace before your already weakened legs give out.

You lean forward, Bee’s hands firm on your hips as he pushes and pulls you on his cock. Hitting that one spot within you that made you crying out for primus.

But there was no primus here. Only you and Bee.

He shifts and begins to rut up into you, hips snapping as he slams his spike into you over and over. You hold on, moaning breathily.

You finally hit that wall of pleasure, your overload wracking through your body. Limbs going limp as he continues to frag you through your release.

Bee grunts into your ear, praising you with a slurry voice before finally overloading himself. Stuffing you pleasantly full. 

The two of you sit there in a drunken mess, cooling fans kicked high as you finally come down from your highs. Both relaxed and ready to let the rest of the night take over.

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You groan as he pushes you to your limits, his sharp claws digging down your body. His other hand used for specific tools he might’ve needed.

When you had lashed out, he grew agitated. An emotion he hadn’t felt in forever. He couldn’t. Shouldn’t.

You had nicked his arm, energon flowing freely down his limb. It was only fair he’d done it back to you.

A whimper falls from your lips as he drags the tip of his sharp finger down your cheek, cutting open the flesh as he goes. Blood dripping down freely.

“It is illogical that you attempt to fight me in these experiments,” he mentions in a neutral voice.

“You have no freedom.”

His monotone voice sends a shiver down your spine, partially from the pain but partially from the excitement.

You dart a tongue out to lick the very end of his finger, tasting your tangy copper blood on his digit. A warm sigh leaving your chest.

Shockwave stares at you. His big red eye beaming down. 

Unknowing of what to do with you.

His hand pushes on and collects more of the blood on your face, smearing it towards your lips.

“Can humans consume their own life source?” he asks curiously.

You hum as you let him smear the blood across your lips. Gone is your fight. Welcoming your newfound arousal.

“No,” you answer lightly.

Shockwave hums. “So, tell me, human, why you are consuming it.”

It doesn’t take you even a millisecond to answer.

“Because it’s hot.”

You hear fans kick on, staring up at him with lidded eyes as he reaches for something in the distance.

“That is illogical.”

You press a wet kiss to the top of his finger, an easy smile spreading across your face. Wincing from the sting at your cheek.

“Isn’t everything illogical? It just matters how you view it,” you argue, to which Shockwave sticks his fingers in your mouth. Not letting you combat him on it.

You watch as he watches you swirl your tongue around the digits, blood flooding into your mouth. Staining your tongue and teeth.

His movements slow, main focus being right on your lips. How his large digits fit in so easily. How the blood dripped down your cheek.

You moan breathily as they push even farther, groaning as your throat contracts. Trying to restrict his attempts.

Your hands reach for him, searching for something to grab onto.

Even when he gets smaller to assure you aren’t squished by his tools, Shockwave is still too big. And especially when he suddenly pulls his spike out, you were sure it wouldn’t fit.

But in his words, it was logical to see how far humans could be pushed. How much they could handle.

And you were eager to help him in his experiments.

So even through the blood, sliding his cock along your face to collect the blood. As a sort of lubricant, you didn’t know. He pushed past your bruised lips and copper tainted tongue as he thrusted in.

And you let him, anyway. A hazed look in your eye as he pinched at your cut cheek, watching your blood flow freely.

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When he woke you up prior, you pretty much knew what he wanted. Even through the haze, and his hands molding you into how he wanted you, you knew.

Earlier in the day, you had said that because he was so stressed, he could always have you as his outlet. No matter what it was.

The way he had looked at you said everything you needed to know.

Ratchet had been stressed as of recent with figuring out some code they had received from the decepticons. How vital it was to crack it before they could.

It was important. But he also needed some relief.

Not even an hour or two after your offer, some of the bots left to go pick up the kids, and he whisked you off into some supply closet to stuff you full of his spike over and over.

“Such a good human,” Ratchet utters lowly next to your ear as he pounds you from behind. “Always having my best interest in mind.”

You moaned as he rocked you against the shelving, hands grasping for purchase as he thrusts into you. All Ratchet had to do was give you a look and throw you into a spare room and you were his. Using you however he wanted.

Your lips parted as he hit that one particular angle that had you screaming, his pace punishing as he chases that high. Cooling fans kicking on.

“Careful. Prime might hear you,” he teases. You wonder if Optimus had already known of your relationship from the start.

It still send your mind spiraling. Ratchet chuckling, asking if the idea of being caught excited you.

It did.

And then he stuffed you full of his trans fluid and went right back to work.

So here you were, being maneuvered in your sleep. His metal hands encasing your legs entirely as he lays right behind you, keeping you on your side so your ass could be flush with his front.

Ratchet lifts your leg, another hand roving over your breasts as he watches his spike bury into you for what seemed like the fifth time that day. He watched as your pussy sucked him in, and never let him go.

You hummed against your pillow, still trying to wake up your mind but you had no desire to. All you could feel was being filled to the brim, and that kept your nerves alive.

He was slow at first, pumping into you with exhausted need, his desire moving his motions. 

But once he heard your whimper of possibly waking up, he quickened. All you could do was gasp and airily moan as he fucked you.

“So good,” he grunts, breaths ghosting along your skin.

You sit there and take it. Obviously due to oversensitivity, you automatically teetered over that edge of another orgasm again. It was constant with Ratchet, pleasing you to the ends of the earth.

But this time, it was about him. But that never stopped him from giving something to you in return.

He shoves your head into the pillow as he fucks you from behind, maneuvering your body again to lay on your stomach, waist pulled back as he grinds into you.

You knew he liked this spot from behind sometimes. Shoving you into the earth. Appraising you. Using your body how he pleased. But you knew he also liked seeing your face, whether riding or under him.

Your eyes fully open at this point, breathing choppy as your neck is pressed down. Drool pooling at your lips as he hits that same spot within over and over.

You come, hard, your sleepy eyes heavily lidded. Feeling him push through your high and continue on his own.

And then he overloads. His trans fluid sticky as it rolls down your thighs.

You hum, feeling sleep tug at your body. Limbs heavy. Ratchet pulling out his spike with a sigh.

And then not even a moment later, he’s penetrating you again. A hand bracing itself on your back as he buries you full, trans fluid spilling out the sides.

“Oh, sweetspark,” he hums, causing you to choke a breath into your pillow. “You can handle a little more, can’t you?”

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When you told Soundwave in a vulnerable moment you were both intrigued and terrified by the cabling that emerged from his frame, you didn’t expect him to use them like this.

But were you complaining? No.

Soundwave kept you, a sweet little human, around just because. 

He’d exposed his voice to you, even though it was just an automated voice from whatever he had typed on his faceplates screen. Mostly in jumbles, but you understood.

So when he visited you again, it surprised you how demanding he was. How dominant. Usually, he’d ease into things.

You were in bed before he tapped at your window. A common occurrence. But instead of whisking you off to watch something on your TV in the living room, he’d crawled into bed with you.

“Soundwave,” you hum, feeling his hands rove around your curves. It seemed he was wanting a little more today.

He doesn’t say anything. You don’t expect him to. But you can however feel his fingers tracing lower and lower, teasing your already wet entrance.

He knew you never wore undergarments, opting for large t-shirts to cover just in case. But you always had an inkling feeling if Soundwave was going to show up though. So you made it special just for him.

You moan as he pushes a digit in, pressing his faceplate against your chest. The fabric of your shirt catching on his plating.

It’s a while before you hear his venting kick on, only softly as he listens to you moan while he pumps you full of his fingers.

And then you feel it.

A cool, semi thick cabling, drags under the hem of your shirt up your body. Nudging at your breasts.

Your eyes catch sight of only two emerging from him, but you knew there could be more.

Should be more.

It wraps around your breast and squeezes, your head tipping back into the pillows as he pleasures you. It seems like he liked watching you get off, because all he ever did was stare.

He liked watching. You knew this. Just in general, he was an informational maniac. Knew everything. Sees everything.

Soundwave withdraws his fingers from you, tracing along your outer lips to tease. You arch your back from the feeling, the cabling tracing up your shirt suddenly lifting.

It tears your shirt open, the fabric falling as your breasts are now fully exposed to the air.

Soundwave looms over you, his vents ghosting along your exposed skin. A sigh leaving your lips as he traces his fingers along your skin.

“Soundwave will buy you another,” it says on his screen in purple text. A small heart underneath.

Something prods at your entrance. And you knew it wasn’t Soundwave’s spike, because it was bigger and you could practically feel it stretching you to the brim.

But this was smaller. It pushes past your first wave of restraint and worms its way in. The cabling fucking you.

You watch as the tentacle-like cabling pumped into you, making you groan. The other one continued to caress your tits, pinching your nipples in the process.

Feeling Soundwave’s digits ghost along your clit sent you spiraling. A long moan falling from your lips, overwhelmed by all the sensations.

It didn’t take long for the cabling to reach that spot within and continue to brush over it, knowing that was what you needed to get over the edge. An orgasm ripping through you.

It pulls out, wetly popping as it waves its lubricated coating teasingly. You watch as Soundwave looks at it before you knew what was to come.

His spike prods at your entrance, tears welling in your eyes from the burn as he slowly sinks in. The cabling no longer hovering over your entrance, instead opting to nudge at your clit periodically.

The other cabling rubbed against your skin softly, which made you sigh. An almost reassuring feeling.

And then he’s stuffed to the brim. To which you cry out, whimpering as all he could do was twitch as he watches you.

And then he moves. And it sends sparks into your nerves as he sets a slow but firm pace.

Soundwave sets the pace. Decides what happens.

Soundwave was superior.

All you could do was just take it.

The cabling that caressed your skin snakes up your body and traces along your neck. A teasing little flick against your pulse making you hum.

Your nails dig into the sheets below as he hits that one spot within, your jaw agape as pleasure wracks through you.

And then it goes in.

The cabling made its way up to your lips and waited for the right moment to attack. Working its way on your tongue as it pumps into your mouth.

You hum around the length of it, brows knitting at the taste. Just straight metal, but there was a give to it that didn’t feel like it belonged to a robot.

When you grunted in pain as Soundwave’s cock hit your cervix, you could hear his fans kicking on fully now. The cabling in your mouth shoving you even more full.

Another feeling ghosted around your stomach. Spotting another one emerging to dance along your skin. Playing with your breasts.

The other cabling that had fucked you prior, you couldn’t see. Out of your line of sight.

Which was probably why you felt another thing prodding at your entrance.

No. It was too big.

But whatever Soundwave wants. Soundwave gets.

His pace never slows, angling his hips as the cabling worms its way along with his spike into your welcoming pussy. It thrusted into you, and all you could think about was how he was splitting you in half.

You cry against the length shoved into your mouth, head grinding back against the pillows as the sensations overwhelm you. Thighs spread wide open to accommodate for Soundwave’s size.

You can feel the fluids leaking down your thighs. The tears streaming down your face. The way Soundwave rocked into you with no sign of stopping.

The other cabling within you wormed with Soundwave’s spike. Having a mind of its own as it brushes against those sensitive spots, reaching even farther within with ease as it just kept going. Touching your cervix.

Another intense orgasm rips through you, to which Soundwave’s speed picks up.

The cabling in your mouth shoves its way into your throat, making you gag. Hot tears flowing as you choked.

And then he overloads. A liquid spilling down your throat, the cabling at your tits squeezing your flesh tightly as it releases its contents onto your face, Soundwave’s spike bursting at the seams inside of you.

Your eyes are shut at the sensations. The cabling in your mouth retracting fully to let you breathe in some air. The one at your chest pulling back to retreat back into his body. Soundwave’s spike slowly pulling out of you.

You gulped in air like a fish out of water, body finally getting a chance to catch up. 

Soundwave’s fingers come to wipe at the fluid that was splattered on your face, wiping it with ease. And then he stuffs those same fingers into your mouth, prompting you to get a taste.

You hum around his digits, feeling the way your pussy clenched around nothing from the loss of his size.

He notices this. Because he notices everything.

When he pulls his digits back, he presses a firm you-don’t-know-what to your forehead. His faceplate cool against your skin.

It made sure you knew he was there. Almost comforting.

And then you feel it again. Snaking its way around your entrance as the head prods at your leaking pussy. Pushing in with ease, a low groan leaving your chest in response.

His name is whispered on your lips, but you don’t think there’s an inkling of him even stopping in sight. 

Not with the way he was looking at you.

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“Filthy autobot scum,” he calls down the hall. “I will find you eventually.”

Your footsteps thump loudly against the metal flooring of the ship, trying to create as much distance as you could. Fearing for your safety.

You had been on the ship before, and had a way to get teleported out, but not this time. This time, you had to navigate it all on your own. 

And not knowing the layout of it was going to kick you in your ass.

You eventually end up in a large room, large boxes here and there as well as pillars. The ceiling high up, one wall just being straight glass. This must have been at the side of the ship where airplane model miners could deploy out of.

Hearing his heavy footsteps down the hall, you scurry off to the side. Deciding to hide instead of running.

You press your frame against a tall pillar of stacked boxes, trying to not attract any attention to yourself. You didn’t know what Megatron would do if he got his hands on you.

And you weren’t wanting to find out.

Your spark beats harshly, trying to quiet your breaths as you hear him venture into the room. His footsteps coming to a slow stop.

“I know you’re here,” he says in a cocky tone. “It’s only a matter of time before—“

A blaster goes off and down goes a stack of boxes, crumbling down into a smoking mess. Scattered across the floor along with his pride. Unable to catch you quickly, he resorts to the easy way out.

Gunning you out. Using your fear against you.

Still, you remain pressed. The coolness of the box soothing your nerves.

He shoots down another stack of boxes, much closer to you this time around. You cover your mouth, stifling your heavy breathing.

And then silence blooms. Your spark stutters only slightly, trying to calm yourself down. 

You can’t hear him for a while, so you take the chance and turn around the stacked boxes. Trying to get a gauge and see where Megatron was.

And he was already looking your way.

Spinning back around to the boxes, you hear his booming steps get closer. Taking the chance to duck out of the way as you hear him send another blast.

The boxes you were previously behind are blown to bits, scurrying out from behind them to get to the control station. The desk possibly having a way out since it looked like the shipments came through the windows, most likely being able to be lowered.

Megatron gains on you quickly, forgetting about the buttons before you and instead opting to fight. Never fleeing from a battle. Not when you couldn’t outrun it.

You punch his frame, his shoulder only being decked back a few inches before he grabs you. Your arm is wrenched back, the one with the blaster still connected.

You struggle, a grunt spilling from your lips as your denta grit tightly. Megatron chuckling at your weakness against him. You kick his pedes, knocking your blaster closer to him and finally shooting your shot.

And the blast barely misses.

He pushes you into the console, his grip on you tight.

“You poor little autobot,” he coles evilly. “No one can save you now.”

You curse as he digs your back into the desk below, pinning you harshly into the metal of it. Your hands scratching at his chest plating.

Your legs are spread to accommodate the largeness of the leader before you, his hips arching into your core painfully harsh. An airy breath leaves you in response, a choking sound coming from your throat.

One of his hands holds your blaster down while the other snaked up to your throat, pinning you down to the desk. You can feel your airways closing up, clawing at the hand choking you out pathetically.

“Weak,” he comments in a pitiful voice. “I assumed the autobots were stronger than this.”

You want to spit at him for his snarky comment, but can’t. All you can do is try to scramble away from him.

And then all of a sudden, you feel a hand leave your blaster and instead trace down your frame to your front. Core plating on fire from your fight.

Was it a crime to admit you got a little fired up when fighting?

No.

Megatron finds your slot and exposes you to the cool air, a crackled whine leaving you. Sight going bleary from the intense choking you were receiving.

And then he shoves you full.

“My, my, you are very lubricated for someone who just tried to kill me moments ago,” Megatron says smoothly, sticking two digits forcefully into your valve. Embarrassingly wet.

He pushes into you, his claws making you cry. His bright red eyes reading you like a book as he leans forward, his sharp teeth teasing the cabling of your neck.

Megatron trails his wet glossa up your neck and to your faceplating. Nipping the corner of your lips with his razor sharp teeth. The only thing being heard was his evil laughter at your pitiful submission.

But you still had some fight in you.

Your hips squirm, but either by stimulation or denial, you didn’t know.

He rolls your node punishingly harsh, your back digging into the metal below. And when he finally gives up holding your neck down, he instead opts to hold your hips.

You take the chance.

Aiming your blaster, you try to shoot but fail. Megatron already knowing what you were planning on doing. So he pulls his fingers from you and wrenches your blaster away, turning your body to the side.

You try to kick at him, but he wrestles with your thrashing limbs and eventually pushes you to be on your stomach. Holding your arms behind your back as he looms above you. His breath ghosting across your back plating.

And then you feel his hips flush directly behind yours.

“Don’t you know what I do to those that disobey me?” he asks incredulously. Like it was common sense.

And you did.

His pedes keep your legs wide open, upper body wriggling until he pushes you even deeper into the console by pressing his body against yours firmly. Crying out from the crimping pain at your arms wrenched behind you.

Then you feel him. His spike throbbing between your legs.

It seemed wrong. Felt wrong. You pleaded for him to do you don’t know what. Stop? Keep going?

Megatron shoves in, his spike burying into you to the hilt painfully full. All you could do was cry out, feeling his teeth grazing your shoulder as his frame rumbles in pleasure.

With each rock of his hips against yours, you’re grounded even more into the desk below. Air being punched from your chest.

Megatrons claws scratch your frame, pain blooming in your pain receptors. Your denta grit harshly.

He lets go of your hands to instead hold your hip with one hand while the other pushes your shoulder down. Keeping you close and pinned under him.

Megatrons grunts fill your audials, paired with your choked moans. And all you could do was take it.

“Who do you belong to, little autobot?” he asks in a low voice. His frame creaking with each thrust.

You can’t let him have the satisfaction of breaking you. Making you claim him as your owner. 

You’re shoved even harder into the desk which makes you whine, chest heaving.

“Hm?” he hums in an antagonizing tone. Knowing just where you’d crack.

“You,” you cry out, the energon in your veins pumping loudly in your audials. His spike rubbing along your sensitive valve walls.

“What’s my name?”

Your eyes squint shut. “Megatron—“

He cuts you off with another shove at your shoulder, your faceplate smothered into the console. Obviously the wrong answer.

“Lord Megatron,” you call out in a pathetic voice.

He cackles, his laugh booming as he continues his pace. A satisfied rumble in his chest.

“Yes, good,” he says in a low grunt, thrusts becoming erratic.

You couldn’t help the overload that took over your limbs, clenching down harshly onto his spike in response. Hands gripping onto the desk for dear life as he frags you through your sensitivity. 

He punishes you for a few more moments before stuffing you full of his own overload, a long whine pulled from your chest from the sensations.

When Megatron pulls from you, his trans fluid leaks from your valve. Sending a shiver up your struts.

The area is cold, your frame cooling down after Megatron took you. 

And then you feel his warm breaths ghost along your neck cabling. A soft kiss pressed to the side.

You moan, feeling his hands smooth up your frame. Leaning into his touch.

“My sweetspark,” he hums, holding you close.

You turn, a small smile on your lips as you let him caress you. Hold you. Your beloved decepticon leader.

“Sorry for almost blasting your head off,” you chuckle, feeling his frame wrack when he laughs with you. It was sweet.

He chides you. “It’s not like you could, anyway.”

You mockingly gasp, Megatron laughing at your expression. Whisking you away from the console to dote on you.