TFP! Soundwave x Human Female Reader
Summary: Reader has been Soundwave's human captive for a while and has learned he gives out his rewards in the best ways.
Warnings: Tendril sex, double penetration, praise kink, degrading behavior, and Soundwave being Soundwave of course.
You had to rub your eyes a few times just to make sure you weren't dreaming. Like you couldn't believe you'd actually done it, you've always been good with computers but not this damn good... The monitor screen lit up with a variety of different cybertronian letters, all forming a conversation between the autobot medic Ratchet and an autobot named 'Wheeljack' who you've never even heard of before.
You couldn't help but brandish the widest smile on your face as you were proud of your own work. Immediately you eyes darted over to the silent mech that was sitting at a much larger monitor beside you. He wasn't in mass displacement so the sizing between your field of vision and his, vastly differed. You cleared your throat and placed your fingertips on his servo. The comparison of his own servo to your hand never ceased to amaze you. Attached to each servo was a set of freakishly sharp claws or 'digits' as he referred to them. Just with your palm being on his servo you could feel the amount of heat his frame was letting off. Usually you would expect a metal surface to be cold but Soundwave was always surprisingly hot to the touch.
As if you were lost in a trance of comparing the size differences you looked up to notice the mech was staring at you. He hadn't said a word but it was obvious he wanted to know why you were touching him without permission.
"Hey, I t-think I found s-something." You stuttered out before clenching your fists.
You weren't much of a stutterer but Soundwave seemed to have this effect on you that always had you mentally spiraling and it was annoying. The mech tapped his digit on his own monitor and brought up what you were seeing onto his own screen. From there he silently scrolled through the scrambled cybertronian letters that seemed to form as a digital conversation between two autobots.
You couldn't read their language yet so you had no idea what it said but Soundwave seemed to be extremely interested in your findings.
"Well done." His voice came out as an actual robotic monotone speech.
Soundwave spoke very little but whenever he did speak it gave you goosebumps, as much as you strived for his approval there was always something that made you uncomfortable about his voice. Then again all of the decepticons you've come in contact with have all sounded completely horrifying. They all had a range of extremely deep octaves that never sounded human. Using a clawed digit the black and purple mech began to stroke the top of your head as if you were a pet and you couldn't help but let out a huff of satisfaction from the gesture.
If other humans had seen you like this they would call you crazy but you couldn't help but take pride in receiving any kind of affection from your 'owner'. This was just your own twisted way of making light out of a bad situation, like he hasn't murdered you yet and you're certainly not in as bad as a position as the human captive that is owned by Starscream so why not find a form of solace. And maybe you were crazy because you knew a job well done for this mech always led to a reward. The last reward that was given to you was Soundwave allowing you to actually go back out into public again.
It had actually been six months before you'd last been in public around other humans. You were only allotted two hours to roam and he was by your side within human holoform the entire time but you'd never forget how good the sun felt on your skin. Soundwave always kept his office darker than other areas on the nemesis so to get to be in such a well lit scene was actually euphoric. You'll never forget how you got to see the face of Soundwave's human holoform visually cringe upon hearing someone drive past the two of you blasting loud rap music. You tried so hard to hold in your laughter but the face he made left you feeling like you just heard the funniest joke of your life.
Still his human holoform was nothing like being around the actual Soundwave, especially a mass displaced Soundwave. Speaking of mass displacement you hadn't even noticed that he must have mass displaced in front of you because when you looked over at him he was now only 8-9 feet taller than you. The first time you saw him do this you felt like you were going to have a brain aneurysm because how could something so huge be able to make itself closer to your size. It took you a while to even mentally process a much smaller Soundwave.
Call it depravity or degeneracy but you knew when he was using his mass displacement module it was for one reason and one reason only... Yes the mech was silent and reserved majority of the time but he clearly still had his needs. He had no issues with indulging on those needs when it was time to reward you.
You bit your lip as a few impure memories resurfaced in your mind of all the previous times he decided to reward you and fulfill his own carnal desires at the same time. You heard a click to your right and noticed it was him remotely checking to see if the electronic sliding door to his habsuite was locked to avoid any interruptions. Soundwave then took a clawed digit parted your lips open, you were tempted to lightly bite him just to be playful but you knew all too well that human teeth against metal was a bad idea. The claw trailed down from your lips to tracing a line between your breasts and down your midsection. The more time you spent around cybertronians the more you learned they were just like humans.
Cybertronian mechs and human men were disturbingly completely alike. Knowing that Soundwave had needs just like any ordinary male made you feel like you were made of gold just to be the only one to be able to see him like this. Everyone else feared the silent mech and wasn't even sure if he was sentient or just a drone but you knew better. His visor peered down at you and you could feel what he was saying without him actually saying it.
As often as this happened you still let out a surprised shriek when you felt a tendril wrap around both of your legs and another around your arms. With a swift motion you were on your back and you shuddered from the tension the constricting tendrils were putting on you. His tendrils always reminded you of snakes from how tight they'd always squeeze you. The tendril restraining your arms pulled your arms above your head and the tendril around your legs was joined by a third one just to spread your legs apart. Soundwave never had to restrain you like this as you never had a problem with willingly offering yourself but you learned this was probably something he fancied during intimate moments like this, he was a decepticon after all meaning he probably had a kink for having all the control.
Another tendril distended from behind his chassis and the surprisingly sharp claspers of it made work of your shirt and pants. He never removed them normally and seemed to enjoy letting a tendril or his own claws slice your clothes open. It wasn't like you didn't wear the same various assortment of clothing all the time since these were given to you upon when they took you captive as they never let your bring any of your clothing with you.
The shirt you were wearing did hold some sentimental value to you as this was the shirt you picked up when he let you go out into the public. You were going to protest about the destruction of your shirt until a fourth tendril appeared and had slipped into your mouth. You never got over the odd taste of the rubbery appendage but you didn't protest while it moved like a snake against your tongue. He watched as it slowly thrusted back and forth in your mouth simulating the lewd act of fellatio just for him. You let out a loud gasp after the tendril emerged from your mouth with a loud pop and you could see the spit trail of saliva still clinging to it.
The appendage then moved down to your breasts and a whine came from your mouth after it began to tease your left nipple. You watched the nipple hardened and perked up from the touch before he moved to the right one. You've always had sensitive nipples and this was pleasurable for you but you hated how he paid attention to everything else other than your dripping wet cunt right now. For someone that barely spoke he sure liked to tease and deny you of what you really wanted.
"Soundwave please." You begged while bucking your hips up to show him where you really needed him.
"Soundwave please." He mocked you by using a recording of your own voice begging for him, this sick bastard.
He knew exactly what he was doing and the effect it had on you. Not wanting to get on his bad side you just laid there and let the tendril do as it pleased with your breasts. It felt like eons before the appendage finally slipped between your thighs and brushed gently across your clit. That motion sent a volt of pleasure through you and you threw your head back while the tendril began to deeply rub your small bundle of nerves in a circle.
If it wasn't for the small 'beep' noise you wouldn't have even know he started recording already. You looked up to his visor to see a red light in the corner and you huffed. You never knew for sure what he did with the footage but almost every time there was intimacy you noticed he would be recording everything happening.
You felt your breath hitch once the tendril slipped between your folds and thrusted tenderly against your walls. The lewd wet noises your hole made while the intruding appendage moved in and out only drove you crazy. The way the tapered head continued to rub against sensitive spot was going to make you scream as if the long line of moans and whines that came from your lips wasn't enough. And there he was just standing there, staring at you menacingly while he literally invaded your sex.
It wasn't like you didn't want this but holy shit did it always surprise you that Soundwave happened to be just as degenerate as you were. Your breath hitched when you felt the tendrils restraining your arms and legs squeeze even tighter, your captor always loved to mix your pleasure with pain.
The tendril that was deep between your folds abruptly pulled out and moved down further just to circle around the entrance to your puckered hole. Since the appendage was slickly coated with your own arousal the entry wasn't as harsh as it should have been and for that you were thankful. This transition left your cunt gaping and begging to be filled once more. As if on cue you heard the familiar hiss of his interface panel sliding off. Your eyes dropped down to the organ that was sitting erect from his frame.
You knew that cybertronians weren't entirely robotic on the inside and that they had their own versions of a squishy protoform anatomy within, yet it always surprised you to see something on Soundwave that wasn't entirely made of metal.
This member that he had once referred to as a 'spike' had an encasement that looked and felt as if it was a material similar to standard silicone. The shaft was a deep purple color that transcended into a bright lilac around his tip. The entire thing curved upward towards his chasis and unlike any human male the tip of his member was shaped with an aeroplane design that made you understand why it was called a spike. This 'spike' of his was about as thick as your wrist and almost as long as your forearm in terms of length.
You'd never say it out loud but you found his spike to actually be fucking beautiful to look at. The way it would erratically twitch while he watched as his tendrils made you a whimpering wet mess. With a swift movement he was down on his stabilizing struts in front of you and you felt the sudden urge to move backward as if something that weighed a thousand pounds just dropped to its knees between your legs.
While one of his tendrils was making work with your bottom anatomy you could feel the heat emanating from his spike against your folds. You knew he was going take his agonizingly slow time with you as Soundwave seemed to be the one that liked to savor his sexual experiences.
His spike was two times as thick as his tendril and the sudden stretch brought out a choked moan from you. The thrusts of his pelvis against your own were much slower than the erratic thrusting of your tendril in your nether-regions. Finding out that male cybertronians got their pleasure the same way human men did from thrusting or pounding into something with their spike always intrigued you.
Being stuffed full like this felt entirely degrading but you'd be a liar if you said you didn't enjoy how utterly pleasurable it felt to have both your holes filled. You just knew you sounded like a total slut with all your pleas and whining but you didn't care, this was your reward after all. Soundwave was eerily silent during this ordeal and the only thing different from this and his silent disposition earlier was how heavy he was venting.
His venting never became this heavy and audible to you unless he was spike deep in your pussy and you just knew that meant he was enjoying this just as much as you were. You were interrupted from your own scrambled thoughts when you felt a knot in your belly forming as the beginning of a long and drawn out orgasm.
Your climax hit you in waves as a stream of pained cries of pleasure fell from your lips while you felt your walls clench down firmly around Soundwave's spike. It felt like your cunt was strangling him, completely choking him, desperate to milk him for every drop of transfluid that he was going to give you.
You felt spurts of the hot liquid of his esctasy seep inside you before he pulled out and was followed by thick ropes of the hot pink liquid being jetted out from his tip and onto your stomach. The thrusting tendril below you seized it's movement and pulled out as well while you watched Soundwave's spike twitch and disperse a few more shots of his climax onto you.
if you were being totally honest you thought it was utterly hot to watch him come all over you like that as if he knew he was treating you like the whore that you both knew you were.
The mech said nothing while coming down from the high of his intense overload. He truly didn't have to say a word to you knew he was satisfied. The grip the tendrils had around your arms and legs loosened until they finally released you.
The heavy bruising left behind by the appendages was just something you had gotten used to and maybe even perhaps enjoyed being able to show others just exactly who you belonged to. The soreness of both your holes were only just a physical reminder of just how much you loved this mech's approval and rewards that came with it.
