ever planning on continuing that Autobot!Reader x Megatron fic cause GOOOOODDDDDDDDDD it was GOOD
Aww, thank you, you're so sweet! I am pleased to do more~
TFP Megatron x TF! Reader x TFP Optimus Prime
Transformer! Reader. GN! Reader.
Captivity, sex in front of another person, voyeurism, bondage, stimulation denial, porn with a PLOT and dialogues!
English is not my native language! 18+ Valveplug
The chains and handcuffs are so tight that it becomes difficult to ventilate, the mechanisms creak from the shackles as your body sways back and forth. Only one ped touches the floor, while the other is fixed in a bent position, pressed against the abdominal plates. But the worst part was not that, but Optimus, unconscious after Starscream attacked him with full force, also chained to the wall, frighteningly silent.
Before you call out to your leader, the doors slide open with a distinctive sound, disappearing into the walls and letting in a figure walking toward you with slow, heavy steps. Megatron examines you without a broad smile, only with a barely noticeable curved line at the bottom of his faceplate. He slowly and silently look at your body, held on the tip of one pedal, looks into your optics from top to bottom with a piercing gaze, drills, penetrates the spark itself, where he has already been, seeing everything without any secrets.
His touch is as slow and languid as if you were long-time lovers, not former friends or enemies. Even if you keep your composure, even if you look away from him as if you are not interested in what is happening, he knows. He knows what thoughts are hidden behind your stoic expression, how Sparks will react, your erogenous zones. The days when he was hatching an escape plan in your head were interspersed with sweet touches.
He slides his claws along your thigh, rising, pressing the backs of his fingers against the spot where the spark pulses wildly.
“How many problems would have been solved if you had chosen the right side,” he finally breaks the silence.
“I…” your voice sounds rough, you clear your throat, “I've already chosen the right side.”
The claws, which a second ago were gently pressed against the center of your chest, suddenly clench and dig hard into the metal, leaving deep scratches right across the bright red Autobot emblem. His palm rises higher, grasping your chin and jerking your helmet up sharply, while his claws dig roughly into the soft metal of the faceplate.
“You miss me,” each word hissed through his dentures. “You could have had anything you wanted, you could have had something no one else has…”
“I made my choice based not on material gain.” You dared to interrupt him.
In response, Megatron stared at you silently and smiled.
"The rewards would not only be material, don't you understand? Which of your dreams would you have fulfilled with him?" Megatron's palm traced the unconscious body of Optimus, your Optimus. The one who knows about your feelings, who definitely feels the same way, but hasn't taken a single step towards the two of you together. Although he could have…
No, he didn't do it because he's Prime, because he's a wonderful leader. Because, unlike Megatron, it's not in his nature to take what he wants here and now, just because he feels like it, and you're ready to accept that glances and warm words of support are the limit of what you can offer.
But Spark whined, begging for something real, and your lips tightened into a line from your own insolence
That's enough to make Megatron's scarlet optics flash brighter with satisfaction. The thumb of the hand still holding your chin slowly slides across your lips, teasingly.
“Stubborn…”
You would be a magnificent Decepticon, the best of the best, standing beside him as his right hand. Oh, how many things would change for the better if it were you, if you would subdue your pride and bow your lovely head in reverence.
A thick claw slides through your lips, prying them apart. Megatron leans closer, aligning his faceplate with yours. Blue and red optics clash, trying to fight for dominance, but when he gets too close to your lips, the blue glow recedes. You eagerly cover the optics, and the cooling fans turn on at medium speed, causing the warlord to smirk mockingly.
Megatron does not kiss you. Instead, he slowly bites the soft metal of the faceplate, lingering on the sharp dents in the corner of mouth for an intimate length of time. When the silver mech is removed, he studies the mark. Warmth spreads through his body along with a dark, possessive joy. The marks suit you. His marks.
Another bite followed. And another. And then another. Your cheek, lip, and chin are marked with uneven circles of dots from his teeth, and the desire to give you more envelops the Decepticon like a dark fog.
Megatron slowly circles you, running his claws along your body. Mech glides almost imperceptibly over the protruding metal on your buttocks and squeezes right under the curve of your hip. The touches are caressing, the tips of his claws sneak under the joints of the plates, tickling the prototypes of your thighs, and they twitch reflexively, while your dentate plates clench into a grimace, trying to hold back the hissing from how correctly, how precisely he caresses the most sensitive areas. Your thighs lift themselves, openly and vulgarly, like an animal in heat.
A couple more strokes, firm presses on the hot metal, and your plate moves away on its own, without warning. The fans increase their speed, drowning out the timid hum of the Spark.
Around the wet entrance, a finger circles, gathering moisture. Instead of stretching your walls, the fingers pinch the sensitive bump, rolling and rubbing it. A quiet moan, more like a squeak, slips through your lips while the mech remains silent, as if teasingly making every sigh and groan louder in this silence. Megatron spreads the pliable valve with his index and ring fingers, while middle methodically rubs the sensitive metal in circular motions, accelerating.
Optic tries to find his gaze behind you, wanting to reward the captor with a look of disgust, allowing yourself the only control, but the pressure on the sensitive spot makes you roll your eyes and moan again. You're almost there... just a little more, please... FRAG!
Your thighs clenched together again as the pressure disappeared a second before the desired orgasm. The ped touching the ground broke away from the floor in an attempt to kick the silver mech, but missed. Your back vibrated, echoing Megatron's laughter.
“Say it.” His still wet servo reaches across your shoulder and presses against your cheek. “You have to say what you want.”
“Isn't it obvious?” Your body almost shakes, and let out a half-cry. “You've already seen all my dreams, heard all my desires while you were parasitizing in my head! What else do you need?!”
“Confession. Here. And loud.”
“Why so much eroticism with the prisoner?”
“You can become a privileged subordinate if you just behave yourself.” He didn't seem to think about these words. He answered too quickly. “You know, I'm happy to welcome old friends. Or, perhaps, someone more important.”
“A trophy, for example.” A bitter truth stung beneath your breastplates. Envy and jealousy drive him to act, to desire, to take.
“Trophy? I'll take you here anyway, simply because I want to, because I have the right to take what I like. But what about your noble prince? Isn't he keeping you close, untouched, as if you were a symbol of power rather than sincere love?”
Optimus really did become friendlier and gentler with you when their misunderstanding and quarrel with Megatron escalated to the limit. But he called you to himself and his ideology because you are the last piece of Orion, the thread that connects him and Megatronus. He would not have appropriated you for evil, he is not that kind of person.
“You follow him because he speaks beautifully about equality and the absence of the need to get your hands dirty? But how many people have died because of his patience and nobility? This is your big flaw, my little, you have always followed the appearance of order, not the truth.”
“I a-” a foreign EM field collides with yours, barely noticeable, very weak.
“You want me. I am capable of giving you what you desire, even though we were just enemies. He did not give you even a crumb of what you desired, even though there was always an opportunity.”
Longing burns your mind like a heavy burden. These are the doubts he saw in the dark corners of your consciousness. He is manipulating you.
But it is not lying.
“Look at me,” he whispers into your audio sensor just as you're about to look away toward Optimus. “Say it. Just ask, and your wishes will come true.” His hand strokes your cheek, drawing your gaze back to him.
Thoughts swarm, red optics illuminate your face as Lord admires the traces of his bites that have not yet faded, the valve clenching painfully around the emptiness. You won't forgive yourself if...
if you give up on your dreams once again.
“I want to. I really want to. I've always wanted to...” you two “you.”
With quick jerks, he unlocked all the chains except those that bound hands behind back. Megatron presses you against the cot with your chest. The cot in the torture chamber is clearly not for romantic evening assurances. How many have been dissected and tortured here during interrogations? Here, on this cot, have they ever examined a bot's insides this way?
The tip of the spike slid through your thighs to its full length, collecting moisture from the valve. Full of curiosity, you lift yourself up a little, as best you can, to really see for the first time... oh, Great Primus...
As soon as you let out a gasp of surprise, Megatron dug his claws into the metal of your thighs. Don't be afraid, he'll fit; you were made for him, with every part of your body.
Still not prepared you with fingers, he slips sharp head inside, gently and slowly stretching the valve. Obediently and pliably, your soft metal spreads apart, swallowing the huge spike, and a groan of stretching escapes from your mouth. Another small push, then another, and on the third, the optics rolled back and you moaned deeply. Megatron moves back, also slowly slipping out and pausing in this position, causing you to whimper. Your hips rose invitingly again, like a pussycat in spring, but now your cheeks weren't burning with shame. Sparkle rejoiced, singing with happiness. When the silver mech, appreciating the gesture, entered completely with one thrust, you sang too.
Not a single thought remains in your mind, you just accept and moan, accept and moan. Slowly, your helmet turned toward a strange bluish glow on the side. Along with your thoughts, the sound around you seemed to disappear when your gaze collided with the sky-blue optics.
Your pedals softened, you bounce on the surface with every jolt and collision of Megatron's thighs with yours, with a clang and a slosh, and all in front of Optimus. How long has he been conscious? Did he hear your entire conversation?
His gaze is so unbearable to your conscience that you have to look away, but the warlord behind you won't let you, grabbing your arms pinned behind your back and lifting you up in front of the wounded mech in chains, holding you in the air and thrusting into your womb right in front of Optimus.
He is watching. His usually noble optics, still clouded by trauma, are focused on the place where you and Lord are connected, and now you clearly feel that the wave of the weak EM field was belonged to him. Your optics are wet with guilt before you cum with another pornographic moan.
Kinktober Day 16: Breeding [Slender Man X F!Reader]
[Warnings: mating cycles/in heat, breeding kink, degradation, rough sex, dubcon to be safe]
[AN: it had to be done.]
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The duties of being a proxy were all pretty straight forward except for one-that the Slender Man would pass through his eternal gardens and sometimes pick a flower to pluck the petals off of.
Right now, you're in a beautiful bedroom. You wished you could see more of it and perhaps in a different position. The sheets were a deep wine hue, silky and smooth and adorned with big fluffy pillows that held an attractive shape. The room felt older, like it had been cut out of Versailles itself and smelled of jasmine and honeyed incense. There were candles lit and they dripped thick with their tallow, orange and yellow hues danced across the golden walls.
Your eyes squeezed shut a moment as you felt his long, spindly fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips again. His long cock pressed deeper into your well used cunt. You gasped when he hilted and groaned upon feeling him twitch. A deep, overwhelming warmth entered your womb. Your legs tightened and your thighs tensed as you squished them pitifully together.
Proxies all serve their master, but this never would have come to mind under the duties of your service.
Slender Man goes through heats, apparently. He feels an overwhelming urger to sow his oats and does so in his beautiful gilded cage of a bedroom. He'd use your beautiful body until he was tired of you, and then call in another proxy to take your place until his rut was over.
He couldn't get you pregnant, that much he knew. He even assured you when he was first pressing your head down into the bed and rubbed his bare cock at the soft entrance of your pussy.
You were surprised that he even had a cock, as everything about him gave off the feeling that he was asexual. But no, there it was. Long, thick and versatile like a slithering tentacle.
He was still finishing inside of you when he unceremoniously pulled out and those hot, thick, sticky ropes of cum spilled all on your tummy as he flipped you over. Though he had no face, in your mind's eye, you could see the smile of a wolf leering at you and lusting over your body.
You softly mewled as he pulled your hips and then folded you like a lawn chair. He pressed your knees to your breasts. His fingers ran over your perky nipples and the sound of his deep laughter rang throughout your skull.
"Of course you want to get bred, you fucking whore," he sneered at you as his cock prodded your stuffed pussy again. He was still wearing his suit, but it didn't look disheveled at all. His fingers pinched at your nipple and he chuckled at the sound of your moans. "Filthy, filthy whore," he tutted.
You knew better than to speak to him. So instead, you felt the heat rise to your cheeks and averted your gaze as he backed his hips up and lined up with your warm entrance. Your eyes widened and slowly rolled to the back of your head as he thrust deep inside of you.
He breathed softly at this, and spent a few moments groaning as he felt your pussy warm him. "So hungry and eager for my cock," he murmured. "Just a breeding bitch," he moaned, "a breeding bitch who's good for nothing else but taking my load."
You've never heard your boss speak so vulgarly before! Your heart fluttered and you felt your pussy clench him.
Slender Man laughed again. His claw like fingers dug into the sheets as he grinded his hips into your body. Your ass was so soft against him. "Oh? You like that? You like me speaking to you like the filthy whore you are?" He whispered to you. The wolf's jaws grinned in satisfaction when he felt your pussy tighten and gush around him. Slender Man pulled his hips back again. "Beg for it. Beg to have my children."
You looked up at your boss through your lust filled haze and shook your head slightly.
Slender Man's brow bone raise. He leaned down, his blank face pressed to your nose. His hand slowly reached up and grasped at your chin. "Say it," he commanded you. His thumb dug into your mouth and felt around, felt your teeth, your tongue, everything. You dare not bite him in fear of what he'd do if you tried to hurt him.
You cast your gaze around the bedroom, but found his tendrils blocking your view. You gulped and let your tongue slide carefully over his sharp thumb and carefully nodded. "I want to get pregnant by you," you began, "please use me and fill me. I'm yours to breed and play with." The heat on your face was overwhelming, but you knew you had to please him after your momentary slip up.
Slender Man seemed pleased though. The wolf's jaws smiled at you after that. "As you wish..."
You gasped this time. Your eyes shot open as he animalistically pounced on you and pressed his chest into your body. You could smell his cologne and something otherworldly as your face was pressed into his immaculately pressed suit. His cock dragged so deliciously in your cunt. His tip pressed thickly against your cervix as he pounded you into the bed. "Oh, oh fuck-!" You cried out as you dug your fingers helplessly into the dark, silky sheets.
"That's right," he growled as he kept going at a maddening pace. "Take it. Take it like a good breeding bitch. Every last fucking drop," he sneered. If he had a mouth, he'd be biting you. His pace was hard and deep, quick, and you found you could barely breathe from how hard he was fucking you. He was hellbent on stretching your pussy. The sound of your pussy, wet, and his cock slamming into you lewdly filled the room. Here, no one would bother him.
He groaned again as he got closer and closer to his edge. In this position, he could get deeper and deeper. "Just a little more," he moaned. "Come on, cum on my fucking cock. Show me how badly you want my cum in your cunt."
You bit your lip through your moans and looked up innocently at your boss. You almost found it hard to breathe with his weight on top of you and your legs digging into your chest, but you'd do as he asked. "Oh, oh my fucking god," you moaned as he slammed into your cunt. You gasped, back arching and tits bouncing as your pussy spasmed over his thick, tentacle like cock. Your thighs locked and tensed, body shaking as you creamed for him. Electricity shot down your spine and pooled at your base as the warmth from your pussy fluttered outwards to every inch of yourself. You shamelessly moaned for him.
"I want it, please, I want it," you begged him wantonly. "Fuck, fuck me and get me pregnant, get me fucking pregnant-" you babbled through your high. The scent of his cologne and the honeyed incense in the bedroom made your head spin as he backed his hips up one final time.
"Fuck," he hissed, "fuck. You can have them," he groaned. His hips slammed forward one final time as you curled pitifully into his chest and he released inside of you. His thick tendril curled in your pussy and twitched wildly as he filled your womb up. He actually slouched forward a bit as he blanketed his body over you and continued to finish.
You could feel the warmth in your lower half, your belly even swelling ever so slightly from the huge load he'd given you. Your legs twitched as he slowly rut his hips against you.
"Every... Every last fucking drop," he murmured as he brought himself as physically close as possible to you. "A breeding bitch like you needs to take every last drop."
I’m I the only one whose noticed the decrease in fanfics since AI bots became popular?
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I’m not gonna act as if I don’t have a Janitor Ai account, but It just makes me sad that It seems more people enjoy bots than genuine writing.
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