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My alt account is @morgue-friends I’ll start uploading any drabbles and fics for transformers for that account on ao3 but the tumblr will stay horror and paranormal oriented.
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TFP! Starscream x (Human Female!) Reader 18+ “An Opportunity”
Nobody asked for this but here’s some valve eating with starscream. This is a short one, I just needed it out of my system badly. All nsfw under the cut.
Warnings and tags: Toxic relationship, might be a little dub-con, starscream is his own warning, reader has wet cat energy to him, master pet, no fluff, vaginal sex, rough sex, valve eating, no orgasm for the reader. Word count: 855
Heyy I had a request. What if Optimus Prime is cuddling with a human woman, and he notices that she's ovulating and gets aroused by it? And he kind of inspects her body
Optimus Prime cuddling is not something I knew I would ever need this much, also this is a long one. 5,404 words
Bayverse! Optimus Prime x (Human Female) Reader | 18+ “Something More”
“You’re so tense…” The warmth of his neck cabling felt so alive under the pads of your finger tips. Beneath the soft mesh of the cabling was a rigid mass. Surely this was akin to something like a cramp to humans. As you pressed harder the mech winced beneath you.
You hadn’t meant to make his pain worse at all, prompting a wave of guilt washed over you. You straddled him while sitting, his chassis hot against your bottom. His backstrut tensed against the soft coverings you spread across the floor for him. The feeling of them was unnatural, but they helped ease the strain of his many cycles without a well adjusted recharge.
You turned your attention to the other side of his neck cabling and his optics followed your movements. “Are you still with me, Optimus?” He nodded his helm tiredly in response. The metallic lenses of his optics fluttered and you couldn’t help but be encapsulated by his mannerisms. He was so different, yet so similar. His expressions, gestures and tone all registered to you as if he were human too. You mentally disciplined yourself to focus on helping rather than staring.
Rlly need some aggressive breeding from Bumblebee esp a breeding kink
How about some aggressive breeding on camera??? NSFW mass displaced mech content under cut.
Bayverse! Bumblebee X (Human Female) Reader 18+ | ‘Let’s film a movie.’
The moment he accidentally cut the flash on, you winced, the bright light beaming in your eyes caused you to shut them quickly and stop what you were doing.
I know he's not a Decepticon but, if you're still taking requests, anything involving Fort Max? :)
tyvm!
If not him, then Crankcase is equally welcome. Or both!
MTME! Fortress Maximus X (Human Female) Reader 18+
‘Is this really what Rung suggested?’ Oh how naive you were. You just wanted to help, the mech was just so tortured on the inside. Behind his red optics was turmoil so heavy you couldn’t help him lift it no matter how hard you tried.
So were you tricked into this? Definitely. To say you weren’t enjoying it would be a lie. Sweat beaded upon your forehead and strands of hair laid messily strewn about across your face. You just didn’t know what to do with your hands in a moment like this, you were far too fidgety to leave them in one spot for too long.
Hello there! Could u do some NSFW HC with MTMTE Drift and/or Rodimus x Fem Reader ?🥺👉🏻👈🏻
So you didn’t specify human or cybertronian reader so let’s go with human female on the lost light! This is a 3 year old request and I’ve been meaning to get to them. I took quite a long writing break from this fandom but I’m back and I’m also still accepting new requests. Sfw first and then Nsfw will be at the end.
MTMTE Drift X (Human Female) Reader X Rodimus HCs 18+
Consider Rodimus to be the more playful of the two mechs. As a red pede hovered mere inches over your head; you yelped, cursed, insulted, and shouted just about every unpleasant thing you could think of off the top of your head. The bemused mech retreated a few steps back to get a look at your expression.
“Liaison.” He addressed you. Just a hint of a flirt in his tone. His usual gentle smirk branding his faceplate while you seethed with anger. “You know I’m just kidding.” A hearty chuckle left Rodimus’ intake as he dropped a servo to you and allowed you to hop on.
The mech can’t go a minute without toying with others. It’s all in good humor thankfully, his antics aren’t ever mean spirited and you usually end up laughing along with him afterwards.
Does anyone still read these? Should I start writing again and rewrite the old ones 🤨?
TFP Knockout X Breakdown “Tell me you need me.”
This is a secret santa gift for a discord server I am in, dedicated directly to @neonhoneycomb ! Merry Christmas 🎄 I enjoyed writing this!
Warnings: NSFW, size kink, medical gore, angst, spike comparison, squirting.
The hologram target fizzled out of a view, which caused the ex-wrecker to growl in frustration. His rapid vents exhausted one after another as he retracted his blaster in defeat. He'd been in the training room for almost the whole cycle to work on his shooting aim now that he was… impaired. His non functional optic made all forms of combat almost impossible. He couldn't make a clear shot to save his own aft, let alone his partner's.
Before Breakdown could exit the armoy room, his comm system loudly pinged. A slew of cybertronian curses fell past his dermas when he saw the comm was from Knockout. That indicated to him that he had been absent from the med-bay for far too long.
“Need something?” With a nonchalant tone in his voice, the navy blue deception tried to play off the situation. It wouldn't work, but there was a 99% chance that if he didn't sound like he was doing anything wrong, then maybe he wasn't.
“Do I need something?! Great question because what I need is some assistance in the med-bay.” Even without seeing Knockout's face plate, it was obvious the mech was highly irritated.
“Got it. I'll be there in a-” The comm ended abruptly, and Breakdown's singular beaming yellow optic rolled in its socket. Over the comm Knockout had sounded like he'd blown a few and a half gaskets since he'd been gone, and that made him much more resilient to take any longer to return.
Upon heading towards the med-bay, the mech passed by two badly cauterized vehicon drones, one of them still leaking energon onto the deck plates of the ship. Knockout must have been too busy to repair him correctly, but it didn't look severe, so the vehicon could walk it off… eventually.
Two red glaring optics followed the ex-wrecker's movements as he entered the med-bay. If looks could kill, Knockout would surely be vaporizing him with just his vision right about now. The red medic didn't offer a greeting nor a chastising remark as his silence was more than enough to do the trick.
“Sorry, got carried away in the armory.”
Knockout still said nothing while he cauterized a gaping wound in the shoulder-plate of another vehicon. He took his time with this one as the injury was fairly deep into the cybernetic metal. Knockout gestured to the data pad on the medical berth, without saying a word Breakdown knew he wanted him to start logging in the Vehicon’s credentials for an injury report. On his way to the opposite medical berth, the ex-wrecker let a servo graze against his partner's hip strut.
“Don't you dare start.”, a deep chuckle rumbled within Breakdown’s chassis as he tried to calm his highly displeased lover. The reaction Knockout gave him didn't make him feel any less determined with his goal.
“I need a set of sharp pliers. There's a bullet fragment still in here.” Knockout's digit inched into the deep cavern of wound the vehicon drone shuddered with pain. The sensitive protoform within his shoulder-plate was exposed, and leaving the fragment in there would never let the gouge heal properly.
“You know I'll give you whatever you need.”
“How about you drop it?”
"How about you hold it."
Knockout's red optics widened, and he debated on whether or not he should hurl the cauterizing scalpel at the larger mech. “Enough!” The red medic said with a hiss before snatching the pliers out of his partner's servos.
After removing the plasma bullet fragment and completing the cauterization of the wound, the Vehicon designated as ST3V3 was evicted from the med-bay. Knockout shut the sliding doors and began logging all the services perfomed for that cycle within a data report for future reference. He had never seen so many patients at once, especially not when there weren't any instances of Autobot retaliation.
“This cycle has been one of the worst in awhile -” Knockout's digit tapped rapidly against the datapad screen, furiously filing his own report. He knew his paint job looked like a wreck and that he would need a good polish and wax after a cleansing station visit.
“- You weren't here helping because you decided to go frag off to the armory room.” It wasn't often Knockout needed to scold the other mech. He was usually resourceful and there when he needed him, lately Breakdown’s been consistently absent from his duties and refusing to pick up extra shifts with him. The mech declined going out on a patrol of a newfound energonmine, which Knockout deemed to be completed out of character for him.
“I'm still missing almost every shot, I can see but at the same time I can't see slag! Everything just looks off, I've never felt so useless.” Both of the ex-wreckers servo’s slammed down on the medical berth in front of him out of frustration.
Knockout's posture softened, and his optic ridges slightly raised. Breakdown was being… vulnerable around him, this was rare. He knew the mech had been having some difficulties accustoming to his sight with the subtraction of an optic, but he wasn't aware of how critical the situation was. If anything he thought the mech was toughing it out like he did with everything else.
“Your vision, it'll take some time to restabilize. The lack of an optic is going to make things hard for you, but it won't be impossible.” The medic approached his partner and let his servo grasp the side of his faceplate. He'd never seen such defeat on the decepticon ex-wrecker before.
“And you're not useless. I wouldn't be able to do this without you, and you know that BD.” The dermas of the two mechs came into contact with one another and that gave Breakdown all the permission he needed to pick up the smaller mech and pin him down on the medical berth.
The size difference between the two of them wasn't as severe as it may have been amongst other cybertronian relationships but it definitely gave Breakdown the upper hand at being able to maneuver Knockout how he wanted. The connection of oral receptors continued as Knockout slipped his glossa in and danced it along Breakdown’s, enticing him of what was further to come.
The ex-wrecker's thick digits circled around Knockout's interface panel before the plating willingly slid down with a hiss. The aroma of the red mech's dripping valve filled the med-bay, and Breakdown broke the kiss.
“You're already ready for me?”
“You think I didn't enjoy your antics earlier?” Knockout vented deeply as Breakdown pressed a digit at his entrance before slowly sliding it in.
His lubricating slick coated the intruding digit, and the quick clenches of his valve walls urged it to start pumping. A growl left Knockout's vocal capacitor when a second digit joined refuge within his valve. Breakdown knew exactly how to angle his digits to make the medic's frame twitch and heave. A loud moan erupted from Knockout when one of Breakdown's digits began rubbing circles around his outer-node.
“Tell me you need me.”
“Frag- I do!”
“Then say it.” Breakdown quickened the pace of his digits, and the lewd slick noises only became audibly louder with the furthering of Knockout's pleasure and excitement.
“I need you!” The medic's sharp digits dragged along the underneath of the medical berth leaving gashes across the underside. Breakdown's servo was showing his valve no mercy as it shamelessly guided him to a long and drawn out overload. It didn't take long for Knockout's walls to start to spasm and small spurts of lubrication to erupt from his valve. He rode out his climax with a guttural groan and a very brief rev of his engine.
Even the interface panel housing his errect spike slid off to allow him to leak thick beads of blue transfluid from his tip. Only when the medic was coming from his high did he pay attention to his partner's thick spike leaning up against his own. Their size difference wasn't just on the outside, as Breakdown was a good size and a half larger than Knockout in the spike department.
Knockout could swear to primus they were made for each other with how well he'd fill his valve when they interfaced. Breakdown lined up the tip of his spike against the soft mesh valve folds in front of him before pushing forward to enter. The entry was quick and painless as Knockout's frame knew this game the two of them would play all too well.
A beep went off on the docked datapad stationed at Knockout's desk, which indicated that there were new inbound patients to the med-bay. Knockout looked back over at the mech, who was currently still inside him, who bared the expression of a sad cyberfox pup who'd just been told to stop.
“We're finishing this. They can wait... Besides, I still need you.” A smirk appeared on his faceplate, telling his partner that the two would have a much longer cycle ahead of them...
YOU HAVE FED ME ON THIS DAY THIS IS SO GOOD AAAAA I love love love Breakdown struggling to adjust to the lost optic and the way Knockout's demeanor just instantly shifts when he recognizes that's what's wrong, and then you can just feel the comfort they take in each other and the natural progression from the setup and AAAGHGHFGFGGGG THEM. I LOVE. YOUR WRITING STYLE IS SO GOODDDDDD
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TFP Knockout X Breakdown “Tell me you need me.”
This is a secret santa gift for a discord server I am in, dedicated directly to @neonhoneycomb ! Merry Christmas 🎄 I enjoyed writing this!
Warnings: NSFW, size kink, medical gore, angst, spike comparison, squirting.
The hologram target fizzled out of a view, which caused the ex-wrecker to growl in frustration. His rapid vents exhausted one after another as he retracted his blaster in defeat. He'd been in the training room for almost the whole cycle to work on his shooting aim now that he was… impaired. His non functional optic made all forms of combat almost impossible. He couldn't make a clear shot to save his own aft, let alone his partner's.
Before Breakdown could exit the armoy room, his comm system loudly pinged. A slew of cybertronian curses fell past his dermas when he saw the comm was from Knockout. That indicated to him that he had been absent from the med-bay for far too long.
“Need something?” With a nonchalant tone in his voice, the navy blue deception tried to play off the situation. It wouldn't work, but there was a 99% chance that if he didn't sound like he was doing anything wrong, then maybe he wasn't.
“Do I need something?! Great question because what I need is some assistance in the med-bay.” Even without seeing Knockout's face plate, it was obvious the mech was highly irritated.
“Got it. I'll be there in a-” The comm ended abruptly, and Breakdown's singular beaming yellow optic rolled in its socket. Over the comm Knockout had sounded like he'd blown a few and a half gaskets since he'd been gone, and that made him much more resilient to take any longer to return.
Upon heading towards the med-bay, the mech passed by two badly cauterized vehicon drones, one of them still leaking energon onto the deck plates of the ship. Knockout must have been too busy to repair him correctly, but it didn't look severe, so the vehicon could walk it off… eventually.
Two red glaring optics followed the ex-wrecker's movements as he entered the med-bay. If looks could kill, Knockout would surely be vaporizing him with just his vision right about now. The red medic didn't offer a greeting nor a chastising remark as his silence was more than enough to do the trick.
“Sorry, got carried away in the armory.”
Knockout still said nothing while he cauterized a gaping wound in the shoulder-plate of another vehicon. He took his time with this one as the injury was fairly deep into the cybernetic metal. Knockout gestured to the data pad on the medical berth, without saying a word Breakdown knew he wanted him to start logging in the Vehicon’s credentials for an injury report. On his way to the opposite medical berth, the ex-wrecker let a servo graze against his partner's hip strut.
“Don't you dare start.”, a deep chuckle rumbled within Breakdown’s chassis as he tried to calm his highly displeased lover. The reaction Knockout gave him didn't make him feel any less determined with his goal.
“I need a set of sharp pliers. There's a bullet fragment still in here.” Knockout's digit inched into the deep cavern of wound the vehicon drone shuddered with pain. The sensitive protoform within his shoulder-plate was exposed, and leaving the fragment in there would never let the gouge heal properly.
“You know I'll give you whatever you need.”
“How about you drop it?”
"How about you hold it."
Knockout's red optics widened, and he debated on whether or not he should hurl the cauterizing scalpel at the larger mech. “Enough!” The red medic said with a hiss before snatching the pliers out of his partner's servos.
After removing the plasma bullet fragment and completing the cauterization of the wound, the Vehicon designated as ST3V3 was evicted from the med-bay. Knockout shut the sliding doors and began logging all the services perfomed for that cycle within a data report for future reference. He had never seen so many patients at once, especially not when there weren't any instances of Autobot retaliation.
“This cycle has been one of the worst in awhile -” Knockout's digit tapped rapidly against the datapad screen, furiously filing his own report. He knew his paint job looked like a wreck and that he would need a good polish and wax after a cleansing station visit.
“- You weren't here helping because you decided to go frag off to the armory room.” It wasn't often Knockout needed to scold the other mech. He was usually resourceful and there when he needed him, lately Breakdown’s been consistently absent from his duties and refusing to pick up extra shifts with him. The mech declined going out on a patrol of a newfound energonmine, which Knockout deemed to be completed out of character for him.
“I'm still missing almost every shot, I can see but at the same time I can't see slag! Everything just looks off, I've never felt so useless.” Both of the ex-wreckers servo’s slammed down on the medical berth in front of him out of frustration.
Knockout's posture softened, and his optic ridges slightly raised. Breakdown was being… vulnerable around him, this was rare. He knew the mech had been having some difficulties accustoming to his sight with the subtraction of an optic, but he wasn't aware of how critical the situation was. If anything he thought the mech was toughing it out like he did with everything else.
“Your vision, it'll take some time to restabilize. The lack of an optic is going to make things hard for you, but it won't be impossible.” The medic approached his partner and let his servo grasp the side of his faceplate. He'd never seen such defeat on the decepticon ex-wrecker before.
“And you're not useless. I wouldn't be able to do this without you, and you know that BD.” The dermas of the two mechs came into contact with one another and that gave Breakdown all the permission he needed to pick up the smaller mech and pin him down on the medical berth.
The size difference between the two of them wasn't as severe as it may have been amongst other cybertronian relationships but it definitely gave Breakdown the upper hand at being able to maneuver Knockout how he wanted. The connection of oral receptors continued as Knockout slipped his glossa in and danced it along Breakdown’s, enticing him of what was further to come.
The ex-wrecker's thick digits circled around Knockout's interface panel before the plating willingly slid down with a hiss. The aroma of the red mech's dripping valve filled the med-bay, and Breakdown broke the kiss.
“You're already ready for me?”
“You think I didn't enjoy your antics earlier?” Knockout vented deeply as Breakdown pressed a digit at his entrance before slowly sliding it in.
His lubricating slick coated the intruding digit, and the quick clenches of his valve walls urged it to start pumping. A growl left Knockout's vocal capacitor when a second digit joined refuge within his valve. Breakdown knew exactly how to angle his digits to make the medic's frame twitch and heave. A loud moan erupted from Knockout when one of Breakdown's digits began rubbing circles around his outer-node.
“Tell me you need me.”
“Frag- I do!”
“Then say it.” Breakdown quickened the pace of his digits, and the lewd slick noises only became audibly louder with the furthering of Knockout's pleasure and excitement.
“I need you!” The medic's sharp digits dragged along the underneath of the medical berth leaving gashes across the underside. Breakdown's servo was showing his valve no mercy as it shamelessly guided him to a long and drawn out overload. It didn't take long for Knockout's walls to start to spasm and small spurts of lubrication to erupt from his valve. He rode out his climax with a guttural groan and a very brief rev of his engine.
Even the interface panel housing his errect spike slid off to allow him to leak thick beads of blue transfluid from his tip. Only when the medic was coming from his high did he pay attention to his partner's thick spike leaning up against his own. Their size difference wasn't just on the outside, as Breakdown was a good size and a half larger than Knockout in the spike department.
Knockout could swear to primus they were made for each other with how well he'd fill his valve when they interfaced. Breakdown lined up the tip of his spike against the soft mesh valve folds in front of him before pushing forward to enter. The entry was quick and painless as Knockout's frame knew this game the two of them would play all too well.
A beep went off on the docked datapad stationed at Knockout's desk, which indicated that there were new inbound patients to the med-bay. Knockout looked back over at the mech, who was currently still inside him, who bared the expression of a sad cyberfox pup who'd just been told to stop.
“We're finishing this. They can wait... Besides, I still need you.” A smirk appeared on his faceplate, telling his partner that the two would have a much longer cycle ahead of them...
The fact tumblr took down my Tarn spike commission 😭😭
MTMTE! Tarn x Femme Reader
Author's Note: I fucking love Tarn bro. This is extremely self-indulgent for me. He's literally so perfect.
Summary: Tarn is not in the mood for your games. (May or may not make this story a series.)
Warnings: spike in valve sex, dub con, hints of non con, implied polygamy, implied reverse harem, voice kink, masochistic reader, size kink, breeding kink, trauma from reader being human converted to cybertronian, Megatron never joins the autobots here, and there's surprisingly some fluff.
"Your frame....your mind....your spark....your entirety. It all belongs to me."
You couldn't disagree whatsoever with what he proclaimed in between forceful thrusts. When he said 'entirety' you could feel your spark flutter, he was playing with it like it was a toy. He knew and cherished the effect his voice receptor's modification had on cybertronian sparks.
Shockingly his voice afflicted you all the same before the transition when you were human too. This transition happened when Shockwave experimented on you and the other 'pets' owned by various Decepticons. It was a sick and twisted fantasy the mech dreamed up and was permitted by Megatron to act upon.
The experiment started with twelve of you and only four remained when the transition successfully concluded. The other eight perished miserably. You were given a new body, a spark, processors, and just about everything else that made you now completely cybertronian. However, you were still a pet at the end of the day.
The only thing that's changed since your transition was your relationship with the DJD, your owners. When you were human they regarded you like an actual pet. Nickel thought you were so adorable, that was the only reason Tarn kept you alive. Those days he would tell you just how much he wanted to splatter you onto the deck plates and turn you into a complicated red stain.
He'd tell you how much he wished you'd try to escape so he could torture and murder you. He loved to mention how he longed for the day he'd get to hear your screams of misery. He'd speak to you with his voice modifier until it felt like you were going to have a heart attack. He was completely and utterly abusive, but you loved it.
After you became fully cybertronian the treatment you received from each DJD member was so different. They were far more interactive with you, to say the least. The looks you received from each member ranged from pity, adoration, and disgust were now more twisted and dark. They looked at you with lust, hunger, and malevolence.
Thankfully you weren't completely naive and knew how to navigate their urges. You played coy and unknowing of their advances meanwhile, you kept a mental note in your processors of everything they did. The sexual tension aboard the Peaceful Tyranny was so thick that it couldn't be cut with a knife.
You were given no weapons, very little armor and no training as a precaution to defend yourself if needed in case one of them tried to force themselves on to you. Their behavior completely reminded you of human men.
Here you were now, however. Pinned down, armor stripped off, and at Tarn's mercy. He had a knack for punishing you like this whenever you did something wrong. You weren't sure how the relationship between the two of you got so sexual, it all happened far too fast.
The way the bright blue orbs of your optics rolled to the back of your helm was something to be marveled at. The harsh clanging noise of his hip struts meeting yours with a steady unwavering pace completely overshadowed the lewd slick noises that your valve made.
Every portion of his spike that he slammed into you only made your hole squirt and dribble lubricant around his length. Your valve quivered like an engine with every intrusion of his thick length His large servo sat firmly around your neck cabling. He wasn't strangling you, surprisingly, but forcing you to look at him while he did this to you.
He had his visor on during this, it always had an emotionless deadpanned expression. A dispassionate visor is what you were staring up at while your valve was stretched and used to its limit. You've been with the mech for so long that you've learned to read his emotions with the visor on.
Every moment that you got glances at the red orbs within his optics you could see the excitement within them. He was enjoying punishing you like this, to him his greatest accomplishment wasn't breaking you but it making you enjoy being broken.
The way his servo held your neck cabling made you feel so...tiny. His servo covered your entire neck cabling and the very upper portion of your chassis. The size ratio between both you and him was startling. You weren't the size of a mini bot like Nickel but you were still much smaller than him and he enjoyed that.
The total dominance he had over you and everything you did was invigorating to him. He had so much dominance over you that on one occasion he interfaced with you right there in front of the other DJD members.
They all watched the expressions on your faceplate while Tarn made you take his spike. They listened to every moan and whine you made gleefully. Two of them decided to stroke their spikes while watching you take him. As much as you hated the embarrassment you felt, you welcomed it.
Nothing compared to this though. Being alone with Tarn in a state of vulnerability like this. With a final thrust, he overloaded his transfluid into you. When the mech would overload he'd bury himself so deep inside you just to make sure every last drop of it got into your carrying chamber.
You have a sparkling prevention device installed but for him, the thought of climaxing inside of you so deep and claiming you like this aroused him. It was like he wanted to sire a sparkling with you in his own twisted fantasy.
He pulled his now half-pressurized spike out of your valve only to thrust it back in. He paid no attention to your anterior node this entire time because this was a punishment, you weren't allowed to overload. Your venting stuttered from how forceful the movement of his intrusion was. He used his free servo to slip off his visor and reveal his damaged face plate.
"Are you going to behave now?"
You nodded your helm and Tarn leaned down and put his much larger faceplate against yours. His dermas lightly brushed over your own in what should have been a gentle kiss. When he didn't give you one you went ahead and lifted your helm to push your dermas into his own for a long awaited kiss.
He didn't kiss you back at first but after a while he parted his dermas and let his large glossa slide into your oral intake. You let it explore around before sucking on it gently. You've never had such an affectionate moment with the mech like this and it was absolutely everything that you'd ever dreamed of.
He's never kissed you nor allowed you to kiss him before. He pulled back from the connection and leaned his helm into your neck cabling by your audio receptors.
"I'm starting to enjoy having you here."
joder que buena historia
¡Gracias!
MTMTE! Tarn x Femme Reader
Author's Note: I fucking love Tarn bro. This is extremely self-indulgent for me. He's literally so perfect.
Summary: Tarn is not in the mood for your games. (May or may not make this story a series.)
Warnings: spike in valve sex, dub con, hints of non con, implied polygamy, implied reverse harem, voice kink, masochistic reader, size kink, breeding kink, trauma from reader being human converted to cybertronian, Megatron never joins the autobots here, and there's surprisingly some fluff.
"Your frame....your mind....your spark....your entirety. It all belongs to me."
You couldn't disagree whatsoever with what he proclaimed in between forceful thrusts. When he said 'entirety' you could feel your spark flutter, he was playing with it like it was a toy. He knew and cherished the effect his voice receptor's modification had on cybertronian sparks.
Shockingly his voice afflicted you all the same before the transition when you were human too. This transition happened when Shockwave experimented on you and the other 'pets' owned by various Decepticons. It was a sick and twisted fantasy the mech dreamed up and was permitted by Megatron to act upon.
The experiment started with twelve of you and only four remained when the transition successfully concluded. The other eight perished miserably. You were given a new body, a spark, processors, and just about everything else that made you now completely cybertronian. However, you were still a pet at the end of the day.
The only thing that's changed since your transition was your relationship with the DJD, your owners. When you were human they regarded you like an actual pet. Nickel thought you were so adorable, that was the only reason Tarn kept you alive. Those days he would tell you just how much he wanted to splatter you onto the deck plates and turn you into a complicated red stain.
He'd tell you how much he wished you'd try to escape so he could torture and murder you. He loved to mention how he longed for the day he'd get to hear your screams of misery. He'd speak to you with his voice modifier until it felt like you were going to have a heart attack. He was completely and utterly abusive, but you loved it.
After you became fully cybertronian the treatment you received from each DJD member was so different. They were far more interactive with you, to say the least. The looks you received from each member ranged from pity, adoration, and disgust were now more twisted and dark. They looked at you with lust, hunger, and malevolence.
Thankfully you weren't completely naive and knew how to navigate their urges. You played coy and unknowing of their advances meanwhile, you kept a mental note in your processors of everything they did. The sexual tension aboard the Peaceful Tyranny was so thick that it couldn't be cut with a knife.
You were given no weapons, very little armor and no training as a precaution to defend yourself if needed in case one of them tried to force themselves on to you. Their behavior completely reminded you of human men.
Here you were now, however. Pinned down, armor stripped off, and at Tarn's mercy. He had a knack for punishing you like this whenever you did something wrong. You weren't sure how the relationship between the two of you got so sexual, it all happened far too fast.
The way the bright blue orbs of your optics rolled to the back of your helm was something to be marveled at. The harsh clanging noise of his hip struts meeting yours with a steady unwavering pace completely overshadowed the lewd slick noises that your valve made.
Every portion of his spike that he slammed into you only made your hole squirt and dribble lubricant around his length. Your valve quivered like an engine with every intrusion of his thick length His large servo sat firmly around your neck cabling. He wasn't strangling you, surprisingly, but forcing you to look at him while he did this to you.
He had his visor on during this, it always had an emotionless deadpanned expression. A dispassionate visor is what you were staring up at while your valve was stretched and used to its limit. You've been with the mech for so long that you've learned to read his emotions with the visor on.
Every moment that you got glances at the red orbs within his optics you could see the excitement within them. He was enjoying punishing you like this, to him his greatest accomplishment wasn't breaking you but it making you enjoy being broken.
The way his servo held your neck cabling made you feel so...tiny. His servo covered your entire neck cabling and the very upper portion of your chassis. The size ratio between both you and him was startling. You weren't the size of a mini bot like Nickel but you were still much smaller than him and he enjoyed that.
The total dominance he had over you and everything you did was invigorating to him. He had so much dominance over you that on one occasion he interfaced with you right there in front of the other DJD members.
They all watched the expressions on your faceplate while Tarn made you take his spike. They listened to every moan and whine you made gleefully. Two of them decided to stroke their spikes while watching you take him. As much as you hated the embarrassment you felt, you welcomed it.
Nothing compared to this though. Being alone with Tarn in a state of vulnerability like this. With a final thrust, he overloaded his transfluid into you. When the mech would overload he'd bury himself so deep inside you just to make sure every last drop of it got into your carrying chamber.
You have a sparkling prevention device installed but for him, the thought of climaxing inside of you so deep and claiming you like this aroused him. It was like he wanted to sire a sparkling with you in his own twisted fantasy.
He pulled his now half-pressurized spike out of your valve only to thrust it back in. He paid no attention to your anterior node this entire time because this was a punishment, you weren't allowed to overload. Your venting stuttered from how forceful the movement of his intrusion was. He used his free servo to slip off his visor and reveal his damaged face plate.
"Are you going to behave now?"
You nodded your helm and Tarn leaned down and put his much larger faceplate against yours. His dermas lightly brushed over your own in what should have been a gentle kiss. When he didn't give you one you went ahead and lifted your helm to push your dermas into his own for a long awaited kiss.
He didn't kiss you back at first but after a while he parted his dermas and let his large glossa slide into your oral intake. You let it explore around before sucking on it gently. You've never had such an affectionate moment with the mech like this and it was absolutely everything that you'd ever dreamed of.
He's never kissed you nor allowed you to kiss him before. He pulled back from the connection and leaned his helm into your neck cabling by your audio receptors.
"I'm starting to enjoy having you here."
TARN X SELF-INSERT COMMISSION
Some amazing Tarn artwork I commissioned from @lextodrawsstuff on Twitter. This is him with me as a self-insert and I absolutely adore it!
This is particularly amazing cause you guys know just how much I love Tarn.
IDW! Starscream x (Gender Neutral) Cybertronian Seeker Reader
Warnings: oral sex, riding, very light dom/sub, fluffy, size kink, hints of the reader being romantic with Thundercracker and Skywarp too, this is very gender neutral but the reader has a valve.
Summary: To Starscream you were the only one on cybertron who knew how to help him with his 'issues'.
The gentle sting of a clawed servo being placed on your backstrut made you turn around to see that Skywarp was behind you. The mech had a wicked grin on his faceplate and was holding up your datapad.
"Huh, looks like Screamer sent you a message on here. Are you ignoring your internal comms?"
You had to reach up to snatch your datapad back from the mech as he towered over you. Out of all Seekers within the faction, you were the smallest.
"Stay out of my personal belongings, you creature."
Skywarp simply purred and put his servos on his hip-struts. His glossa rolled out of his intake receptor and he wagged it at you provocatively. Your optics rolled in annoyance and you walked to another part of the base to comm your commander in privacy.
Since Starscream had reclaimed the throne of Cybertron he's been much busier now than he was as second in command of the Decepticon army. With him being busier meant he was much more stressed than normal.
This happened to put a strain on the already eccentric relationship you had with him. All the night cycles you've spent underneath him or one of his trinemates over the last few eons have clearly meant nothing to the mech if he neglected to give you the attention you felt you deserved.
Skywarp was too depraved and Thundercracker was too distant to give you the attention you sought. Your spark felt the strongest connection with Starscream, and if he wanted to be insolent about it then that was his loss.
"Finally, I need your assistance with an issue."
Starscream answered the comm sounding as if you hadn't just been ignoring him for the past couple of decacycles and that angered you.
"You only comm me when you need my assistance with your issues..."
"So that's what your problem is... No wonder you've been so infuriatingly annoying lately. Come by to see me and I'll make everything up to you."
With that, he ended the comm and you growled in annoyance, Starscream was unbelievable and unpredictable yet to him, you were completely predictable. He knew you'd come back to him one way or another.
So go back to him you did, just this time you weren't that easy, and you still had some dignity left. When you walked in he was sitting on his throne like normal, a golden Vosian crown upon his helm and a seeker high-rank soldier at either side of him.
With a simple servo gesture, both soldiers exited the room in sync with one another.
"How does it feel to be within my presence again now that your little failed mission of ignoring me is over?"
"Feels like I got kicked in the helm."
Starscream scoffed and gestured for you to get closer to him and you denied.
"Sorry, I won't be that easy."
"That fierceness is one of the many things I love and cherrish about you."
He always knew just what to say to make you submit. It was like a gift he had, saying things that made your spark flutter. You had to mentally slap yourself to not ask him if he really meant it.
Starscream gestured once more for you to approach him and this time you hesitated but obliged. You sat yourself down on him and he didn't waste any time leaning over to bring his dermas to yours.
You never felt this small with someone unless it was Starscream. It wasn't just his frame that was larger than yours, it was his confidence and willpower.
The kiss was gentle and you debated on giving him another. No one could deny how handsome this mech was. With his chisled features, bright red optics and sharp denta most failed to resist his advances.
"See something you like?"
"Always my Liege."
His wings fluttered behind him and you found yourself becoming fixated on them. They were so much bigger than your own and you couldn't help but slide your digits down the sides. You knew just what spots to touch from your previous nights of entanglement with him.
While you touched his wings, he touched yours. The touching of one's wings for seekers was completely intimate. Seeker wings were much more sensitive than the wings of regular fliers.
Starscream liked to have his wings rubbed, Skywarp liked to have his wings scratched, and Thundercracker liked to have his pulled. Your own wings fluttered and shifted to all of the touches Starscream gave them.
"It appears we're at the part where you tell me how much you need me."
He whispered into your audio receptors and that made your entire frame shiver. You got down onto your knee-plates and dragged your glossa along his armored interface panel.
You swirled circles around it and coated it with the fluids of your intake receptor. You even wrote his designation in Vosian along his panel with your glossa. As if you spoke the magic words to him, the mech let his panel slide off.
His spike sprang out and was already half pressurized and leaning to the side. You immediately wrapped your servos around his length and brought his tip to your dermas.
"You know I'd do anything for you my Liege. No matter how insufferable you may be..."
"Insufferable? As if that valve hasn't been slick with lubricant the moment you heard my voice through comms."
You ignored his comment and gave the tip of his spike a long lick and a groan emittited from his vocal receiver. You wrapped your dermas around his spike and took him into your intake, guiding him along the way until you hilted him in.
He put his servo on your helm and you felt his clawed digits sinking in.
"You're always so talented with that glossa aren't you?"
Your intake started to gag to signal that you desperately needed to vent and only then did he let go. You resumed to bobbing your helm up and down his shaft while he let a few slurs, curses and growls fall from his dermas.
He had this look in his optics that made you think he was getting ready to pin you down but you had other ideas. After sliding of your own interface panel to his surprise you got on top of him.
You've never taken control during interface before due to your size but as the saying goes there's a first time for everything. You lined your valve up with his spike and slowly slid down on it.
You welcomed him internally with the tight clenching of your walls and he moaned in delight. You bit down your dermas and offlined your optics when you began to slowly rock your hip-struts.
Out of all the mechs you've been with Starscream always filled you just right. It was like you two were meant for eachother, destined to be conjunxes.
The pace of the rise and fall of your hip-struts increased along with your pleasure. You'd never expected any cycle of your life to be full out riding the mech.
The way the tip of his spike was rubbing your walls internally made it feel like your protoform was tightening. The pure look of pleasure on his faceplate was gratifying to know it was you making him a wreck like this.
When his optics rolled back and his servos gripped around your hip-struts you picked up the speed. When you felt like you were getting ready to overload the mech stood up to hold you up by your hip-struts and that made you cling to his frame.
You looked down at the sudden drop from the height he was holding you and huffed.
"You think I'd drop you? Me of all people? Besides you're already holding me so tight that I don't believe you'd fall, and I don't mean with your servos."
He thrusted upwards into you while your leg-struts wrapped around either sides of him. Feeling him stretch you like this from this angled quickly ripped an overload from your systems.
The overload was brief but so intense it made your cooling fans stutter. Your valve gripped and clenched around him while drips of your lubricant leaked from around his spike and it made you mewl.
Looking into his optics like this was truly liberating. Having Starscream, ex-second in command of the Decepticon faction and now King of Cybertron pistoning into you at this angle completely made up for the lack of attention you received.
No mech had ever fragged you so passionately or efficiently as Starscream. Every experience with him was memorable for a lifetime. Your spark begged to be intertwined with his the more he touched you.
His wings began to flutter sporadically behind him and he bit down on his dermas when his overload breached. He made your ride out his overload with him by continuing to slam his hip-struts against yours.
His bright purple transfluid painted the spasming mesh walls of your valve. With how sensitive you were, you felt every spurt of his climax inside you. His optics were dimmed and his cooling fans were whirring loudly.
It caught you off guard when the mech began to leave a slew of kisses down your neck cabling. He was reluctant to remove his spike from you or put you down. The chamber to his spark slid open with a hiss and the bright blue orb made your optics widen.
"See I told you I'd make it up to you."
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I’d love if you could do Vos x Fem reader NSFW head canons 🥰 (Maybe Fem reader could be the more dominant one?)
MTMTE! Vos X Femme Reader NSFW Headcanons
This relationship dynamic is certainly...interesting to say the least.
One minute the mech is threatening, screaming out insults and taunts in an ancient dialect then the next moment his helm is between your leg-struts and he's eating from your valve like he's starving.
The Vos you knew privately was much different than the Vos the other DJD members knew. This spitfire and hostile mech became completely submissive in berth.
Sure there were moments where his mech hormones would kick in and he'd take the reigns and pin you down but most of the time Vos was more than enthusiastic about letting you call the shots.
Wanted him laying down on the berth with his visor off and his faceplate looking like the perfect seat for your valve? He'd do it.
Needed the mech to roughly stroke off his spike until he overloaded just because you said to do it? He always would.
If you didn't give the mech any orders he would sit there looking like a lost turbo fox pup in need of assistance.
Outside of the berth Vos was just as terrifying as the other DJD members, that was the only time you conventionally took him seriously as he had a reputation to upkeep.
From the way his optics would dart over your frame in front of the others you just knew he'd rather be somewhere with his glossa deep in your valve doing exactly what you tell him to do rather than listening to one of Tarn's speeches.
If you let him Vos could sit there and spend several hours just doing glossa tricks on your anterior node. The mech had a thing for oral fixation.
During the day cycle he'd whisper things to you in a far more advanced version of his dialect that only you could understand.
The mech would tell you about how he loved how much control you had over his spike and exactly what he did with it.
You were always aware that before you and Vos were together that he'd share his femmes along with the rest of the DJD whether they were brothel workers, romantic partners, or unlucky and unwilling traitors/autobots.
So the day he shared you with the other DJD members (with your consent of course) made you realize just how special Vos was. For the first time in forever during interface, you felt alone, like a wounded prey in front of five enhanced predators, and that no one was going to help you. That while on the Peaceful Tyranny floating adrift throughout the galaxies no one would ever hear you scream.
TFP! Soundwave x Human Female Reader
Summary: Reader has been Soundwave's human captive for a while and has learned he gives out his rewards in the best ways.
Warnings: Tendril sex, double penetration, praise kink, degrading behavior, and Soundwave being Soundwave of course.
You had to rub your eyes a few times just to make sure you weren't dreaming. Like you couldn't believe you'd actually done it, you've always been good with computers but not this damn good... The monitor screen lit up with a variety of different cybertronian letters, all forming a conversation between the autobot medic Ratchet and an autobot named 'Wheeljack' who you've never even heard of before.
You couldn't help but brandish the widest smile on your face as you were proud of your own work. Immediately you eyes darted over to the silent mech that was sitting at a much larger monitor beside you. He wasn't in mass displacement so the sizing between your field of vision and his, vastly differed. You cleared your throat and placed your fingertips on his servo. The comparison of his own servo to your hand never ceased to amaze you. Attached to each servo was a set of freakishly sharp claws or 'digits' as he referred to them. Just with your palm being on his servo you could feel the amount of heat his frame was letting off. Usually you would expect a metal surface to be cold but Soundwave was always surprisingly hot to the touch.
As if you were lost in a trance of comparing the size differences you looked up to notice the mech was staring at you. He hadn't said a word but it was obvious he wanted to know why you were touching him without permission.
"Hey, I t-think I found s-something." You stuttered out before clenching your fists.
You weren't much of a stutterer but Soundwave seemed to have this effect on you that always had you mentally spiraling and it was annoying. The mech tapped his digit on his own monitor and brought up what you were seeing onto his own screen. From there he silently scrolled through the scrambled cybertronian letters that seemed to form as a digital conversation between two autobots.
You couldn't read their language yet so you had no idea what it said but Soundwave seemed to be extremely interested in your findings.
"Well done." His voice came out as an actual robotic monotone speech.
Soundwave spoke very little but whenever he did speak it gave you goosebumps, as much as you strived for his approval there was always something that made you uncomfortable about his voice. Then again all of the decepticons you've come in contact with have all sounded completely horrifying. They all had a range of extremely deep octaves that never sounded human. Using a clawed digit the black and purple mech began to stroke the top of your head as if you were a pet and you couldn't help but let out a huff of satisfaction from the gesture.
If other humans had seen you like this they would call you crazy but you couldn't help but take pride in receiving any kind of affection from your 'owner'. This was just your own twisted way of making light out of a bad situation, like he hasn't murdered you yet and you're certainly not in as bad as a position as the human captive that is owned by Starscream so why not find a form of solace. And maybe you were crazy because you knew a job well done for this mech always led to a reward. The last reward that was given to you was Soundwave allowing you to actually go back out into public again.
It had actually been six months before you'd last been in public around other humans. You were only allotted two hours to roam and he was by your side within human holoform the entire time but you'd never forget how good the sun felt on your skin. Soundwave always kept his office darker than other areas on the nemesis so to get to be in such a well lit scene was actually euphoric. You'll never forget how you got to see the face of Soundwave's human holoform visually cringe upon hearing someone drive past the two of you blasting loud rap music. You tried so hard to hold in your laughter but the face he made left you feeling like you just heard the funniest joke of your life.
Still his human holoform was nothing like being around the actual Soundwave, especially a mass displaced Soundwave. Speaking of mass displacement you hadn't even noticed that he must have mass displaced in front of you because when you looked over at him he was now only 8-9 feet taller than you. The first time you saw him do this you felt like you were going to have a brain aneurysm because how could something so huge be able to make itself closer to your size. It took you a while to even mentally process a much smaller Soundwave.
Call it depravity or degeneracy but you knew when he was using his mass displacement module it was for one reason and one reason only... Yes the mech was silent and reserved majority of the time but he clearly still had his needs. He had no issues with indulging on those needs when it was time to reward you.
You bit your lip as a few impure memories resurfaced in your mind of all the previous times he decided to reward you and fulfill his own carnal desires at the same time. You heard a click to your right and noticed it was him remotely checking to see if the electronic sliding door to his habsuite was locked to avoid any interruptions. Soundwave then took a clawed digit parted your lips open, you were tempted to lightly bite him just to be playful but you knew all too well that human teeth against metal was a bad idea. The claw trailed down from your lips to tracing a line between your breasts and down your midsection. The more time you spent around cybertronians the more you learned they were just like humans.
Cybertronian mechs and human men were disturbingly completely alike. Knowing that Soundwave had needs just like any ordinary male made you feel like you were made of gold just to be the only one to be able to see him like this. Everyone else feared the silent mech and wasn't even sure if he was sentient or just a drone but you knew better. His visor peered down at you and you could feel what he was saying without him actually saying it.
As often as this happened you still let out a surprised shriek when you felt a tendril wrap around both of your legs and another around your arms. With a swift motion you were on your back and you shuddered from the tension the constricting tendrils were putting on you. His tendrils always reminded you of snakes from how tight they'd always squeeze you. The tendril restraining your arms pulled your arms above your head and the tendril around your legs was joined by a third one just to spread your legs apart. Soundwave never had to restrain you like this as you never had a problem with willingly offering yourself but you learned this was probably something he fancied during intimate moments like this, he was a decepticon after all meaning he probably had a kink for having all the control.
Another tendril distended from behind his chassis and the surprisingly sharp claspers of it made work of your shirt and pants. He never removed them normally and seemed to enjoy letting a tendril or his own claws slice your clothes open. It wasn't like you didn't wear the same various assortment of clothing all the time since these were given to you upon when they took you captive as they never let your bring any of your clothing with you.
The shirt you were wearing did hold some sentimental value to you as this was the shirt you picked up when he let you go out into the public. You were going to protest about the destruction of your shirt until a fourth tendril appeared and had slipped into your mouth. You never got over the odd taste of the rubbery appendage but you didn't protest while it moved like a snake against your tongue. He watched as it slowly thrusted back and forth in your mouth simulating the lewd act of fellatio just for him. You let out a loud gasp after the tendril emerged from your mouth with a loud pop and you could see the spit trail of saliva still clinging to it.
The appendage then moved down to your breasts and a whine came from your mouth after it began to tease your left nipple. You watched the nipple hardened and perked up from the touch before he moved to the right one. You've always had sensitive nipples and this was pleasurable for you but you hated how he paid attention to everything else other than your dripping wet cunt right now. For someone that barely spoke he sure liked to tease and deny you of what you really wanted.
"Soundwave please." You begged while bucking your hips up to show him where you really needed him.
"Soundwave please." He mocked you by using a recording of your own voice begging for him, this sick bastard.
He knew exactly what he was doing and the effect it had on you. Not wanting to get on his bad side you just laid there and let the tendril do as it pleased with your breasts. It felt like eons before the appendage finally slipped between your thighs and brushed gently across your clit. That motion sent a volt of pleasure through you and you threw your head back while the tendril began to deeply rub your small bundle of nerves in a circle.
If it wasn't for the small 'beep' noise you wouldn't have even know he started recording already. You looked up to his visor to see a red light in the corner and you huffed. You never knew for sure what he did with the footage but almost every time there was intimacy you noticed he would be recording everything happening.
You felt your breath hitch once the tendril slipped between your folds and thrusted tenderly against your walls. The lewd wet noises your hole made while the intruding appendage moved in and out only drove you crazy. The way the tapered head continued to rub against sensitive spot was going to make you scream as if the long line of moans and whines that came from your lips wasn't enough. And there he was just standing there, staring at you menacingly while he literally invaded your sex.
It wasn't like you didn't want this but holy shit did it always surprise you that Soundwave happened to be just as degenerate as you were. Your breath hitched when you felt the tendrils restraining your arms and legs squeeze even tighter, your captor always loved to mix your pleasure with pain.
The tendril that was deep between your folds abruptly pulled out and moved down further just to circle around the entrance to your puckered hole. Since the appendage was slickly coated with your own arousal the entry wasn't as harsh as it should have been and for that you were thankful. This transition left your cunt gaping and begging to be filled once more. As if on cue you heard the familiar hiss of his interface panel sliding off. Your eyes dropped down to the organ that was sitting erect from his frame.
You knew that cybertronians weren't entirely robotic on the inside and that they had their own versions of a squishy protoform anatomy within, yet it always surprised you to see something on Soundwave that wasn't entirely made of metal.
This member that he had once referred to as a 'spike' had an encasement that looked and felt as if it was a material similar to standard silicone. The shaft was a deep purple color that transcended into a bright lilac around his tip. The entire thing curved upward towards his chasis and unlike any human male the tip of his member was shaped with an aeroplane design that made you understand why it was called a spike. This 'spike' of his was about as thick as your wrist and almost as long as your forearm in terms of length.
You'd never say it out loud but you found his spike to actually be fucking beautiful to look at. The way it would erratically twitch while he watched as his tendrils made you a whimpering wet mess. With a swift movement he was down on his stabilizing struts in front of you and you felt the sudden urge to move backward as if something that weighed a thousand pounds just dropped to its knees between your legs.
While one of his tendrils was making work with your bottom anatomy you could feel the heat emanating from his spike against your folds. You knew he was going take his agonizingly slow time with you as Soundwave seemed to be the one that liked to savor his sexual experiences.
His spike was two times as thick as his tendril and the sudden stretch brought out a choked moan from you. The thrusts of his pelvis against your own were much slower than the erratic thrusting of your tendril in your nether-regions. Finding out that male cybertronians got their pleasure the same way human men did from thrusting or pounding into something with their spike always intrigued you.
Being stuffed full like this felt entirely degrading but you'd be a liar if you said you didn't enjoy how utterly pleasurable it felt to have both your holes filled. You just knew you sounded like a total slut with all your pleas and whining but you didn't care, this was your reward after all. Soundwave was eerily silent during this ordeal and the only thing different from this and his silent disposition earlier was how heavy he was venting.
His venting never became this heavy and audible to you unless he was spike deep in your pussy and you just knew that meant he was enjoying this just as much as you were. You were interrupted from your own scrambled thoughts when you felt a knot in your belly forming as the beginning of a long and drawn out orgasm.
Your climax hit you in waves as a stream of pained cries of pleasure fell from your lips while you felt your walls clench down firmly around Soundwave's spike. It felt like your cunt was strangling him, completely choking him, desperate to milk him for every drop of transfluid that he was going to give you.
You felt spurts of the hot liquid of his esctasy seep inside you before he pulled out and was followed by thick ropes of the hot pink liquid being jetted out from his tip and onto your stomach. The thrusting tendril below you seized it's movement and pulled out as well while you watched Soundwave's spike twitch and disperse a few more shots of his climax onto you.
if you were being totally honest you thought it was utterly hot to watch him come all over you like that as if he knew he was treating you like the whore that you both knew you were.
The mech said nothing while coming down from the high of his intense overload. He truly didn't have to say a word to you knew he was satisfied. The grip the tendrils had around your arms and legs loosened until they finally released you.
The heavy bruising left behind by the appendages was just something you had gotten used to and maybe even perhaps enjoyed being able to show others just exactly who you belonged to. The soreness of both your holes were only just a physical reminder of just how much you loved this mech's approval and rewards that came with it.