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tinydefector · 14 days

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quietly whispers (for your consideration)

ratchet x human reader

sex pollen

Pheromones

Ratchet x human reader

Word count: 2k

Warning: smut, thigh fucking, sex pollen/ pheromone spray, #valveplug

Request and ask open, read pinned post

So what about, Cybertronians react to perfume in the way humans react to Sex pollen hehehe. I love the idea of human perfume mix with skin contact makes an almost intoxicating scent and sends Cybertronians feral when they get a hint of it. They love how it makes humans skin taste, and it over rides their interface systems.

So enjoy.

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The human moves around Ratchet's medical lab looking at different vials and flasks their eyes flickering over the difference Liquids. " Hey ratchet what are all of these different vials?" They call out to the medic. Ratchet looked up from his work when he heard the human call out to him. He put down the datapad he was looking over and walked over to where the human was examining the various vials on the shelves.

"Those are different medical compounds and chemicals I use in treatments and repairs," Ratchet explained. "The colourful ones contain powerful medications and sedatives. The clear ones hold things like bonding agents or nanite solutions. Others are a mix of experimental solutions"

He pointed to a vial with a swirling pink and purple liquid. "That one is a broad-spectrum energon healing compound I developed. It speeds cellular repair and regeneration, within Cybertronian functions." His optical ridges furrowed as he watched the human carefully look over each vial.

"You know better than to touch anything in here, less you break something and contaminate yourself with something i can't fix" Ratchet said sternly. "Some of this equipment and chemicals could seriously harm an organic being like yourself." Despite his gruff tone, his words held more care than scolding. Biology was complex, and humans were so small and fragile compared to Cybertronians. He hoped his favourite little patient and helping hand was being careful not to endanger themselves.

"It's just fascinating is all, kinda reminds me of a mediaeval apothecary" they chuckle. "Do you ever just take samples for fun, like when you're out and about on planets?" They ask, they were always curious over what things ratchet tended to keep.

Ratchet huffed a small laugh at the comparison to a mediaeval apothecary. "Fascinating perhaps, but also dangerous if mishandled," he remarked.

He considered the human's question for a moment. While most of his samples were acquired for medical necessity, he couldn't deny a certain curiosity about other life forms and ecosystems.

"On occasion I have collected specimens from planets we've visited, simply for observational study," Ratchet admitted. He walked over to retrieve a data pad containing photos and analyses of plant samples from their recent away missions. "Here, let me show you some I recorded on our last stop." Ratchet enlarged the images for the human to easily see. "This radiation-resistant lichen seems to secrete a natural antifreeze. And these fungi act as natural air filters in their toxic environment." The medic's optics glinted with interest as he discussed his findings. Perhaps exploration held some appeal, even for a skeptic like himself.

They stand close to Ratchet looking over different specimens, “some of these plants look like they would make really nice perfumes'' they mumble while flicking through the different photos reading the small information bubbles around them. As the human stood near Ratchet examining the data on his specimens, something about their scent suddenly registered in his olfactory sensors. An overly sweet aroma was emanating strongly from their skin, but it was clearly not the normal scent of an unadulterated human.“perfume?forgive me, I'm not accustomed to what that is?” he asked with a raised optical ridge

Their eyes flicker to Ratchet. “It's like scented alcohol or oil we put on our skin, most times it alters our scent. We humans happen to have a big fascination with them, and have millions of different perfumes.” they explain before tilting their head in slight amusement. “I'm surprised Cybertronians don't have something similar” they reply.

“once millennia's back cybertron did try making things like that, but due to our metallic body's it doesn't stay on us, or it tented to cause rust spots from the ones they did try and make” Ratchet explained, sensors flared as he analysed the unfamiliar composition, immediately detecting unusual chemical traces that seemed to send strange pulses through his neurocircuitry. The smell was strangely enticing yet worryingly off-kilter at the same time. He tried venting deeply to clear his nasal chamber but the scent only grew stronger.

"What in the Allspark..." the medic muttered, not meaning for the human to hear. His optics dimmed slightly as redundant calibrations ran, trying to make sense of why the scent was affecting his processor. Ratchet crouched down and focused his sharp gaze on the human in concern. They smile up at him offering for him to examine.

"By my scanner it seems as if you've been contaminated with something. Are you positive these ‘perfumes’ are safe? I need to analyse your system for potential toxins." He asked while trying to figure out why the scent was having such an effect on him, it was as if his processor had thrown care to the wind.

They let out a laugh as his optics try analysing, he moves closer taking another inhale of their scent "haha yes Ratchet, it isn't harmful, humans have been using it for hundreds of years" they state. “Ratchet are you alright?” They ask while cupping his face.

Ratchet's sensors were in disarray as the potent scent overwhelmed his circuits. He vented heavily again, coolant failing to properly flush the heated energon now racing through his fuel lines. His optics flickered with minor instability as calibration errors cropped up across multiple systems.

Though lacking his usual gruffness. Ratchet leaned in closer, trying to pinpoint the source, but only succeeded in inhaling more of the intoxicating aroma. A rumble rose in his chassis against his better judgement. “ your scent...", he struggled to find words between fragmented logic protocols. "It's affecting my sensor net. Overloading my functions. I need to...run a full examination. Determine why this perfume is making your scent overwhelming..."

His field pulsed with uncharacteristic confusion and static electricity. Ratchet knew he should contact someone for assistance, but found himself unable to call out in his muddled state. The human's safety was his top concern, yet he feared touching them in this condition. Some natural, impossible chemistry was at play here, and the medic had no control over his compromised systems.

As gently as his shaking grip allowed, Ratchet grasped the human in his large palm to properly scan them from close range. His detailed medical scanners searched every inch, They gasp as Ratchet glossa meets their throat, fingers shootout to grip the side of his faceplate.

A throttled moan escaped his vocalizer against his will. That light touch from their hands nearly shorted out his already fritzing systems. vents plume in hot exhaust. His interface panel felt too hot and tight , barely clinging to integrity protocols as the pleasure centres of his processor went haywire.

“your scent...overloading my sensory net...cannot...resist...” Ratchet calls out through groans,his grip unconsciously tightened around the small organic in his hand. His free hand scrambled for purchase on the table, denting the metal. Something primal and powerful part of him was unravelling his mental restraints, and no calibration or forced shutdown seemed able to stop it.

Their eyes go wide. "Ratchet! Are you alright do in need to get a Perceptor or first aid?" They ask as the medic leans down into their shoulder, denta nipping at the skin as his digits try removing their shirt as quickly as he physically can. They yelp as he pulls them back together with him, his lips work along their smaller frame desperate to taste the sweet flavour and scent that had taken to their skin. capturing them against his heaving chassis. His optics blazed with static and uncontrolled charge.

"No...don't leave," Ratchet growled through clenched denta. Every fibre of his being screamed for more. His panel snapping open with an echoing click, massively engorged cables twitching in the open. Coolant and lubricant poured from his interface array, drenching the human involuntarily as he grinding against them, bright glowing pink stains their pants and paints their skin in his transfluid.

His hands trembled, barely able to restrain their desire to claim the tiny body before him. Rational thought was impossible under the onslaught of chemical signals frying his cognition. Ratchet bucked erratically against them, whole body illuminated by dancing electricity.

"Need you... interface protocols are in-gauged, can't fight it...please,!" he pants to the human as his spike presses against their back. Blunt node swelled monstrously at its tip.

Their back arches into each grind of Ratchet's spike. “Ratchet!” They whine out.

Their soft noises egg ratchet on, his servos move quickly, trying to discard the pants sticking to their form, he hisses out in annoyance before finally getting them off their legs, throwing them across the medical room. Twisting them around so he can see thier eyes.

Ratchet growls eagerly spike swiftly sliding between their thighs and against their stomach. His spike is already dripping with lubricant. As he ruts against them. Each inhale of their scent has him spiralling more.

"Is this what you want, sweetspark? My spike filling you up?" His voice is rough with lust. Gently spreading their legs wider. Watching the bright pink stick to their legs "Primus... I bet you feel amazing."

He moves slowly pressing his spike against them, tormenting as he presses into them inch by inch. Needy moans leave their lips, hands clinging to him desperately as they roll their hips. “Ratchet!” They cry out.

Their stomach bulges from Ratchet's spike, the bright pink splatter across their skin nearly has ratchet overloading from the mere sensation, not to mention the intoxicating scent of their skin. Ratchet groans deeply at the sight of his spike bulging their abdomen, his engines rumbling with feral satisfaction. One hand strokes almost reverently over the taut swell.

"So stunning like this... stretched wide around me, primus so small and tight”

Slowly he draws his hips back, then thrusts forward, grinding deeply into them. setting a steady pace, rockin into the slick heat enveloping his spike. Ducking his head, he captures their shoulder between his denta, glossa flicking against the sensitive skin as he tries to lap the perfume from their skin.

Ratchet growls deeply, thrusting harder at the way they clench around his spike. The table creaks and trembles under the force of his movements but he can't bring himself to slow down.

"Yes, just like that," he rasps. "Keep that sweet valve squeezing me. Feels so good..."

captures their cries in a heated kiss. "Want you to overload for me," Ratchet purrs. "Let me feel you come undone around my spike, sweetspark..."

His engines are roaring furiously now, spike swelling and throbbing powerfully inside their smaller body. Ratchet groans deeply as they clench around him again, the feeling of that slick heat clenching and rippling around his spike is incredible.

"That's it love, overload for me... you feel exquisite. So good"

The sensations quickly become too much for his own systems to bear,the feeling, scent and the pure primal heat running through his system hits hard. With a staticky shout of Julian's name, he buries himself to the hilt and overloads powerfully. His transfluid gushes hot and thick, pumping deep into their smaller form.

His engines vent heavily as he leans over them, face pressed into their shoulder, a deep guttural moan leaves him, Shuddering with aftershocks. When he finally leans stack to take in their exhaust and truly used form their lungs desperately inhale and exhale drawing in air as if it was their life line.

Bright pink transfluid pudding around them as Ratchet's systems finally subsided. His optics flicker on them. “ Are you alright?” he asked softly, his human companion replied with a soft whine and nod. “ Remind me not to wear my perfume out in public” the call out in shuttered words. It makes ratchet chuckle as he leans back down to them. “a wise decision”

#transformers #transformers x human #transformers idw #transformers x reader #transformers lost light #transformers prime #ratchet #ratchet tfp #transformers ratchet #tfp ratchet #ratchet transformers #ratchet mtmte #mtmte transformers #mtmte #idw transformers #tf idw #valve plug #valveplug

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stickytrigger69 · 10 months

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OK OK STAYING ANON FOR THIS FOR SURE this request is so cheesy but i need nsfw fluff of idw soundwave since hes so hard to find fanfic of 😩 but anyways, IDW Soundwave making love to femme cybertronian reader after they became Conjunx Endura? (basically Conjunx Endura is IDW transformers version of marriage) I mean more intimate and loving than lustful but it still can be, just more on loving spectrum. Preferably in the spooning position while Soundwave whispers sweet-nothings into her audio processor as he moves in and out of her, knowing that he’s hers and she’s his as he kisses her jawline.

(in the comics, its canon that he has a mouth! i forget the names of the comics but we see him without his maskplate)

anyways i know this request was super cheesy 🧍‍♀️ but ye, i read your previous fanfic and thought that your writing is just so amazing <3

IDW Soundwave x Femme Cybertronian Reader

I fucking love this

Fluffy and Loving NSFW

Married life ^v^

Reader and Soundwave are conjunx endurae and have been for a few years already.

Readers frame, paint job, height, etc. are unspecified.

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The berth is so comfortable and warm. The soft thermal sheets and pillows. Not to mention the warm frame of your dearest. He is most often in this position, cuddling you from behind. Frame curved perfectly to yours. Your aft pressed perfectly into his hips. He wakes up like this. It is the middle of the night, and as his optics focus, he gets a clear view of the back of your helm. His arm around your waist, his servo caresses your abdomen, feeling the smooth plating before he starts feeling you up. Servo just beneath your chest plate.

His servo moves down to your waist, feeling the curvature of your hips. Within a few seconds, he feels his own plating begin to heat up. He uses his digits to caress you, rubbing and pinching at your hips and tribulen. How has he ended up with such a beautiful conjunx? That's so perfect. It amazes him that you chose him over any other bot. You willingly chose a decepticon over an autobot. He is constantly filled with love from your EM field and your frame. Most of your love sessions are sweet and vanilla. Other times, he's frustrated and uses you. You haven't once told him to stop before. In fact, you've spurred him on, wanting it harder and faster. The last time you did anything with each other, it was short-lived. Thus, he has been pent up for the past couple of solar cycles.

That doesn't mean he wants to just pound you until you're spike drunk. He's actually feeling lazy right now. His spike slowly pressurizes behind his panel. He keeps fondling you and puts his face in the crook of your neck. He watches your face as he pinches at your side with a smile on his face.

"(designation)," He whispers to you before pecking at your cheek, "wake up, my love. I want you." He continues to plant kisses on your neck and jaw and face. Slowly, you release a groan, feeling his servos roaming over your body. His touches are soft and slow tonight while he's gently grinding his hot panel against your aft.

"Mmm," without a second thought, you push yourself back to rub your aft on him, "Yes, please, my spark." You hum seductively. He uses his other arm to prop himself up so he can turn your upper body more towards him so he can see you better. He leans down and kisses you, derma locking together as his servo reaches further down to rub at your panel while you continue grinding on each other. You lift a leg up so he has better access.

His digits skillfully rub at all your sweet spots that make you arch your back. You're still sleepy, but this feels so good. You moan into his intake as your panel hisses and slides away. You choose only to reveal your valve this time. He smirks into the kiss and starts rubbing at your valve lips, and you twitch every so slightly. He rubs your node softly and then returns his attention to your folds. His leg scoots under the one you've been holding up so he can slide down a little to get a better angle. Within seconds, you feel his hot plating against your valve lips, and you arch your back a bit more to try rubbing yourself against him.

Your valve aches and vlenches on nothing while he grinds his panel against you and rubs circles on your node. His digits rub up and down your valve only to return back to your node to rub and pinch it gently. Your transfluid spreads across his closed panel, and he groans at the feeling. He continues kissing your neck and sucking on your cables. Without warning, two digits push themselves inside you, and you moan softly. Still grinding into your aft, he slowly fingers you, thumb rubbing your node as his digits push in and out at a teasing pace. You tilt your head back and to the side and reach your servo to hold him by the hip, urging him to grind harder against you.

He slowly flexes his digits, spreading you open. He pushes his digits deeper and deeper into you, looking for all his favorite spots, a small node there a caliper here. Finally, he finds the little bundle of nodes he's looking for. He rubs it roughly, making you gasp and twitch.

"Oh, please, my spark. Please." You beg. He knows what you want and he decides he'll give it to you because he wants it just as badly. His panel hisses and slides away, his spike bobs out, ready and waiting. Pre leaks from the slit and he uses his servo to press it against your valve so he can tease some more. Grinding his spike in between your folds, coating it in your slick.

"You're so good for me. I love you so much." He praises and pours his spark out to you while slowly pushing his spike into your needy valve. He keeps his servo on your lower abdomen to hold you in place as he slowly thrusts into you. You moan and whine his name over and over again. He keeps a steady pace, going deeper and deeper with every thrust into your tight valve. Your calipers clench onto him tightly, trying to keep him in, and it makes him groan deeply into your audial.

The lewd sounds your valve makes each time he pushes in is music to his audials, mixed with the sounds of your whining drives him crazy. It doesn't matter how pent up he is right now. It won't make him speed up or sit up and hold you down while he takes what he wants. He loves this. This is probably his favorite way to make love to you, slowly unraveling you at your core. Gentle and loving and patient. It's enough to make his spike twitch and throb inside you. He grinds his spike into while planting more kisses on your neck and jaw, kissing and licking and sucking at you while you moan from feeling his spike rub against your tight walls.

"Feels so good. Oh, Soundwave." You moan sweetly. Your EM field releases wave after wave of love. It's warm and fuzzy and makes him do the same, love and adoration coming deep from within his spark to mingle with yours. Nothing in the universe could ever make him feel this way, so loved and wanted, needed. It causes possessiveness to bubble up in him, but he doesn't change pace. Keeping it steady and gentle. With another groan, he starts thrusting into you again. He wants so badly to overload in you, paint your walls pink with his transfluid.

Your calipers squeeze and flutter around him. You're getting close. He holds up your leg for you, servo squeezing onto your tribulen as he chases your overload.

"Mmm, wait." You whine. He stops, wondering what you want or need. Is he going too rough? Does it hurt? "I want to see you." You moan, and your request makes his spike twitch inside you. He pulls out, and without another word, you climb on top of him. Sitting fully on his spike to ride him. You take his servos into yours as you stare deeply into his optics. You lean down and plant your forehead on his as you bounce a bit faster.

He smiles so sweetly at you. "Overload for me." He hums before pecking your derma. With a moan, you overload on him. Calipers clenching down on his spike, squeezing him so tightly and causing him to overload with you. He groans deeply as your valve milks his spike. Pulling rope after rope of transfluid from him. Your chest opens up, revealing your spark and his follows suit. Your sparks reach for each other and merge together. He can hear your voice, strings of "I love you," flood his processor. When you're chests close and you're catching your breath, he kisses your face all over.

There are no words spoken as he lays you back down on your side. He caresses your hip again as he looks into your optics. Your servo reaches up and holds his cheek, and your leg reaches over his hip and rests on him. After a while, your optics are ready to close again, and without a second thought, he gets up to get a towel to clean you up. When he comes back into the room, you're in recharge already. So he carefully cleans you up, taking his time to admire you while you sleep.

His spark is flooded with love for you and from you. He knows how much he means to you and how much you mean to him. He never wants to lose you. And despite what others say about him being a Con, you don't love him any less. In fact, you praise him. He knows his values, and he will always strive for better, and you admire it. He loves you so so much that it hurts sometimes. He just tossed the towel aside and lays down with you, pulling your frame close to his. He's never letting you go, ever.

#transformers #tf #maccadam #macaddam #macadam #cybertronian reader #femme cybertronian reader #femme reader #tf idw #idw tf #idw soundwave #tf soundwave #soundwave x reader #idw Soundwave x reader #valve plug #valveplug

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medicdoodles · 3 months

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For a new chapter from kinktober fic since apparantly A03 takes links only. Smut underneath.

(A03 Link)

#valve plug #valveplug #tfp Ratchet #tfp Unicron #noodle mcdoodle

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wyrm-with-a-why · 7 months

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I vote we put every person Megatron is shipped with into the hunger games(myself and my fellow Megatron simps included) and we battle to the death and the last person standing gets to impregnate him and he becomes the wife of the winner

#transformers #megatron #bottom megatron #valve plug #?#idk how exactly to tag this sorry #hunger games insertion yes #I just want him to carry my brood #I will treat him right.#teehee thoughts with wyrm

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conjuxedurax · 1 year

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I love Shockwave sm

Expect a lot of him and wavewave mess here

Manic cackles

#valveplug #valve plug #transformers #transformers shockwave #shockwave #sticky interface

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dwanks-after-dark · 1 year

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reposted because tumblr wouldn't let me add community labels to the old post even tho it had a grand total of 12 notes 😔 functional post editor

#valve plug #valveplug #i still dont know if its one or two words #rodimus prime #mtmte #my art

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saberstars · 4 months

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They are brothers and yes one is inspired by prowl tfa version hehe

#my art #rambles #valve plug #my ocs

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rengekaren · 2 years

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"Ah~ Co... Commander 💕"

#transformers #maccadam #valveplug #valve plug #shockwave #tfp #transformers prime #vehicon

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superqueermo · 2 months

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Since you guys liked my g1 lingerie Ratchet I figured I’d show my Lost Light Ratchet too 👉🏻👈🏻

#/nsft #transformers #valveplug #valve plug #art #transformers ratchet #transformers lost light #tf ll #transformers ll #idw transformers #idw tf #/nsfw #robots in clothes

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mecha-milkers · 11 months

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How it feels to consume media of my favorite emotional support robots.

#transformers #tfp #tf idw #tf mtme #tf fanart #valve plug #valveplug #Rodimus prime #Soundwave #Starscream #Megatron #Perceptor #Skywarp

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vhs-centric · 4 days

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#comicides #tfa shockwave #valve plug #just in case ig

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stickytrigger69 · 10 months

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nsfw of TFP Shockwave blowing off some steam by roughly fragging his femme lab assistant reader? size difference please, shockwave is big and hella strong in tfp and i’d like him overpowering a femme that’s small and delicate ^_^

mouthfucking (like where he firmly grabs her by the helm and thrusts into her mouth) and actual penetration (you can choose the position for the actual penetration part, i don’t mind!)

TFP Shockwave x Femme Cybertronian Reader

NSFW minors DNI!!

Femme Reader

Reader has a small frame, short, smol

The reader is just a little bit shorter than Knockout

Reader frame type, optic color, paint job, etc, are unspecified.

Is it just me, or are my fics getting shorter? 🤔

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Somebot really must have gotten on his last nerve to have him thrust his spike down your throat so harshly. He had practically stomped into the lab just minutes ago and immediately started fondling you before pushing you down to your knees. You thought you might have had to work him up a bit, but it seemed the scientist had no patience right now. Thus, when his panel opened a fully pressurized spike sprung out and bobbed, the tip leaking pink prefluid. The large mech had an impressive spike, lengthy and girthy, the purple biolights and ridges glowing vibrantly with need.

As soon as the tip was in your mouth, his servo took hold of your helm, and he started using you. Your optics stung with coolant as his spike hit the back of your throat at a fast pace. You try not to choke on the intruding appendage. Oral lubricants and transfluid coating your throat and leaking out the sides of your mouth every time he pulls his thick spike out. Your glossa tries to keep up with his spike, trying to lick when he pulls out and flatten when he plunges back in. You try to swallow the thick fluids in your intake, throat closing around and sucking his spike deeper into your hot mouth. He is ruthless in his ministrations, your small servos holding onto his wide hips to keep some semblance of control as your helm is pushed forward and pulled back in time with his thrusts.

You moan around his spike and squeeze your optics shut tight when he shoves his spike further down your throat with every other thrust. He grunts when your throat tries to swallow him and hisses when he feels your denta lightly graze against the sensitive ridges. He looks down at you periodically to gaze into your soft optics. So full of admiration, he can see deep in you that you only want to please him, impress him, and serve him. You give yourself to him freely and always without objection. You have even approached him before, asking timidly if he was "in the mood," which he almost always was.

You have no idea what kind of vice grip you have on the large mech; you can not even begin to comprehend just how you make his blood boil in his lines from a look. Shockwave is known for being a mech of logical standards and patience being a core attribute deep within his coding. Never before has he seen himself crumble so easily to the basic needs of any Primus forsaken bot. Never has he known himself to fall prey to the desperation that clung tightly to his internals and processor net. A strange possessiveness floods his circuits the longer he stares into your lidded optics.

He takes a moment to slow down to admire your faceplate contort with every thrust into your mouth. Your face tilts up, and your cheeks expand, optics glistening with coolant that threatens to fall from the outer corners until he retracts his spike from your intake. He pulls it completely from your derma, a string of your lubricants connecting his spike to your glossa that barely peeks from your parted derma. Face hot to the touch and flushed, plump derma swollen from the assault. His servo moves to cup your cheek, thumb running over your bottom derma, spreading the glossy fluids over your chin, your hot breath caressing his digit.

You think he might be finished using your intake until his servo slowly moves under your chin to tilt your head back. His digits skillfully wrap around your neck, a gasp leaves you, but it's quickly stifled when he thrusts his spike down your throat. He starts back up at a brutal pace to observe how you react, optics narrow and brimming with coolant. You struggle for the first few thrusts, but then you are able to relax your throat, so he slides in and out effortlessly. The longer you sit there, taking what he gives, the more fluids gather behind your panel, valve clenching on nothing.

His spike twitches in your throat, and after two more thrusts, he finishes, transfluid coating your throat, and you try your best to swallow it all. He holds you close to his pelvis, spike still lodged in your throat and twitching, and small spurts of fluid are released after every time your throat swallows around him. He pulls out, letting you catch your breath, trails of coolant from your optics streak your face and lubricant leaks from the corners of your intake, he can tell you enjoyed it. His perfect little assistant, so proper and intelligent with diligent servos that work so hard taking notes and securing data. Her pretty little intake fits his spike so snugly and delivers information thoroughly and without error.

He can feel the spark of arousal in his spinal strut, and his spike begins to pressurize once more while he watches you with admiration. He doesn't even have to say anything but instead lifts you up himself, placing you on the table on your back. Without even thinking or being asked, you allow your panel to slide away, giving the large mech before you full access to your slickened valve, glistening in the glow of his big red optic. Shockwave harshly thrusts two of his large digits into your valve, making you keen and arch up off the table as you are blissfully stretched open. Your short moans and heavy panting pleases the purple scientist as he scissors and wiggles his digits in your tight heat.

For once, all logic is thrown out the window. He pulls his digits from you and makes you open your intake. As soon as his wet digits enter your intake, his thick spike plunges deep into your valve with one powerful thrust of his hips, making you cry out in pleasure. He pulls out slowly but then rams back into you, your valve squelching, and your hips making a clanging noise when they connect. after the few thrusts, he starts going faster, gradually picking up the pace. It's his way of being passionate and gentle with you. How he keeps himself composed.

The palm of his servo cradles your lower jaw, two large digits pressed down on your glossa. He buries his spike in you and takes a moment to lean in close. He does his best to touch his forehead against yours tenderly, and it makes you moan lowly. He stands back up straight to watch your valve spasm around his spike. He slowly pulls out and then just as slowly pushed back in, watching in amazement how your valve takes him in and tries to keep him in. He loses his patience and starts pounding you, roughly thrusting in and out of your pretty valve, and you close your optics tightly.

"Open them, look at me." He he commands as he pulls his digits from your intake to grasp your face harshly. He stops thrusting and grinds his hips into you, his spike rubbing against your interior node. You moan and open your optics. "That's a good femme." He praises and resumes thrusting into you. His servo now holds you by your throat, keeping you still so he can see your face. After he's had enough of that position, he stands straight and starts moving you. He pulls you to the edge of the table and turns you on your side. With one leg held up against your chest and the other resting on his. A large servo holding onto your ankle. He rests his arm canon underneath your hip to keep you at the perfect angle. You know how he likes to watch your face while he fucks you so you keep your optics focused on him.

"I do adore your smaller frame. It amazes me that your valve can take my large spike." He lets go of your ankle to caress your hips and rub sweetly at your frame. You're only a few inches shorter than Knockout, taller than the female autobot, but still, so much smaller than Shockwave. You absolutely love how he towers over you and how he can use his large frame to dominate you, and it makes your valve clench around him. He grunts and continues to thrust into you.

Your smaller stature causes him to be, possessive, at times, a hindrance he thinks, but he does enjoy feeling like your protector.

"No one else." He threatens. "No one else can have you like this. You're my pretty little assistant, no one else's. Do you understand?" He growls.

"Y-yes, oh, I understand. I don't want anyone else but you, Shockwave." You whimper and moan.

"Good." He praises before lifting you up. He holds you up against him and fucks up into you. Lifting you up and down onto his spike the way he likes. He's in full control. You couldn't stop him even if you wanted to, and it thrills him. He hasn't shared what he's wanted to do with you just yet, a little worried you might not want to, or you might think he's crazy. He will make his requests at another time because right now, you feel so good squeezing his spike. You're so hot and tight and wet. He just can't get enough. Such a small perfect frame, he's addicted.

His hips start losing their rhythm. He's unwinding. Before he can say anything, though, you overload around him. Helm thrown back and legs shaking violently as you cry out his designation. Your spasming valve is driving him crazy. He can feel himself losing control. Before he knows it, he overloads in you. His hot transfluid filling you up to the brim and spilling out onto his tribulen and the floor. He holds you tighter against his frame as he rides it out, slowly grinding into you. Without looking, he steps backward and sits in his chair.

For a little, you're still until you start grinding your hips on him, feeling his spike swirl around in your valve. With a satisfied hum, you cease your movements and continue resting against him. He starts rubbing your back and loving on you gently, telling you how well you did. And without thinking, tell you he loves you, that you're perfect, and that you're the only one he wants. You quietly hum and say that you love him too before you fall asleep. He chuckles, his sleepy girl. He'll clean you up later when deep sleep takes hold, and it'll be easier not to wake you.

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