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*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ prime shockwave x human fem reader 18+

• chemical desires — pt. 2 •

-> warnings/tags: 18+, size difference, breeding, toys (ish?), knotting. 3.7k words

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Between two claws, Shockwave presents you with a device that looks like a watch, it dangles and swings slightly, the device is tiny in his large servos. You’re sitting cross-legged on the top of his workstation, harsh white lights flooding you whilst you’re surrounded by tools and instruments.

“What’s this?” You ask, reaching up to grab it from him.

“This device will monitor your well-being, read your vitals, track your movements and will alert me with a localised alarm system in the event of capture, danger or injury,” Shockwave explains to you.

His enormous frame looms over you, emanating a warmth that feels contradictory to the cold science lab you’re in. You hum to him, turning the watch over in your palm to assess it further. You suspect he researched pre-existing devices and accessories that humans use to come up with its design.

You wrap it around your wrist, hooking the clips to keep it secure. Shockwave watches you silently with that bright red optic as you touch along the face of the watch, looking at the different uses that it has.

“Is it necessary that it notifies you when I’m hungry?” You query, your current hunger levels flashing up on the screen as a bar chart, your thirst levels on the same diagram.

“And my vitamin levels?” You continue, getting more confused by the various different labelled statistics. The data downloads straight into Shockwave’s processor, so that he knows exactly what you need and when.

“Sustenance is important for your species, as well as sufficient energy levels and immune functions. I’ve observed that you demonstrate poor behaviours when you are deprived of these necessities.”

Your face twists with disapproval.

“Are you saying that I get cranky?”

“Yes.”

There wasn’t a beat missed between your question and his answer, making you let out a little huff of feigned annoyance before a smile that you couldn’t help crawls on your lips. He cares about you. In his own strange, twisted way.

“At least it’s pretty,” you study the device, which is a purple-ish chrome, sleek in design and lightweight. There are subtle pink-hued lights that wrap around the strap, they pulse in time with your heartbeat. It’s almost as if it’s alive.

“Aesthetics were of secondary concern. It is an optimal design to match your anatomy and circadian rhythm.”

You nod once, “You’ve essentially made me a Cybertronian Apple watch.”

Shockwave’s antennae pull back a fraction, “Don’t compare my creation with your primitive technology.”

You giggle at his comment, hushing out a quick sorry before you continue searching through the functions. There must be hundreds on here, leave it to Shockwave to be nothing less than rigorous. Before you can find another that takes your immediate interest, Shockwave interrupts.

“It also tracks your ovulation cycle.”

You blink slowly, not expecting that he would’ve installed a menstruation app into this thing. After a long pause, you reconsider, and realise that it would definitely be something he would do. He’s already promised to breed you, despite your rebuttals that it simply isn’t possible. However, you have no doubt that Shockwave has probably tinkered with his frame in some capacity to make it possible. If anyone could achieve the impossible, it would be Shockwave.

“The readings indicate that you are currently at your most opportune point for conception,” he explains matter-of-factly, but it still makes your cheeks heat up in a flush. You peer up at him, heat fizzling along your features. Warm emotions collide with cold logic, generating a flustered lightning in your brain.

“Would you like to interface?” He asks abruptly, in an unabashed tone, as if he’s relaying the conclusion to a hypothesis.

How on earth did he ever manage to lure you into his berth?

“If I ever say no to that question,” you start, quelling your flusteredness, “just know there’s something wrong with me.”

You can’t help it, you can’t resist him. Maybe it’s down to the best sex you’ve ever had, complimented by his insane spike, maybe you find his blunt demeanour charming, or maybe you’re just losing it from being holed up on this flying deathtrap for who-knows-how-long.

Shockwave places his clawed servo to the side of you on the workstation, gigantic frame slightly craning over you to bathe you in the ruby colour of his optic.

“Take off your coverings.”

“You wanna fuck here?” You grin as you start to unbutton your trousers, “on your workstation?”

Shockwave is unwavering, watching you shimmy out of your jeans and push them over the curves of your legs, discarding them to the side.

“Are you not satisfied with the location?”

You huff a playful laugh as you start to pull your top over your head, “Nothing like that, I’m just surprised that you’d be willing to risk cross-contamination with your precious projects.”

“I’ve already taken the required precautions to ensure that isn’t a risk.”

Your top follows the same fate as your jeans, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. You shift your weight to bring yourself to your hands and knees before beginning to crawl towards the edge of the workstation, the surface of which is level with Shockwave’s hip plating.

“Come on then, mass displace so that I can suck your spike,” you say, trying to conceal your excitement as you make your way over to him.

“That won’t be necessary,” Shockwave replies.

You cock your head to the side, grin widening, “Oh? No foreplay? That eager to breed me, hm?”

Shockwave wraps his large, clawed servo around your waist, halting you in your tracks. With ease, he flips you so that you’re lying on your back.

“I had other ideas,” Shockwave says plainly, pinning you to the surface of the workstation with sharp claws. You don’t resist, curiosity for what he has planned gnawing at the forefront of your mind.

The fact that he isn’t mass-displacing causes a seed of unease to take root in your gut, your system humming with thrill but not being able to ignore the harmonic distortion in the background. You know better than to completely trust this mech, knowing that he believes ethics are nothing more than a limiter on achieving the greatest results for science.

His spike emerges through his interface paneling, the intimidating beast rearing its head at the sight of your small form helpless underneath him. The fear really starts to simmer in your veins now. You’ve never encountered his spike when he’s not mass-displaced and your eyes go wide in shock.

He’s not thinking of putting that in you as is, right? There’s no way; you’d split in half. It wouldn’t even fit, no matter how much lube he lathers on.

“Your cortisol levels are spiking,” Shockwave observes.

Your heart patters against your ribcage, your body morphing into an unstable field, oscillating between polarities.

“Insertion wouldn’t be possible,” he continues, “I will not attempt it.”

That’s about as reassuring as he can be, your terror becoming a minor tremor in the deep well once you know that he doesn’t intend to impale you on his spike today.

Shockwave drags you down the smooth metal of the workstation, bringing you so that your ass is at the edge, your legs instinctively cradle upwards, before he steps closer and lines his spike up against your body. Your legs settle on his chassis plating.

It’s huge. The length stretches from between your legs all the way to your neck, his weeping slit mere inches from your face. The tangy scent of his prefluid is so much more potent like this. The heavy weight of his cock presses against you, the thick base pushed right up against your clit.

“The friction your body provides will be more than sufficient in reaching overload,” Shockwave muses before he gathers your legs with his servo, looping your legs around either side of his spike. He holds your ankles together, essentially turning you into a personalised spike ring.

“You’re– you’re gonna thigh fuck me,” you say in a way that makes it sound like you don’t believe your own words.

“I suppose you could call it that,” Shockwave confirms before drawing his hips back experimentally, the ribbed texture of his spike running against the skin on your legs. It brushes against you like a braille that is only for you to understand.

You yelp in surprise, muddled with fear as he thrusts back through the parting of your legs, keeping your head flat to the workstation to avoid getting thumped by his massive spike. He catches on your clit, thick girth pushing through the valley between your breasts.

The material of your underwear rubbing against your clit paired with the ribbing of his spike leads to a strange concoction of stimulation, something that you don’t think could ever be recreated outside of a situation with Shockwave.

The skin on your legs resists him as he pumps his hips at a moderate pace. He grunts at the dryness, realising that lubrication is needed to make this pleasurable for the both of you.

Letting go of your ankles, he reaches over you, forcing his spike to push further into your chest. Rather than falling away, your legs tighten around him. You gasp for air before he pulls out a bottle of lube from a stowed-away compartment on his workstation.

Lube? In his lab? Oh, he definitely knew he’d end up fucking you here at some point and he came prepared for that eventuality. He seems cold and reasoning, but he’s actually just a horny little freak that looks for any excuse to have you beneath him.

Pushing the lid off with his thumb, he tips the bottle of lube on its head before squeezing, drizzling it over his length until it pours over the edges, drenching your chest in the stuff.

You shudder at the cold and thick substance, but you’re grateful for how much easier it's going to make this situation.

Shockwave chucks the bottle, regrabbing your ankles with a squeeze before he starts up his pace again. You moan into the air, the lube being spread all over your body. It soaks your bra and underwear in hardly any time at all, leaving you a slippery mess. Your legs become slick, but it doesn’t take away from the tingling sensation that trills through you from the bumps that hit against your skin like nerve play.

“You look good like this,” Shockwave rumbles as he fucks your plush thighs, “you see that this is where you belong.”

Your hips moved and bucked of their own accord, sliding against him desperately like a bitch in heat. Your hands ball into fists as you work every lower body muscle that you can whilst he pistons his hips, quiet grunts and groans trembling from his chassis.

The prefluid weeps out of his flared tip, mixing with the lube to create a swirling nebula of hot pink, milky white and clear fluid that decorates you.

You tense your thigh muscles, flitting your eyes downward to watch the unruly beast that ruts between your legs, watching how the unyielding length disappears and reappears between your thighs.

Your cunt throbs, the soft fabric of your panties cling to your drooling hole before you angle your hips slightly upwards, letting him rub against your entire slit. You feel his frame stagger before his antennae flinch.

“Your arousal has such a pleasing scent,” he compliments you. You whimper, not realising that he could smell you like that. No wonder he reduces himself to a feral fuckbot every time you get a little worked up.

On a pull out of his hips, he stills for a short moment. You mewl with a pout, confused as to why he’s halted.

Releasing your ankles again, he grabs the base of his spike before guiding it to the edge of the underside of your underwear. With precision, he hooks his spike under the material before pushing back up and through your thighs, straining the elasticity of your underwear with it.

You let out a sound that’s so riddled with lust it makes Shockwave’s processor lag before he continues to glide against you, holding his spike in place. Your legs fall open, spreading wide so that he can use the tip of his spike to rub against your exposed clit.

The way your panties bulge with each thrust is utterly sinful. They’re so soaked that you can see the colour of Shockwave’s spike underneath it.

Your moans fuel him, they provide him with more energy than any energon ever has. He could run on the fumes of your pleasure alone. His spike thrusts over you like he’s a mech that’s been let off the leash, his logic breaking that shows his desire arced like plasma coiling through a capacitor.

Your eyes roll back as you gag on your own cries, chants of his name sung in such high-pitches that you’d mistake them for gospel.

A rip shreds through the air, your eyes shooting forward to see that Shockwave has fucked himself so hard over your body that he’s pierced through your underwear. The elastic wraps around him, the textures on his spike catching on the material and causing a bigger hole.

You really need to talk to him about how many items of underwear he tears through, it’s getting ridiculous.

The sight of his unbridled lust tips the mental scales, your body plummeting into the canyon of pleasure that awaits you. You scream out, your orgasm hammering through you so heavily that your vision blurs, the light in the room stretching into rays.

His processor pings with the notification that you’ve reached your peak, and for some strange reason, that turns him on even more. Not that you’ve reached your peak, but that he’s been internally notified of it. He groans loudly, the sound drawn out as his optic blinks with dim colour.

He doesn’t warn you, but he thrusts his whole spike back over your body. The force completely rips your underwear off of you, caught on his length. His end takes him at a maddening rate, strong gusts of transfluid shooting from the end of his spike. The speed causes it to jet straight over you, rogue drips shooting off and splattering over your chest, neck and chin.

He ex-vents heavily as he gradually stops his movements. You pant for air, lifting yourself on your elbows and looking down to the pitiful shreds of your underwear that are stretched over Shockwave’s spike.

Shockwave stepped back, giving one last drag of his spike over your overworked body. There are smears of lube all over you, but you know that your scientist isn’t done with you yet. You arch your back up to unclasp your bra before Shockwave’s dangerous claws can ruin another piece.

“We’ll continue with interfacing,” Shockwave declares straightly, stepping up onto the workstation as you hurriedly shuffle back whilst he mass-displaces, your underwear falling from his spike as he does so. It happens within a few blinks, his broad frame teeming with the need to fill you again.

He stalks over to you with heavy pedes, spike still standing tall and bobbing between his legs. You let your thighs part as he kneels down over you, you’re still propped up on your elbows, shit-eating grin beaming wide on your face as he crawls closer to you. Servo and cannon planted firmly by your sides. He’s inspecting you. Assessing you. Intently.

“Then come fuck me,” you purr whilst you gaze into his optic, pulling your legs up to wrap around his waist, egging him on.

Like a precision instrument, he leads his spike to your waiting cunt, the head of it filling the space perfectly. With ease, he sheathes himself inch by inch, you let out a moan of relief as your head tips back, legs locking behind his back to make sure that he doesn’t stray too far from you.

He fits like a glove, the modified grooves of his spike kissing your walls to make them quiver. The dopamine he floods through your neural pathways is blissfully blinding, he subjugates any logic with a deep craving. You both find yourselves in feedback loops of eros when he takes you, and takes you, and takes you until you’re whittled down to little more than a controlled variable.

You clench around him as he starts to swing his hips back and forth, not allowing you a sliver of time to adjust to the stretch. He treats you like this because he knows you can take it, he’s confident in the diligent training that he’s carried out on you.

In truth, Shockwave loved to take you from behind. After thorough research, he’s concluded it’s the most effective position for conception. But right now, he couldn’t imagine having you in any other position as he looks down at your face, plastered with flushed cheeks, glassy eyes and jaw dropped. Seeing you get all hot and bothered over him swells something that isn’t entirely logical in his spark and it’s the only drawback to doggy for Shockwave.

He’s expressionless, but his little quirks and flits of his antennae often speak volumes. If he did have an intake, he’d practically be drooling for you as he pushes into your lush walls. Your needy cunt is starving for him, your muscles fluttering around his pulsing spike as he fucks you in ways that you never have been before. If you ever did manage to find your way off this ship, you don’t think you could ever find yourself being satisfied by another human ever again.

Strong hips jerk backwards only to barrel forward once again, his robust spike makes your mind flash white, your legs starting to quiver from overstimulation. Each time he pushed in, he buried himself completely. This hulking mech is no longer the obtuse virgin that you once crawled into bed with, all that lies before you now is a tower of ambition and lust.

Too busy to notice as he’s rearranging your guts, Shockwave leans the majority of his weight onto his cannon arm before moving his servo down to your clit. Thin and long claws start to vibrate, startling you from your ardour-fogged state. You gasp before tumbling into a moan that pitches higher as you carry it.

With creased brows, you look between your legs. His spike is bullying your little pussy whilst you witness another modification that Shockwave has made to his frame for your pleasure. Vibrating digits, of course.

“You are quite fond of clitoral stimulation,” Shockwave says with pre-existing knowledge of the fact, “you get significantly louder when I pay attention to this part of you.”

You whimper as you let him do with you as he pleases, you are entirely his to derive any pleasure he seeks.

“And you already know that I enjoy it when you are loud,” Shockwave adds, his helm drawing slightly closer to you. It’s his subtle way of ordering you to be loud, uncaring that you’re currently fucking in his lab, where any poor vehicon might stumble into.

You roll your hips up against him, your arms are starting to tremble from supporting yourself up by the elbows whilst he saps all the energy from your small frame. You can feel the knot at the base of his spike inflating, his altered body preparing itself to breed you.

The swollen soft metal knocks against you with each thrust, the flexible protomatter squishing up against your entrance that is already too full to welcome anymore of him without him forcing his way in.

The vibrations against your clit send quakes through your body, your needy noises getting louder with each moment. He doesn’t need to order you to be loud, he never fails to get you hollering with his impressive performance.

The constant buzzing against your bud causes you to find the end of your rope, body surrendering under his actions. You cum as a sweet cry pushes from between your teeth, cunt squeezing him tight

Your orgasm rides over the waves, dragging out for longer than usual. It has you pulling your legs to bring his form closer to you as your cry erodes into silence.

Satisfied with your reaction, he pulls his servo away to avoid the pleasure turning into an overstimulation that borders on pain.

“You see how well you behave when I spike you like this?”

His dirty talk is so odd, he says all the right things, but in a monotonous and analytic tone. It somehow still gets you going, especially in your post-orgasm mist.

His servo snakes around your back, digits splaying out over your spine to help ease the pressure on your arms, acting as a pillar of support. He holds you with ease, allowing you to lift your arms to wrap them around his shoulders instead whilst he continues to jackhammer into you, driving steadily towards his own release.

The strength of his thrusts crescendo, pushing his hips so that your used cunt is forced to house his bulging knot. The stretch is almost unbearable, fractured screams ricocheting in your throat as you hang onto him, your body heat causing his chassis window to fog up.

A groan that causes his vocaliser to cut out blesses your ears before you feel the heat of his tranfsfluid take up all the space inside of you, the barbed tip of his spike kissing your cervix whilst he fills it to the brim.

He’s locked securely inside of you, fitting together like puzzle pieces whilst he lets you milk him for the last drips that he has.

Your watch pulses rapidly with pink colour, an animation of a beating heart flashing up on the screen.

Shockwave keeps his servo on your back, keeping your close to him so that the two of you can bask in the company of each other. You wrap your arms tighter around him in an embrace, nestling your chin over the top of his chassis shelf.

“Your performance was exceptional,” Shockwave reassures with a gentle stroke of his claws over your back.

You hum, brain thrumming with fatigue. You can feel your heartbeat in your cunt, Shockwave's knot humming gently inside of you.

“I’m sticky, wet and hot,” you lean back, lying back on the workstation to make eye-to-optic contact with him.

“Once my seed has taken, I’ll take you to the washracks.”

“Will you help?” You chirp lowly with a wide smirk, gentle eyes pleading with him.

“If that’s what you desire, I will help clean you. I understand that engaging in subsequent care following interface will positively enhance pre-existing romantic feelings.”

He does care about you. In his own weird, twisted way.

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xdantesinfernox · 2 days ago

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*ೃ༄ prime shockwave x human fem reader 18+

• chemical desires • pt. 1

-> warnings/tags: 18+, oral, choking, knotting, monster-fucker-esque, small amount of blood/injury, breeding mention, references to kidnapping. 4.2k words.

-> minors + ageless blogs dni, you will be blocked!!

guys i tried OKAYYY pls be nice </3 shockwave is a difficult character to write LOL

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The dynamic you share with Shockwave could probably be considered an unconventional one. You’re a test subject with benefits at best, a wanted inconvenience at worst. It was Shockwave that saved you from your certain death, when Megatron realised that you weren’t worth much as a bargaining chip. They mistook you for a human ally of the Autobots, so they plucked you from your mundane little life to spin it all upside down.

When Megatron ordered to have you thrown overboard, Shockwave interfered and requested that you be passed to him instead. Not because he cared, or harboured any sentiment towards you. He saw a potential lab rat, one that would allow him to have a better understanding of the native species of this planet, determining how useful your kind could be to the Decepticon cause.

Your use to the Decepticon cause, as he hypothesised, was close to zero. However, your use to him? That was a result he wasn’t expecting. Unexpected, but entirely and thoroughly enjoyed. Your mouth and your tight pussy provide him relief and satisfaction unlike anything else he’s ever known. Before you, he could be considered inexperienced in sexual relations. It wasn’t necessary or strictly logical to be derailed by such primitive urges, not when he had so many other things to pour his attention into.

Now, he just enjoys pouring himself into you.

It should be beneath him, to fraternise with anyone. Let alone an organic. He’s a tank constructed of science and reason, feelings of lust aren’t something that should plague his circuits, memories of your loving mouth aren’t something that should fill his processor whilst he’s tinkering away with Primus-knows-what. You are the embodiment of a dangerous temptation, the antithesis of Shockwave’s coding. This flagrant caricature of intimacy that you share is indecorous, it does a great disservice to Aphrodite herself.

Shockwave is already mass-displaced and sitting on your desk chair when you walk to the small living space that he had made for you inside of his laboratory. It has no privacy, it’s just a desk with some paper and pens, a chair, a bed, and a chest for any clothes. It’s so barren, but you’re grateful for the lengths Shockwave went to in order to acquire it all.

It’s unlike him to be residing in your little corner though, he’s usually stood hunched over his desk working on one thing or another. His frame is parallel to the desk, cannon arm resting over the surface of the desk as his servo scrolls through a datapad.

You notice some yellow flowers in a small vase on your desk, your head tipping with curiosity as you approach him.

“What are these?” You question, looking to them as you stop a few steps in front of him.

Shockwave looks up from the datapad, “they’re flowers. Begonias, to be exact.”

You huff a small laugh, “I know they’re flowers. What are they doing here?”

“They’re for you,” he replies flatly.

You quirk a brow as you bring a hand out to gently brush your fingertips over the petals. Are they a gift? Or something more?

“For me? Are you trying to bribe me?” You beam a toothy smile, “because you know I don’t need to be bribed if you want your spike sucked. All you have to do is ask.”

If a faceless bot could look annoyed, you’re looking at it. His antenna flicker back slightly, optic glowing a fiercer red.

“I’m not trying to bribe you,” he says mirthlessly, “I’m conforming with your species’ standard courting procedures.”

“Oh, I see. So you’re trying to seduce me?” You tease playfully, stepping foward to get closer to him. You grab the datapad from his servo, slipping it out of his grip with very little resistance.

“My research suggests that giving items with positive connotations strengthens social bonds and reinforces romantic connections,” he explains as you place the datapad on the desk. Your hand goes to find his, wrapping your nimble fingers around his digits to bring his servo up to your mouth.

“Uh-huh,” you hum, singling out his middle and pointer digits before licking up the length of them, “and you’re sure you don’t want me to suck you off?”

You put the claws in your mouth, dragging your tongue up in between them before sucking. You play with him, working his digits further into your hot mouth, mindful of his sharp claws against the back of your throat. You maintain eye-to-optic contact with him, making sure he doesn’t look away.

Shockwave watches you, enchanted by your simple teases. How you’ve managed to chain this Goliath with just your mouth, you’ll never know, but it's something you take pride in. To have a big, scary Decepticon putty between your fingers, it’s enthralling.

“You’re quite vulgar,” Shockwave states, but the subtle feedback static in his tone says that you’re doing an exemplary job at chipping away at his resolve. Right now, he’s nothing more than a mass on a spring at equilibrium, anything might cause him to snap.

You smirk, pulling back on his digits slightly to speak.

“I’m not the one offering up gifts so that I can get my spike wet.”

You swirl your tongue over his metallic claws, the cold metal a sharp contradiction to the warmth inside your mouth. You’ve come to need the slightly iron taste of him, conditioned like a good pet.

“I will overlook your tone if you agree to get down on your knees,” Shockwave replies.

You grin triumphantly, he’s so predictable. He’s a pendulum in a frictionless vacuum, unimpeded by any external forces, his next step always foreseen.

“Oh, of course,” you coo, dropping to your knees slowly with his claws still loosely caged in your mouth, “please forgive me, Master.”

Shockwave presses down on your tongue, a wordless warning. You pull his digits out of your mouth, opting to kiss down them to find his palm instead. As you pepper kisses with gentle licks over his palm, you hear the hissing of his interface panel, the sound alone enough to tell you that his spike is up and ready to go. You’re near enough drooling at the sound of the opportunity that has just arisen.

The purple mech pulls his palm from your lips, snaking his servo around the side of your head to thread sharp talons through your hair, gripping you snugly by the roots. He urges you forward and you comply without protest.

You inhale a mouthful of air before you latch yourself onto his spike. His spike is nothing to scoff at, it’s thick at the base, wide in girth and long in length. It’s dark silver in colour with purple biolights and there are ribbed purple panels wrapped around his base that run up the length, the ribbing slowly getting less frequent the further up you go. And yes, it is entirely ribbed for your pleasure. Perks of fucking the ship scientist, you suppose. His tip is flared with what looks like little pliable barbs that feel divine inside your cunt.

It’s a plethora of sensations, all the texture on his spike. It sends the nerve endings in your mouth (and in your pussy) into complete overdrive, completely overwhelmed from all the stimuli. He likes to toy with modifications, he can’t please you by eating your pretty cunt in return for all the miracles you work with your mouth on him, so he’s seen to it that his spike is nothing short of breathtaking.

You wrap one hand around the base as the other comes to rest on his hip plating before you start suckling at his tip. Your tongue runs over the barbs, they catch on you and make you salivate. Spinning your tongue around his tip, you move to press up against his weeping slit. You lap up the prefluid, eager to take whatever he’s gracious enough to give you. Your tongue rubs up and down the slit, spreading the tingly taste all over the wet muscle.

Shockwave groans, barely above a whisper. He can’t see you, his chassis protrudes too far out to look down, so he can only imagine what it looks like when you play with him. In a way, not being able to see it makes the physical sensation feel more intense. Maybe when he’s not this preoccupied, he’ll consider installing some mirrors in this little makeshift space of yours.

Your skilled tongue is giving kitten licks to his tip, some of them slower than others, to test how much self-discipline he really has. He’s been obsessed with your mouth for some time now, something he encountered as an accident. Maybe it’s the fact that he doesn’t have one, making him yearn for yours all the more.

Deciding to take control of the situation, he pulls your head forward to make you swallow his spike. You yelp at the action, muffled by his thick length which is now forcing its way past your spread lips until he bumps the back of your throat. He wasn’t one for teasing, his assessment of it concluded that it was illogical. Why taunt when you can get to your ultimate bliss quicker when you don’t? You’re still trying to teach him the art of edging, trying to make him see that it can lead to a more fulfilling orgasm, but he’s too greedy for you to wait.

Restabilising yourself, you start to bob your head back and forth whilst you squeeze the base of his spike, the parts of him that your sinful mouth can’t reach. Yet. Your tongue sways along the underside of him as you move, your lips running across the ribs that decorate him. A moan is trapped in the back of your throat as you try to inch more and more of him into your mouth with each pass, regulating your breathing through your nose.

It was your mission to please him, to alleviate all of the tension he carries with him every day. He works to the wire, he’s been isolated for decades, he deserves this. He deserves to lose himself inside your mouth and you’re more than happy to give him all the love that you can. His helm tips back as his claws squeeze in your hair, strong frame guiding your movements.

Sturdy hips begin to thrust up into your mouth, using two forces to make you accommodate him. Your thighs tense as you feel your underwear start to stick to your folds from wetness, your nails scraping down the paint on his hips. He ex-vents loudly before he gives a particularly harsh thrust, forcing you ¾ of the way down his length. Your eyes start streaming with tears as he pries open your throat. You can feel the thrumming heat of his tip flush against the muscles in your throat.

Your body tenses, liquid heat pouring through you as you feel the excitement wrack you, snatching you with such a force that it’s almost dizzying. Fuck, there’s no way you’re gonna cum from this, right?

Your hips rock against nothing, trying to get some friction against your clit from the material of your underwear. It’s wet and hot, your clit is throbbing and begging to have attention, but you don’t want to take a moment of your attention away from your hulking mech.

The release finds you quicker than you anticipated, and much easier, too. You moan against him as you suck harder, the coil in your lower half springing free as an orgasm takes you.

His optic shutters as pleasure shoots through him, your throat wrapped so tight around him. Your gag reflex is flexing against his tip, massaging him and alluring him towards painting your throat pink.

“Did you just orgasm? From performing oral on me?” Shockwave asks, almost in disbelief.

Your eyes almost roll at his terminology, you decide to give a harsh tug to the base of his spike.

“There are no protests from me, I found it quite enjoyable.”

The inability to breathe is causing your vision to vignette, you hum pathetically in your chest as your eyes start to feel heavy as your tongue is forced to come to a stop. For a moment, he thinks he might’ve pushed you too far, so he eases up the iron grip on your head. Rather than pulling away, you start to suck him harder. His hips stutter and he’s reassured that you’re doing just fine.

So be it. He pulls back, allowing you a short moment of air, before forcing his cock back into your mouth as you babble. You’re slurping along his length, the vulgar sound echoing in his audials. Your lips are so overworked, plump and smeared with spit and pink fluid.

You resist closing your eyes as he regains control, using the pull on your hair to facefuck you at the pace he wants. Your tongue tries to keep up with him, curling and flicking against him. The barbs drag against the channel of your throat as he bullies himself further in, your jaw now as slack as it can be. Something of this size was not meant to go into a human mouth, but he’s trained you well.

“You will take it. You will.”

His end is nearing, he can feel the volts snapping at his circuits as he solely focuses on how you’re servicing his spike. His processor floods before short-circuiting, not being able to give you any warning before he fills your mouth with sweet transfluid.

You brace for the impact, his overload simply incredible in quantity. You do all you can to swallow, forcing as much down as will go, but his rate is too quick. Some spills from the sides of your mouth, back down his length. He overwhelms your mouth like a volatile reaction that’s reached activation energy, the outcome messy and overflowing.

You pull off his spike with the pop, the last bits of transfluid that you couldn’t take dribbling out into your cupped hand. You gasp, panting for breath as your lips tingle with a buzz.

Sitting back on your heels, you’re looking up to him now that you’re in his line of sight. Keeping eye contact, you lick the remnants of his overload out of your hand. He watches you with fervour, his spike bobbing with excitement.

You give a final long stripe of your tongue across your palm before you sigh, recovering yourself.

The ache for you radiates in his spark, he’s coming undone by the unbearable pressure of all of the things he hasn’t done to you yet. You have rewired his instincts, his chipsets are sovereigned by your body language. How could you, a small organic, manipulate the levers of his progression? He’s looking down at you in a sultry position, transfluid smeared over your lips and dripping down your chin, eyes glazed with lust, but he can’t help but feel the unwavering control he always has is being robbed from him, right from under his pedes.

“You okay, big boy?” You ask, his staring not going unnoticed.

As if he blinked, his optic faded in colour briefly before coming back.

“That was… Satisfactory.”

You grin with a chuckle before bringing yourself up to your feet, your hands crossing over your body to pull at the hem of your shirt.

“Satisfactory?” You parrot in jest as you pull the fabric over yourself, “you wound me.”

Sharp claws quickly tear into your trousers before you can even let go of your top, turning the garment into mere shreds.

“Allow me to rephrase,” Shockwave says before he stands, towering over you, “it was sensational.”

Shockwave makes quick work of your bra, tearing the band at the back. You gasp as you let it fall from you, a playful grin spreading on your lips as you become more and more bare in front of him by the second.

“I’ve not known pleasure like it in all my years.”

“That’s more like it,” you hush as you bring your hands up to the broad window on his chassis. His spike stands proud, prodding against your sternum.

Shockwave collects your hands in one servo before he tosses you towards the desk, face first. You barely have a second to register before he plants the same servo on your back and makes you lie on your front. The force causes you to go down with an oomph, your ass now fully on display for him, albeit with your underwear still on.

The wet patch has grown significantly, leaving nothing to the imagination of what your puffy cunt looks like when it needs to be full of Shockwave’s ungodly spike.

Shockwave curls his claws under the elastic of your underwear before pulling them down your legs, letting them fall to your ankles. The cold temperature of the room hits your soaked pussy, glistening under the harsh white lab lights. Strings of your pleasure web against your folds, all for Shockwave to see.

“I didn’t realise that fellatio gave you such stimulation,” Shockwave observed.

You scoff, you’re not quite sure you’ll ever get used to how clinical he is with his wording, but his performance makes up for any awkwardness he injects into the atmosphere.

“How about you just get to the good part and fuck me senseless, hm?” You purr as you peer back to him out of the corner of your eye.

Shockwave doesn’t verbally reply, but he does grab your leg with his servo before bringing it up, propping it against the surface of the desk so that you’re completely spread open for him.

You shuffle slightly to get comfortable before Shockwave places his canon arm down alongside you. It was thrilling, to have such a weapon of mass destruction mere centimetres away from you as this rutting beast rearranges your insides. It’s like walking on the edge of a nuclear chain reaction, a single misstep could prove critical.

Shockwave’s flared tip presses up against your dripping hole before he breaks the seal and pushes forward, your eager cunt spreading wide for him. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding, his slow entrance of you punctuating every rib and bump of him. They pushed along your entrance as he worked his way inside.

You mewled, hands curling into fists before the back of your ass came flush against his hip panels. It was a tight fit, even with all of his training. Shockwave’s servo wrapped around your calf, anchoring himself to you for stability.

He was stretching you so nicely that tiny little shivers ran down your spine. Your toes curled as he started his pace, strong and steady to start. His thrusts were heavy-hitting and constant. Groans rumbled from the pits of his chassis, hips pumping in an assured motion. He knew how he liked to have you, cunt quivering around his massive size. Your body jolted with each thrust, high-pitched cheeps breaking away from you each time he came to hilt.

You meek sounds proved to be the catalyst he was needing, his frame reacting in a scientifically logical way. He increased his pace, lifting your leg a little higher to get as much as he could inside of you. Even if he was the whole way in, he wanted to be even deeper. His tip kissed your cervix, the barbs pulling against your sensitive walls.

Your meekness soon became unbridled moans, hands unfurling to dig your nails into the wood. The flower vase still sat atop the desk, the flowers swaying in the vase slightly with the motions. His hips angled up slightly, so that he could get the deepest ribs stroking against your spongey g-spot. You choked on a moan, your eyes rolling back.

“Yeah, fuck–” you spit, “my god, don’t stop. I don’t think, I don’t think I can stop myself from being loud.”

“Then don’t hold back.”

His claws gripped your calf harder, small pinpricks of blood swelling to the surface of your skin as a result.

His hips continuously pulled out and pushed in over and over again, your teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. You had your reservations about screaming, never knowing who may be wandering these halls on the Nemesis. Did it really need to be announced that Soundwave liked to indulge in the organic?

It felt like you were on fire, heat building in shuddering bursts as he impaled you until it felt like you would split in half. If he went any harder, he may very well end up fucking through you. There’s sweat trailing down the hollow of your spine as your breathing was mismatched. He drags his claws against your skin, leaving angry red marks that pearl with blood in their wake.

Your muscles are sore and you can feel the inevitable orgasm rising second by second but you're too caught up in the moment to even notice. You're shaking all over his thick spike and he shivers the feeling of your pussy convulsing around him. It should be considered an extreme sport in itself to take a war machine like this, forged from the toughest metals to be a robust soldier of war who uses his entire weight to slam into your pussy. Every stroke he gives baffles you with how deep he can get.

Your body is hot, so incredibly hot. It doesn’t help that Shockwave runs high, especially his cannon, which is currently thrumming with energy next to your ear. The texture of his spike is too much all at once, you can feel every detail of his spike as it rubs against your walls. You can’t stop the specks of your vision that blur before you see white, your body surrendering to the pleasure. You cry shakily as your legs quake, your wetness coating his length in a milky sheen.

Your pussy is so wet he hardly has to even try to push into you, the warmth surrounding him sucking him in over and over again avidly. The squelching of your cunt as it gets bullied by his fierce spike is one of Shockwave’s favourite sounds.

“You said you would scream, I want you to scream.”

A cry is ripped from your throat as your hips buck, "Shockwave!"

The desk creaks from the force being pulsed through it by the two of you fucking on top of it, the vase is somehow still placed on the desk, but the water inside is sloshing like a tidal wave crashing against the shore of a beach. You’re screaming without any care for who hears you, your pussy is stretched so obscenely over his fat spike and the skin-on-metal sound is so rapid and loud that it’s making your ears trill. His need to consume every part of you is a volatile compound, unstable and explosive. It’s something he must harness, this anomaly in his spark.

His servo frees your calf, letting it fall back onto the desk. It doesn’t stay empty for long, as it moves to wrap around your neck. His claws are dangerous, it adds to your burning need. The hold isn’t crushing, but the tension on the sides of your neck certainly heightens your senses.

The most you can ever get from him are grunts and groans, still working your way to making him moan and whimper, but the beastly juggernaut behind you right now is on the brink of letting out the most orgasmic sound he ever has. You want it so bad, you wanna hear him moan out your name as he fills you with hot transfluid. He always shoots out buckets, enough to fill you until your stomach swells, your desperation for it is frazzling any other thought that floats between your ears.

Shockwave’s spike swells at the base, which you slowly start to notice as you feel a pliant texture bounce against your entrance with each thrust. Confusion overtakes the euphoria for a moment, a hushed ‘what?’ pushing past your lips.

It takes considerable effort, more than he anticipated, but he forces his modified knot past the resistance of your walls with a pop.

You don’t register what’s happening before he latches inside of you, stiff spike spurting unfathomable amounts of transfluid straight into your cervix. The sound that vibrates out of his vocaliser is a deep and guttural moan, so low that you could’ve mistaken it for a growl.

When you realise that he’s fucking knotted you, the pathetic moan that leaves you is downright embarrassing.

“I have seen your… Teratophilic desires, on your datapad,” Shockwave explains, “so I thought to give you what you wanted.”

Your jaw drops as you gargle on unbelievable horniness. The reality of it hits you, and the orgasm that takes you steals all the breath from your lungs, streaks of fireworks glistening over your vision as you ride your high out on his chubby knot.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, “Shockwave, oh my god.”

You sound like a broken record, babbling nonsense as he keeps himself lodged inside of you. This was the sexiest thing he’s ever done. You can’t believe he modified his spike to have a knot, just to fulfil your monster fucker fantasies.

His knot is huge, the stretch is bordering on painful, but your mind is reeling. He grinds his hips against you, not a single drop of his transfluid seeping out of you.

What a lucky little organic you are.

Shockwave’s frame idles to a low purr as he curls himself over you, nuzzling his helm against the back of your head to nestle your hair.

“Next time, I’ll breed you.”

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