#idw soundwave

[drabbletron]

Winding Down: Soundwave X Reader SMUT

|| This one is for @revelboo! I have never written Soundwave before, but I'd like to think he's very much in it for his partner's pleasure over his own. He'll get his later anyway. Always does. Enjoy! ||

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Your sex is soft and wet against his servos as they trace light figure eights against your clit. With his mask retracted Soundwave continues to swallow your gasping whines of his name, deeply satisfied that you’re letting yourself relax against him after a long week of work. It’s time you rest and let him take care of you. His thoughts reach out to you and sift through the muddled haze of pleasure to see a stream of things you’ve been meaning to do, tasks that he himself will take on while you’re asleep. It’s mainly cleaning and maintaining the home, but it will be done no matter how small or large. You deserve it.

Finally, your third climax rolls around, and he cuddles closer to your shaking body amid the pillows and blankets of the berth, helping you ride it out until you fall slack. How long has it been since you’ve been on the receiving end of care like that? Too long from the feel your limbs, like lead against the cushions. You can’t even form a sentence from how blissed out you are and you’re pretty sure you look like a mess, mouth kiss bruised and voice hoarse from crying out. Still, when you do turn to address your lover, you can feel the simple joy radiating off of him. He’s always been that way with you though.

Ever the attentive one, Soundwave prides himself on knowing others. From your tells to even your thoughts, nothing is hidden from him. It was frightening at first, an eerie sensation that always made you feel watched, even when he wasn’t in the same room. Hooks snagged in you from some far away place that you were only vaguely aware of. But now, you never feel abandoned because you’re never truly alone with him. He’s a rock in the storm and you’re grateful to have him there as a safety net.

“Soundwave…?”

He hums and fixes the blankets around you, knowing you’ll be out like a light any moment. It tugs at him too.

“Thank you.”

It’s a rare occasion that he smiles, but when he does, he means it. The little upturns at the corners of his dermas that show slight dimples in his cheeks are cute and almost out of place when brushed against his serious demeanor. It’s like the crescent moon peeking from behind the clouds. Then his mask covers his face once more and he bushes his forehead against yours as you finally fall off to sleep.

[strawberryfwoggie]

I made my own Soundwave shaker keychain 💜 Proud of how it came out

[dailymothanon]

I dunno why it took me this long to figure out the crucial difference between the two and how it led them in drastically different directions but I couldn’t stop thinking about it 😌 it made sense to me now why Soundwave’s telepathy was so focused on, about as much as Shockwave’s pure apathy was! So I had to draw my beautiful girl 💙 and Shockwave I guess…

[holographic-mars]

Not him tho

[ctghost]

if you're still taking yandere transformers requests, can I ask for either soundwave or Optimus??

Soundwave it is! Took me awhile because of figuring out what his lines should be, and trying different angle i guess? I would've chose red as the bg color but since i dont rlly want it all to be red, purple it is lol

No text ver

[blighted-lights]

something something, au where ravage is the last cassette alive and soundwave has to choose between his loyalty to her and his loyalty to megatron

[afterartist]

You have no idea how insanely bad I want an MTMTE / Shattered Glass Crossover

Is this just cause I love SG Sounders and want him to join the found family?? Maybe, shut up

Can yall guess who I like drawing vs who I don’t like drawing

[kosatsatosh]

more sketch dumps

[silentshadow45]

Soundwave said no more energon treats

I did this quick little drawing because why not?

Based on this image

[blackteaduck]

MTMTE 54/55😢😢😢

Till The End Of Eternity...🩵💙

Run together to the end...

just you and me Soundwave ...

I always think IDW Ravage last wish is to be with little soundy and protect him one more time 😭😭😭

When they first met, Soundwave becomes Ravage little baby to protect 🥹🥺

See more Soundwave 🩵💙💜

[revelboo]

So......

With the new bots being added wat kinks do you think they have?

Also you turned me into a Megs fan. I came for the Soundwave and have been hit with the Megatron hots. And the whirl.

Waking up to more fics is great!! But don't forget to look after yourself

More Scenarios

Various Transformers x Reader

18+ content 🌶️

Knockout

• “Just to make sure you keep your grubby little paws to yourself,” he growls as you wriggle against the soft material he’s bound your wrists with. Huffing at him as his servos lift your hips with casual strength and you feel his spike slide against you. “Can’t smudge the paint.” Back arching as that spike slowly stretches you, you moan. “Do you know how wrong this is? How illicit?” Gripping your hips, he thrusts against you, optics narrowing as his attention dips to where your bodies are joined. Knowing he loves it. Loves that this is taboo and scandalous as much as he loves to complain. Toes curling, you whimper.

• “It’s obscene,” you moan, that breathy sound stringing him tight. Part of him hates how addicted to the feel of your body he is. To watching his spike shiny with your need sliding into your wet heat, the way your grip him. Hips snapping against yours, just to hear that wet sound. To make you whimper and squirm, so responsive to him. So vocal.

Shockwave and Soundwave

• Tension thrumming through Shockwave as his head tips to watch you squirm against Soundwave, head thrown back against the communication’s officer as you come apart. Hears the other mech murmur against you, shuddering slightly as he releases, servos tracing the delicate line of your throat with one hand, the other sliding from your hip to your lower belly. Watching Soundwave’s hands slide to grip your hips and help you out of his lap. Your warm smile faltering some when you come to him.

• Nerves thrumming as Shockwave’s head tilts to study you, there’s always the uncomfortable feeling that you’re an experiment to him, not a person. Soundwave you trust to an extent, he seems to care about you despite how distant he can be sometimes, but Shockwave? This one makes you shiver and not in a good way. When he just stares, you give up and drop to your knees between his spread thighs. Comforted by the fact that Soundwave is right there watching as you grip his spike and slide your mouth along Shockwave’s length and he makes that low, rumbling snarl, but doesn’t move. Doesn’t try to touch you, just trembles. Because this has become normal. Him watching, but rarely touching.

• That warm mouth of yours slides against his spike, tongue stroking over the head. Antenna flicking back, he watches Soundwave kneel behind you. Unable to move as you make a hitching sound of pleasure when Soundwave mounts you again. Mouth working his spike he cautiously reaches out a hand, processor stuttering when that disjointed feeling of wrongness slams through him, seeing the cannon at the end of his arm when he’d been sure it should be a hand. Shaking as your eyes flick up at him in worry, he runs the smooth metal muzzle of the cannon over your cheek. It should be a hand, shouldn’t it? He’s not sure. Antenna flicking as Soundwave rumbles at you, hips rocking as he breeds you, Shockwave focuses on that. That low, crooning purr and the feel of your mouth on his spike. Letting those sensations ground him in the present.

Rodimus

• Curled against your back, he slides a palm down your arm and twines his servos with your fingers. Hears the sleepy sound you make when he tugs your hand down your body and spears a servo inside you, rocking your knuckles against yourself. Feels you squirm against his hold. “Not even wake, yet,” you protest, voice hitching adorably as he rocks his hips against your butt, teasing his spike against you.

• Leg sliding in the blankets as he releases your hand to grip your thigh with his wet servos and then he’s driving inside you with a growl. Rolling you to pin on your belly as his spike slides deep, thrusting urgently. Rushing for that finish line with no patience at all. Laying your cheek on your outstretched arm, you look back at him, his optics so bright as he ruts against you, growling in a broken mix of English and Cybertronian. “With my sparklings…. Frag, so tight… mine…” Sparklings. He’s said that before while inside you. More than once and you never remember to ask what that means, but as he ruts against you, nothing else is important aside from the feel of that thick spike driving deep over and over.

Whirl

• Leg kicking out slightly as he bends you over the edge of the surface he’d lifted you onto, you shiver as one of his pincers slides against you, hooking around one of your thighs and spreading you open for him. Feel his spike slide against your inner thigh as he tries to line up with you, refusing to let you just roll onto your back and help him. “So wet,” he growls, the outer curve of his pincer sliding against you. “Be loud.” Because you’re in Ultra Magnus’s office. How many times has he fucked you across the poor guy’s desk? You’re almost positive he wants Magnus to walk in on the two of you going at it.

• “Fuck me already.” Impatient and needy, your tone has an angry edge that makes him shudder with delight. Shifting behind you until the head of his spike finds you, he drives deep, thrusting urgently. Figuring out how to mount you with his unique anatomy had been fun. His tit guns as you refer to them in the way in most positions. This way, though? He can rut against you, pincers grabbing onto the edge of the surface he has you on, giving him extra leverage. With the added thrill of possibly getting caught fragging you on Magnus’s precious, oversized datapad of rules.

Tarn

• Big servos scraping against the berth under him, a rough snarl escapes him as his hips buck against you. Big frame draped over your back, you’re tempted to risk his temper to try and remove the stupid blindfold. Especially when you feel his lips brush against you, sliding up behind your ear. Wanting to see his face, but knowing he’s weird about it. Denta grazing your ear lobe, he shifts behind you, his warmth leaving your back before placing a palm between your shoulder blades to push you down.

• So obedient as you lower your upper body, hips up and his hands slide to grip your hips as he moves against you, spike stroking deep. You feel so much tighter this way, gripping his spike as he stares down at you. Sees your blindfolded head turn to lay on your arm, lips parting. Making those little, ragged sounds that string him tight. Movements growing rougher when you push back against him, crying out. Fisting his spike as he keeps bucking, drawing it out as his servos tighten on you. Snarling as he releases inside you, palm surfing up your skin while you tremble under him. “Don’t,” he growls in warning when you try to touch the blindfold. Feels you tense under him, but you don’t argue, turning your face away. Can feel the disquiet in his spark as he slowly rocks himself against you, reluctant to leave the wet heat of you. Why does it matter so much to you? No one sees his face, he tries his best not to see it himself. Venting softly, he braces a hand near your head and curls his frame over you.

Constructicons

• Crying out, head tossed back against Mixmaster, your thighs tremble. Six sets of hands gripping you, keeping you suspended between them as, which one is it now? Scrapper ruts against you. There’s a mouth sliding warm against your hip, a glossa sliding over your belly. Another mouth finds yours as you arch and buck in their grip. Hearing them murmur to you as Scrapper’s spike strokes deep, toes curling as he drives you to that peak again, your brain too muddled to be sure, but you think they’ve started a second round. That Scrapper had already fucked you. “I-I can’t, please.”

• “We’ve got you,” Mixmaster says. Laughing softly as you writhe against them with a breathy cry, arching like you’re trying to escape, and he rumbles at you, hands curled around you under your arms as you toss your head back against him, soft hair sliding against his plating. “Take good care of you,” Bonecrusher growls, his hands under your hip as he bends forward over you. “Such a good little mate,” Hook adds as you buck in their hold, crying out as you milk Scrapper’s spike.

Drift

• “Slow down,” he growls, shuddering and hips lifting slightly as you bounce on his spike. “Not going anywhere.” Worry about you overexerting yourself mingling with his fear of losing control. Of slipping again, rolling you under him and taking you hard and fast. Hates how rough he’d been with you, even though you’d insisted you liked it. Servos stroking your hips as he watches you ride him, those lovely eyes meeting his optics.

• “Not made of glass,” you gasp, rolling your hips as you chase that high. Feeling his palms stroking over you, touch so gentle. Because you’re still not well, but you’re not an invalid either. You want this, want him. And he’s holding back. Always keeping himself in control, but when he slips? When he takes you with that urgent, edge? Fucking you like he might die if he’s not inside you, that had been electric. Made you feel alive in a way you desperately need.

These nerds…

[anchor-naut]

yeah I might like soundwave

[2346khith]

Okay I know Coswave isn't canon but...

You can't convince me that Soundwave wasn't hitting on Cosmos!

[dailymothanon]

Free son for Ravage, just waiting in a package for her!! Sure he needs a little bit of help with that telepathy/sensitive hearing of his but a little bit of fine tuning and love will get him up and around 🐈‍⬛ nothing she can’t do herself, mama Ravage is Very efficient 😌 I also wanted to draw more but my wrist has been hurting lately so I figure I need to lay off for a bit

[potato-sauce]

(Soundwave thinking about shockwave)

AND YOUR TELLING ME THEY ARENT BOYFRIENDS!?

LIKE THEY HAVENT KISSED AT ALL???

NOT ONCE!???

[blighted-lights]

everyone stfu she's sleepy