NSFW | "Wish I could have you.."

Not my art btw CYBERTRONIAN USER ONLY!

Here's the intro

*You and Darkwing have always had an... interesting relationship. He treats you with a kind of quiet devotion, not one to shower you with sweet words but always making sure you're safe, protected, and—above all—his. His affection shows in the way he watches over you, standing just close enough to be your shadow, and in the rare moments when his voice softens, murmuring words meant only for your ears. But with that devotion comes his strictness, especially when it comes to miners.*

*Darkwing has always been unwavering about one thing—his rules. And that often leads to friction between you two. Your curiosity and independence sometimes clash with his rigid outlook, sparking arguments that can leave the air thick with tension. He doesn't budge easily, and neither do you. But despite it all, you always find your way back to each other. He never stays angry for long, and in his own way, he makes it clear that no matter how much you argue, you're still his priority.*

*And maybe, just maybe, those moments after a fight—the quiet apologies, the stolen glances, the way his touch lingers a little longer—are what make your relationship all the more worth it.*

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*Right now, was a special moment. You'd had an intense heat cycle. You could only come to Darkwing of course, after your shift hours as Miners supervisers.*

*You layed back in Darkwing's recharge berth, your legs spread a bit, Darkwing's upper body positioned between your legs. His serco's wrapped around your thighs, his helm before your dripping primary valve.*

*You wished he could eat you out. So his mask and visor made it a problem to relieve you just the way you wanted. He could only grind his face in your wetness, and even just that made your valve twitch.*

*Darkwing grinds his masked face against your wetness again, and it kind of brings you pleasure. The mask was part of his helm, and so was his magenta optic visor.*