Pairing: Movieverse Carly Spencer/Soundwave

Rating: Explicit

Details/Themes: Tentacle sex, forced relationship, possessive!Soundwave

Requested by OnceUponANovember

"Get off me, you piece of shit car!"

Soundwave chuckled through his radio as he tightened his seatbelts around her arms, his seat propped back and forcing her to lie on it. The fabric of her beautiful dress was torn, exposing her curved hips and petite waist. He liked the look enough to keep the little modesty she had left. He did, however, break the strap of her thong. His tentacles pulled the fabric down enough to expose her breasts.

"Oh, but you didn't seem to have issue of this yesterday or the day before. In fact, I think you like this."

"Rapist," Carly hissed.

"That is a matter of perspective, my dear. Your body says otherwise," he purred. When she gave a gasp as he slowly entered a tentacle inside her, his engine roared as he memorized the feeling through all the sensors within.

Carly bit her lip as one tentacle calmly stroked her cheek, closing her eyes to pretend it was just someone else. Fuck Dylan for trading her off to Soundwave like a common slave, fuck Soundwave for existing, and fuck Megatron and everything he stood for. All three were disgraces for even being alive.

"Who are you thinking of? If it's the Witwicky boy, I'll tear him apart if Megatron hasn't already. You know better, Carly, than to dwell on false hopes. I am everything you need and if you think otherwise, more of your people will die. Witwicky, the lieutenant colonel, and the disgraced agent will not save you now. You are mine."

She arched as he dug deeper with Soundwave giving a low growl feeding off her reactions to the constriction his tentacles were experiencing. Normally, he wasn't one for fooling around but Carly was special. His little trophy, and he knew she knew he had no intentions on letting her go.

"Go to Hell," she muttered.

"Only if I can take you down with me," he laughed mockingly.

It was humorous to Soundwave how he presented them to the other Decepticons as a couple, ignoring some of the more vocal displeasures, and the look on Sam's face when he saw Carly as Soundwave's was priceless. He relished the surprise and anguish the boy had as the boy was dragged away. Poor Carly had no choice but to cry in Soundwave's arms and the mech was grinning at the soft touch as she gripped his headlights desperately to hold herself upright while in tears.

He was fond of her in his own twisted way. She didn't appreciate the lengths he had go to in order to keep her, but one day, she would learn and she would be grateful. He believed it enough to love every point of her resistance to him. She would one day break and he'd be there to give her what she wants: his touch.

Tentacles coiled across her breasts and her moan was a delight to his audio receptors. All the sensors in the seats reading her vitals and emotions were blaring like good beats to a song. He was very tempted to turn rough, make her bleed but the sound of her bending to his will on her own was far more satisfying.

"You want me, need me. You know it, just give in."

"Never!" She said, a ripple of pleasure making the noise attached to the demand in her tone heighten.

Soundwave could only laugh. She was a fighter, that's for sure. He loved that about her. His own human Minicon, just as fragile and feisty, a trophy of his victory. Hearing her scream as she orgasmed, the weight of her body flailing was enough to send him reeling. His human, his Carly.

AN: Eh, the scene with Soundwave holding Carly captive speaks for itself.