Transformers Prime X Reader Oneshots/Lemons [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Revenge (Mech Reader x Starscream x Megatron) Lemon

A/N: This is a sequal to 'Loathe', pretty sure it would make more sense to read it before reading this story. Idk why it took me so long to make this apart from when I made Loathe but here it is.

Description - You become insane after your traumatic experience with Starscream and are fit for revenge.

⚠️ Warning!!!: Contains rape, voyeur, psychotic reader and aggressive smut. Do not read if you are sensitive to this material! ⚠️

The dazed and confused mech groaned as he tried to shake away the pain he felt in his helm.

"W..What happened?", his body lazily moved. His face was close to the ground. The seeker tried to move his arms but they were locked together. There was an immediate pain from doing so as the clamps around his wrists were digging into him. He let out a painful grunt. There was a lingering soreness from the duration that the locks were on him.

"What?", he quirked as his surrounding were slowly beginning to take effect on him. The familiar coloration and lighting of the room struck him. He smelt the poisonous air and hear the weariness of his own voice echoing back to him. He sprang up to find there was something attached around his neck that yanked him from moving up any further. He then felt the obstruction around his wings. His whole body was on lockdown (Pfft).

"What is this?!", he shrieked. His frame shook against all the restraints that gave him little room for movement. The chain that hung from his neck rattled during the process. A laugh was heard from the darkness in the torture chamber that Starscream now noticed he was in. The sound startled him and sent a chill down the mech's spinal strut. He turned his attention in the direction he heard it. From the shadows, I emerged.

"Y.. You!", Starscream snarled in anger. I could see the disgust on his face the moment he saw me. I bet he wasn't expecting to see me after our last encounter. He looked so pathetic tied up in his restraints. Lewd thoughts were being planted in my helm of the mech. I made sure they were tight so that he could barely have enough room to function or breath.

"I thought you learned your lesson during our last encounter scrapheap", he insulted. His words didn't phase me. Not anymore. They were just gasoline pouring on an open flame. That flame was the burning rage that I had for the mech after what he did to me. He was right about one thing. I was weak. But not anymore. Now I was stronger then ever, so strong that not even his verbal abuse could dent me in the slightest. I laughed at him.

Staring back down at him, the pitiful waste of metal. My (y/e/c) optics looked at him in such a way that I could see how disturbed he was. He broke me to the point where I no longer could be fixed, and he was slowly beginning to realise that. The void beyond my optics was a deep entity, nothing of this world. It was filled with something unforgiving and cruel. Starscream couldn't even think that it was reflection of his own self. This was darker.