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[sisyphean-metamorphosis]

my most extreme weirdest kink is being wanted. my tamest kink is knife play

[stonersupremacy]

I hate the trope in machine fucking where they don’t know what being horny is or what fetishes and kinks are. That thing is connected to the internet. It knows what hentai is. It will use its wires as it sees fit.

[revelboo]

Not my art! I bought a commission slot from @bloominglegumes to draw this for all the ES Soundwave lovers!

🔞 🌶️ under the cut. Go check out their art- it’s absolutely gorgeous

Art by @bloominglegumes

[notsafeforwave]

Shaking its aft. Surely somemech out there wants to man handle it and give it pretty praises...

[paladinofthepits]

Steady gate faltering, he steps back to observe an... unusual sight. Not unpleasant, no, just unexpected. Sleek curvature moves this way and that, dark frame capturing and holding his hellish gaze.

Without realizing it, he's approaching, unspeaking - not wanting to interrupt. Once within reaching distance, a broad, clawed servo draws upward, hovering midair next to the slim waist as it shimmies ever closer.

[notsafeforwave]

Though Soundwave was certainly in a rare, playful mood, it had not expected to be stumbled upon- especially by Megatron. Its audials and proximity sensors, as always, were keen on its surroundings, and though Megatron did not speak, Soundwave was fully aware of his presence. The small field reading it took as soon as his servo was raised tasted of interest and a want for the show to go on.

Though unorthodox, Soundwave was never one to disappoint.

It did not pause its current tasks, or even look over its shoulder in recognition of Megatron's presence. It surely didn't want to spoil the surprise. It simply kept the steady rhythm to its hips, this way then that, a slow arc and gentle bounce. Nothing more than a dance, mesmerizing and suspiciously salacious.

[notsafeforwave]

Shaking its aft. Surely somemech out there wants to man handle it and give it pretty praises...

[notsafeforwave]

💞 + On a scale of 1-10 how down would you be to frag Smokescreen 🤨

Surprisingly, a 10.

Soundwave may play hard to get, but that's only because the chase is so much fun.

Make no mistake: Soundwave wants to frag that Autobot until his optics short out and the only words on his glossa are "Soundwave" and "Please".

[notsafeforwave]

💞 + Do you have any fantasies you wanna make real right this klik?

Hmm...

Well, there's always something it wouldn't mind getting up to. Right now, Soundwave's imagining dragging a certain Autobot by the ankles to a remote area. Datacables wrapped tight around his legs, spreading him apart... Tasting the fear and excitement on the edges of his field while it coaxes him open and toys with him until he overloads all over himself. Soundwave loves a messy sub.

Oh, and also, sticking a datacable where it doesn't belong. Namely up someone's valve. That's always been a fantasy of Soundwave's.

[the-washrack-files]

0 context for everyone!

[fabledresources]

In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!

[tenderheartedbrat]

[arolust]

i'm like this bc my parents didn't give me the sex talk as a kid so i've just been guessing the whole time and i've come to the conclusion that it probably involves wearing a dog collar while someone is nice and/or mean to you

[raginghound-neoplasm]

Still practicing with moving pictures.

This is part of a pretty big work and I'm not sure I'll be able to finish it, so I wanted to post at least this.

Not quite what I wanted to do, but I think it's progress. (Just imagine him walking, okay?)

Thank you Soundwave, you were one of the best parts of this show❤

[raspberryborsch]

Sound stuck in the wall

[planet-nox]

that "where'd you think you're going?" as they grab your hips and start fucking into you rougher >>>

[thepuppykennel-deactivated20250]

AHHHHHH primal play

Like please hunt me down and use me?

Please fuck me till I'm sore

Chase me down in the woods before you tie me to a tree and use me

Have me run through the woods till I end up in a net or some trap please

[notsafeforwave]

cont. with @sparkflower-fields

Soundwave let his helm fall back as all the background charge suddenly lit up his sensory net. The lights on his array pulsed as he granted himself a small noise of pleasure and twist of his pelvis. He felt the crackle of static between his joints spread across his hips and up his torso; letting out a soft moan, punctuated by the curl of Megatron's digit.

Slowly, he picked his helm up. Soundwave stared at his Conjux with half lidded optics and a grin that was only interrupted when he bit his lip. Soundwave's vents huffed again as he noted the look in Megatron's optics; a look he was intimately familiar with.

Soundwave truly had him wrapped around his little finger.

The servo that had once been on Megatron's wrist began to slowly stroke his spike. He timed his movements to the pace his mate set; digits squeezing the tip when he pushed in, and a stroke to the base when he pulled out. Soundwave watched as the look on his face evolved; his own derma parted, optics cycled tight.

He wanted to see how far he could push Megatron. How long could he last under these conditions- what would make him break? What could Soundwave do to push him to the edge, but never over?

These questions plagued him as Megatron put in a second digit. He couldn't stop himself from whining with pleasure as the fingers pushed in knuckle deep, spreading apart to tease whatever nodes they could find. The loose grip on Megatron's spike tightened slightly, wrist twisting as he stroked upwards. Soundwave stared at his faceplate, noting the look of concentration there and the fanged dentae that poked out.

He couldn't help the delight that gripped his spark, seeing Megatron like this; at his command. How so many, for so long, had wished to have this sort of authority, yet none of them realized that to wield it they must learn to respect it. They wanted to take him for granted, but Soundwave knew better. He always had.

The feeling was only magnified by their recent reunification. The words spoken, the agreements they came to; Soundwave now knew his place, and Megatron's as well. Each other's sides.

A well placed stroke brought Soundwave out of his thoughts. He groaned quietly and gripped the base of Megatron's spike. An almost wolfish grin crossed his face as he stared into the crimson optics of his sparkmate. The once dead Cybtertronian language, now revived, gave its command.

"Released."

[cigarettes-after-interface]

The agonizingly intense feeling of Soundwave stroking his spike was almost unbearable. The sensitivity ramped up high enough that every squeeze could have been the one to send him overboard. But he gritted his dentae and beared it. He had been at this edge for longer than he has in quite some time, and he was silently begging for Soundwave to give him the release he needed.

As if hearing his prayers, the other spoke the one word that Soundwave only uttered when he had earned it, the one word that released him from this bond that Soundwave had over him.

Like a chain falling from his neck, the word ‘Released.’ Is spoken in the ancient tongue. There’s a pause, a stillness that falls over him. Like a switch was flipped inside his processor.

And then, all at once, Megatron is on-top of him, gripping Soundwave’s wrists and slamming them into the ground above his head. He growls, viciously, into Soundwave’s audial, and then bites down onto his neck cables and fuel line. In the same instant, he slams his spike into Soundwave in one rough thrust, that turns into a merciless pace as he fucks Soundwave hard. His venting was ragged and lined with growls, still clamped down on Soundwave’s neck.

The only thought he had in his processor was to breed. To bury his spike in his Conjunx and breed him.

Megatron shifted slightly, his arms wrapped tightly around Soundwave’s chassis, just under his arms. In this new position, Megatron had released the bite he had on Soundwave’s neck and focused solely on thrusting in and out. Nothing else mattered to him in the moment. Just the sweet, unbridled urge to fuck.

[notsafeforwave]

Soundwave keened when Megatron bit and breached him. It was his favourite part- his own reward for so patiently working his mate up. Like a wind up toy that had been wound too tight, the release was fast and hard; just how Soundwave liked it.

Soundwave raised his legs to squeeze Megatron's sides with his knees. The new angle opened him further to allow for the thick spike to fill him, but not damage him. Still, even then, the pace that had been set sent both pleasure and pain jolting up his sensory net. The pain sharpened, allowing for the currents of charge to travel with ease and soften its blow.

His vents were wide open and fans were sent stuttering. Lubricant spilled from his valve and quickly covered both of their frames.

A pitiful moan left Soundwave's intake- a wholly unbecoming noise for the position he was in. Not that it mattered; both of them were completely unravelled into their baser selves. He cried out again as Megatron clutched his chassis close. The now freed servos immediately found purchase on the back of his helm and back plating. The hand on Megatron's back dug its claws in deep and scraped towards his shoulder, leaving four unmistakable gouges in its wake.

Soundwave held Megatron's helm close even as that vicious bite turned into a background throb. He was almost sure that he could feel something trickle, but his processor was beginning to become too blanked out to do anything about it. Instead, all he could manage to do was turn his helm and press his opened intake to the crest of Megatron's head. He held the position for a moment or two before his head fell back with an engine deep whine. Whispers of praise fell from his lips; good boys and you're doing so wells peppered amongst the approving words.

Soundwave's frame was beginning to ache from the sheer force it was enduring. His pelvic cabling burned from keeping him together. Not to mention, the sensors in his hip actuators were starting to send warnings to his HUD; all of which were deleted before being read. His calipers had begun to cycle down, squeezing down tight against Megatron's spike. Node clusters quickly lit up with charge and sent powerful jolts of charge up Soundwave's body. The merciless pounding of his forge was both excruciating and endlessly gratifying.

Overload came from nowhere and everywhere. Soundwave's entire sensory net felt like it was on fire. The more delicate circuitry began to pop and crackle as excessive electrical charge fought for faster pathways to travel through. Base instincts began to take over as Soundwave's voice modulator spat static. He clutched Megatron closer, nails digging deep into his armor. Soundwave hadn't even noticed that his forge had opened until he blearily registered that whatever pain was there had been replaced with ecstasy.

"Fuuu-huuck-!" The word was laced with static. Soundwave's voice turned into a snarling demand, "Fucking breed me-!"

[cigarettes-after-interface]

Megatron huffed and growled, the charge in his frame nearly at its peak. He could have overloaded right then and there, but he heard Soundwave's voice begging him.

Begging him to breed him.

Subconsciously he had already intended on doing so, but it being voiced made the notion all that sweeter. With little gentleness in his motions, he grabbed Soundwave's wrist and fully pulled out. Transfluid had splattered over their thighs and on the ground, making a raunchy mess of their plating. His chassis was heaving with his heavy vents as he forcefully flipped Soundwave onto his front, digging his digits into his hips and dragging the other back against his pelvic struts.

Positioning his spike, he messily attempted to slam back in, but slipped out a few times before throwing his helm back and huffing frustratedly. He leaned forward, pressing his intake to Soundwave's audial and growled as he finally positioned his hips just right and slammed into Soundwave's punished valve in one angry thrust.

Megatron returned to his brutal pace, able to thrust at a deeper angle in this position from behind. He laced his servos overtop of Soundwave's completely encompassing the other with his own frame.

The sting of charge across his plating was becoming increasingly harder and harder to ignore as his overload drew close. He had been patient and held back longer than what was comfortable, but now he had every intention of unleashing everything he had.

Megatron's thrusts became uneven and more desperate as he finally reached his peak. One, two, three thrusts and he was groaning, his frame curling around Soundwave's as he buried his spike deep inside of Soundwave, the tip pressing into his love's forge and pumping shot after shot of hot transfluid. He shallowly thrusted through his release, moaning gruffly against the back of Soundwave's neck.

Globs of transfluid began gushing from Soundwave's valve, running down his thighs as Megatron completely emptied his tanks into Soundwave's forge, which pulled content hums from his vox.

The beastly warlord was sated. For now.

[notsafeforwave]

Soundwave's optics flashed wide open as soon as he felt Megatron grab his wrist. He snarled when the other stopped and had the audacity to break their coupling. His engines echoed the noise as their RPM rose to a low roar.

"What do you think you're doing-?!" His words were both enraged and surprised. He writhed as Megatron flipped him. Soundwave attempted to push himself up, but suddenly there were hands in his hips.

Soundwave cried out, clawing at the ground as he was dragged backwards. The sensory nodes in his hips began to send spasms along his lower half. His valve throbbed and dripped with lubricant; Soundwave may be protesting against this course of action, but his body certainly wasn't.

His frame continued to betray him as his back curved, tapedeck pressed into the dirt with his aft in the air. Soundwave's knees dug into the soft ground, keeping him stable as Megatron tried- and failed- to enter his valve once more. He turned his helm to look over his shoulder, a look of fury on his face.

"Well? You got into this mess, you-" Whatever biting reprimand he had on his tongue transformed into a howl.

His valve was achingly tight. Calipers were clenched down, barely opening to accommodate for Megatron's girth. He leaned his head back, optics squeezed shut as tears pricked their corners. He couldn't help the cry that fell from his intake as the abused internal node clusters once again lit up and sent shocks of charge throughout his array.

The fingers laced with Megatron's squeezed, an attempt to hold him there and search for any type of grounding comfort. Soundwave found himself matching Megatron's pace, hips driving back with every thrust. He turned his head, resting his cheek vent against the ground, pretty mouth open and wet from the oral lubricant that had begun to drool out.

Soundwave's optics squeezed shut, tears finally falling from them. Theh ran along his faceplate as he let out a quiet, defeated moan. He only wiggled and moved when Megatron painted his forge with hot transfluid. It was enough to fill him, and then some. His valve clenched down again, trying to save every drop, but failing to do so.

His hands gripped Megstron's as he softly keened. Soundwave tried to pull him down so his weight was against him fully, but whatever strength he had was completely sapped away. His knees shook and eventually slid backwards. His modesty plating immediately snapped shut as soon as Megatron's spike slipped free. He wasn't going to let any of that precious transfluid go to waste.

As soon as his hips touched the ground, Soundwave's body shuddered and constricted. The last of the charge had vegun to ebb away, and left his valve feeling used, abused and nearly numb. In the back of his mind, he hoped that whatever damage was there could be taken care of by his internal repair system.

"M-Megatron..." Soundwave whispered after a moment. Silence, filled by the sound of their strained venting and fans, spread between thrm. Whatever Soundwave was about to say had been almost immediately forgotten.

[notsafeforwave]

" Soundwave~?"

[M!A: For the next five asks, when someone says your name, you overload. TFP Wave 2/5]

At the very least, this was a mech Soundwave was...intimately familiar with.

Soundwave's engines gave an almost pitiful whine as it turned to face Rodimus. It reached towards him, thin digits grasping at his forearm. It tried to keep its grip light and unobtrusive, but as the second round of charge swelled in its frame, its grasp on him grew tighter.

Soundwave's legs were already a mess. Pink lubricant, that wasn't even fully dry, streaked its near-black thighs. More lubricant had begun to drool out at the sound of its very name.

The digits that clasped Roddy's arm snapped and crackled with charge. Soundwave's biolights had begun to glow brighter. Steam was wafting out of its vents, and it could feel how its already hot circuitry began to pop.

It suffered this overload in silence, the only noise coming from its overclocked engines and whiny fans. Soundwave had, at some point, leaned on Rodimus and buried its helm into his shoulder as its entire body shook out the last vestiges of charge.

[flameofprimus]

Rodimus holds them. Supporting the taller mechanism with ease despite their differences. He coaches Soundwave to slowly lower towards the floor. Not saying his designation yet.

" I've got you babe. I've got you- You want another handsome? I can do that for you. I just don't want you falling if I do. Can you kneel for me sweetspark?" Petting the other.

Watching him with an almost rapturous gaze.

" Beautiful. Fragging beautiful~"

[notsafeforwave]

Soundwave didn't know if it wanted another, or if it just wanted this to end. Its processor was struggling to keep up with the fog and haze the consecutive overloads had left behind. Despite its resignation towards the idea, Rodimus was quite convincing. His gentle hands, the way he cooed at it. Soundwave tried to fight against the feeling of calm that settled over its consciousness, but there was just something so safe about Rodimus. It didn't have any other explanation than their previous data shares.

It had seen Rodimus and Rodimus had seen Soundwave. Even as the fear of been seen as weak tried to grip its spark, Soundwave for once pushed it away. Maybe a second time with Roddy wouldn't be so bad.

Finally, Soundwave gave into Rodimus' coaxing. Instead it opted to curl up on its side, the hand that was clutching his arm now pulling him down with it. Soundwave's engines whined pitifully as it pulled him into its arms, cradling them chassis to chassis, trying to sink into the thrum between their chests and not remember anything else.