(I had a weird setting for this one, so ultra magnus is basically a weird werewolf thing :p lmao)
Ultra Magnus sniffed the air deeply, the secondary base smelt like fresh paint.
A sportscar came racing into the base at that second.
"Smokescreen?" Arcee asked.
"Aww what gave me away?" He asked playfully with a pout ehile Arcee chuckled of to the side.
"Where were you soldier?" Ultra magnus asked.
"Scanning new warpaint, I thought it would be good to follow Optimus's lead, and Bumblebee's." He said gesturing towards the muscle car.
"Well, then you can look your best while stacking those empty crates." Ultra magnus said hiding a smirk.
Arcee hung back beside a working Ratchet, while watching the scene play out.
She usually sat with Ratchet when he worked, Ratchet didnt mind, Arcee was one if the only few he could tolerate, plus she wasnt bad company.
Wheeljack walked into base, his servos smeared with coolant.
"Soldier, I dont recall giving you permission to leave the base." Ultra magnus scolded.
Ratchet snickered.
"That's because you didnt, Sir." Wheeljack said and the commanders optics narrowed dangourously.
"Why are your servos smeared with coolant?" He asked.
"I recalibrated your ships engines." Wheeljack said.
Ultra magnus's optics showed surprise, then narrowed in suspicion as he watched Wheeljack walk away.
Hearing Arcee and Ratchet holding in giggles, he turned around to face them and Ratchet cleared his throat pipes while Arcee looked of to the side still holding in a giggle.
His heightened senses made it a whole lot easier for him to hear them mockingly say 'Sir' in sync.
A growl erupted from his throat pipes and they abruptly stopped.
Ultra Magnus sat on a crate, thinking over a punishment for the two, then he remembered the medic was a higher power than him, so punishment for the one.
He beckoned Arcee over and she sighed.
"Good luck." Stated Ratchet not looking up from his work.
"I'm gonna need it." She sighed.
She made her way over to the now standing commander.
Wheeljack leant on the wall watching her walk over.
Letting out a wolf whistle towards her direction, made all of the mechs, except Ultra magnus, laugh and cheer him on.
Ultra magnus barked at them and they went quiet, all except Wheeljack.
"She aint' yours." He barked right back, while Arcee slunk back away from them.
Wheeljack's servo shot out and grabbed her wrist, knowing she tried to leave.
"She is no one's." Ultra Magnus snarled.
"Wheeljack, could you let go of me, please?" Arcee asked.
Wheeljack hummed in response and let go of her wrist.
"You are dismissed, Soldier."
"Whatever." Wheeljack said walking off in a huff.
"Now, follow me." Magnus said walking down the hall.
Arcee followed and they ended up in his berthroom.
She was pushed against a wall.
"You laughed at me..."
"You won't be laughing once I'm done with you~" He whispered into her audio receptors.
She whined in terror, not knowing what he was going do to her.
It was clear when he smashed his hips against her aft, effectively silencing her.
Sharp denta skimmed her neck, drawing energon and he lapped it up, relishing the sweet taste.
She whimpered and he moved his hips again.
"You only speak when I tell you to." He breathily moaned into her audios, making her shiver and nod.
He jerked his hips again and she held in a moan.
He flipped himself around and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Grinding his panel against her's, She had to claw at his back trying to hold in a moan.
Not that he minded, it turned him on, the mix of pain and pleasure.
"Now." He said.
She finally released a moan that she had held in.
"Good femme~" He whispered.
"Now, Open." he commanded, watching her panel slide back for him made his spike pressurize more.
But alas, he had to strech her for him.
He inserted a digit and allowed her to adjust before adding another.
Once he deemed she wad ready, he removed his digits and lapped up her lubricant, enjoying the tangy and sweet taste.
His panel slid back revealing a hard, big spike.
Sheathing himself into her warmth he lapped at her neck again as she reeled into his neck.
Slowly starting to gyrate and thrust his hips in a sensual manner made her moan sweetly.
He groaned at her tight valve clenching around his spike, it pleases him to see her like this underneath him and by Primus he would not overload before her.
She overloaded and he overloaded minutes after, even though her punishment was not finished, and he made sure to make Wheeljack hear her screams.
Heyyy havent uploaded in a while so heres a big chapter for you! Byeeeeee xxx 😻💖💛💙💜💚
Crystalarcee out-
