Hope you have a beautiful weekend. I recently got into TF Prime. While I’m waiting (somewhat) patiently for anymore EIA/TC crumbs, may we get some Prime updates? Namely Shockwave? The other stories are at a decent pause spot but omg I’m chomping at the bit waiting to see if he succeeds in his endeavors, if we spark bond and get to see his beautiful self pre-empurata. 😭 I’m foaming at the mouth lol
*grovels*
Sure!
Point of Extinction Pt 23
TFP Shockwave x Reader
• “We are talking,” he intones as you lean to drag your blanket over and wrap yourself in it. Feel too vulnerable, too exposed when you’re naked around him. Inhaling slowly, you wonder how someone as smart as he seems to be can also be so dense. And you’re not even sure how safe questioning him is. If he might decide you’re too much trouble if you argue with him. ‘What am I to you? And don’t say I’m Thirteen, please,’ you whisper as that single optic focuses on you, dilating to a malevolent pinpoint.
• You’re a chance at recovering himself. At understanding the memories that plague him and seem to be his and a stranger’s both at the same time. You’re the key. Antenna folding back, he rumbles. Aware of how illogical those thoughts are. Of the dissonance they cause within him. That every day it gets worse and you seem to be the affliction and the cure. Reaching out a big hand, you shy away. Lean back, eyes wary.
• He’s just staring at you as your tired frustration grows. He’s admitted that he understood that this isn’t healthy. His fixation and obsession with you. But you doubt he’s going to stop. “I still need you,” he finally growls and your shoulders hunch as you stare at the big hand held out. Waiting instead of just grabbing you. Asking rather than taking. Does he think you can fix him? Because you can’t. Whatever’s wrong with him is way outside your wheelhouse. ‘Why do you need me?’ You ask, your own hand lifting reluctantly.
• Your soft fingertips barely brush the tips of his servos and he’s still. Watching you cautiously tracing your fingers against his hand, your body tense. He thinks of petro rabbits suddenly. Fragile things that so often meet their end because they’re too curious, too trusting. Because they tend to freeze when faced with a predator. But he’s not sure if you’re the petro rabbit or if it’s him. You’re dangerous. Addictive. Keeps reaching for you even as he feels himself unraveling. As he gets less sure of who he is, what he wants.
• Sighing when he’s silent, just staring at your fingers ghosting against his palm, you slowly pull away. And his servos close around your wrist, his big hand engulfing most of your arm. “Stay,” he growls, antenna still back and you stare at him, heart racing. Making yourself relax so his almost bruising grip will ease. But he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t drag you closer, either. Staring at that alien, frightening face, he’s leaning down slowly. Until his head rests against yours, your face washed in the red light of his optic. ‘Okay,’ you whisper, eyes closing and feeling even more lost.
the acoustic version of point of extinction is pure magic... its everything good in life... my skin is clear... my anxiety is gone... i found ten dollars in my pocket.... everything is wonderful
Hey Revel, always a big fan, today is my birthday and I gifted myself 2 blokees and somehow both boxes were Shockwave. Looks like my birthday is logical enough to him LOL. Btw make sure to drink enough and rest enough<3.
Happy birthday! It looks like the universe has chosen for you. Yay?
Point of Extinction Pt 24
TFP Shockwave x Reader
• Feel his cannon slide against your side and hip as he slowly clears his vents to wash you in warm air. His big hand is still wrapped around your wrist like he’s afraid you might run if he lets go. It feels a little too much like a shackle. Like a reminder that whatever this is between you both, he holds all the power. Says that he needs you, but you’re aware that your continued survival is wholly dependent on his whims. And you can’t really understand him. His motivations so indecipherable to you.
• Feels less out of control when he can touch you. It’s like you somehow ground him. Or maybe you’re the only thing he’s certain of anymore. Before, he hadn’t cared. The fragments of memories had been errors that meant nothing to him. Now they haunt him like your eyes, your anxiety. Isn’t sure that he likes this feeling, this dependency, but he can’t give you up, either. Needs you even though you distract him, complicate everything, make him question his goals. Head bowing toward yours, his servos flex against your arm. Wants to remember.
• Wish you could tell what he’s thinking better. Can sort of gauge his mood with his antenna or the restless tapping of his cannon against his thigh, but those things just clue you in on when he’s agitated. “You still haven’t answered me. What am I to you?” You whisper even though you know this question bothers him. The way he reacts makes you think that he doesn’t know himself. And his antenna go back as he stares at you. His head bumps your forehead, that single optic bathing your face in red light. Stumbling into his chassis and almost clipping your chin on his chest when he tugs you to him, he presses your palm firmly against his chassis.
• “I don’t know what this means,” you say, shoulders slumping. “I can feel that thrumming inside you, sort of like a heartbeat, but if you’re trying to tell me something, just say it.” Antenna flicking, he wonders if there’s even anything to bond to. Organics aren’t compatible that way. Knows that, but he can’t deny the obsessive need to confirm it. To try to bond you anyway. To claim you as his in every way possible. ‘I want you,’ he growls and you huff out a laugh. “Already?”
• He’s just staring and your free hand goes to the blanket wrapped around you. Not about to take it off unless he insists. “Sex doesn’t make a relationship,” you mutter. Even toe curling, urgent, distractingly good sex. And his plating shifts as he moves your hand away. Transfixed by the pulsing, writhing mass of light in his chest, a shiver of awareness whispers through you. Making you realize that you’re leaning toward whatever that is. That you want to reach for it. Making yourself rock back, you look up and he’s just watching you. “I don’t understand,” you say. What does he want you to do? Why show you this? Feel like this matters to him, like it’s important, but you’re left confused and in the dark. Fumbling to figure out what he wants from you.
BLINKS.. your point of extinction Shockwave fic.... I like 🥹🥹🥹 is it possible if you continue it,,, 🥺🥺🙏 I love that freak of an evil scientist
He’s definitely a freak🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️
Point of Extinction Pt 21
TFP Shockwave x Reader
• Everything? And he takes advantage when you freeze, servo stroking deep until you’re squirming in his lap. “Wait, we’re talking, remember?” You gasp, grabbing his wrist and fighting your own urge to move against his big hand. “Shockwave.” His cannon curls around you and he’s shifting onto his knees, the cannon keeping you pinned against him and his jutting chassis brushing the top of your head. And you know he can’t even see you now as he snarls, servo pumping. Need him to explain that little outburst, chest aching, because you need it to mean something. For this to be more than just this. And it hadn’t been an I love you, but you don’t really expect that from him.
• Spike rubbing against your back as he strokes you until you grow slick for him, he hears you whimper when his hand moves so he can grip your thigh, his cannon pinning you to him as he struggles to line you up unable to see what he’s doing. Shuddering when he finds you and his servos tighten on you, he pulls you down onto his spike, hips curling. Head falling back, he can feel your soft hands clinging to him when he moves you on his length. Feeling the way your slick heat wraps around him, he’s irritated that you’d asked if your body was all he wanted. Touching you makes him feel things he shouldn’t feel. Makes him do illogical things. Your smile makes his spark ache until he can’t stop reaching for you. You matter.
• Hanging onto him as he bounces you shallowly on his spike, you can feel the tension in his massive frame. Hear him snarling, his servos becoming almost bruising on you. And you groan feeling him somehow swelling inside you, until he can’t thrust anymore and he’s leaning forward, an elbow slamming against the berth as you duck to avoid his chassis when it hits and you’re caged under him, his cannon under you keeping your hips up as his own curl slightly, moving in lazy rocking motions against you so you feel his spike tugging almost uncomfortably inside you. Before he shudders and you feel his heat spilling inside you and you lay your forehead against the berth.
• Venting, as he relaxes over you, he rumbles. “Thirteen is mine,” he growls, and you make a soft sound tucked under him. Hates that he can’t see you right now. That his own frame is thwarting him, but it’s easier without you staring at him with those uncertain eyes. Easier to think. To try and say what he needs to, aware the words never quite come out right. “Not an experiment.” You make him feel the broken parts of himself, those jagged edges he rarely ever notices. Make him realize something is wrong with him. Make him feel like he can almost remember. Like you’re the key to unlocking everything that’s just out of reach.
• A play thing, then? You suppose that’s an upgrade from lab rat, but not by a lot. One of his servos brushes your pinky and you stare at his big hand as his servo curls against your little finger. Squirming slightly, you confirm that he’s definitely swollen inside you and that you’re not going anywhere any time soon. “Are you ever going to let me go home?” You make yourself ask and he rumbles at your back. ‘Never.’ Blowing out a breath, you’re not really sure what you’d expected. ‘Thirteen,’ he begins and you close your eyes. “Is yours. I know,” you whisper tiredly, feeling so lost.
Can we count on our conversations
to restore us like energon cubes
Made one wish for a permanent kiss
That would echo through these bones like arsenic
I can figure out the point of anything
Just not as quick as I can mess up my life
With all my dreams hooked to hospital machines
I think, "let's try redefining beautiful."
I’m so tired
I’ve had enough
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, you’ll always get burned
but you’ll never give it up
Motion City Soundtrack is one of my favorite bands ever, I cannot think of a song off of any of their albums that I dislike. (Go is probably my favorite album though.) Schedule permitting, I’ll be seeing them in their (last) concert later in the year!!
