TFA Oneshots + Imagines

TTSM (Megatron x Reader x Starscream) (NSFW)

Megatron was painfully, sickeningly, disgustingly in love with you.

It was almost cute.

Almost.

The Decepticon's normally cold, void optics were filled with utter adoration when they were laid upon you, and even if he did it subconsciously, everybot saw how he had a protective servo rested on one of your shoulders at all times to keep you by him- to feel you by his side, and to scratch your back in a reassuring manner with one of his claws when you got nervous or upset. He spoiled you, too, claiming that you were a human who was simply taken as a hostage and that he didn't mind disposing of you at any minute to anybot who asked- meanwhile, you had the largest quarters on their base and had everything you could have ever wanted; fancy Cybertronion jewelry, whatever meals you wanted, top-notch medical equipment, and the nicest supplies known to man for all of your hobbies and pass times.

But you, oh you, you were a hostage; often terrified and unsure of what to do with yourself, taken from your home, unfamiliar with everybot around you and unaccustomed to the Decepticons or why you had so many lavish things and so much kind treatment from a bot who was cruel to every creature you'd ever seen him interact with aside from yourself... And Starscream? He wasn't above taking advantage of you to get back at Megatron.

His plan had started the moment you were brought onto the Decepticon base on earth. He was in charge of guarding you, having temporarily gotten back into Megatron's good graces for one of his schemes, and he'd planned on doing the guarding he'd been assigned... Kind of. Megatron made it clear that you were to be protected at all costs, so Starscream's original plan was to simply punt you through something hard enough to kill you.

Upon seeing you, though, something stopped him. Maybe the idea was forming in his brain before he even realized it, or... Maybe it was something else. Maybe he found you attractive as well.

And that's why he had stolen you away, of course. He'd been infatuated, not in love like Megatron, but completely and utterly driven by lust at the sight of you; (height), (e/c) doe eyes, (h/l) (h/c) hair, and a bashful little smile that he just wanted to wipe off your face with his spike.

So, he had fabricated a tale as old as time in your mind; Megatron was your captor, you were a damsel in distress, and Starscream was simply there to rescue you from an otherwise horrible fate.

That's how you ended up where you were now, inside of some dingy human building with Starscream pushing you up against the wall, servos trailing up your thighs. And you'd let him, of course, begged and pleaded for him to touch you just like he'd planned, moaned at his kisses and bucked your hips into his even though both of you were still fully clothed.

It was the dead of night. The place was abandoned and dark, dirty and old, with the only light being that of the moon that poured through the single window and the glowing red of Starscream's cherry optics.

The seeker was growing impatient, but he wanted to make you desperate, to make you cry out for him, so he'd take as much time as he needed getting you ready before he finally took you.

He was never that lucky, though, and so much blink in surprise when your eyes widened in what looked like some mix between horror and embarrassment.

"Tch, so this is where you went," Starscream found his cheeks and audials burning red against his own will at the sound of Megatron's voice. That was the tone the older mech used when he was scolding you, teasing you, about to punish you-

Ah. Starscream figured he should stop thinking about that, as he and-

"M-Megatron!"

-hadn't done that in a long, long time.