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Here is the completed art that was the winner of the poll! Some lovely Dratchet art using TFP Ratchet and my TFP design for Drift. This picture is very loosely inspired by the fic Spark Burn by milkman7 over on AO3.
I'm thinking I'm gonna work on the Megarod sketch next, as a treat ❤️
Link to the full pic as well as the fic (because that is not tumblr appropriate either lol) below the cut!
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"You agreed to link up with the mind of the Decepticon leader, your old friend, instead of Bumblebee. Now that he's in your mind and there's no escaping the dialogue, you're rekindling your friendship... in a curious way. "
Transformer!Reader. GN!Reader
Mind control, body control, shame kink, reader is in love with Optimus, but he himself participates very little..
English is not my native language! 18+
The kids hadn't gone to bed yet, there was a celebration of Lord's death and Optimus' recovery. And you… hid. From the noise, from the joyful faces, because inside your chest there was grief, and tried to hide from the voice that was becoming clearer and clearer in your head. He is here, you understood that. Not as a ghost, no, he's inside your mind, trying to talk to you, trying to command your body to move, but you don't give in. If Megatron were in someone else's processor, a mech or a fem would give up quickly, but you're made of sterner stuff, and you know him. You and Orion have known him for a long time.
A hint of contempt could be sensed in Lord's reaction, and a desire to defend the leader's honor rose in your chest. Megatron would not dare to think that way about him.
I dare. You cannot stop me; I am intangible. You both deserve such an opinion; you are pathetic and naive, but worst of all, you are traitors.
You? You?! It is you, you idiot, traitor to Cybertron, traitor to the millions of living beings you destroyed, traitor to the friendship you three shared-
No, it was Orion who spoke up when no one asked him to, dismissing Megatron's perfectly valid arguments as nonsense and portraying him as an aggressor, which only reinforced the Council's opinion of miners and the lower classes. And you, you dared to run away with the new Prime, clearly ready to share your life only with him. How many times did you warm his bed, huh?
The metal of your frame heated up and the energon boiled in your circuits from anger and shock at such insolence. Between you and Optimus. Nothing. Not once. There was nothing.
But you clearly wouldn't mind. You act as if you're just good old friends who trust each other? I see the looks he gives you, I see the images flashing through your loose mind as you examine his frame from head to peds
You're so pathetic in your jealousy, as if I've never thought about you.
The processor suddenly became so quiet that it seemed deafening. Your anger subsided as if it had never been there, but embarrassment and shame flared up throughout your body, mixed with a tingle of excitement between your peds.
Meg, forget about it.
And how often did this happen?
There was no time to think; the hot groin plate burned your palm as your servo pressed uncontrollably against the heated metal. Megatron had found a way to control your body, weakening your guard. Perhaps it was possible to regain control, but palm pressed harder, squeezing the soft metal of the spike beneath the plate and forcing you to tuck your peds under you.
New, lewd thoughts surfaced in your processor, flashing for less than a second, but enough for the visitor in your mind to catch them, and you swear by Primus you feel him smiling inwardly. It felt so reminiscent of a spark connection that it became suffocating; you felt each other's emotions, feelings, desires, and motives, as if your Sparks, the very essence of your being, had intertwined, creating a union.
Perhaps these are too romantic thoughts for the moment when your ex-friend is trying to have sex with you through mind control...
Relishing his control over you, Megatron overly skillfully activated the opening of your groin plates, revealing the soft metal of your valve and spike. Without foreplay or caresses, it excitedly rushed upward toward the ceiling, a drop of transfluid on its sharp tip.
Your gaze wandered from this pitiful sight to anywhere else, but you were forced to watch.
Watching as you ran your thumb over the tip of the spike, wiping away a drop, bringing it to your mouth, and licking the liquid. Unable to control your body, unable to control the shame that caused the spike to release another couple of drops, unable to control your own thoughts, which treacherously sent you a vulgar image of Megatron sitting across from you, personally grasping your spike in his palm and licking your transfluid from his fingers…
To spend millions of years fighting you and never once think about what a pervert you are, you have talent.
Frag, you're ashamed.
Ashamed of dirty thoughts, ashamed of trembling thighs, ashamed of the sound of fist moving against will along the entire length of the spike, and the squelching sound of fingers sliding inside the soft valve. And even more ashamed of the loud moan that escaped the lips, hidden from everyone outside only by the loud music. What if Optimus comes in here? What if he sees…
You'd like him to join us, right? Don't lie, I feel it. You want the three of us to take part in this fun.
This picture itself appeared in your imagination. An impossible fantasy where your two best friends are reunited, where your perfect trio is back together after so many years apart, and you find common ground this way. Your sometimes naive, but devoted archivist and gladiatorial fighter ready to defend from any adversity, slowly pushing apart the walls of your wet valve, while simultaneously pumping, almost milking, your spike.
Your faceplate is burning, the vent blows out huge clouds of hot air, terrifying you with the thought of melting. The four fingers of your palm are almost completely in and out of the valve, stretching you enough to make you believe it was Megatron himself opening you up to this extent. You feel his lust inside you, waves of his desire to truly be physically close and enter your womb fully with one thrust, washing over Spark. You don't have the strength to think about the need to fight for control, you don't have the strength to think about the fact that he could just tear something off from you if he just wanted to, you don't have the strength…
Your hips shot up as your internal circuits gave in, sending you into what felt like the most intense orgasm you'd ever felt… in your entire life. Overloaded systems shrouded your vision, hearing, and sense of space in darkness, trapping you in a forced stasis. A moment before complete shutdown, you felt a pang of fear for what had just happened, but it was too late.
***
Your consciousness rests, and the Decepticon Lord finally feels able to control you completely, without hearing your thoughts or worries, which would otherwise disturb him. Although he might miss this for a while. Megatron rises in your body and looks at the wet mess you've made together. He himself feels a twinge of arousal from this, looking at your now-flaccid spike, examining it more closely. Compared to his, it is no big deal.
All your private parts are hidden behind the plates again, and the Decepticon heads toward the now-quiet celebration. He'll return to his ship, regain his body, and, well, make a few of your dreams come true.
