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I love these freak waves. Like the two most competent decepticons, are the freakiest on the Nemesis. ougg, I feel bad for wanting a second part to Shockwave x Soundwave x reader where Soundwave tests readers stamina and attempts to prove Shockwave wrong with filling the reader. Because pre-war Soundwave -looks at him- is an absolute beef cake.

BUT THE COMMENT ABOUT SHOCKWAVE KNOWING HOW MUCH TRANSFLUID SOUNDWAVE PRODUCES IS SUCH A THOUGHT?? Like these freaks have either explored each other before and don't talk about it or it was probably a one time thing.

Its so amusing to have the idea that Soundwave would absolutely be so freaky with his cables to a human. Not only to please but to tease and restrict the reader from touching him or themself. -🛰️🌌💫

☽｡⋆ prime soundwave x shockwave x reader 18+

-> warnings/tags: drabble, mainly soundwave, recording, bdsm-ish, tentacle play, creampie. 1.7k words.

-> minors + ageless blogs dni

don’t feel bad for wanting a second part! any gooner is welcome here 🫡 i looooove writing for them anyway bc i know that they’d both match my freak fr 🙂‍↕️ —enjoy!<3

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"Soundwave," you whisper airily, your skin rippling with goosebumps as the ridged texture of his data cables run along your skin.

One data cable wraps snugly around your wrists, binding them behind your back. Two more wrap around the width of your thighs, squeezing in a way that has some plushy flesh spilling over.

You're stark naked, clothes shredded moments before by spindly fingers. He has you suspended in the air whilst he stands in front of you, a cloak of purple light wrapping around the contours of your body from the screens behind you.

"If Shockwave figures out what you're doing…" You hush, but the words die quickly in your throat as his last data cable latches onto your clit, the flexible tendrils that poke out of the end tickling against the sensitive bud.

Your back arches as you tense your legs, your knees folding and toes curling. The data cables bleed hues of pink light over your skin, and the black visor that covers his face reflects a mirror of lust back to you. It's a still pool, showing you something that you shouldn't be able to see.

Flickers of electricity, nowhere near enough to harm you, travel through the flexible tendrils on his data cable to feed into your clit. You gasp with surprise, the sensation unlike anything you've experienced before, it sends jolts of energy through you.

You huff through gritted teeth, lips pulled into a smile as you fecklessly try to regain some of your composure. He's been a lion that paces the edge of his cage, waiting for the best moment to pounce. He's been keeping a close eye on you and Shockwave, waiting for his chance.

Now, he's cornered his prey. All that remains now is a lull in the hunt.

"Who would've thought there'd be another human-fucker on this ship," you tease, feeling your heartbeat pulse in your clit as he skilfully plays with you. Your nails dig into your palm, trying to control the urge to moan your head off and satisfy this freak.

"You and Shockwave, with your fucking— oh fuck," you choke as the tendrils start to strum at your clit quickly, "ah— your little human fetishes. Obsessed with getting your spikes wet from human pussy."

The end of your statement comes strained through your lips, you can feel your body heating up in reaction to his teasing. What has your life become? You've been getting your brains fucked out by one Cybertronian, and now you're about to get fucked by another.

The silent mech clearly does not consider Shockwave much of a challenge, considering he's here with you now, despite Shockwave's warnings over who you belong to. Maybe Shockwave fucking you in front of Soundwave sent him conflicting signals, fuelling the fire and need to feel you around his spike.

Soundwave silences you momentarily as he releases his spike from its housing, the subtle hissing sound grabbing your attention as you glare down at the protruding length. It's not modified, like Shockwave's, but that doesn't make it any less appealing. It's sleek and long, with plated colours that ombre from black to purple, featuring pink biolights that run in straight lines along the underside and topside.

"Before you fuck me with that thing," you coo up to him, scanning your eyes over his visor where you imagine his optics would be underneath, "tell me how many times you've thought about it."

Soundwave leans forward, bringing his visor closer to you.

The screen glitches slightly as it flickers with green and purple colours before an infinity symbol appears on it.

Too many times to count.

Before you can make any kind of comment, before a victorious grin can even find its way to your mouth, Soundwave pulls you down and spears you on his spike. You moan sharply, the sound being torn from you before you could stop it.

Well, there's no going back now. He's a secret that burns on the tip of your tongue, finally said aloud.

The flurry of moans escapes you without restraint as Soundwave uses his cables to bounce you on his spike, your tits jiggling with each thrust and hair swaying.

He hopes to overwrite the conditioning that Shockwave has already implemented within you, he hopes to prove that Shockwave is not necessarily the only one for you, that you can derive mind-blowing pleasure from him, too. Soundwave wouldn't mind sharing you, and it's obvious you don't mind being shared. So, it's just Shockwave that needs convincing.

You feel useless with your hands bound behind you and your legs restricted, being held in the air with no leverage to make any kind of movement. Soundwave is using you like a fleshlight, but you can't say you're complaining about that.

As expected, he doesn't make any sounds, but you can see faint flits across his visor as if he's short-circuiting, which is validating enough in itself. His tendrils still stroke against your clit, which is practically throbbing now.

'I want you to overload.'

It's a recording of Shockwave's voice, excerpted straight from one of those homemade porn videos that Soundwave has kept of the two of you.

"Gonna have to fuck me quicker than that if you want me to cum," you challenge with short breaths.

Soundwave stops bouncing you, stilling you for a moment. He changes his tactic, now keeping you in one place before he starts to pound into you like a jackhammer. It's quick, rough and hard, the metal of his plating smacking against your skin to turn it red-raw.

He moves much quicker than Shockwave does, to a point where you think you might get a little dizzy. You scream, tears springing to settle on your waterline as he takes you for the ride of your life. It brutalises your cunt, his pace unforgiving, but exactly what you asked for.

"Soundwave!" You shrill, flushes of heat coursing through your body as you feel the baby hairs on your neck stick to you from the sweat. Your nails dig harder into your palms, your best attempt to keep you conscious.

"Fuck!" Your pitch is high, "Soundwave, please, more— moremoremoremore."

His pliant tendrils against your clit begin to move like a tongue, which truly leaves you breathless. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you open your mouth in a silent scream. Soundwave basks in it, glad to be getting this angle of you for his personal database.

The last of Soundwave's data cables winds up towards your head, settling the graspers at the back of your cranium to push your head forward. Your eyes fall back into place before you look down, as he's prompting you to.

He moves the data cable on your clit to the side slightly, extending the pink-ish tendrils so that he can still lick at you.

Fuck, he's making you watch him fuck you. He's showing you how wet you are, how rapid his biolights are pulsing. It's a sight you won't soon forget, his slick spike keeping you filled as your own wetness decorates his hip plating. Your eyes shake in their sockets, your brain scrambling.

Soundwave drills into you with a precision that only a mechanical being could have, punching his smooth tip against the plushness of your g-spot. He affords you no mercy, no kindness, just pure pent-up fucking until you see stars. Your backside is starting to sting from how fast he's going, all words lost on you.

You scream his name again before you find yourself losing to your orgasm, the taut bowstring finally being released to send the arrow whistling towards the target. It hits with incredible accuracy, shattering you as your cunt milks his spike. Your voice is hoarse as you rasp pathetic moans, the sounds vibrating in your throat.

He'll never forget how your cunt feels, it's burned into his circuits now. After this, he certainly won't let Shockwave keep you to himself.

'I'm cumming!'

This time, it's a recording of your own voice from a previous time with Shockwave.

Little do you know that Soundwave has demonstrated remarkable restraint these past few days, not touching himself so that he could store every drop of transfluid to offer you. He will prove that he can fill you in a way that you'd be more than satisfied with, despite Shockwave's previous statement.

His hips press up against you as he spills his overload straight into your aching heat, spurt after spurt filling you. It's so much that it starts to leak out around him, stray drops dripping to the floor beneath you.

He's fucked you stupid, not even able to conjure up some sassy remark in this moment as you let him pump you until he's empty. Your stomach swells, too full of fluid.

As much as he'd like to indulge in this moment of post-coitus ecstasy, there's a point that he has to prove and he must do it sooner rather than later.

His visor flickers to life before a diagram of coordinates sketches onto it. A swirling pool of green, blue and white swirls behind you with a humming sound that barely registers in your mind. You don't recognise what's going on, even as you're pulled off Soundwave's spike.

His data cables extend, moving you through the portal whilst he stays on the other side.

A gush of cold air rolls over your body as you emerge through the portal, the cables lowering you to a cold surface.

Shockwave looks up from the device he's tinkering with, seeing your small form bound by Soundwave's data cables approaching through the portal that's manifested on the opposite side of his workstation.

You're deposited on your back before the cables release you, positioned with your legs spread towards the portal and your head pointing towards Shockwave. Soundwave's release gushes from your hole, leaving a thick pool of it on Shockwave's workstation.

Shockwave's antennae readjusted a couple of times before his clawed servo darts over, gripping your arm between two digits. He tugs you across the workstation, your limp body unable to do anything but twitch with pleasure. He spins your body to investigate between your legs, seeing the river of transfluid gushing from your gaping hole.

A ping in Shockwave's processor sends an audio file that plays automatically.

'Soundwave! Fuck! Soundwave, please, more, moremoremoremore.'

if y’all want more of this dynamic, would u wanna see plot to it?? or just porn?? LOL. plot chapters take me slightly longer to pump out bc i tend to aim for abt 3.5k-6k words — lemme know!💕

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