Consider the very dubious and very mind bending and molding of transformers animated shockwave with his little captive reader from safe in the dark to find out dear reader was sparked?
⚠️ sparked reader, very dubc0n, delusions and a lot of mind fuckery 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️
Cherished
TFA Longarm x reader, TFA Shockwave x Reader
• You’re such a delight to play with. Even after learning the truth, that he is your beloved Longarm, you’d simply ignored reality. Kept trying to pretend that you don’t know. That he and Longarm aren’t one and the same. Created your own truth. It’s what makes him love you. That when he’d been so certain you’d finally break, you’d clung desperately to your delusions instead. Ignoring the truth for a lie that’s easier for you to accept. And he’s indulged you. Playing house, bonding you, loving you as Longarm. Pretending because it amuses him.
• Sucking in a shuddering breath when arms come around you from behind, panic claws at you seeing those, sharp servos. His servos as your heart goes racing. “My love,” he growls and you can’t breathe, gasping shallowly as you’re pulled back into a hard chassis. “What’s wrong?” He whispers in your ear. “You’re shaking.” And you shudder, muddled as the soft, familiar rasp of his voice sinks into you. Not Shockwave, but Longarm and you force a nervous laugh. Looking down at the familiar hands and arms around you. Reaching up and back to cup the side of his face as your heart just keeps racing.
• “I think I dozed off on my feet,” you lie, voice tremulous as his mouth opens against your neck, back in his Longarm disguise to play. “Sorry about worrying you,” you add nervously as his hands slide against you, delving under the loose robe to find skin. Walking you toward the plush bed he’d found you for your little habsuite, he presses against your back and you drape your upper body against the mattress, his arm hooked under you and servos stroking as you make a soft noise, growing slick for him. “I missed you,” you add as he groans.
• “You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” he soothes and his familiar voice and the weight and heat of his frame leashes the bright panic bubbling away inside you. “You’re mine,” he adds, voice dipping to a growl, the sound stringing you tight. He’s not Shockwave. Sometimes he just sounds like Shockwave. You love him. He loves you, rescued you from Shockwave. Clinging to that thought with desperate ferocity, your mind shies away from the disjointed wrongness of it. Feel his spike release to pressurize against you as he flips your robe out of the way.
• You make a low, needy sound as he presses inside you, the tendrils uncoiling from around his spike to tease you as his hips roll. Bracing himself over you, he tugs at your robe, pulling it off and for a moment, you resist. Not wanting him to bond you. To see the real him you hide from and pretend away. “Let me love you,” he coaxes and you let him strip you, chassis brushing your back as he thrusts. And you jolt when he snares you in his spark, dragging you under as you whimper Longarm’s name. Wanting the illusion to protect you and it’s so sweet. Lazily moving against you as he hungrily engulfs your fragile light, he pulls at you. Asking. It’s become his new favorite game, trying to get you to submit and allow him to spark you. To prove how much you love Longarm.
• He’s everywhere and you’re drowning in him as he coaxes. Longarm’s voice and Shockwave’s twining together. Crooning how much they love you. That you’re theirs and you’re so tired. Feel that pull aching through you, making you want to give in. And everything’s confused in your head. “We’re going to be a happy family,” he growls in your ear and you’re not sure whose voice it is but you latch onto the happy part. “Don’t you want that?” Do you? Giving in to that pull as you come apart, you whimper as he flinches at your back like you shocked him and you feel him shudder with a groan as he overloads and that coaxing pull shifts. Feel him rooting around inside you, pulling at the protected heart of you. Trying to get inside your defenses as something shifts.
• You let him spark you. The delicious, obscene shock of it almost has him off balance. Hadn’t really thought he even could. Shrugging off his Longarm persona, he settles against your back. Lost in the slick heat of your body gripping his spike and the intoxicating feel of your light trapped in his. Head brushing yours, your shoulders hunch, face turning away when you realize it’s him not your beloved Longarm. Chuckling, his clawed servos find and interlace with your fingers. “Don’t be that way, my love.” He croons, pitching the words in Longarm’s voice. “We’re going to be happy, remember?” And you whisper Longarm’s name under your breath even though he’s the one inside you, the one that claimed and sparked you. “That’s right,” he growls, annoyed even as he plays along. “I’m here.”
Shockwave fantasizing of sparking the human,and having a whole ass den of sparklings with em...
But his Alter Ego Longarm who throws shade on him at any chance he gets inside his head...
I like to think the shock of finding himself so inlove with a human made SHOCKWAVE have a breakdown that now he can see like illusicion of Longarm in his head who bullies him-
What you think of this @transformers-spike ?,it be hilarious!-
What if tfa longarm roleplaying as a decepticon but OH NO :))) SHOCKWAVE BE UPON YE
🤣 you read my mind. I actually have something similar planned for his actual story. Kinda non-c0n. Reader is in love with his Longarm persona, and scared of him
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Roleplay
Longarm/ Shockwave
• “I can’t, little one,” Longarm growls, head turning as he looks to the door to Shockwave’s habsuite. Because you know you’re playing a dangerous game. That the Autobot spy is risking so much to keep sneaking you supplies, food and water. Knowing what Shockwave will do to him if he finds out and that you’re not Longarm’s problem. “I’ve been here too long already.” But over the months of his visits, he’s become a friend. Then more. A lover. And you pull him down, mouth covering his. Sneaking moments with him whenever you can.
• “Don’t leave me with him,” you whisper against his mouth and you’re such a delight to play with. “Please?” Begging ‘Longarm’ to steal you away. Curling his arms around you, he drags you into his frame. The softness and scent of you going straight to his spike. Nudging your head with his helm, he wonders if you’ll cry again. Servos flexing against your hip, he cups your face in his other hand. Trying to decide how much longer to string you along, to keep promising to steal you away. Because he’s looking forward to that final playoff. “Can you at least stay a little longer?” You ask, eyes wet.
• “You’re going to get us both caught, my love.” He whispers, a servo sliding against your cheek as he walks you back to your berth. And you sit when the back of your legs hit the edge, one of his arms bracing over you as his mouth brushes against yours again. When you grab his chassis and tug at him, he doesn’t resist. Climbing up with you and hooking an arm around you to pull you further up the little berth. How many of these rendezvous have you two had? His servos stripping you as he shifts over you, feeling him cup you. “But you’re worth the risk,” he growls, a servo spearing into you, stroking. Know he can’t just steal you, not while he’s still trying to get intel from Shockwave. That rescuing you would compromise his mission.
• Smiling as you arch for him with a needy cry, he’s strokes you until you’re whimpering his name. Well, Longarm’s. That bothering him more than he likes, because you’re his. He’s the one you’ve been dragging to your berth, the one who’s claimed you, rutted against you and filled you over and over. And he’s toyed with the idea of bonding you, of claiming you fully. Because you love Longarm. “Please,” you moan and he smiles indulgently. “I need you.”
• All too soon he slips his servo free, but then he’s freeing his spike and shifting over you. Breath hitching as he stretches you with a growl, moving against you, hips pumping. “Would you bond with me? I don’t care about the mission, only you,” he growls venting raggedly, optics holding your eyes. “I can’t lose you.” Don’t really know what all that entails, but you don’t care. Want this, want him. To feel safe and loved. To go to sleep in his arms and never have to be afraid of Shockwave again.
• “I’m already yours,” you whimper, little hands clinging to him. Moving against you a little harder, hips snapping against you, eager to claim you. To see the look on your face. And you hook your legs around him, moaning Longarm’s name right before you tighten on him, crying out as you fist his spike and he overloads to fill you, hips still rocking against you before he shifts his plating against you, snares you in his spark. Wrapping himself around your lovely light, demanding and you’re so in love, so overwhelmed, you submit completely and it’s a delicious shock. Groaning, he lifts his chassis enough to sever the bond before you can go digging in his memories and realize.
• “My sweet, little mate,” he growls, rutting against you, spike stroking deep as you stare up at him and he smiles. “So trusting,” he says and the words are wrong. You know that voice and you go cold all over. Breath catching as Longarm’s face changes. Twisting and reshaping into Shockwave’s and his helm tips as you stare, frozen in horror and he groans as he overloads inside you again. “I love you so much,” he croons, clawed servos cupping your cheek. Realizing he’s been screwing with you this whole time, amusing himself with giving you false hope and a tear slides down your cheek. “And I’m keeping you forever, little one.”
i looooove that post you wrote about tfa shockwave... GOD yes, he'd be such a creepy little fucker. would genuinely LOVE to hear more about this, if you have anymore thoughts on him.
But of course uwu
He's surprisingly shy, all things considered. I'm not sure if anyone here knows that game Date Everything? I imagine him somewhat like Hector, but worse.
He's braver when you can't see him, when you don't have a face or name to connect him with. Soon the gifts become notes, written in the finest human lettering he can muster (which comes out a bit scratchy, actually). In them, he fawns over you. He talks of your shining optics, your soft helm fluff. Soon it becomes a deep introspection of how your squishy body might feel underneath him. How your cries might sound to his audials.
Of course, he can never say this to your face. He can't do anything when face to face with you as Longarm without embarrassing himself. Maybe he can choke out a word or two, but then he has to leave ASAP to recover.
Express fear or worry about the weird notes you're being left, and Longarm is so sympathetic. He promises to keep you safe, because as much as he savours your wide-eyed terror, your trust in him makes him just as gooey inside.
Longarm having the softest curves ever. He's also sensitive when you touch his tummy, thighs or chest, which makes him squirm and whimpers whenever you poke him or bite him there. Not to mention him having a very plump and tight valve, whether you put a spike in there or a finger, almost as if when you cum in him he'll make sure all of it stays inside of his stomach before you can pull out since his valve feels like it's sucking you
Been watching tfa and cryptid boy shockwave is on the mind...he's so *shape* you can't tell me he's got smth freaky going down at the panel, (cryptid spike anyone?)
Think we can wiggle in a little spice scenario for the big guy? 😏
Sure 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️
Plaything
TFA Longarm/Shockwave x Reader
• Immediately kicking when servos wrap around your ankle and you’re dragged backwards, your heart is racing even after you look back and realize it’s only Longarm, not your captor. Not Shockwave. “Sorry,” he rasps apologetically, a big hand sliding up your spine before he cages you, head lowering so his mouth can brush your neck and shoulder. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, little one.” Can feel the heat of his frame against you, smell the spiced, metallic musk of him and you hate that he smells like Shockwave, but then you guess they all smell like that. Alien.
• Reluctantly making himself play the game, he eases back to sit on his legs even though his spike is aching to be released. You’re so fun to play with. To string along. And so in love with him. Well, with Longarm. “I thought you weren’t coming back,” you say, voice uncertain and he reaches to gather you into his arms, pressing his mouth against the top of your head. Feels you press your mouth against his chin, the mesh of his neck in soft kisses and you’re grabbing his chassis to shift and straddle him. Reacting the same way you always do when he ignores you for a few days. So needy.
• “You don’t need to,” he rumbles and you kiss his neck, shimmying to start stripping. Needing him. His warmth and safety and to feel something besides fear. Know your body isn’t what he’s after, but it’s all you have to bargain with. To trade for his promise to free you once he has evidence of what Shockwave is doing so that he can be stopped once and for all. ‘Please,’ you whisper against him and his big hands are on you, helping strip you. Grounding you with the feel of him.
• Venting to pull your scent deep, you lift up, mouth against his and it’s a relief to free his spike. No matter how good his Autobot disguise is, that’s all him and you gasp into his mouth when one of the tendrils warped around his spike unfurls to slide against you, tunneling inside that slick heat. “Soon. I’m so close,” he whispers, frame straining. Letting you believe he means close to rescuing you. Tendrils sliding against your thighs, teasing your skin, you both groan when you sink down on his spike to take him deep.
• Shivering as those tendrils coil and slide over you when you move against him to ride his spike, your breath catches feeling one squirm inside you. Sometimes they caress you like this, sometimes they stay coiled around his spike to make it burn faintly when he stretches you. And he’s shifting against you with a growl, laying you back as his hips pump and you wrap your legs around his waist. Soon isn’t soon enough, but right now you’re safe with Longarm. There’s no monster, only him and you. Feel his mouth brush against your temple as he growls that you’re his and you’re coming apart with a cry as he snarls and fills you. Hiding your face against his neck, you know your mind is playing tricks on you, but for a second he sounded almost like Shockwave. Shivering, you feel him begin to move inside you again, the soft ridges on the underside of his spike rubbing inside you as they swell slightly.
