#Optical mold

[toolsongmould]

Unlocking accuracy: exploring the world of optical mold manufacturing

Precision is the cornerstone of modern manufacturing, particularly in industries where accuracy and quality are paramount. Optical mold manufacturing stands at the forefront of this pursuit, revolutionizing the production of intricate optical components used in various applications ranging from consumer electronics to medical devices. This article delves into the intricate world of optical mold manufacturing, shedding light on its processes, technologies, and significance in contemporary manufacturing.

Optical mold manufacturing represents a specialized branch of mold making dedicated to producing components with exceptionally high precision and surface finish. The term "optical mold" refers to molds used in the fabrication of optical elements such as lenses, prisms, and mirrors, which demand micron-level accuracy and flawless optical properties.

At the heart of optical mold manufacturing lies the pursuit of perfection in form and function. Unlike conventional molds used for general-purpose plastic injection molding, optical molds require meticulous attention to detail throughout every stage of the manufacturing process. From initial design to final polishing, each step is meticulously executed to ensure the production of optical components that meet the more stringent quality standards.

The process of optical mold manufacturing begins with the design phase, where engineers meticulously plan the geometry and specifications of the mold to achieve the desired optical properties. Advanced computer-aided design (CAD) software is employed to simulate the behavior of light within the optical system and optimize the mold geometry accordingly. This iterative design process allows engineers to refine the mold design until it meets the exacting requirements of the desired optical component.

Once the design is finalized, the fabrication of the optical mold commences. Precision machining techniques such as computer numerical control (CNC) milling and electrical discharge machining (EDM) are employed to carve the mold cavity with sub-micron accuracy. Specialized materials such as high-grade tool steels or ceramics are chosen for their exceptional wear resistance and thermal stability, ensuring the longevity and performance of the optical mold.

The surface finish of the optical mold plays a critical role in determining the quality of the finished optical component. To achieve the ultra-smooth surfaces required for optical applications, advanced polishing techniques such as diamond turning and abrasive polishing are employed. These techniques allow for the removal of surface imperfections at the nanometer scale, ensuring that the mold cavity imparts small optical distortion to the final product.

Throughout the manufacturing process, stringent quality control measures are implemented to verify the dimensional accuracy and optical performance of the optical mold. Advanced metrology tools such as coordinate measuring machines (CMMs) and interferometers are used to inspect the mold geometry and surface quality, ensuring compliance with the desired specifications.

The significance of optical mold manufacturing extends beyond the realm of optical components, influencing a wide range of industries and applications. In the field of consumer electronics, optical molds are instrumental in the production of high-resolution camera lenses, display panels, and optical sensors. In the medical sector, optical components manufactured using precision molds enable advancements in diagnostic imaging, surgical instrumentation, and laser-based therapies.

In conclusion, optical mold manufacturing represents a pinnacle of precision engineering, where every aspect of the process is meticulously executed to achieve perfection in form and function. By unlocking the potential of optical mold technology, manufacturers can produce optical components with unparalleled accuracy and optical performance, driving innovation and progress across various industries. As the demand for high-quality optical components continues to grow, optical mold manufacturing remains at the forefront of technological advancement, shaping the future of precision manufacturing.

[itzphynix]

Yeah, so while I was on my "I'm going to read into Vanny/Vanessa as much as possible" journey, I noticed an odd quirk in her animations in how she moves. At first, I thought it reminded me of a ballerina, 'cause she's kinda tip-toeing, & she has this way of keeping her head & chest in one place as she moves, but I looked again & realized --

That's not ballet! She's doing a tight-rope act. Like, look at this one:

This is like standing up on the wooden boards before you do the actual tight-rope walking, & the ring leader is hyping you up as you do some fun movement for the crowds. &, then, these:

These are all instances where she walks with one foot directly in front of the other. In that third, she's doing the "woaaah" wiggly-ass balance movements & everything, as if she's swaying up at the top of the tent, even though she's down on solid ground.

Idk, I feel like the way her feet are placed isn't accurate (pretty sure they should be pointed left & right, not both forwards...) doesn't make this 100% correct, but I like it. It also connects back with her first SB teaser, wherein she's up in the rafters.

[yejiasilicone]

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[notaplaceofhonour]

the lesson to be learned from the last couple years, for anybody interested in starting a new militant extremist group or struggling to give their old, boring one a fresh boost, is there are zero downsides to using child soldiers.

you heard that right. zero.

you may already be considering child soldiers. after all, why spend years feeding and waiting for children to grow up to turn them into cannon fodder when they’re right there right now, and so easy to mold in their present state.

but you may be hesitating.

after all, wouldn’t using child soldiers damage your optics? won’t it make more people hate you? won’t they join your enemies to stop your unforgivable war crimes?

it’s understandable that you might assume this, but fret not! your dreams of using child soldiers are firmly within your grasp. rest assured, using child soldiers will not negatively impact your standing in the international community or lead to any adverse consequences for you whatsoever.

how can this be? you may ask.

let me tell you—and believe me you’re going to love this—if anyone fights against you, they’ll be killing children. no one will care about your war crimes now; you’re fighting child-killers!

not only do you gain more bodies as canon-fodder, and moldable minds, but now you also get a PR boost; it’s a win-win-win!

so what are you waiting for? get out there and start your army of child soldiers today!

[smallestapplin]

Bro you got me down so bad for Optimus Prime. Can I request possessive Optimus smut? Cybetronian reader if you could, 10/10 love your writing and will be a die hard follower forever

Alright 💕 but you keep your end of the deal/lh

Warning : stomach bulge, size kink, praise, and a very needy Optimus.

Minors do not interact! 18+ only!

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Optimus is this best partner you could’ve ever asked for, ever the gentlebot, so tender and loving with you, how could you not trust him so? You didn’t question him when he called you over, wishing to speak with you privately, why would you?

He was livid, a rage emotion for the Prime to feel, but he couldn’t stop the anger twisting in his spark from ealier, he shouldn’t feel threatened by one of his own, but he can’t stop the feelings from bubbling to the surface.

You’re too kind to your teammates.

If he can’t tell them off, then he can take it out on your valve, drown you in his scent and mark you as his once more.

“Optimus..!”

Your sweet cry breaks him from his thoughts. You’re shaking on his berth, legs twitching on either side of his helm, your servos on top of his which hold your legs apart, clinging to him. You ex-vent sharply as he pulls away from your wet valve, leaving your puffy node alone.

“I’m sorry, my light, you are just too addicting.”

A whine tumbles from your dermas, feeling your lover kiss your inner thigh just so close to your valve. Optimus takes a deep breath, trembling at the heady smell of your need.

To have you beneath him, crying just for him, needing him, wanting him, desperate for him to frag you and fill you with his transfluid

“Frag…what’s gotten into you?” You laugh breathlessly, your fans on high trying to cool yourself down.

You aren’t complaining, not when Optimus moves further up your body, lavishing your frame with firm slow kisses as if to worship your body. He stops just at your neck cables, moving your legs up and over his shoulders, putting your needy valve on display for him.

Optics watching how your valve drools fluid, occasionally clenching around nothing, wanting to be filled. You gasp as Optimus puts his large spike over your valve, grinding his shaft against it and soaking it in your juices.

“Is it a crime to find my conjunx endura enticing? So pretty, and all I can think about is stuffing this valve of yours full, marking you as mine. To remind everyone here that you are mine to hold, mine to frag.”

Your optics widen at his lewd words, his voice low nearly a growl as he pulls his hips back, positioning his spike at your needy hole and easily pushing in. You grab his shoulders, tossing your helm back and intake dropping open.

Even still he’s just too much, your poor valve always stretched so much just trying to take him. His optics stay trained on your stomach, groaning as your metal begins to dent as his spike alone is too big for your body.

“S-S’deep!!”

“Look at how well you take me, just like you were made for me.” Optimus places a servo on your stomach, pressing down where his spike bulges under your mesh. You shriek, servos gripping his shoulders, blue and red paint scratching off under your grip, but he doesn’t care.

“Optimus…ohh…please, it’s too much.”

“Too much? My star, we haven’t even started.”

He kisses the top of your helm to give you some comfort. You choke on air, his hips clanking and smacking against yours pushing his spike further against your sweet spot, pelvis grinding against your node before he pulls back once more and thrust back in.

His thursts are heavy, fragging his spike as deep into you as he could manage, wanting to mold your valve into his shape so only he could please you, no one else can make you feel as good as he can, no one can have you.

He can’t lose you.

“Frag…you’re clenching so tight. Overloading for me already?”

You’re in tears, your body covered in coolant, as he speaks so sweetly to you, like he isn’t fragging you stupid and spike drunk. You’re so close, your climax lost from earlier building back up swiftly.

“O-Optimus!! Oh, oh primus I-I caan’t—!!”

Your overload does little to make him stop. You’re sobbing, near squealing out hiw name even as your voice box goes to static. He leans over you, practically folding you in half, rutting his spike into your needy hole.

“So good, I love you. P-please, just a little more-mm! Haa…overload for me again, milk my spike, let me mark you.”

You’re too far gone, helm heavy and all you can think about is his spike breaking your back strut.

The entire base will know who’s spark you belong to by the time he’s finished.

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

How did Shockwave train his human to take his big spike? I just read your Brainstorm x Reader fic (hot as FUCK I loved it) and it got me thinking about how it must've been frustrating at first for Shockwave trying to have sex with his human at his full size. I imagine he mass displaces or changes his spike? I wanna frag shockwave so bad but I also don't know how long I'd survive as a human fleshlight 😭

Could you maybe write something for that? Like Shockwave and his human being sexually frustrated and him accidentally edging himself trying to be gentle with his human? Maybe thighfucking or just the tip. Get creative please! I love your work and the most recent Shockwave x reader got me thinking 🙏💗

I’m sitting here kicking my feet and twirling my hair. Ty for liking my writing!!! It means a lot <3

Anyway…..

Shockwave x Reader, gender neutral AFAB, racially ambiguous, wet dreams, dirty talk, just the tip, reader gets used as a toy, thigh fucking

“Hnn! Shockwave!” Your cute moans echoed throughout your shared habsuite. Such soft flesh dimpled under Shockwave’s servo as he gripped your body.

“You’re doing so well,” Shockwave could hardly contain the steam moving through his vents, his entire frame covered in coolant.

Your juices pooled around the base of his spike. He was so proud of you for finally being able to take him to the base. The head of his spike making a delicious bump in your abdomen as your body tries to mold itself around him. He hoped he could carve your walls into the shape of his spike.

He pulled you up off of his spike, your legs curled up to your hips as you presented your stretched hole to your lover. Shockwave’s servo gripped around your waist tighter in a possessive hold. You gasped feeling him pull himself out to the tip of his spike before lowering you back down to the base with a wet squelch.

“Perfect,” Shockwave whispered. “My perfect pet.”

Shockwave pulled you off him once again before plunging his spike deep in you. He twisted his hips to tease the inside of your cunt with how his spike twitched and moved within you.

RECHARGE CYCLE COMPLETE

Shockwave’s optic blinked online. His processor worked overtime replaying his dream; it was so life like. He could feel your sleeping form curled up next to his helm. The nest of pillows and blankets you had made supporting your sleeping body atop Shockwave’s shoulder plating. He moved his optic down to look at his chasis before gazing at you from the side of his vision.

He knew it was physically impossible for you to take his spike to the base unless he looked into modding his frame. He would consider it but he still wanted to see just how much your body could take. Humans were surprisingly durable and Shockwave wanted to test just how durable your body could be when assaulted with pleasure.

You were so cute, so innocent, sleeping up against your big metal lover. Shockwave could almost forget the countless nights he’d had you stretched out over his digits or stuffed with as many toys as he could fit in you. Seeing how peaceful you were, no one would be any the wiser to how Shockwave had had you screaming his name and squirting by his doing. Shockwave pictures your sleeping face covered in his transfluids. He’d work his spike over you until you woke up to a pink surprise dripping all over you. He knows you’d be a good pet and clean him up. Your soft tongue licking at his spike trying to gobble up as much of his overload as you could.

What have you done to him? The Decepticons’ most feared scientist reduced to a simple pleasure bot for you.

Shockwave absentmindedly rubbed his helm against your sleeping body. What was just a small movement to him was enough of a nudging to wake you up. You groaned while grabbing onto Shockwave’s helm.

“Good morning,” Shockwave greeted raising a servo to stroke at your hair. “Did you have a restful recharge?”

You moved your hands to grab at Shockwave’s servo giving his hand a hug as you peppered kisses along his digit. “Mhm,” you said while rubbing your face against his servo. “Did you?”

Shockwave thought back to his dream. How wonderful it would be to have you spread wide on his spike. So tight he could barely move outside of shallow thrusts.

“I did indeed,” Shockwave replied.

“Have any dreams?” There was a knowing tone to your voice that made Shockwave’s finials twitch.

“I did dream,” Shockwave said curtly.

“Good dreams?”

“Yes.”

You climbed out of your blanket and pillow nest so you could stand on Shockwave’s chasis with your hands on either side of his optic. “Do you want to share with the class?” You teased.

“I believe ‘the class’ already has an idea as to what my dream entailed,” Shockwave ran his servo up your back.

“All I know is that you were venting pretty hard and praising me,” you ran one of your hands along the ridge of Shockwave’s optic.

“My apologies if I disturbed your recharge cycle,” Shockwave let his servo wander to your lower back where his entire hand encompassed your rear and upper thighs as well.

“It was hard not to wake you up,” you murmured with your lips brushing along the ridge of his optic. “I couldn’t help but touch myself hearing you so worked up.”

Shockwave let one of his digits slip between your legs and press up against your heat. “I’m offended you didn’t wake me to join you,” Shockwave teased pressing his finger up against your clothed arousal. You moaned grinding down on his digit. “You work so hard,” you purred pressing kisses along his optic screen. “I wanted you to get a full recharge.”

You slipped your hand down to grab Shockwave’s digit as you humped it. “My big strong scientist always working so hard.”

Shockwave’s engine rumbled at your praise. “Do you wish to know what my dream entailed?” Shockwave relaxed his servo letting you set the pace for how you humped his finger. “Please, Shockwave,” you moaned out.

“I had your human valve spread wide enough to take my spike to my pelvis,” Shockwave explained. “I used you like a spike sleeve.”

Your whole body shivered at the idea. “Mmm, I’d like that,” you murmured feeling a wet stain starting to form inside your underwear. “I want to be stretched out over your cock.”

Shockwave released his modesty plate letting his erect spike spring into the air. “I’m sure you would,” Shockwave said while moving his servo to tug at your pajama pants. “But I’d prefer to not have you injured.”

You whined frantically tugging at your pajama bottoms and underwear only to discard them somewhere to your right. Shockwave couldn’t help his amusement at how needy you had become. Your pubic hair glistening with your slick arousal.

“Your frustration is mutual,” Shockwave held onto your body as he sat up. Your nest falling apart and falling to the berth below.

You looked over your shoulder trying not to drool at how Shockwave’s spike bounced with his movement. “I need you inside me,” you whined as your hand dipped between your folds. Your clit was stiff in arousal as you rubbed it.

“Don’t begin to think that I’m not as desperate to penetrate you,” Shockwave’s chasis rumbled as he spoke. “Your body is very tempting.”

You whined as you leaned back against Shockwave’s servo with your legs spread so he could see how your fingers moved through your slick cunt.

The musk of your pussy hit his olfactory sensors causing a flush of steam to release from his vents. “I would like to propose an idea that may be mutually beneficial.”

“This is exactly where you belong,” Shockwave’s voice sounded desperate as he pulled you along his spike. Your pussy flush against the metal as your legs dangled uselessly. He had his servo wrapped around your torso with your arms pinned to your sides. While you had already cum, your pussy twitching sensitively as Shockwave took what he wanted from you, Shockwave hadn’t.

Your hole fluttered emptily still not satisfied without Shockwave inside of you. “Please!” You begged throwing your head back. You stared up at the underside of Shockwave’s chasis with your eyes half lidded. “Please I can take it! Just fuck me!”

Shockwave growled at your pleading fighting an internal fight with his own desperation and logic. He wanted so desperately to shove his spike as deep as it could go inside of you. He wants to see just how much you can take before you break. Yet every time his logic wins.

Shockwave continues grinding your cunt along his spike leaving a slick trail of your arousal along the metal shaft. His biolights pulsed in agitation so desperate to cum yet not having enough stimulation. “We can attempt penetration today,” Shockwave concluded. He had been training your hole fairly well or so says the display of increasingly large dildos on his shelf he had made for you.

You almost cried out in relief as Shockwave pulled your slick core from his shaft. A string of wet arousal broke as he lifted you away from his spike.

Using his canon arm, he held you against his abdomen as his servo dipped between your legs. Shockwave dipped in two of his digits making you moan out his name. You beautifully took both of his fingers into your greedy hole with a squelch. Shockwave’s spike twitched at the noise. You ran your hands along his canon gripping onto whatever points you could find as he stretched your hole and fucked his fingers into you.

“I would like to set expectations,” Shockwave said while adding another digit into you. “You will not be able to take me to my base. However I will consider any form of penetration a win on our part.”

Shockwave spread his digits making you hiss in both pain and pleasure. Your poor hole was stretched to its limit and yet seemed to still beg for more. He pulled his digits out of your hole slowly so you could feel every inch of his metal fingers. They exited your wet pussy with a slorping noise making you wince in embarrassment and Shockwave’s engine rumble in pleasure.

“You are exceptionally wet,” Shockwave showed you how your slick clung to his fingers like clear slime. “I believe this is as exciting for you as it is for me.” You grabbed Shockwave’s servo guiding his metal hand to your mouth so you could lick your arousal off his fingers. “Good, pet,” Shockwave tilted his optic so he could better see you over his chasis. Pride thrummed within his spark seeing you so well trained as to clean his servo without him asking. Your soft lips sucking along his digits as your tongue peeked out to lick up and around his fingers cleaning your slick off of him.

“Are you ready?” Shockwave dragged the back of his knuckle over your cheek tenderly. You could hardly contain yourself as you spread your legs as wide as they could go. “Please, Shockwave!” You begged holding your folds open with your fingers. “I just want you inside me!”

Shockwave groaned leaking transfluid down his painfully erect spike. He grabbed around your waist teasingly dragging your cunt along his shaft once more before turning you around in his servo so you were facing him. The tip of his spike pulsed against your cunt smearing pink transfluid around your folds. You eagerly reached down to rub at his spike in worship earning a thrust against your pussy.

“If we are unable to initiate penetration, do not feel you are inadequate my pet,” Shockwave assured you. You nodded holding your pussy open in excitement. The tip of his spike kissed at your pulsing hole. He pushed forward gently trying to stuff you full but only ended up gliding his cock through your sopping vulva. “Shockwave,” you whined arching your hips at a better angle. “Behave,” Shockwave tided as he attempted to push into you once more. The very end of his spike hooked onto your hole making you moan out in absolute bliss.

Shockwave’s optic remained trained on the barely an inch of his spike he managed to push into you. He pressed further watching how your face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Your hole struggled around his girth spasming as your own juices bubbled around his cock.

“Well done,” Shockwave could hardly contain his own moan at the sight. Half of his tip was inside of your tight little hole. Your breathing was frantic as you squirmed in his hold. Your temperature was scorching causing your body to dampen with sweat. “It’s so good!” You moaned out humping the head of his spike. Shockwave’s vents fluttered in bliss as his optic glitched.

“Are you capable of taking more?” Shockwave’s venting was becoming heavy. You were finally here, stretched wide enough to take his spike without any mass displacement or mods. “Please! Please!” You begged your words stringing together in an alphabet soup of praise. “Do not push yourself past your limits,” Shockwave warned before pushing the rest of his cock’s head inside of you.

You felt something inside of you snap as you came from the sensation of being so stretched out alone. Shockwave groaned feeling your walls tighten around him like you were trying to push his massive cock out. He kept your body steady holding his tip firmly in place inside of you. “You are doing wonderfully, pet,” Shockwave moaned giving you an experimental thrust.

You screamed out his name feeling your limbs turn to gelatin from the stimulation. He gave another gentle buck of his hips wanting to hear more of your blissed out noises. Tears strewed down your face as you stared up at Shockwave in disbelief. You had never felt this full your entire life. You were sure he was going to break you and by god did that sound delightful. You hoped Shockwave broke you mind and body only for you to become a sloppy wet toy for him to fuck.

“You take spike exceedingly well,” Shockwave purred pulling you off of the tip of his cock before lowering you once again. You moaned stupidly your brain only able to process the feeling of having your hole so thoroughly stretched beyond its limits. “I am excited to share this information with Soundwave as well.” You became increasingly wetter at the mention of the other bot Shockwave enjoyed sharing you with. “He has requested updates on your training,” Shockwave said satisfied with your fucked out form. “I believe he would enjoy a turn once I am finished.”

You could only nod and drool as Shockwave used your hole as his own personal spike sleeve. Your juices leaking down his spike with a mixture of his transfluids. He could feel his valve clenching in delight at finally feeling that pit within his abdomen that told him he was close. “What is that phrase you use in your human pornography?” Shockwave groaned. “Cumdump?” He pushed forward forcing you to take more of his spike as he released deep within your core. You cried as a spray of squirt erupted from your pussy then dribbled into a pathetic stream. Shockwave kept the head of his spike buried inside of you as he released his overload into your welcoming body. Pink transfluid leaked around his spike dripping out of your fucked out hole and onto his lap.

You sobbed feeling his warm transfluid so deep within you. You rubbed over your abdomen where you felt your womb was. “Beautiful,” Shockwave praised slowly pulling his spike out of you. “You performed far past my expectations.” You shoved your fingers into your stretched hole trying to plug up your cunt to keep any transfluid from leaking out of you. “I see you know your place,” Shockwave lifted you up to his optic as he watched you finger fuck his overload back inside of yourself sloppily. “I will prepare you a bath and a heating pad for your groin. You did very well today, my pet.”

[revelboo]

Another day another happy happy session of reading all your work! Any updates on your knockout fic? I'm sure he's thinking of all the ways to get that human out of the scrapheap they call a home~

Sure!

My Favorite Accident Pt 4

TFP Knockout x Reader

• Hand lingering on the doorknob as you swing open your door and stop short because there’s a very shiny, very familiar red sports car sitting in the apartment parking lot idling. And a guy in a suit with red Oakley’s in the driver’s seat. Skin prickling at the holomatter avatar Knockout uses to hustle races, you stride across the dead lawn, aware of a new group of guys loitering and watching. They’re going to think you’re working as a hooker on the side now most likely as you bend and the driver’s side window rolls down before you can rap your knuckles on the glass. “You can’t park here. Someone’s going to try and steal you,” you mutter under your breath, looking anywhere but too closely at that creepy avatar.

• “Get in,” he growls, annoyance and lack of recharge making his tone sharp. One of the humans already well on his way to being over energized whistles as you go around to slide in the passenger side, pausing long enough to lift your arm, middle finger extended to raucous laughter from those watching. Sinking into his plush interior, you glance at his avatar and immediately away. “I can’t believe that’s where you live.” Wheels cutting, he accelerates as he turns to sling you back in the seat. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is?”

• “I have to go to work. And I’m sorry, but no one asked you to stalk me or camp out at my home,” you growl right back, grabbing at the door’s molding to haul yourself up as he accelerates again. Mad for reasons you can’t even begin to understand. “Can you have your tantrum or whatever without me in the car- er, you?” Ugh. That horrible avatar’s head turns slowly to stare at you. “Please don’t do that, your head shouldn’t turn that far.”

• “How is it you manage to win and get paid and still live like that?” Tires squealing as he turns sharply onto the service road, heading for drainage canal. Broad daylight or not, you’re going to talk to him face to face. “And the avatar is fine.” Engine snarling as you uh huh him while holding up a hand between your line of sight and his avatar. Sliding to a stop, he throws open the door and leans on his shocks in a threat to dump you until you get out so he can transform. Making a show of checking his armor plating for finger prints.

• Arms crossed over your chest you watch him plant his hands on his hips and glare at you. Like it’s a personal slight against him that you live like that. Why does he even care? And it’s not like you’re not embarrassed about it yourself, but he doesn’t understand being human. Or money apparently. “You think I like living there? It’s what I can afford.” Fingers digging into your upper arm until your nails leave little crescents, you bounce a heel. Aggravated, but unwilling to cower in front of his anger, knowing it’s mostly bluster. “So, can you at least drive me to work so I’m not late?” You ask, temper fizzling as his optics narrow.

• “Work?” For some reason, he’s sure that he’s going to like this even less than where you live. But as you just smile up at him with those big eyes, he finds himself transforming and throwing open the driver’s door for you to slide in. “Why not? Let’s get all the horrors front and center,” he mutters as you fidget with his seatbelt and then lay an incredibly soft hand on his wheel and wrap the other around the shifter. “Don’t touch anything,” he snarls, shuddering as you tear your hands away like you’ve been burned. Not liking the way those hands feel on his interior or the warmth of you inside him. Not liking that he doesn’t dislike the sensations.

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[creampie-capital]

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꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

One of the few NSFW chapters. Had to show how you became pregnant.

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↳ᴋᴀɢᴀᴍɪ ᴛᴀɪɢᴀ

✦ "𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧."

Heartily obliging, you squeeze your hands around his wrist while leaning upwards to capture his lips in another savory kiss.

Your back pressed into the pillows that held your body at an angle so Kagami could grip your hips and roll into you in a primal manner.

His lips pulled away from yours leisurely, those fiery ruby red optics of his were half-lidded as he gazed down at you.

He could feel the heat wafting off of your body with a sheen of sweat coating your skin. Hair clung to your face and neck, some sprawled out across the pillows.

Kagami's hips jerked awkwardly at the sight. He hit the entrance to your womb harshly, a sharp gasp leaving your lips while your hold on his wrist tightened.

"I'm sorry." He murmured along your neck, one of his hands releasing your hip to stroke your abdomen where your womb rested beneath.

The male repressed his once eager thrust to a slow rocking of his body, disallowing himself to enter fully inside due to his earlier carelessness.

You inhaled acutely for a moment as the bitter tingling subdued just as quickly as it arrived. Its sensation over stimulating from your already four org*sms. The furrow in your brows quickly rose upwards, your expression more relaxed.

"Taiga." Your beautiful voice sounded his name in a reassuring tone. "Didn't I tell you I liked that?"

Kagami laughed dryly, slouching slightly as he rested his sweaty forehead against yours. "I'm still getting used to it." He murmured airily. "There is always a bit of worry that my length is too much for you."

The chuckle reverberating from your chest caught your husband's attention. He pulled away to witness a dazzling smile overtaking your lips.

"You're very sweet and caring and I love that about you." Your hands migrated from their place on his wrist to his chest where you flicked his nipples.

You watched the male suck in his stomach, his firm abbs tensing before relaxing.

"But right now, I want you deep inside of me when you c*m."

His face, which was already flushed from the heat of his actions, grew more radiant from your words. No matter how long he had been with you, your straightforwardness always left him stunned.

Shocked he may be, but only for a moment as his confidence would grow and he would happily follow through with your wish.

Kagami increased the pace of his thrust, both hands placed tightly on your hips so he could move your body along and match his speed.

Your own flung to the sheets where you grasped them firmly, nails pressing into the palm of your hands and marking your skin with temporary blemishes.

Shutting your eyes to relish in his sensual thrust, you hummed audibly. The veins that protruded against the skin of his c*ck brushed up against every tender sensitive spot inside, both deep and shallow.

"No." He grunted breathlessly while digging the calloused pads of his fingertips into your bottom. "I want you to look at me. Let me see that look in your eyes when I c*m inside."

And he was the one shocked by your straightforwardness.

Gradually you let your eyelids open to reveal the dim form of your husband whose sweaty skin glistened from the moonlight.

When your gaze met his own, you witnessed the corner of his lip quirk up into a grin.

"That's better."

You blew out a snort of air in a laughing manner and bucked your hips upwards. His lips parted slightly, an airy grunt echoing out as his already deeply pointed eyes narrowed further.

The man was close, you could tell, his short, shallow breaths and the deep rocking of his muscular lower body was proof enough.

His c*ck was felt twitching inside your clenching walls, molded around him in a tight hold that was constraining.

You were eager to feel the sensation of his seed filling into your womb and Kagami was just as impatient to give you what you wanted.

The man's hips jerked upwards, the tip of his member kissing your cervix as his body finally released and he was met with his climax.

He inhaled audibly, grunting aloud and calling out your name in an almost desperate plea.

Warm spurts of his c*m sprayed from his tip into your womb that amassed all of it greedily. They were thick, painting your insides white with his slow lascivious thrust.

Your belly felt full, heavy even as the comforting feeling drove through every nerve in your body and numbed your brain.

He continued to roll his member inside, making sure every last drop was drained from his firm balls before finally, he allowed himself to still and plug his seed.

Almost frantically he captured your lips again while surrounding your torso with his long muscular arms.

Kagami held you tightly to his chest, desperately attempting to be closer to you both physically and spiritually. No matter how much he could press your body against his it never felt enough.

The man was madly in love with you.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋᴜʀᴏᴋᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ

✦ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭."

The grin was glimmering on your lips, your teeth on display from his sweet flattery. You were sure you appeared like a disheveled mess.

Drool dribbling down the corners of your lips, hair sprawled across the mattress, with the only article of clothing that still adorned your body being a sweatshirt that rose over your stomach.

His hands were burrowed in the sheets next to your head as he loomed over, hovering above your face so he could watch your debauched expressions.

You weren't shy of your s*xual desires and definitely were not ashamed of revealing how good you were feeling.

With eyes half-lidded and lips parted suggestively, the clear pleasure that he caused rippling through your veins was obvious.

And not a bad sight for your husband if he might add.

Your legs that were wrapped around his bottom tightened from the way his hips jutted and thrust deepened into your body.

You hummed blissfully, maneuvering your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your face.

"I want to see how pretty you look when you c*m inside me, Tetsuya."

There was a momentary lapse in the rocking of his hips before the pace grew hastier. Kuroko's usually stoic expression was long gone as furrowed brows and narrowed eyes took their place.

His lips were slightly spread, his breathless groans and grunts echoing out while you felt the vibrations against your chest.

"(Y/n)." Your name was a breathless melody that he yearned to sing and you craved to hear.

The grin never fell from your face watching his own expression. His body was obviously close, and the feeling of his muscles flexing against your body was proof enough.

But you knew exactly what to do to accelerate his approaching org*sm.

One of your hands tenderly brushed back his baby blue bangs that stuck to his forehead so you could kiss his warm skin.

"Just like that, Tetsuya. You are doing so good."

His low grunts rose to louder mewls of pleasure that sounded through your ears. The muscles on his biceps flexed from how hard he pressed his hands into the mattress.

Kuroko's member was twitching against the restricting walls around him, brushing against your sensitive nerves that begged him to release.

"You don't need to prolong it any longer. You can c*m if you need to."

"Hng~!" His eyes snapped shut, his teeth gritting against each other as he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

The rolling his grew more intense, reaching farther inside of your body. His breathing was ragged, his exhalation causing your skin to flutter underneath.

Your nails ran along his scalp tenderly as you continued to urge him on, praising everything about him until finally, you felt tears shed from his face and his voice crack.

The tip of his member kissed your cervix lightly before he placed himself against it firmly. His c*ck spewed his hot seed in quick frantic bursts inside of your womb.

Kuroko sucked in his stomach, his balls squeezing as he emptied everything he had inside. Slowly he rode out his org*sm, rocking his hips to help you greedily eat up his c*m.

It painted your insides white, dripping past his c*ck and trailing down your bottom. Your arms were wrapped around him securely, comforting his exhausted, overstimulated body.

"You did so well, I'm proud of you, Tetsuya."

"Really?" His voice was barely audible, muffled against your skin.

You hummed joyously and stroked his sweaty neck intimately. "Of course. Especially with how pretty you looked c*mming."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ

✦ "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭."

Huffing slightly, your lips parted to reply back in a snarky manner, but instead, your head snapped upwards in shock.

His calloused hands gripped your wrist, pulling them back and forcing your face into the cushion of the couch.

The divet in your spine grew, a** rippling with every heavy stroke of his c*ck inside. Your fingers flexed, curling inward as his aggressive thrust rubbed up against those sensitive spots inside.

His prominent veins that protruded against the skin of his c*ck were like ribbed pleasure, brushing against tender spots while you molded around him.

Cries of delight, exhaustion, and ache were echoing out in the living room. You were once quiet, only muttering under your breath, but that, of course, was not enough for your husband.

With all the love encasing his heart, he desired for you to be so visibly undone and disarrayed. He wanted his wife to be just as hungry as he was.

"Such a lewd body." His voice was coarse, as if his throat was raw from speaking so much. "It was as if you were made to suck a man dry!"

"D-Daiki!"

His boisterous laugh echoed out as one of his hands released your wrist to grasp the back of your neck and squeeze.

The rough pads of his fingers pressed against your larynx, constructing you of air. The lack of such a necessity had your brain practically growing numb.

Aomine felt your body almost grow limp against his and pressed his well-built chest against your sweaty back. Your walls tightened around his c*ck, pressing the soft, velvety flesh against every vein on his extremity.

"I know you like that sh*t." He crudely remarked, his lips by your ear as you looked off at the living room with a dazed expression.

The strength to speak was nonexistent, your mind almost a hazy nothingness if it were not for the pounding strokes that sent jolts of pleasure through every nerve.

Tightly, almost as if you were sucking him, was your body acting around his c*ck. He had to put more effort into pulling away than he did to enter.

Your body bore him in with such force his own throat tightened with the mewls and grunts of pleasure he wanted to release.

His stomach clenched, abdomen tingling with his release, inching closer and closer with every hefty stroke. He twitched knowingly, already feeling his pre-c*m dripping out and mixing with your natural lubricant.

The thought of spilling into you was enough to make him c*m right there. But he usually preferred to pull out and release all over your chest, coating your (s/c) skin with his murky white seed.

Your husband absolutely treasured the sight of his c*m trickling over your n*pple's and dripping down your stomach.

But tonight, there was something about the way you held onto him as if you couldn't have enough. The sensation nearly proves his earlier remarks about your body true in his mind.

Aomine's other hand released your wrist and wrapped his arms around your midsection. The hand around your throat migrated over to your face so he could press two fingers into your mouth.

He felt the pressure of your mouth sucking on it, hollowing and tasting your own c*m from your earlier org*sm.

His lips pulled into a haughty grin, the expression of you, his wife acting so lewdly was such a sight to behold.

"How could I not c*m when you look like that?" He asked rhetorically. "I'd say you were born a vixen with the way you suck me in."

Your heavy eyelids slowly blinked due to both exhaustion and lust, the two fighting with one another from all earlier org*sm's.

Aomine's c*ck that briefly brushed against the entrance of your womb had now kissed it stiffly, a spray of his heated liquid pouring into it.

Your teeth clenched down on his fingers, marking his skin with temporary blemishes to suppress the cry of absolute pleasure from his triumph.

His hips jerk, his body weight laying upon your own and squishing you into the couch. The angle of your bottom allows for every hearty spurt of his seed to drip and gush into your womb and stay there.

The man was greedy, desiring for everything that came from him to coat your insides and pool within the very sensitive area of your body.

Your begging body sucked and clenched down on him, begging for every last drop from his sturdy balls that pressed firmly against your crotch.

"F*ck." His own voice cracked, eyes shutting tightly from one of his strongest climaxes to ever ripple through his veins.

The both of you were breathing heavily, chest falling and rising rapidly, with the weight of exhaustion taking over.

"I want to go again, but I feel as if you've truly sucked me dry."

"Daiki!"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ꜱᴇɪᴊᴜʀᴏ

✦ "𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫."

A hiss escaped your lips, nails pressing firmly into the kitchen counter as the cold air swept across your bare legs.

Your husband's hands gripped tightly onto your dress, holding it above your waist so he had an adequate view of your bottom.

With every thrust and roll of his lower body, your hips pressed firmly into the counter. His c*ck grazed every sensitive spot, which in turn had your walls swallow him up like a fine meal.

Your legs were shaky, strength unfound in your limbs from the pure exhaustion. Already, he came considerable amounts on your a**, drenching your dress and coating your skin with his seed.

But on this faithful night, with servants all retired to their bedrooms leaving the kitchen unaccompanied, Akashi decided to use it how he liked.

And that was relinquishing all the built-up stress from work on his wife, and the lack of care for doing it in an area where one of his workers could see seemed to rile him up.

His rounds enduring longer than usual, his strokes reaching deeper than before and brushing up against every spot that had you writhing against the surface.

You didn't know how much longer you could hold off, every muscle in your body ached, burning from the strain. Your spine hurt from how much it arched, your hands pulsed from how hard you pressed them against the counter, and your hips throbbed from the pressure against the surface.

"You're doing so good." He murmured along your skin, his voice vibrating off of his chest and shuddering against your back. "I'm almost there."

Your throat strained from how hard you swallowed the saliva in your mouth and rested your chest on the kitchen counter.

Akashi always had such enormous stamina, something that was both a blessing and a curse. The exhibition of indulging in your desires in such a public area where a servant could just walk in and see the two of you is slightly exhilarating.

You don't remember how it all started, nor do you remember how long the rendition of your actions has all been going on.

It wasn't unusual for you to turn into mush and just succumb to every little thing he did to your body, and tempting him with the expression of utter bliss.

His c*ck could easily be felt twitching, throbbing against your walls that molded so deliciously around his member.

The man was going to reach the ecstasy of his climax, and you hoped it was for the last time. You don't know how much longer you could last.

His hips jutted against your plush bottom, pressing the tip of his member against the entrance to your womb and letting himself be released.

Sprays of his seed shot from his head and into your cervix, where it pooled within the area. With the last bit of energy you could muster, you tensed so tightly, so firmly, it was as if you were attempting to devour every last bit of his c*m.

Akashi painted your insides white, coating it with bits of him that marked you as nobody but his woman. Every bit of your skin had been touched by him somehow, and every bit inside of you was just as marked.

His grip on your hips tightened, contusions decorating your skin and marking it with tender spots that were sure to ache in the morning.

Your husband's breathing was ragged, unrhythmic by your ear as he intimately kissed the smooth, sweaty skin of your throat and murmured your name softly.

"You did so well, pretty girl." He rode out your climaxes and let your body slowly relax against his own. "So proud of you."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴍᴜʀᴀꜱᴀᴋɪʙᴀʀᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ

✦ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭."

You could barely remember to even breathe as his hips met yours, and he pressed himself so deeply inside.

His muscular-toned arms wrapped around your torso firmly, his chest against your back while he held you close on your sides.

Your bodies drenched the sheets below in sweat, the close proximity and lack of space generated heat not only from his sensual thrust but your smoldering hot figures.

Murasakibara leaned down, his face hiding in your sprawled hair and inhaling the scent of your shared shampoo.

Your nails dug into his arms, crying out when he drove deeply and kissed the entrance to your womb. His lazy thrust had far grown in his speed since he started and now used every fully formed muscle of his lower body to increase the delight brought by his rolling hips.

"Just breathe, baby." He murmured in your ear, his low grunts and groans mixing with his speech. Upon hearing his voice, he felt your body clench down, your bottom pressing harder against his crotch.

His chest rumbled with a peal of laughter while his lips along your neck could be felt morphing into a grin.

"The more you act like that, the more I'm going to absolutely devour you."

You inhaled sharply, a divot forming in your spine as you writhed from your oversensitivity. His tongue tenderly licked along your neck before clamping down and creating bright-colored contusions.

Your earlier climaxes drenched his trimmed pubic hairs and dripped down your legs. Its sticky remnants connected your two bodies with thin strands every time he pulled away so he could plunge inside deeply.

So he could graze against every sensitive spot inside that had your whole body unraveling into a mess of incoherent mumblings and chanting his name like a prayer.

His abdomen tensed, his muscles contracting as his hold on your body grew tighter. He was nearing his release, and just like earlier that night, his desire to cover you like a cute little cake was ever so prominent.

"A-Atsushi, please!" Your voice wailed in the room, barely being able to be heard over his raging thrust and his low, coarse grunts. "I need a break- ah!"

Your eyes rolled back, your mouth widening as his pace slowed,d but he ranged so deep inside that every limb of yours tightened and contracted.

One of the man's long limbs reached down towards your legs, the pads of his calloused fingertips digging into your thigh and raising your leg so his entrance could hit at a more in-depth angle.

That final maddening tightness of your body clenching down on his veiny c*ck had finally allowed for him to reach another climax.

"(Y/n), sweetheart~."

His member twitched and throbbed, pulsating as his seed rose through his length and sprayed into your body.

He was already so deep, so persistently inside, that when he released, the only place it could go was inside your womb.

It all pooled inside with the help of your velvety walls that almost milked him of everything that he had. His balls tightened, emptying himself as his own breath was snatched from his lungs.

Murasakibara's head was dizzy, his body feeling as if he was swaying while his arms held you in an almost death grip.

"Atsushi... I can't breathe."

Your strained voice made it into his ear which he quickly reacted to. His arms released your body, letting you finally turn onto your back and stare at the cream ceiling.

You thought he was done, completely exhausted, but like a beast, the 6'10 (208 cm) man was nowhere finished.

His position had now hovered over yours, hands burrowing into the cushion by your head as he dipped down. Your husband's tongue dragged along your chest, tasting the sweet yet salty taste of your sweat across every inch of skin before reaching your breast.

"Not only do you sound so sweet-" His gaze met your glossy shiny hued eyes. "-but you taste so f*cking sweet too."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴋɪꜱᴇ ʀʏᴏᴜᴛᴀ

✦ "𝐍𝐨? 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭!"

Swallowing thickly, you had to divert your gaze from his probing golden orbs. Your hands gripped the sides of the table, glass digging into the tender skin of your palms.

"Well, I changed m-my mind!"

"(Y/n)." He crooned, letting his hands fall from the back of your knees so he was grasping the top of your thighs. "But weren't you begging me just a moment ago?"

Heat rose to your cheeks, your wet chlorine-covered skin gliding along with the glass table with every hearty thrust of his toned hips.

It didn't help that his feet were planted firmly on the floor, allowing for him to roll inside so deeply, so vigorously that the events that led to your current situation were missing from your memory.

Your bathing suit was situated over your top; however, one breast peeked out and taunted him with how perky and hard it appeared.

The matching bottom was also still on, but it was pulled to the side so your private area was accessible enough for him to quickly take up an offer you were initially - joking about - earlier in the pool.

"It's funny, really." He started, his hips jerking upwards, permitting a considerably loud cry to echo out. "Joking about divorcing me and then turning around to tell me you want to be a mother."

Your lips quivered, stomach flexing as his member stroked against the sensitive areas inside that had you melting underneath him.

His nails dug into your skin the tighter his grip grew. Leaning forward, your husband brought his face to your ear and blew a gust of hot air on the sensitive skin.

"How could I ignore such an obvious plea from my wife?" He sought, expressing every word slowly in a coarse, breathless voice.

Your legs twitched in his hold, your walls clenching around to remold around his stimulating member. His smile could be felt along your neck, with his succulent lips teasing the warm skin.

Leisurely he rose himself back to his imposing height and cocked his head slightly to the side. "You look cute being pounded into oblivion, but-"

One of his hands released your tight grip and reached your throat, quickly clamping down and pressing your larynx against the tender skin of his palm.

Immediately, he observed your chest rise as you inhaled a deep breath. However, once he tightened his hold, your already debauched expression increased.

He felt you grow almost limp, your grasp on the table loosening as you appeared like you absolutely succumbed to your husband's c*ck that drove inside with invigorating thrusts.

(e/c) eyes half-lidded, glossy with tears that slightly fell from your lids. Drool dribbled down the corner of your lips that were parted, breathless, barely audible squeaks leaving it.

"-you look even better with my hand around your throat, baby."

Your abdomen contracts, your free leg pressing against his firm hips in an attempt to respond. Your husband sucked in a deep breath and rolled his head to pop a crick in his neck.

"I love it when you look like that. Keep looking at me, baby, and I'll give you what you want."

You couldn't respond audibly, so instead, you let your body do that talking. Weakly, your hands attached themselves to his wrist, securing its hold on them as your ankles clasped together behind his bottom.

Ryouta's body tingled, his stomach tightening and notifying him of very near release. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed strenuously, right there at the cliff where the ecstasy waited for him to arrive.

And like a twig snapping your husband's hold, your throat tightened, his breathing halting as he was barely able to call out your name.

His abdomen contracted as the man let the tip of his member kiss the entrance to your womb. He stilled his hips, allowing for your body to clench and tighten to suck him dry.

The blond's seed spilled into your body, pooling into your deepest area as you devoured it all greedily. warm and thick, the liquid felt as some trickled down your slick walls and leaked out down your bottom.

Following the small streams, the man smiled cheekily and snapped his hips forward again, yielding a sharp intake from your lips.

"You started all of this, but I definitely ended it."

Your nails that were digging into his forearm drew blood, which had him quickly release your throat so you could breathe better.

"Ryouta, I'm gonna kill you!"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ

✦ "𝐃-𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭!"

His large hands scrambled to your waist, maintaining you in place that ceased any movement. Your brows furrowed, your succulent lips puckering as you reached down to hold the top of his hands.

"Don't tell me what to do." You uttered, panting slightly with a sheen sheet of sweat glistening on your skin.

Midorima swallowed strenuously, his fern-colored orbs gazing up at you with strained eyes. "You're walking on thin ice, (Y/n)."

In response to his words, you ground your lower body on him and purposely stimulated his c*ck inside of you that was already so deep.

His length twitched, his tip penetrating your cervix, which spread indescribable sensations across your abdomen.

"You're going to regret it if you go any further." He expressed harshly, any signs of playfulness long gone and a much more serious expression adorning his handsome, sweaty face.

You were still huffing, catching your breath as your naked figure looked down at him from your straddling position on his lap.

He was just as nude, only his white button-up shirt from work adorning his torso, and even that was undone so his bare chest could be on display.

With feather-like touches, your fingertips danced across his abs, rising to his nipples that had his breath hitch.

The coy grin on your lips widened as your hands reached his sharp jaw and pulled his head away from the headboard.

"Regret what?" You cooed. "What can you do to make me regret it, hmm?"

The usually stoic and easily flustered man bore a blank expression, one with observing eyes that looked to be in deep thought.

"You asked for it." He muttered under his breath before letting his lips meet yours. You grinned into the kiss, ready to taunt him more with a stimulating grind of your hips, but instead, he had done something that had your head spin.

Those large hands of his tightened their hold on your waist, using the strength of his muscular arms to raise your body upwards and slam your figure down to meet his harsh thrust upwards.

Your eyes widened, and your lips were agape as a high-pitched squeak echoed out. His member once again kissed the entrance to your womb cruelly and sent jolts of bliss and pain across your abdomen.

Midorima was throbbing, so close to his climax, but due to you testing his patience, he decided to let himself last a little longer.

The divot in your spine grew as you threw your head back, your hands flying to reach his thigh and hold it for some form of support.

You no longer did any of the work; instead, every thrust was provided by his toned hips. The force increased due to the strength.

The ability to breathe correctly was basically stolen from your lungs, unrhythmic pants and huffs followed by mewls of bliss.

His veiny c*ck grazed against not only your tightened walls but also the sensitive spots inside that had you climaxing on contact.

Your nails dug into his skin and created crescent-shaped blemishes that burned his pale skin red. A breath was held in the depths of your lungs as ecstasy coursed through your veins.

You shuddered, contracting inwards and holding onto his toned waist for stability. Everything tightened... your limbs, your abdomen, and your velvety walls that perfectly molded around his member.

Midorima found your expression that was lost in bliss enchanting, absolutely scintillating, and had his pace increasing.

His lips reached your throat, kissing it with his mouth that was greedy for more. His tongue stroked the crook of your neck before traveling down your bare collarbone.

Your husband's mouth entrapped a bare nipple, his tongue flickering over it and intensifying the bliss through your nerves.

The whimpering that escaped your lips rang within his eardrums, giving him a boost of energy to finally reach his high.

"You test my patience so much." He stated along the soft mounds of your breast once he released your nipple. You didn't respond, too busy trying to focus on breathing.

His lips formed a smile, his head rising to kiss you once again and remind you to focus. It was hard when everything was so stimulating, so distracting, but with the help of his warm body against yours, you began to zone in again.

But once your focus returned, and so did your breathing, he pulsated, throbbing and twitching until he pressed you so firmly down onto him that the tip of his member drove against your cervix.

Nails drew blood as the sensation of his seed spraying into your womb flooded your system. The warm, almost burning hot liquid that couldn't fit any more inside slowly trickled out and drenched his trimmed pubic hairs.

Your whole body fell forward onto his chest, your husband's arms quickly wrapping around your torso to hold you securely.

"Are you okay?" He questioned softly, migrating stray hairs that stuck to the sweaty skin of your forehead.

"Yeah." The words were a blissful whisper that lacked the strength to be any louder than your ragged breathing.

The basil-haired man huffed audibly, stroking your back tenderly while he still rested inside of you, plugging his seed inside unconsciously.

"I did say you were going to regret it."

"Shintarou, shut it!" 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

✦ꜱᴏ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴏʀᴇ, ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴏʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴀᴠᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋ :). ✦ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴏɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʀɪᴅᴇ. ✦ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴏʙʟɪɢᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴄ ɪ ��ʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʀᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇ ✦ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏ! ✦5,453 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐍𝐁 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

See ya later, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐬!

[bnsni]

TO LIVE, AND TO SERVE

part one

(tfo. sentinel x gn.miner.reader )

spoilers! just in case. nothing plot heavy spoilers but yk just in case.

one, two, three

CHAINS clinked against the ground. Ones, you realize that were yours as you try to lift up your pedes, only for it to stop short a few centimeters high and drag back down again with a hackle. Alright, so you're shackled. Easy, just flip over and see where I am.

You tried. Tried. To flip over, but all you could manage was a wiggle and that's just about it. Your servos were chained to your back. And your neck was sore bent at a position for so long. The ground was grimy and dark and your cheek — Primus it was sore —was pressed against the floor.

Where am I?

A migraine pulsed behind your optics, coupled with a familiar faint ache thrumming from your abdomen, freshly sore.

Oh, right.

A kick to the shin and one to the helm. A blur of colors. Then, a throttle. Darkwing, you grimaced. You should've known better than to play hero and help. A creak sounded, hinges of a metal door opening and your neck strained from frantic ways of trying to look over your shoulder.

—Proved futile.

"Oh, you don't have to run." A voice echoed, a cave-like resonance that trilled and bounced off the walls of the cell. "I've already made sure that you couldn't."

The shadow stretched across the floor. It became larger, molding in size. Into shape. You try to speak, but all that came out were incoherent slurs of sentences. Each one increased with panic. Intake, slack, faceplate numb. And that, to your unfortunate demise, amused the Prime.

"No worries, though, Airachnid's venom aren't usually that fatal. Well, usually. But this time I advised, and I'm glad she listened, to use her lesser death-inducing ones. Ones that take an instant. Its a bit of a mess when anomalies die."

His pedes stopped beside your helm. "And you know that... don't, you?" Another babble from you made him laugh. "Hah. You look ridiculous. Here, allow me."

A harsh tug on your back flipped you over and you grunted, finally able to relish some light from the ceiling. Sentinel prime loomed above you, a grin on his face.

Oh, Primus.

You never thought this was how you'd meet your beloved Prime. Besides, any other way would result your spark snuffed and churned into energon. The ache in your abdomen pierced into a searing pain. You winced.

"You know what that is? Its a kind of paralysis that only affects your body, not your helm." He tapped your forehead.

Tink.

Tink.

"Your mind still works. You can think, you can feel. I can see your optics are still bright." He tips his helm, curiously amused. " Still got that little fire in you, huh. And you're scared. You're scared, yes?"

Silence. You only stared back, chassis pumped with andrenaline. What else you were suppose to say, blegh blegh blegh?

" Silly me. Blink twice if you're scared."

You blinked once.

"Oh?"

Then another slow blink.

"That's what I thought. Now," he knelt beside your helm. The tight smile on his face was nothing genial. " What did I tell you about miners going around creating troubles for me to fix. "

Sir! It wasn't what it was! You rustled, moving you mouth. Nothing came out. Whether Sentinel was aware of the incident or not, it seemed he chose to ignore the possibility that you might be right.

" Not only you defied a supervisor, you also kicked him and destroyed — let me see," He tapped your cheek, tink tink tink, optics to the ceiling, thinking. "Oh yes, almost blew up crates worth of decades use. Injured five of my gaurds. Many more, probably. And, why is that? To make a point nobody will understand. To make a point that's virtually worthless?"

You shook your head.

We couldn't go on any longer. Sir, please.

We are free.

We need to be free.

"Your little speech was adorable. That mineer you saved, oh how melodramatic. Unfortunately like you, he's not going to have the opportunity of choosing his punishment."

Your optics widened and you froze. That look on your face seemed to please him and he lunged forward. You choked as he grabbed your face, pulling your head up to his level.

"It's a shame." He crooned. " You miners are so delicate. Its a miracle you managed this much through the mines already." The other servo grabbed your throat. He sighed, and tightened both grips.

The accumulating andrenaline allowed you to kick below in panic. The venom was dissapating. You feel a little pulse in your pedes, as well as the sensors blooming back on your digits.

"Now, I'll give you two options" He leaned closer. "And I'll only say this once. You can serve Cybertron and it's people — or,"

The servo clutching your throat released and glided down, down and lower...

" Or, you can serve me. Your Prime. Your leader — What will that be?"

Your optics flickered, staring back into his blue ones.

You faintly reminisced bumping into a miner on the street while heading down to the main square of iacon. You've just had your pay, a few hundred shanix clutched in your servos and the collision smeared them across the ground. Frantic, you tried to pick them up, ignoring the several laughters from the bots above — and the miner did too. They were just like you, except...

"Here," They said.

You look up.

They were pretty. Well kempt. A gentle smile on their face. Their platings were shiny, glossy. Without a scratch.

You were confused.

They were just like you. No cogs. No nothing.

"Oh, you're at a different sector, then?" You remember asking.

The miner blinked and frown, chagrined as he handed the last slip of shanix and looked away. You couldn't asked more. A mech with gleaming gold platings dragged them away.

The last look he gave was a somber look before looking ahead. Never back.

You remember being confused. A little irritated at such a display the senator took them away.

But, now. Now, it all made sense.

Is that what it was?

A toy for them to play with?

"I'll...serve....you...." You croaked out.

But even so, at least you're able to live.

"Good mech."

[transformers-spike]

Well, now I *have* to ask for Skyquake and Dreadwing quadruple dicking.

(For everyone else: head cannon that seekers have two spikes, and that very much includes these absolute beefcakes)

After some debate, I decided to still give them knots. Because nothing's stopping me.

Is this what it means to be loved? Claws stroking over your shivering form with reverence and respect, you’ve never felt more at ease. There is adoration in their optics. Skyquake’s blaze like a forest fire, all passion and hunger for what your human body can give. Dreadwing’s stream down your frame like rain on a hot summer day – soaking you in the comfort of his touch.

Their servos are equal parts frigid and searing, overwhelming you with sensations and textures you’ve never experienced with another of your kind. Their ex-vents are warm against your flesh, lips brushing over your neck and back. For the very first time in your measly little life, you’re being worshipped. What do they see in you? You’re trapped between two colossuses of unfathomable greatness, two honorable beings choosing to stoop down to your size if only to experience your finite nature. Their digits find their way inside of you, dull claw-tips caressing sweet nerves to prepare you for what’s to come. Skyquake’s spikes are too large to enter you at the same time; one of them rests pulsating on your stomach, the other stretches you, pain molding into pleasure. His brother’s servos stroke your thighs encouragingly, parting them for his twin. You’re certain the favor will be returned. Skyquake wastes no time thrusting into you, praises dripping off his glossa as his fragile human does the impossible and takes a mech of his size. Dreadwing’s interface panel is yet to open, but you swear you can feel it overheating behind you, cooling fans running at maximum capacity.

It’s not long until Skyquake spills himself, growling and digging his claws into the berth. The knot swelling inside of you burns, stretching your walls to their limits. You don’t mind the transfluid coating your stomach, you can barely feel your own body by the time he kisses you, struggling to stop himself from devouring your lips. You shudder as Dreadwing’s digit draws circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, drawing out overload after overload, making you clench around his brother’s spike. It causes Skyquake to hiss and grind his hips against yours. When he pulls out with a wet pop, Dreadwing quickly takes his place. His members are thinner. At first he starts with only one of them, testing your limits before he slips the other in. Together, they’re bigger than Skyquake’s spike, but your previous orgasms make the transition smoother, easing your walls until he can fit himself completely. He handles you with awe as if mystified by your capabilities, shallow thrusts keeping his spikes mostly sheathed inside of your tiny body. He calls your determination admirable, which makes you laugh and smile up at him, declaring you’re just in for the ride. A startled noise escapes you when Skyquake holds your thighs up, pressing your knees to your chest, pushing your flexibility. Dreadwing reproaches his brother, but you chuckle and give a thumbs up, urging him to continue; hesitantly, he does as asked. He lasts longer than his twin, making love to your smaller form until he eventually overloads with a groan, bracing himself over you. His spikes twitch, knots pressing up against each other inside of you in what must be the best accidental self-service. Skyquake lets go of your legs and gives his brother space to plant a needy kiss on your lips, polite as ever, concealing the full extent of his desperation. Skyquake presses his digit to the very same sensitive bud, guiding you to orgasm after orgasm, inner walls clamping down on his brother’s spikes. “Brother, stop,” Dreadwing orders, servos on either side of your thighs. From your angle, you can hardly see Skyquake’s expression – but from what you can tell, he looks extremely smug. “What? I’m simply repaying your kindness in full,” he answers, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his intake. Dreadwing seizes his twin’s servo without hurting your abused genitals.

“Not when it turns painful,” he says, glaring at his brother who seems twice as amused. You snort at the display, earning two arched optical ridges. “Damn, you guys are adorable.” Your hand finds Dreadwing’s servo, addressing both of them. “Thank you. It’s definitely… the best frag of my life.” His golden face is adorably coated in blue blush. 

“Anything for you,” Skyquake’s voice rumbles above you. He places his servo over your free hand.

Together, they look down at you like you’re their greatest treasure; splayed across the bed, disheveled hair, wide eyed, panting, transfluid smeared across your skin.

“It’s the least we can give,” his brother says, brushing the hair from your face. Tears are pricking your eyes.

[enigmatist17]

I've never written Deadlock before, but RatchLock(?) in the Mecha Pilot Jazz Au by @keferon has me by the throat bc Ratchet is my #1 babygirl of All Time ❤️❤️❤️

My other fics I've done in said AU 1 2

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Ratchet was old.

Sure, he still had a good 50 to 60 years left in him, but hoy boy he was old. He knows most of that "aging" happened when he worked with the mecha program, and while it had been the highlight of his life, the dark road they had started to turn down wasn't for him.

Pilots dying in dozens from all sorts of ways, the worst being the degradation of their minds from the very machine used to defend humanity

Bright-eyed rookies turning hollow and their spark burned out, most leaving with eyes unseeing inside the same black bag.

Demands for more, demands to integrate human and machine, demands to take away their humanity to win

Demands that still haunt his dreams, especially when old superiors ambush him with a gaggle of his new students and interns in his tow.

His town, dammit!

Most of them watch Ratchet spend the rest of the day cursing up a storm that could make any sailor blush while slamming things down, everyone escaping when he eventually made a vague motion to the door. He goes for his bottle of whiskey once he makes sure the last student drives off with some friends, taking a seat in the middle of the shop floor as he pours himself a generous glass, setting the bottle by the side of his chair.

"Does Ratty have all his toys away~?"

"For now." Ratchet rolled his eyes as he took a sip, able to hear the bay door behind his chair rattle before opening with a slight screech. To a normal person, the sight of what appeared to be an unpiloted mecha slipping into some random repair shop would have caused a bit of a ruckus, but Ratchet is unbothered as he takes another sip of his drink. "Make sure you close the door this time."

"I leave it open one time." The mecha scoffs, glowing red eyes cycling in exasperation as the bay door is closed with a slight tug, the loud crash of metal on concrete making the human in the room pinch the bridge of his nose. "Oops."

"If I had a wrench within reaching distance..." The mecha grins as it crosses the shop floor, unapologetic as they sit on the floor across from the bioengineer. "Any luck today?"

"I was able to take out two scouts, should give me enough energon for a few cycles." Ratchet watches as two glowing cubes are pulled out from a seemingly endless storage space inside one arm, shown off before they're placed back inside. "I've survived off less."

"I'm still working on a synthetic version, but no luck." A flicker of regret crosses Ratchet's face, and the mecha reaches over to poke the top of his head. "Hard to create an alien food source, apparently."

"You're still trying, I'll take that." The mecha croons, glowing eyes watching Ratchet take another sip with a sort of purring noise.

No, not a mecha, an honest-to-god alien known as a Cybertronian.

"You seem upset." While the strange organics lacked an EMF field, Deadlock didn't need one to see the annoyance in those pretty optics of his human.

"Just some of the usual bullshit." Deadlock raised an optic ridge and stared, his ornery human staring right back with a scowl. "Got somethin' on my face?"

"You don't get this grumpy over the "usual" bullshit." Deadlock leaned forward with a slight tilt of his helm, the low rumble of his engine getting the other to relax just enough to consider it a victory. "Ratty~"

"Stop calling me that, my name is Ratchet." The Cybertronian only grins, reaching forward to poke the man in his chest.

"I don't like you being upset." Metal that should not be that expressive molds into a pout that would rival his little niece, and had he not seen Deadlock rip out a part of one of the alien threats (Quintesson he's been told) with those sharp teeth, he might find it cute.

.....

Fuck

"Some of those government fucks showed up in front of my people, wanted me to just leave and go back to all of....that." The whiskey is drained, and Ratchet leans over to grab the bottle. "It's one thing to harass me over the phone, but the street? In front of my kids? They can fuck right off with that." The glass is filled again, and the two sit in silence as he slowly drinks, looking at the floor with his brows furrowed. "I can't go back to that, no matter how much that would help out my....project."

"Aw, I'm a project now?" Deadlock cooed, a clawed digit gently caressing the side of Ratchet's face with as much care as he could muster. "I got an upgrade~"

"You're a disaster." Ratchet rolled his eyes, but otherwise didn't move as he listened to the (begrudgingly) familiar cadence of Deadlock's systems. While he could be as silent as the grave, Ratchet was pretty sure he was some sort of spy or assassin of some kind despite any questions getting the brush off, the alien mech had adopted the practice of allowing his natural ambient noise to become noticeable.

Just for his human, one of many things he'd adopted for his savior-turned-object of affection.

"Would you like for me to kill them?" Deadlock purrs when Ratchet raises an eyebrow, taking in the warmth against his digit. "I could make it look like an accident~"

"Like hell you will, that'll just get more eyes on me."

"Are you sure? Didn't sound like you were all that upset by the idea Ratty."

"Yes I am...though if they approach me in public again, maybe you could cause an accident or something, as a treat."

"Oh you do spoil me~!"

[toolsongmould]

Unlocking Precision: Explore the World of Optical Mold Manufacturing

Precision is the cornerstone of modern manufacturing, particularly in industries where accuracy and quality are paramount. Optical mold manufacturing stands at the forefront of this pursuit, revolutionizing the production of intricate optical components used in various applications ranging from consumer electronics to medical devices. This article delves into the intricate world of optical mold manufacturing, shedding light on its processes, technologies, and significance in contemporary manufacturing.

Optical mold manufacturing represents a specialized branch of mold making dedicated to producing components with exceptionally high precision and surface finish. The term "optical mold" refers to molds used in the fabrication of optical elements such as lenses, prisms, and mirrors, which demand micron-level accuracy and flawless optical properties.

At the heart of optical mold manufacturing lies the pursuit of perfection in form and function. Unlike conventional molds used for general-purpose plastic injection molding, optical molds require meticulous attention to detail throughout every stage of the manufacturing process. From initial design to final polishing, each step is meticulously executed to ensure the production of optical components that meet the more stringent quality standards.

The process of optical mold manufacturing begins with the design phase, where engineers meticulously plan the geometry and specifications of the mold to achieve the desired optical properties. Advanced computer-aided design (CAD) software is employed to simulate the behavior of light within the optical system and optimize the mold geometry accordingly. This iterative design process allows engineers to refine the mold design until it meets the exacting requirements of the desired optical component.

Once the design is finalized, the fabrication of the optical mold commences. Precision machining techniques such as computer numerical control (CNC) milling and electrical discharge machining (EDM) are employed to carve the mold cavity with sub-micron accuracy. Specialized materials such as high-grade tool steels or ceramics are chosen for their exceptional wear resistance and thermal stability, ensuring the longevity and performance of the optical mold.

The surface finish of the optical mold plays a critical role in determining the quality of the finished optical component. To achieve the ultra-smooth surfaces required for optical applications, advanced polishing techniques such as diamond turning and abrasive polishing are employed. These techniques allow for the removal of surface imperfections at the nanometer scale, ensuring that the mold cavity imparts small optical distortion to the final product.

Throughout the manufacturing process, stringent quality control measures are implemented to verify the dimensional accuracy and optical performance of the optical mold. Advanced metrology tools such as coordinate measuring machines (CMMs) and interferometers are used to inspect the mold geometry and surface quality, ensuring compliance with the desired specifications.

The significance of optical mold manufacturing extends beyond the realm of optical components, influencing a wide range of industries and applications. In the field of consumer electronics, optical molds are instrumental in the production of high-resolution camera lenses, display panels, and optical sensors. In the medical sector, optical components manufactured using precision molds enable advancements in diagnostic imaging, surgical instrumentation, and laser-based therapies.

In conclusion, optical mold manufacturing represents a pinnacle of precision engineering, where every aspect of the process is meticulously executed to achieve perfection in form and function. By unlocking the potential of optical mold technology, manufacturers can produce optical components with unparalleled accuracy and optical performance, driving innovation and progress across various industries. As the demand for high-quality optical components continues to grow, optical mold manufacturing remains at the forefront of technological advancement, shaping the future of precision manufacturing.

[muletia]

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

[tfp] obsessed!ratchet x human!reader

summary: when his emotions turned overwhelming, ratchet tried to hate you instead, to protect both of you. despite his efforts, he cannot stop caring about you

cw: angst, obsessive thoughts, emotional manipulation, mentions of jealousy and possessiveness, ratchet is kinda toxic in this (but he gets better i promise)

word count: 1250

At first, he tried to hate you. To push you away, to make you despise him just as much as he tried to despise you. To turn passion into hatred, to move to the opposite end of the spectrum, yet still burn with the same fervor, the same intensity. Hatred was, after all, easier to manage than love—easier to understand, easier to explain, and easier to back up with facts. Love was an unknown, raising millions of questions he could never answer. Hatred hurt less. And although both passions were fierce in their own right, Ratchet could swear that the first one was far less damaging.

At first, he tried to be cold. Indifferent toward you, mean, and grumpy. He would throw comments at you that he could have easily kept behind his denta because he knew they would hit a nerve and wound you to some extent. He wanted you to leave him alone, to grow disillusioned with him. To stop interacting, to stop looking, to stop being a part of his daily life.

Another warm relationship was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Ratchet was tired. Tired of war, tired of being a medic, tired of patching up his friends only for them to return with fresh, bleeding wounds—or not return at all. Every mech and femme he grew close to either died or suffered, and he had to watch. Watch as the light faded from their optics, as energon poured from their wounds, as they lost limbs. You weren’t a Cybertronian, but would associating with him not weave a similar fate for you? One filled with pain and suffering? If the war didn’t harm you, his feelings surely would—what difference would it make? And your death was something he could not survive.

That’s why he wanted to prevent it. To break the vicious cycle, to stop the machinery of torment. To give himself no hope of a happy ending because he knew it was never meant for him. He couldn’t afford to think of himself. Ratchet was harsh, unfeeling. He made sure that every word he said struck like an icicle, that it hurt. Yet he wasn’t sure who was suffering more. The last thing he wanted was to cause you pain, but in this situation, he saw no other way. In a sense, he was saving you from catastrophe, from a collision that would destroy you both. He preferred to deliver the blow when his feelings were just budding, before his infatuation grew into something unmanageable. At least then, you’d both have a chance to recover.

But he found himself checking on you. Ensuring you were all right, even though he had just done so moments ago. He found himself having needs that terrified him because he was never supposed to feel them. Even with a carefully laid plan, with his rigidly set values, Ratchet’s thoughts circled taboo. He contemplated touch, intimacy. Happiness that wasn’t meant for him.

He often wondered if you understood why he had to be the way he was; what kind of clay the war had molded him from. If he explained the details, would you grasp his intentions? Understand that he couldn’t afford the luxury of love? He only hoped you didn’t think it was your fault, that you had made some mistake, even though he gave you no reason to think otherwise. And that hurt more than any sharp remark he ever hurled your way.

It was a pity that by the time he acted, it was already too late. You had cast your spell, enchanted him and his processor. You haunted him during the day, in dreams, when you visited your alien friends, and when you were at home. You appeared in his thoughts when he least expected it, yet when he needed it most. At first, sporadically—when you hadn’t visited them for a while, when he began to miss the sound of your chatter near his workstation. When the lack of your presence started to bother him. Then, you appeared more frequently, and fleeting memories turned into fantasies and daydreams. He stopped thinking he’d like you to sit with him and started longing. Intensely, fervently.

Still, he believed his plan would work. That he could end the relationship he had nurtured for so many months. But you had entirely different plans. Consciously or not, you dismantled the calculated, artificial hatred, tearing down the walls he had begun to build around himself.

The first time you touched him to draw his attention, Ratchet was convinced his knees would buckle under his weight. Suddenly, new colors entered his field of vision, and where you touched him, an explosion of sparks erupted, an electricity incomparable to merely being in your presence. The touch was more vivid. Raw and intimate, and so incredibly powerful that it broke him. It pierced through his defenses, reached so deep that Ratchet abandoned his plan. He stopped trying to change your relationship at an unnatural pace and in a dishonest way. Oh, what a fool he had been, what a burden to both you and himself.

Mending the fractured relationship didn’t happen quickly, nor was it easy, but it gave him time to loosen the collar and allow himself to enjoy your company. Your presence brought comfort and peace. Even when you disagreed, when arguments grew heated, Ratchet clung to those shared moments. He wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world and would fight to keep them going. He grew jealous when you claimed you wouldn’t speak to him again, though he knew it wasn’t true. He knew, but he couldn’t stop himself from pulling you into his servos whenever you started talking to someone else. He wasn’t proud, but seeing you in your rightful place, close to him, made everything feel right again. Everything returned to normal.

“I owe you my sincerest apologies,” he once said to Optimus, choosing a day when the base was nearly empty, save for him, his friend, and the two humans who had changed their lives. Whether for better or worse was yet to be determined.

“You have done nothing that could cause me harm,” Optimus replied.

“But I did not understand,” he said. “That has changed somewhat recently.”

The medic’s gaze anchored on you, dispelling any doubt in the leader’s mind. Optimus began to pity his friend.

“Will it ever improve? Will this torment ever bear anything good?” Ratchet asked.

Optimus fell silent for a moment. “I am unable to provide an answer to that. However, I am certain that surrender is not the correct course of action, and you must not pursue it, for it would destroy the benevolence you have labored so long to cultivate. [Name] holds you in great regard; I would urge you to keep this in mind.”

For Ratchet, it was already too late for retreat, though he had lost the battle with himself. You had entwined yourself too deeply in his spark, taken a permanent place in his processor. He failed to keep his feelings in check, and they took over, spreading everywhere.

He started with hatred, using it as a familiar form of self-defense. Now, when you come to him with the tiniest scratch on your finger, Ratchet is ready to wage a war for you, blinded by his feelings. Ready to protect you at all costs, dedicating every free moment solely to you. He was finished, undone, but the fact that his demise would likely come through you no longer mattered to him.

[yejiasilicone]

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[pinkanonwrites]

Hands-On Learning (Rodimus Perspective)

Read 'Hands-On Learning' Here!

art by @archie-sunshine

Rodimus/Human Reader, NSFW, First Contact AU, AFAB Reader, GN Pronouns, G/T, Experimental Sex, Fingering, Oral (Receiving)

I was asked many a time for Roddy's perspective in 'Hands-On Learning', so here it is!

NSFW Below The Cut!

“You're real eager, aren't you? Taking off all your little coverings so fast.~”

If Perceptor, or Megatron, or, Primus forbid, Ultra Magnus knew he was doing this, it could easily be a one-way ticket to the brig. Or Rung’s office. Whichever was closer. The first time had been an accident, sure. A misunderstanding. Something that, if it were to get out to the other mechs aboard, Rodimus could easily brush off as a miscommunication between different species. A miscommunication that wouldn't end with him being questioned about particular fetishes or slapped with a warning about ‘interface misconduct.’

But this? Cupping your soft, unarmored body between his massive digits? Teasing and squeezing your plush organic mass while you wriggled in his grip? This is something he could actually get in trouble for. This was something dangerous. 

And Rodimus loved ‘dangerous’.

Your soft skin yielded so easily beneath the press of his servos, each delicate touch bringing these tiny bumps rippling to the surface of your skin, microscopic hairs standing on end as he stroked you. Your thighs fell apart as he trailed a digit up the length of one, revealing your slick, uncovered valve. 

“Cute.” Instead of following your invitation, he instead poked you in the side of your squishy thigh, chuckling as your muscle shifted beneath his digit. There was far more yield than metal mesh usually gave, warmth molding into the crevices of his joints when he squeezed you again. You let out a soft whimpering noise, grabbing for the seam of his wrist and directing him up, up, until one of his digits was pressed flush against your valve. Once it was there you crooned, hips jerking at the faint rumble of his engines coursing through his frame.

“Yes? You like that? Must feel good pressing up on all your soft spots, huh?” His optics flickered between your face and valve, torn between watching the subtle twitches of your expressions trying to hold back your pleasure, and the slick you were now drooling all over his knuckle.

“Yes…” You cooed, along with another string of babble he didn't yet understand. But you kept rocking your hips up against him, huffing and whining with each ex-vent. He gave the slightest roll of his digit, and even that sensation was enough to have you gasping in his servos.

“So cute.” He reaffirmed, letting his other servo stroke and fondle you while you got yourself off on his digit. With his thumb resting on your chassis he could feel the thud, thud, thud of your fuel pump hammering away, seeming to rev up faster and faster the closer you came to overload. Your little pedes scrabbled uselessly against the surface of the table, pushing your hips up harder, more desperately against his digit as you moaned. Rodimus could feel your valve clenching around nothing as your overload hit you, helm lolling back against his palm with a soft thunk. 

“Careful.~” He teased, digit finally slowing to a stop as your moans began to pitch up into overstimulated whimpers. You blinked up at him with unfocused, glassy optics, slick and limp and looking utterly content in his servos.

“Rodimus…”

The heat pooling in his tanks and behind his modesty plate bellowed, a gush of steam venting through his parted dermas as his engine snarled.

“Slag… You’re so slaggin’ cute.” His digits slunk lower, prodding and massaging at the slick opening of your valve. Your soft skin gave way so easily, stretching far beyond what he could have possibly imagined until, with a wet pop and a sharp, staggering gasp from you, the tips of two of his digits were snug in your little valve.

“Rodimus!?” You yelped again, surrounded by a garble of unfamiliar language as you twitched and shivered in his servos. Your own little digits dug into the sensitive crevasses of his paneling, helm tossed back in ecstasy as he prodded further into your impossible warmth. Rodimus could swear that with each minute curve of his digits he could see the soft bulge of your tank from him prodding within, transfluid spilling out and dribbling down the curve of your aft and into his palm. Rodimus found himself transfixed by the milky substance, unable to tear his optics away from your valve as lubricant pooled beneath his glossa.

“Messy too… Don’t worry, sweetspark, I’ll clean you right up…”

The first lap of his glossa across your valve was electrifying. There was a heady, almost metallic tang to your transfluid, like the powder at the bottom of a box of rust sticks. And each time he teased your tiny node your hip struts would jump right off of his palm, practically humping his open intake. But the best of all had to be your noises. They were even more obvious now, hitched little in-vents and primal mewls as you writhed and gasped and shivered in his cupped servos. The urge to disengage the locks of his interface panels prickled at the back of his processor, drowned out and brushed aside by the mere euphoria of your organic taste. The cling and scrape of your tiny servos against his helm chevron was little more than a buzz in the back of his pleasure-fogged thoughts.

You sobbed out his name again, another spurt of organic fluid spilling from your valve and across his glossa as you clenched around his digits. He lapped at your sensitive node just a few more times before finally pulling away.

“That might have just made you more messy though. Hanging in there, bud? Good?”

Slippery with arousal and coolant and oral lubricant fluid, you lifted your servo weakly to offer him an exhausted thumbs up. Rodimus beamed, squishing your soft cheek beneath the prod of his digit tip.

“Ha! Good. Better get you cleaned up before you get all grimy though, huh? I wonder if you'd fit in one of Mags’s mugs…”

[mrsoharaa]

Giggling while drunkenly, messily, making out with Miguel is what I could use right about now ngl. 😔

一 ✿

Like you both just return home from a vibrant, lovely fun night out. A few drinks in and neither of you can get your needy hands off from one another.

His large, rough palms would roam up and down the venture of your curvy body, while yours trace up and down the strut of his firm, wide chest to the vast structure of his broad shoulders. Eventually your little fingers would curl up into the back hairs of his beautiful chestnut tresses.

His hungry lips would messily lap over yours with such inaccuracy and drive, sloppily mangling over yours and tripping occasionally over his large feet while still latching onto your hips. You'd break out into small fits of genuine giggles, feeling his warm full lips constantly try to stick onto your own, only to feel them slip past the velvety skin on either onto your flushed cheeks or your cute chin.

Your nails would weave gently into his wavy strands, tucking and tugging playfully as his frustrated grumbles would seep against your warm, soft flesh. Adding on to the cute little chortles that erupt from you. He's too cute.

His looming body would pin your back against the wall by the door.

"M-Miguel- you're b-being too *hic* frantic" you'd hiccup a small chuckle, feeling the warmth of his plush lips crease into the juncture of your jawline and neck. His hot breath permeating into the lush of your simulated skin.

"¡Ay, coño!...n-not frantic enough" his words slur out into rambled mumblings, hands pushing you more steadily, firmly against the solidity of the wall behind you, hips connecting with yours as his lips gradually find their way to the corner of your own. You'd simply giggle at his retort.

Heaves out another heavy, hot breath as he ghosts his lips just centimeters away from yours. Lidded irises of deep scarlet lazily, longingly, gazing down at you. Watching and noting every simple, little detail that was you.

Raises his left hand up to drape steadily around the structure of your neck, keeping you still against his weighted figure and the wall nestled behind you. Your hazy eyes finally meet his, a shimmer of intoxicated desire and endearment drowning your beautiful optics.

"Such a pretty l-laugh...you're so p-pretty, mi ara��a bonita" his breath husks heftily, leaning in closer to you as he pushes at the back of your neck to mold into his fevered lips. Strongly.

With added friction and steady firmness, Miguel made sure that his lips stayed connected with yours at all times. Swindling his tongue into the moisten cavern of your mouth, as he hums in delight to your acceptance for his sudden intrusion. His heart plummets every time he listens to a genuine giggle or muffled moan resonate from the depths of your throat.

Makes him become more needy and touchy with you.