#Digital Temperature Sensors

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Global Digital Temperature and Humidity Sensor Market Size growth, trend, opportunity and forecast 2023-2030

Global Digital Temperature and Humidity Sensor Market

The Digital Temperature and Humidity Sensor Market is expected to grow from USD 611.00 Million in 2022 to USD 1502.04 Million by 2030, at a CAGR of 11.90% during the forecast period.

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A digital temperature and humidity sensor is a device that measures the temperature and humidity of a specific environment and provides its values in digital form. The digital temperature and humidity sensor market research report includes various market segments based on the type of sensor (analog output or digital output), application (automotive, aerospace & defense, textile industry, and others), and region (North America, Asia Pacific, Middle East, Africa, Australia, and Europe). The major market players in this segment include Sensirion, Amphenol, Honeywell, Bosch, Silicon Labs, TE Connectivity, Texas Instruments, STMicroelectronics, ALPS, Invensense, Infineon Technologies, Robert Bosch, TDK, NXP Semiconductor, Continental AG, Murata, Delphi Automotive, Analog Devices, Omron, Panasonic, QTI Sensing Solutions, and Sensata Technologies. The report also covers information on regulatory and legal factors specific to market conditions. Regulations and legal factors play an essential role, particularly in the development and approval of sensors within the market, such as compliance with environmental regulations and safety standards.

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One of the latest trends followed by the Digital Temperature and Humidity Sensor market is the integration of wireless connectivity technologies, which enables real-time monitoring and data sharing between connected devices. Additionally, with the growing adoption of IoT and digitalization, these sensors are becoming an essential component in smart cities and industrial automation.

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Analog Output

Digital Output

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"Erogenous zone" GN BOT Reader x Optimus, Jazz, Trailbreaker, Blaster, Bluestreak, Wheeljack

Summary: They make you overload through heavy petting while they're playing with your erogenous zone. + a little revenge

G1 Characters: Optimus, Jazz, Trailbreaker, Blaster, Bluestreak, Wheeljack.

Warnings: Smut 🔞 MDNI

Notes: Erogenous zone used for reader is kept vague! Since bots can have so many. you can imagine what you'd like (wings, sensor panels, finials, tires, headlights, buttons, ETC). Bluestreak calls reader both "pretty" and "handsome" in his section. I know Trailbreaker doesn't have visible tires in g1 cartoon but he does on his G1 toy/official art!

Pronouns: You, your, yours.

Optimus's servos are wandering, and he can't exactly help how he instinctively moves to where he knows your frame is extra sensitive to his touches. Optimus doesn't realize he's gotten too- enthralled with every continued reaction he can get out of you, until you arch harsh against him. A groan manages out of you, and your servos are clenching on his frame. And Primus- you're dripping through the gaps of your modesty panel. Optimus tears his gaze away from the rather tantalizing sight when you apologize for overloading early.

Optimus moves away from where you're sensitive so he can cup your faceplate. "It's quite alright. Are you okay with continuing?" You are and thankfully want another overload. Optimus definitely would have had to self-service after seeing you like this. No cold solvent rinse would have been able to lower his now higher frame temperature.

Without waiting, you lean forward, and Optimus jolts and groans when you start assaulting one of his finials with your glossia. Your glossia is hot and dragging so slow along it- oh Primus. His vocalizor catches on itself when your servo traces his other finial. A gasping vent escapes Optimus when you tease both at the same time. The heat is steadily climbing higher with every delicate touch you give him. Optimus's servos find your frame again, and he grasps on as you continue to tease him.

Oh dear- maybe you'd both end up having an overload before either of your panels were removed.

-

Jazz wants to play, and his servos are wandering as soon as you start kissing. Jazz doesn't have any restraint right now (why would he with you?) So he goes to exactly where he knows you'll start squirming quick under his touch. Jazz can't get enough of you, every little sweet noise, every twitch of your plating, your em field flexing in growing want. He doesn't realize he gets maybe a little carried away until you jerk against him hard. And Jazz pulls away to see you panting and gasping, and your array panel leaking- Oh, hello Primus. Did he just make you overload from that?

Jazz grins and leans forward. "Oh baby, did you feel that good from some petting?" Jazz wouldn't usually tease you like this, but he can't help it right now. Especially when you're glaring at him, even when your optics are so bright and you're dripping through your modesty panel. You just look so darling, and Jazz was so gonna be saving this memory.

Your own servos are grabbing onto his hood, and Jazz does jolt when your digits are suddenly sliding along the outer shell of his headlights. Jazz watches as you slowly dragged your glossia along the trim of Jazz's autobot insignia. Jazz can not look away from your glossia following the line of the art. Your digits swipe over his headlights, and he huffs a breathy vent from your touch. Jazz can only smirk when he feels his own arousal spike.

Now, who was Jazz to deny you what you wanted? Especially if it was making him overload?

-

Trailbreaker and you weren't even planning on going further. You were just- making out in one of the empty ark hallways. And things got hot and heavy a lot faster than he'd thought it would. Trailbreaker can't help his servos wandering where he knows he'll get the best reactions out of you. He also can't help getting caught up in how you start rolling your hips against him and how you're sighing and moaning into his mouth. Then you jerk hard against him, and he breaks away to find you panting. Your optics are bright, and your thighs pitching inward- You're leaking right through your modesty panel! Oh-

Trailbreaker resets his vocalizor after his shock passes through him. "Slag- didn't mean to do that. Well... at least Red Alert got a nice show? Haha-" Trailbreaker feels a bit awkward making you overload here. But the fact that he got you to overload on accident of all things? it's doing something for him. And that some things got his frame temperature spiking quick.

A look passes over your faceplate, and Trailbreaker feels like he should apologize, but you don't give him the chance. Your servos latch out and go right for his sides and directly on where his tires were. Trailbreaker jumps and fails to stifle the noise that comes out of him when your digits drag along the inner rim of both tires. You're muttering how he should be quiet, and Trailbreaker bites his glossia to avoid the groan that wants to sound out of him.

Okay, Trailbreaker could do this- He deserved it after all- making you overload on accident out here. He was a defense specialist for a reason. Trailbreaker could take your punishment!

-

Blaster knows you don't have a lot of time at the moment for each other with your current week schedule on the ark. So he can't exactly say he didn't try to hold back- he did. Just turned out it wasn't nearly enough as he should have. Your glossia is in his mouth, and Blasters practically swallowing every sound he gets out of you. And his servos are instinctively wandering where he knows you'll make the sweetest sounds. Can you really blame him for getting carried away? Blasters optics snap back online when you grind hard against him and your servos clench tight on his frame.

Blaster pulls away to see the mess now leaking through your modesty panel, and Blaster laughs- it's not a full frame laugh, but it's a chassis deep chuckle. He isn't making fun of you. He just really, really finds it satisfying. "Oops... Well that's a sweet sight now, isn't it?"

Blaster sees your expression before you basically pounce on him. Your servo find his buttons, and Blaster grunts when you start working his buttons in the way that you know gets him hot and bothered fast. You needed to work his buttons a certain way for Blaster to get hot and bothered in the first place. And you knew every single method to do just that. Blaster can only sigh thickly when your digits drag along the edge of his buttons. The fever in his frame steadily bumping higher with every little teasing drag you gave him.

Blaster wishes he had more time to make some proper music with you. But he'd take a short but sweet melody over nothing.

-

Bluestreaks kissing you harder and softly moaning against your derma. You hadn't managed to steal any kisses from each other today, and he can't help being a bit desperate when you actually get a few minutes to each other. Bluestreak didn't mean to honestly- He just really likes how you sound when he touches you there. His digits lightly teasing you turns into his servos grabbing, and you get louder and louder in the kiss. You finally jerk against Bluestreak, which makes him break the kiss to ask if you're okay only to see your bright optics and leaking modesty panel-

Bluestreak doesn't know what to say for a solid klick before compliments practically burst out of his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you overload like that, but you look so good- pretty- handsome- you always look good, yeah, but you look really really good now? Sorry-"

You yanked Bluestreak back into another kiss, and he can only moan against your derma when your servos find his door wings. His spinal strut arches when you lightly squeeze the base of them both between your digits. Bluestreak whines against the kiss, and his servos end up returning back to where they were. You lightly jolted when Bluestreak began to continue touching you back. Your pelvis finds his, and he's stuck trying to keep coherent enough to return the favor under your touch.

Bluestreak hoped you'd be fine with him making you overload twice so soon. Because he didn't think he'd be able to stop at just the one.

-

Wheeljack is not sorry even if it was totally and completely an accident (He swears!). Wheeljack might have dragged you onto one of his work benches under a half badly joke flirt attempt of "examining your prime example of a frame" with a waggling optic ridge. You still played along with him, and he started to exaggeratedly touch your frame- and well, somewhere along the line, the touches went from joking to genuine to eager. And you're eventually panting and getting louder and louder- And Wheeljack only stops when you're suddenly overloading on his work bench. Wheeljack has to cycle his optics at the sight of you dripping through your modesty panel.

"Oh-" Wheeljack resets his vocalizor "Well that's... definitely a great way to conclude a scientific examination." Wheeljack laughs lightly only to stop short when he sees your expression.

Wheeljack practically shouts when you lunge forward, and your glossia drags right along the seam of where one of his helm panels touches his helm. Oh no no no he's sorry! He's so sorry! Wheeljack tries to mutter out, but he can only moan and grasp onto your frame with tight servos. Your glossia dragged along the indents of the very sensitive to soft touch frame accessory, and Wheeljack is reduced to a panting mess. Wheeljack can't even feel embarrassed about the whine that slips out of him when your servo comes up to grab his other helm panel.

Wheeljack really was sorry he swears! Oh slag- He guesses he could let you get him back for it. It was the least he could do!

[eminemily05]

Well, I did it. I finally cracked and wrote for Ratchet. And an inspired fic, no less

I wanted to give one of my pieces (Kissy Times ) a way that was more open to any readers/viewers. While also having fun building around the moment itself.

I hope I was able to capture the grumpy guy's personality well enough, and I do hope you all enjoy. And it gets a bit more suggestive towards the end, just a warning

This work is 2.2k words and roughly proofread...I may have issues.

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It’s a damn good thing the kids aren’t at base to witness this.

That’s the only thought on your mind as a metal servo slips under your shirt. The touch is gentle, hesitant even. Yet, its owner seems anything but at the moment. As mesh lips slot against yours, the faint rumble of an engine reverberates off the metal surfaces of the Autobot base. Steam slips through the seams of alloy plating, nearly unnoticeable biolights flickering beneath armor plates.

Of course, the feeling isn’t nearly as incredible as the fact of just whose servo is wandering your heated skin. 

Ratchet, mass displaced, yet still towering, had cornered you off to a section of the medbay. His back turned towards the main room so he could keep you from any prying optics that did manage to sneak in. Not that he was even focused on sensing whether any of the team witnessed this moment. All his attention diverted to the melting putty of human against his frame. To which he quickly responded with a supporting servo along the nape of your neck. Taking care to not pinch any skin between the seams of his digits as he cupped it with practiced precision.

Your hands found purchase along the seams of his warm plating. One settling on his shoulder pauldron. The other, gently cupping his audial–which wiggled happily–and pulling him closer into the embrace. Soft puffs of steam warming your fingers from beneath his frame. 

Internally, his scanner was pinging off repeatedly with warning signals for your current state. Easily, it picked up the shift of your breath, the uptick of your bodily temperature, and the steady increase of your heart rate as he practically stole the air from your lungs. His frame pressed flush to your trembling form and heated form. Yet, the feeling from your miniscule and weak EM field told him it was nothing to worry about.

Well, aside from the obvious–and very much annoying–human limits compared to his own alien species. Curse the universe for doing this to you.

Setting a shaking hand against his chassis, you gave a firm–yet gentle–push. It took him a moment to pick up on your silent plea, and he pulled back with a hiss of his pistons. Engine rattling unhappily at the separation. But, your comfort always came first.

Immediately, he was checking you over. A worried click of his vocalizer settling between you. “I…wasn’t too much, was I..?” His bright blue optics dimmed slightly and his finials perked. His sensors hadn’t picked up any physical discomfort, but mentality was always a fickle thing. 

Maybe he read your field wrong? He contemplated, It’s not like it’s his fault it was so fragging hard to pick up on.

Struggling to even get your brain to boot back up, you didn’t even notice the fact that the bot in front of you was having a mini crisis. Scared that scrap, he broke the human. How was he supposed to explain this to the team?

You were absolutely starstruck, your brain sailing high in the clouds on the wings of pure euphoria. When was the last time you had even felt something that good? That kiss had been so far out of this world–pun intended–that your mind was having a bit of a hard time coming back out of the stars. I’m sorry, but too much? You thought silently as his words finally floated into the mush of your hazy thoughts. This man cannot be serious. 

A repeated firm pat against your cheek brought you back. Crash landing your shuttle of daydreams right back down to the hard, serious surface of reality. You blinked a couple times before finally looking up at him. Him and his–very clearly–annoyed expression.

“It would be helpful if you could actually answer me, I do hope you know,” His finals twitched in slight, harmless, agitation. He wasn’t actually mad, just worried. Maybe he wasn’t always able to show it in the best way, but you had known him long enough to learn his tells.

Malleable metal creased slightly under his optical ridges in silent concern. Dimmed optics diligently scanned over your body for any sign of discomfort. Servos drifting over your skin for anything out of place. He cared through actions best, not words.

You couldn’t help the teasing tone that left your mouth, a smirk playing on your lips. “Well, then maybe you shouldn’t take my breath away so easily,” You gave the antenna of his back kibble a slight flick, drawing a stutter from his engine, before wrapping your arms up and around his helm. Messing him was child’s play.

Panic flickered across his features for just a moment. Plating hissing as it rose in stress, his digits gripping as his optics zeroed in on your chest. While generally perverted, you could tell he was checking whether your lungs had actually collapsed.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you probably wouldn’t be talking if they had.

“Take your breath away?!” His tone turned frantic, engine roaring loud and causing his frame to vibrate against you, “I didn’t mean to deprive you of air, oh I am a fo–” 

Fortunately, his concerned ranting was cut short when he saw the amused look on your features. Suddenly, his plating drooped with a click and hiss of steam as he gave you a clearly un-amused glare in return. 

“You were using one of your incredibly annoying Earth idioms, weren’t you. Need I remind you to not use those sort of phrases with a Doctor. I would feel this is obvious.”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you dragged a finger along one of his seams. Watching his finals perk slightly at the touch. He seemed to relax…albeit slightly. But hey! Slightly with Ratchet, in any capacity, was a celebration of its own!

“Loosen up Doc–” His wheels spun with displeasure at the nickname, finials flicking down, “You really need to stop thinking so much about it. Oh, and learn a bit more about human culture and phrases. They get so much worse from there.” Ratchet hearing the phrase ‘shit fire and save matches’ would probably send him into a spark-attack and a tirade you didn’t even want to imagine explaining to him…

…Although, the idea did seem quite amusing.

“And fill my processor with useless, and primitive, information? Puh-lease. I’d rather build a space bridge from scrap, than even attempt to understand you humans.” He grumbles, looking at you over. Clearly, still apprehensive about your physical wellbeing 

“You still never answered my question, you know.”

He really was worried about you, wasn’t he? The old softie…

Sighing, you gently rubbed along one of his finials. His helm shifted to follow the touch as you answered, “Ratchet, that was probably the best damn kiss I’ve ever had. Too good, in fact.” You hummed, smirking at him. Mirth sparkled in your eyes. “Have any more experiences you’d like to ‘share’ with me?”

The question was supposed to be playful, a simple teasing jab at his age and probably lack of experience. 

….Apparently, that was not the case.

“Not that you could handle.” He scoffed, the corners of his dermas twitching in a hidden smirk. Plates shifted as steam rolled through them. Your eyes widened like saucers at a sudden peak at his very much tucked away personality. Like a tiger eyeing its next meal through the chain-link of its enclosure.

This fucker! You thought, suddenly feeling like a kid who just watched the last of their favorite treat get swallowed up. How dare he keep sexy secrets from me. 

You sent him a deadly glare, an unappealing whine slipping from your throat. “That’s not fair, Ratch!”

The servo under your shirt shifted upwards slightly, digits caressing the curve of your spine. A breathy keen replaced your quick forming tirade and you couldn’t help leaning into the touch. His expression said it all for you. The medic knew exactly what he was doing.

Then again, he was a quick learner.

“What’s the phrase again? Life’s not fair?”

Oh, how you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. The digits dancing along your back didn’t seem to want to help your stuttering mind from its predicament.

“Nevermind, no more human phrases for you.” You grumbled, recovering quickly. Knowledge was power, and human knowledge in Ratchet’s servos was like playing with fire. His knowledge of you–your ins and outs–was like dancing through hellflame, though.

Breath suddenly hitching as he leaned in close, he gently bumped his helm against your brow bone. Taking care to shift his chevrons out of the way, lest he accidentally stab you. He moved to speak–which was probably more stupid snark from his stupid (handsome) face in that stupid (attractive) tone–and you instantly took the opportunity to jolt forward. Slotting your lips against his, stalling his engine and actually drawing a surprised whoop of his sirens. The small snort of amusement you gave was incredibly short lived, as his servo gave a gentle tug of your hair.

 Your gasp, with the following undercurrent of a soft moan, gave him just enough of a chance to slip his glossa past your lips. The taste of iron and static charge sat against your tongue, and your eyes fluttered closed. Any sane person surely wouldn’t find enjoyment in such a strange mix of taste. But at this point, sane wasn’t even part of the equation. Not when you got a chance at riding with (on) the party ambulance. The grouchy, moody, but incredibly skilled and fine wine, agedly handsome party ambulance.

Imagining a younger, college age version of this bot sent blood pumping straight between your legs. Fuck, Cybertron had been lucky to witness the glory of prime-time Ratchet. Young, Fast, Energetic, and definitely a great–

The ever learning and observing medic settled his servos down along your hips now. Applying skillful and perfect pressure that pulled soft whines and moans from your mouth, and took you from your fantastical thoughts. You’d revisit those later…in the safety of your room, with the comfort of your…toys.

A quick learner who knew–and catalogued–just where to touch to mold your mind into such hazy thoughts. As if he knew just what you were thinking. Like he was silently saying to you, ‘I may not be young, but don’t think I’ve lost the energy and spunk to break your brains.’ Or something like that. Though, that may have just been your own mind saying that to you. Then again…with magic hands McGee over here, your brain even struggled to make its silent snide comments.

It clung desperately to any rationale it still held, not that any of it would last long enough. Not with eons old, intelligent as fuck, alien medic man pressed right up against you. Rumbling frame and hissing joints steadily working to clog your brain and untense your body. Biolights flashing a very alluring, tantalizing, pattern beneath the cracks of his armor plating. 

Just relax. They almost spoke to you. And damnit if you didn’t want to listen. Because you really really wanted to. You’d need to ask Ratchet about that later…when thinking wasn’t so hard…let alone speaking.

It probably would help if you didn’t have metal, and shockingly soft, lips moving so expertly against yours. Glossa slipping against your lips and pushing your own tongue down. Static sparkling deliciously against the roof of your mouth. A pleasant little buzz.

Ratchet pulled back just slightly, enough to look at your blissed out expression with a soft chuckle. He hasn’t seen that sort of effect since he was back in Medical School as a charged-up, naive mech. But by the gods, he still had it. And with a human, no less.

It made his wheels spin in pure excitement.

Thinking about it, the team wouldn't be back for a couple more groons. Having gone out on a scavenging mission for energon. And the old bot had needed a break for a good while. Optimus would certainly agree…

So, just this once, he supposed he’ll take what he deserves.

Settled in his reasoning, the aged mech slid his servos under your thighs and easily lifted you right up against the metal wall. Your back sat flush against it as his grip held you securely. The show of strength only caused your face to heat up significantly. Obviously, a human was like holding a bag of grapes compared to the metal these bots flung around regularly. But fuck if it wasn’t hot seeing how effortlessly Ratchet could fling you around.

Though you wished he'd just fling you into the nearest bed, this would do fine.

Locking his lips back up against yours, his engine rumbled loudly. Vibrating his entire frame against your body and sending pleasurable sensations down to the aching between your legs that so desperately needed some touch.

His vents and fans whirred at a deafening pace as his servos found purchase along your waist. Digits sunk gently into the plush skin as he held you pinned against the wall with his hips. Your legs settled along the runners of his hip guards and you just barely registered his antenna wagging at the movement. Like some overgrown, metal puppy. How adorable.

You silently thanked the gods that the kids weren’t here to witness this. 

Unfortunately, that was the last sensible thought your brain could make before Ratchet’s skillful touch dipped into your shorts. Completely shattering any rational idea from that moment on. At that moment all you could think was,

Thank you Primus for crafting this hunk of a wonderfully handsome, and incredibly skilled man. But please…just don’t let him break me.