Your post about Devcon is so true. Also yes he is so hot, the idea of him catching his target who played a flirty game of cat&mouse for eons... Anyway your writings make me bite my pillow with love
ANON I'M DOING THIS FOR YOU AND ME!!!
"Target" GN BOT Reader x Devcon.
Summary: A bounty hunter finally catches his most sought-after target. Or Devcon full Nelson's Con reader and punishes their valve.
Genre/Theme: Smut scenario ๐
Warnings: MDNI, Dubcon, Rough sex, hate sex
Pronouns: You, Your, You're
Notes: GN Decepticon reader, Devcon's a little mean to reader but you're his long time bounty target and you've got a love hate thing going on. (You're a bit mean to him back anyway.)
Devcon frankly couldn't believe he had you in his lap like this. You- his longest evading target. You, the Con, who he would go actual vorns without seeing even a glimpse of. You, who would taunt and play with Devcon like he wasn't always half a nanoklick from catching and deactivating you. You who would smile at him and taunt him. And you who made his sparkdamn array heat up to a near purge inducing amount.
And you who knew exactly how badly he wanted you and still managed to get away from him every time.
But not this time.
It was luck that managed to finally let him catch you- Devcon knew, and he bet you did too. You were in some abandoned building on a planet he couldn't even recall the name of. And Devcon was sitting on some scrap with your back trapped against the front of his frame. Devcon hadn't waited to snap an inhibitor collar around your wrist, immediately locking you out of your weapons system. His servos finding and yanking the manual release on your modesty panel so forcibly he half thinks he may have broken it.
Now he's got two digits shoved into your valve while you're cursing and squirming in his unrelenting hold. Your mouth is still moving, and Devcon knows you're trying to make him slip up still. So he ignores your words and focuses on how you still readily open up under his rough treatments. And Devcons pulling his digits out when a biting remark from you makes his temper flare and his array suddenly twice as busy.
Devcon's modesty panel is sliding out of the way as soon as his spike bumps against it. He hoists you up further in his grip and hooks his arms under both of your knee junctures, and he forces you to bend in his hold. You grunt when Devcon practically folds you in half, and you bark out he needs you functional if he's gonna collect that reward! Devcon let's himself huff a laugh. "You're mistaken Con-" his pressurized spike slots against the folds of your valve, you jolt feeling him throb against you. "This is my reward." Devcon shifts you up on his hips and his spike head catches on your valve entrance.
"And my long overdue one-!" Devcon snaps his hips and pushes his spike inside your valve. Immediately sinking half his spike length inside and biting back the groan that wants to sound out of his chassis. You tense and jerk in his grasp, and Devcon just holds your frame firm in his grip, refusing to let you go when he finally had you right where he wanted you. He wasn't about to let you get away from him again so easily. You squeeze down on him, and Devcon slides you down the rest of his spike. His aerial engine purring when a venty sigh escapes you.
You grunt when Devcon begins drags his spike out of you, only to bury back to base inside your valve while snapping your frame against his hips. Your spike properly pressurizes, and your valve starts lubricating more the longer Devcon keeps making you take his spike. Soon, he's properly snapping his hips, and your valve starts making a dirty wet sound every time he buries back inside you. Your servos are denting your digit pad imprints into Devcon's gauntlets from your own grip on him.
Devcon's panting and huffing near your audial. "You fragging no good ingrate criminal. I should break your modesty panel after this when I drag you to be served. So everyone knows just how you'd been punished for your crimes-"
You manage to get out that Devcon would really let everyone know what a filthy deviant he was? The bounty hunter Autobot Devcon, stuffing his poor targets valves with his spike and transfluid?
"Be quiet!" Devcon slammed his spike down to base, his engine revving when you cried out in response. "I didn't say you could speak-! I'm your judge, jury, and punisher right now. And I'm barely getting started with you!" Devcon has to grit his jaw when you tighten down further on him. His servos gripping your legs harder, and he starts bottoming out faster. Your paint getting utterly ruined by streaks of Devcon's own blue and silver.
Devcon wasn't going to stop till he ruined more than just your paint.
Devcon curses vigorously under his vents and folds you further in his grip. His own frame bending over your own and bucking furiously. You squeeze down on him because that's all you can do when Devcon has you pinned in his hold and at his mercy. Devcon's spike now punishing your ceiling node every time he buried himself back inside your valve. "Take it- take it-!" Devcon grits out of his clenched jaw, and you have to use every ounce of your willpower not to overload before him while he's pounding your valve. Frag! Devcon could pin you and take your dignity, but you weren't about to give him the satisfaction of overloading first!
Devcon strikes your ceiling node hard enough that you have to bite back a genuine shout. And then all you do is start praying to Primus to let you outlast Devcon! Pleases start repeating in your helm to a God you know has not been kind to you, to at least let you have this one thing! Seriously! Just this one thing!
Your spikes bouncing in the air every time Devcon bounces you back down his spike. And your spike heads practically weeping pre lubricant now- Devcon's optics catch the light pink of it dripping on your and even Devcon's own thighs. You're groaning and gasping, and your helm actually lolls back. You're getting louder, and so is he, and he's not going to last when you start making noises like that!
And then you start begging- Repeatedly muttering "Please-" under your vents with the pleading only getting louder. Devcon's repeated thrusts now, basically forcing the word out of your vocalizor. Your cries for mercy should not be making his overload rapidly rear its helm. But it was, and Devcon can feel his spark pounding against his own chassis and his spike throbbing inside you.
Devcon growls before bottoming out one last time and also uses his strength to force your frame downwards in his lap. Your valve clenches down on his throbbing spike, and he overloads inside you. Devcon groans when you overload right after him- your valve now milking his spike. His designation tumbles out of your mouth when he slowly grinds his hips against you during his overload. And Devcon has to fight not to immediately buck up at what's practically the begging sound for him on your glossia. He couldn't let you know you just saying his designation like that affected him that badly.
So Devcon waits until a klick or so passes before he finally does start moving again.
You grunt and ask what he's doing- "Didn't you hear me? I'm barely getting started with your punishment." Devcon tries and fails to ignore the heated delight that curls in his frame when you keen in his grip when he pushes forward again. His spike is forcing his own transfluid out of your valve with a sloppy sound. "I've got a long overdue list of punishments you need to take from me, you dirty criminal. So you better get comfortable with my spike stuffing your valve. Because I'm not letting you up till you've been properly punished and ready to repent for your crimes." Devcon wanted to break your sorry processor, so the only thing out of your mouth would be apologizes and his designation. Till not a single thought of criminal activity or Decepticon intent was left in your frame.
You grunt when he starts thrusting again, and Devcon can't help getting excited when your valve tentatively flutters around his spike.
He was built for long-term trips and journeys. Devcon had enough stamina he could keep going till he broke you proper and then some.