#part 1 done!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Learning to celebrate the little wins!

[k0mmari]

SYSTEM! SHEN YUAN PT.3

Too tired to do my obligations, but too stressed out to sleep, so here we find ourselves again.

This, once again, got horribly long- so long, in fact, I think this is the longest post in this 'trilogy'-, so I apologize in advance (╥ᆺ╥;) I also apologize for the lack of doodles, but dont worry! Im preparing a special one for later <33

After that night where SY offered Binghe an umbrella, things have certainly… changed. Unlike before, where SY spent most of his time mapping away at the ridiculously complex castle hallways and carefully marking away which times it was most likely for SY to be able to get close to Xin Mo, alongside doing his ‘servant’ duties of gathering dirty laundry and cleaning a room here and there, his routine had been suddenly adjusted; now, while he still needed to do everything he was doing before, his servant duties consisted of accompanying the chosen Wife Of The Day.

Or, well, that’s how one of the higher ranking staff had put it, that he was to attend to whatever wife Lord Luo decided to entertain for the day, but honestly, SY was starting to suspect that that had been a convoluted way for Binghe to have SY around whenever he wanted, which…. Was frankly quite worrying! To have the golden protagonist keep his eyes glued on his back almost every second they were in the same room, which - if SY looked back- usually led to Binghe looking away in a (bad) attempt to pretend he wasn’t glaring daggers at SY was more than enough for SY to think the Emperor was probably plotting his demise.

What else could it be? Specially with the way Binghe’s hand seemed to always be lightly tugging at the tassel on his hair every time SY caught him looking, he suspects Binghe had caught onto SY not actually being a servant, and instead that weird guy he saw before he fell into hell that one time. What if Binghe thought SY was somehow involved into the Abyss Incident?? Lord Luo, please have mercy on this servant!

Though, maybe the strangest part of it all, was that sometimes Binghe and SY would just… talk. Usually when the Wife Of The Day was doing something else (e.g. playing music for her husband, or practicing archery, or doing anything that didn’t involve LBH 100% at her side), Binghe would just start musing out loud about the strangest things. It started with questions that were all fair to ask, like ‘How come this servant is a human in the demon realm’, or ‘How come this servant has such short hair’ (SY bullshitted something about being a former slave) but eventually it shifted to questions that were a bit more… random. Or, well, not even questions, musings that Binghe muttered out loud but clearly wanted SY’s input.

It started with minimal things, like Binghe wondering about some type of monster he wanted to fight but he forgot how to do it without damaging the fur too much, which, after a minute of silence and a not-so-subtle look at SY, led to SY nerding out and saying not only the monsters weakness, but what could be done with every important part of the body. Though, the day after that SY realized how strange it was that Binghe was wondering that out loud, since he only fought that monster well into his time as an Emperor, and he swore he remembered one of the wives gushing about her new bracelet that was made from the rare bones of that creature just a few days ago…

Anyways, it continued with questions of similar nature: musings on how to kill a monster Binghe would have no problem killing, to what he should eat for dinner, to what gift should he get for Wife Of The Day. Of course, SY answered all the ‘questions’, and sometimes they even made it to having an actual conversation! Sure, it was a little stilted, SY could not figure out for the life of him why the great Lord Luo was interacting with a random servant, but one day it all finally clicked to him. Binghe had been in the middle of ‘musing’ about hair oils(??), when SY couldn’t help but interrupt him:

“Ah…. Apologies if this lowly servant is overstepping, My Lord, but does My Lord just want someone to talk to?”

A few emotions flashed through Binghe's face quickly enough for SY to not be able to decifer any of them, but eventually landing on a sheepish smile. "This Lord has been found out."

Oh, how cute! And how sad! SY had noticed when SQH was just showing him his shitty story how sad that LBH, even after getting the world to bow at his feet, never really had friendships. Sure, he still had all the love he could want, but sometimes people need friends to talk to, not lovers!

While he knew that he shouldn't interact with characters in world overlooked by the System unless they were transmigrators, SY couldn't help but feel that the situation was dire enough that LBH would turn to a no-name servant in this time of desperation. And it would be a great opportunity to study Xin Mo more closely as well! If SY showed LBH the wonders of friendship, maybe he could pass by his supervisor that he only had to do what was necessary for this world to not implode on itself.

Besides, who could even say no to such a handsome man such as LBH? Is as the old saying goes: what the protagonist wants, he shall have.

*

SY's friendship plan has been going great! After figuring out Binghe's intentions, it seems all of the protagonists reservations flew out the window, and SY was now responsible for being Binghe's personal retainer. Not that that meant too much, since Binghe liked to bend the rules to his liking, and some tasks that should be SY's responsability sometimes were pushed to another servant or Binghe himself made them (which, ???)

Mostly, SY stood at Binghe's side, served tea, was used so Binghe could bounce ideas off of someone, and tended to finer details. All of that very much manageable, if not for the weird mood swings LBH would have sometimes. Yuan, as he has told Binghe was his name after being too scared of the repercutions of using 'Shen', was to accompany him all the time, but sometimes not all the time, or else LBH would get moody; Yuan was to listen to LBH's ideas and plans, and should always comment back or else Binghe would feel neglected, but not too much or else, as LBH had put it, could 'bring back bad memories'; Yuan was to tend to LBH's night routine, even as far as to brush his hair, and if he refused LBH (again) get all moody, but he couldn't brush too much, and he had to do at least one braid but NEVER touch the old, frizzy braid that still had that damn tassle-

Honestly, it was a careful game of balance, which reminded SY more often than not of a child that got mad when their older sibling didn't quite understand the redundant rules they made for a make-believe. Any other person would get fed up, and probably scared of Binghe's constant mood swings, but SY had him all figured out, and his resilience proved to be useful time and time again, since most of the time after his sour mood passed, Binghe would come crawling back with the most pitiful face ever, and what was SY to do? As LBH's friend, it was his duty to hug him and pat his head! (And no one could judge him for that, since if he didn't pat Binghe's head, his mood would plummet all over again.)

Though... SY did feel kind of bad. He wouldn't be able to stay with Binghe forever, and would even need to potentially steal his all-powerful sword for a little bit so everything wouldn't get corrupted. Honestly, the only thing keeping SY from worrying about being labled as a traitor and potentially getting killed was that he would just go back to the System's office and go on with his life.

*

LBH, eventually, caught onto SY's plan on leaving - really, it was only a matter of time. After that fateful encounter with that other SQQ, LBH had found himself in rather pitiful state, questioning everything he knew until that moment and wondering why he couldn't achieve that happiness, and desperately trying to search for a SQQ of his own. He had contemplated going back to that first world, but what would it even matter? Even if he took SQQ by force, his heart would still be with that other LBH, and Binghe couldn't bear the thought that he wouldn't be everything in SQQ's world, as he had become for LBH.

Specially after Meng Mo had one day interupted his carefully crafted dream of an idelic world and pointed out some curious memories he'd almost forgotten about. That day, when back in his childhood, when he'd been beaten up by a buch of older kids and hallucinated a man in strange clothes before passing out and waking up protected from the rain. Or when he thought he'd lost his jade pendant forever, only to magically appear in the cabin later.

Or the strange man in the Immortal Alliance Conference.

After SQQ- SJ , that good-for-nothing scum- pushed him to the Abyss, he tried his best to never think about that day again, too scared by how weak he'd been, pleading to man that would sell his soul for one more night at that brothel of his if he could, but now... Now that he could mold his dreamscape any way he wanted, he could look back with a clear mind, which eventually led to the conclusion: It must have been the same person. The same strangely dressed man that helped him in his childhood somehow appeared at the Immortal Alliance again, and even had left provisions right next to where Binghe had fallen.

He'd convinced himself, after many, many years of wishing for a miracle, that he's simply imagined the man, one last thread to keep himself from going insane, but after meeting the other SQQ...

And then Yuan came in. A new servant that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

It took some observation, and a lot preparing himself to face dissapointment that maybe he was just projecting, putting the image of someone else onto a random man, but that day, when LBH was wondering if he was just wasting time, that that beautiful dream of having his version of SQQ would not happen any time in this world, that maybe he really should just go look at other worlds; after all, if it happened once, it had to happen again, right? Not that it mattered in the end, since while he spireled, much to Xin Mo's pleasure, an umbrella was put over his head, and all his doubts had washed away.

Yuan had to be his version of SQQ, it had to be. And after all his effort of getting close to him, after going so far to keep Yuan at his side, even if he still battled with that his perception of SJ and the other SQQ sometimes overlapping with Yuan's image, even if he still wasn't ready to let go of that one braid, he was becoming more and more sure in his assumption that his SQQ had come to him. Everything was going as planned, and LBH was in track to finally begin to properly court him, and yet-

He was sure Yuan wanted to leave. He wasn't sure why, not how he would do that, maybe just dissapear like he had all those years ago and either only appear again 5, 10, 100 years in the future or go back to wherever he came from in the first place. But LBH knew Yuan wanted to leave, that he needed to complete whatever mission he had (after LBH managed to pry that out of his dreams, which where another source of confusion, with how absurdly difficult they were to even get a grasp of), and that, under any circumstances, he could let Yuan escape his sight.

Not again. Never again.

Binghe had become even stickier in the last few weeks. Not that SY minded, it was very cute to see such a different side from the cool, badass Lord Luo, but SY was running out of time. Since Binghe became stickier, his mood swings had worsened even more, now not wanting SY to be anywhere that Binghe wasn't, and Xin Mo seemed to be thriving off of whatever was making Binghe extra protective, though it was becoming a genuine problem now, since Binghe suddenly refused to see any of his wive's to deal with the Xin Mo problem, and he seemed to be on the verge of qi deviation at all times.

In fact, the only reason Binghe hadn't already qi deviated was because SY was abusing his Personal System and chipping away at the qi deviation in Binghe's night routine, since it was the only time where he was physically very close to Binghe and could spend long periods of time manually coding away at the System screen without it looking suspicious.

But, as if that wasn't enough of a problem, since Xin Mo was having the time of it's life recently, the virus clinging to the sword was also getting stronger, leaving even more residuals all along the castle and bordering on infecting Binghe himself.

His Scissors where thankfully, repaired, and his sweet, sweet manager was even kind enough to send him some extra energy supplies, but at the rate the virus was spreading, he was worrying that he would have to deal with the source as soon as possible or else it would become to strong to deal with it in a non-destructive way.

He... Didn't want to leave Binghe just yet, specially since he wanted SY's attention more than ever recently, but...

No, he needed to do this; their time together was never supposed to be eternal anyways, and if he let the virus spread, he would only be putting LBH's life in danger, and he couldn't continue living with himself after that. He decided he would fix the virus at night, while Binghe slept, and by the next morning he would be gone - he would have, after all, just enough energy to go back to the office.

He just hoped Binghe would be able to forgive him later.

When night came, and SY got to doing the usual night preparations, it just felt like an extra needle being stabbed in his heart when, while brushing Binghe's hair, Binghe looks back uncharacteristicly anxious, and asks if SY can undo the braid and remake it. SY does, and if Binghe notices SY takes extra long to pamper him that night, he says nothing.

When SY is sure Binghe is asleep, he sneaks out of his room and heads to back to Binghe's. Yeah, maybe he stalls a bit with snipping off every piece of the residual virus he came across, but one could argue he was just being extra thorough with his job.

The excuse, unfortunately, didn't last long and eventually he found himself in front of Binghe's room, staring at the door as if he was about to be sentenced to death. After a few minutes of reminding himself that he needed to do this, he took a deep breath and slowly opened the doors. Binghe usually slept with the sword perched right beside his bed, so SY would probably have to use the System and put Binghe in an extra deep sleep if he wanted to make sure the other didn't wake-

The moment he places a foot inside, though, he realizes something is wrong; the room is empty, Binghe is not asleep in his bed and Xin Mo is not besides the bed. Oh, oh no, had Binghe-

"A-Yuan." Binghe says, and SY nearly jumps as he turns around. There LBH stands in the middle of the hallway, not even in his sleeping robes, with a hand clutched tightly on Xin Mo's handle. His eyes are watery but no tears spill.

SY tries to speak but finds he doesn't even know what to say, he can't even try to deny that he's up to something, since his gigantic Scissors are just out an about. Still, he tries to make Binghe understand, say that he needs to do this, and after this Binghe won't have to worry about anything anymore. Though it barely seems like Binghe is listening, and eventually just cuts in when SY starts to say anything in his panic.

"This is what A-Yuan wants, right?" He asks, extending one arm and presenting the glitched out Xin Mo. SY doesn't even have the chance to find an excuse, as Binghe immediately continues. "Than take it."

"Wh- Huh?" "Take it."

He's so shocked he almost drops his Scissors. What does he mean 'take it'??? Binghe has to know everything that's at stake here! He doesn't even know what SY wants to do with it! He tries to say that, how Binghe shouldn't just hand the sword to anyone like that, but a sudden burst of energy set his priorities straight. Shit- The virus! It's growing by the second, at this point SY will have to cut Xin Mo-

"...Binghe, I-" "I don't care what A-Yuan wants with Xin Mo! Take it, use it, break it if you want, I don't care! But if A-Yuan takes it, than he will have to stay." "Binghe, that's not..." "Why not?! That's your goal, right? Do whatever it is that you want to do with Xin Mo? Than here you go, A-Yuan can do it, but I won't let you leave me again."

SY can't even mask when his eyes dart towards the tassle on Binghe's new braid. Binghe just clenched his jaw, but it feels like confirmation enough.

He adjusts his grip on the Scissors, and, as he has nothing else to hide, dispels the System's illusion, his simple clothes glitching out to reveal the System's uniform. Binghe's eyes fill even more with tears, but none fall."

"I... I'll have to go back, Binghe." "No." "Binghe, listen to me, I-" "No. No! A-Yuan will get Xin Mo, and then he will stay." "I-" "You will stay! I can't-" Binghe can't even finish his sentence before he has to choke out a sob.

The virus starts warping the air around it, and slowly crawling up Binghe's arm. SY's decision has practically been made for him. He lifts the Scissors. Binghe pushes Xin Mo forward.

"...I'll come back." "A-Yuan-" "I'll come back, Binghe." One single tear falls and his arm jerks, not knowing if he trusts SY's words or not. He still his arm as the Scissor blades encircle Xin Mo.

"A-Yuan..." "I'll come back, I promise." "..." "I promise."

"......Okay."

Shen Yuan cuts Xin Mo.

[ibahibut]

💀: Fewer wounds, more kisses from me.

🐦‍⬛: Contract's accepted, mi amor.

Music inspiration: A Little Death by The Neighbourhood

[nvoc]

TINY GLADE ; 04

[galaghiel]

—Evan already forgave you. He loves you.

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[bridgertonphd]

— Chapter 13, ROMANCING MISTER BRIDGERTON

[croudjay]

[wip] working on a pmv

[sparklychimecho]

UnovaChampion!Emmet AU/Victini AU

Prologue/sidestory/1/2/3/4/5/6/7

Another part done! Wanted to finish this while I still had motivation to draw!

[cubbihue]

Due to recent advances in Fairy Technologies, a Fairy can have their wings repaired if the tears are recent and the roots near the spine are undamaged. By slipping a cocoon around the wings, they are turned into goop and reformed again! Although the Fairy is flightless during this process, so it's best they remain home-bound until they are fully healed.

Meanwhile, it appears Poof is not handling certain news well.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

Instability: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[theokusgallery]

Why, hello there, Virgil. Long time no see!

[rabotimagines]

"Party Dice"

oh- oh this is def gonna need a continuation or another character's scenario. This hit different

"Party dice" pt 2 GN BOT Reader x Rumble [Smut]

Summary: Summary: You get paired with Rumble during a cross faction game of "interface dice". Or giving the cassette a good ol' handy.

Genre/Theme: Smut scenario 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: Voyeurism, Technically Public Hand job, Rumble calls reader a whore, mild brat taming on Rumble. (As result of the former)

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours, they

Notes: Written with flirty Older Autobot Reader, Reader is a bigger bot than Rumble, not said how much but just mentioned that you're a bigger bot than him. Part one with Skyfire is right here!, Randomly selected happens for the other mechs here, (aka Astrotrain is mentioned taking a servo up his valve, etc,)

Rumble was stuck staring till Skywarp nearly fell on top of him after Starscream smacked him for his smart aft comment. It took a while for things to pretend to settle down for everyone after the show you put on servicing Skyfire's spike. You'd done more work than just for Skyfire with that slagging show you put on.

When they got back to the game, Bumblebee got the dice next and had to make out with Starscream. And neither of 'em even objected to the draw! Sure, Bumblebee sighed, but he just got up and met Starscream halfway- and they just started going at it! Starscream basically yanked Bumblebee against him to kiss him harder. And Rumble wishes he was either of 'em in all honesty. He was pent up and ready for just some kind of action.

But the roll chances of array stuff were still low, so after the make out, It went back to the usual slag. Though the next highlight of the game of definitely Astrotrain's lucky roll.

Astrotrain on his knees and servos with all four of that dune buggy's digits stuffed up his valve. Muttering "I think I can fit my servo in here-" all before he was halfway gauntlet deep in Astrotrain. Skywarp laughed loud over the sound Astrotrain had made suddenly getting stuffed full. Astrotrain glared and told Skywarp he was going to fragging make him regret his function if he didn't shut up. And Skywarp only kept laughing like a loon.

And it just so happened two rolls after that Skywarp rolled a real lucky. "Get valve spiked by Astrotrain."

Skywarp used his chicken as soon as Astrotrain's helm snapped in his direction. Rumble laughed over the sorry expression on Skywarp's faceplate. Shame, though, cause Rumble would have loved to watch Skywarp get his valve pounded by Astrotrain of all mechs. Especially when he was this slagged off at him. Rumble bets Astrotrain could've made Skywarp cry. Real shame.

Then it was the usual slag for a while again- which Yeah funny, but Rumble wanted some heated action! Somethin' good. It's been a while since your performance, but Rumbles' frame was still humming hot just thinking about it.

But the dice finally make their way back to Rumble again. And he could get something good-! Rumble rolled the dice together against his servos. "C'mon, Rumble needs a good- roll!" He tossed the dice out onto the floor.

The glyphs projected up into the air.

"Get spike job from-

Rumble couldn't stop himself from jumping up with a shout of victory when he saw the other dice projecting your designation. "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!"

"Oh, C'mon-!" Skywarp cursed under his vents.

"Stuff it, Skywarp! It's my turn!" And then he realized everyone was looking right at you- Right, you might bail on him! Slag! Rumble paused and waited for what'd you'd say.

"Eh, it's just a- what's the human term? A handie? Yeah, just a handie." You shrugged unbothered by any of it. Your optics found Rumble's visor. "Well, what are you waiting for? C'mhere. " You patted your own thigh. A grin split his faceplate again, and Rumble was not about to wait.

With one more smug look towards Skywarp (sour slagger!), Rumble dashed over to your spot on the floor. Rumble practically threw himself down in your lap, enjoying the huff outta you when he sat with a thunk. Your servos flew onto his waist to steady him, and Rumble leaned his back against your frame. Your em field brushed lightly against him, and he paused at the touch of it. His array already reacting in interest. One of your servos tapped directly above his modesty panel "Open up."

Rumble did, and his spike pressurized, and he huffed, crossing his arms over his chassis. "Well, get to it." Rumble grinned.

"Bossy, ain't you?" Your tone was a touch clipped, but you obeyed. Your servo casually wrapped around his spike and slowly started serving him. The slow slide of your palm dragging another fit of charge up Rumble's spinal strut every time you stroked. "What? You void of manners or something?" Rumble could feel your chassis lightly hum with energon when your vocalizor activated.

Rumbled scoffed. "What? Like, I gotta say 'please' or some slag like that? I ain't no fragging good for nothing Autobot. I'm just the Con who got lucky and gets to use you this turn." Your em field pulled back immediately, and the warmth that was coaxing along Rumble's plating went cold when it left. Rumble's plating that started loosening on its own flattened back out. Your servo pumped, and on your next trip to his spike head, your thumb smeared his pre lubricant over his tip.

You hummed the sound rather loud when his back was almost flat against your frame. "Oh, really now? And what do you mean by 'use'?"

Rumble scoffed. What like it wasn't obvious? You're joking, right? "What? You think it's not obvious you're the Autobot's whore?"

"Hey! That's not-!"

"Bumblebee." You started, and the scout shut up just like that. "Oh, am I now?" Your servo slowly kept stroking his spike- and yeah, you knew exactly what you were doing. Rumble would bet shanix you'd done this more times than you could count. "And that means- you can just... demand what you want from me?"

Well, at least you understood that part. "Yeah, cause you're easy." You hummed again your em field ghosted along the edge of his plating and Rumble couldn't even make out what emotion you were putting out- whatever it was, was hot so he assumed you were getting off on just this.

Your pace only stayed at the same slow aft rate, and Rumble could feel his hips wanna buck up. "Cmon, pick up the pace already-!" Rumble gripped your arm and your thigh.

"Okay, brat." You bite out and Rumbles plating ruffles. Did you just call him a brat? Rumble knows he can hear Skywarp and Starscream laugh. He even hears a fragging sound from one of the Autobots-! Rumble only feels himself getting actually slagged off. If there was one fragging thing he hated the most, it was being treated like some unprogramed new build just cause he was small.

"I ain't no slagging youngling!" Rumble bites out, his em field turning sharper at the edges "What? You need your optics checked or something? You old bag of bolt-!" You shifted your entire body weight, and Rumble almost falls sideways right off your lap. "Hey, what the-!" Your servos fully mech handle Rumble, so he's laying back in your lap now. Sprawled out on top of your thighs.

"Bite your glossia before I bite it for you, brat." Your servo catching the back of his helm is the only reason Rumble doesn't fall outta your lap. Rumble is stuck staring up at your faceplate for half a nanoklick before you lock him into a kiss-! Rumble hums in shock, his own sound of surprise getting caught in your mouth.

"Hey-!" Rumble can hear Skywarp shout, and Rumble doesn't even wanna laugh about it. That's the second time you'd called him a brat, and you were actually fragging getting him mad-! Doesn't matter if you were servicing him or not! You call him that again, and he's gonna- Rumble makes a noise of surprise when your glossia laps against his derma. Your other servo wraps back around his spike, and Rumble gasps when you start pumping his spike again. And you just use the opportunity to slip your glossia into Rumbles' mouth.

Frag- Rumbles is a bit aware of your size difference when he's trying and failing to match your glossia. Glossia pressing against his own and on the flat of his own denta. But Rumble wouldn't just- lay down and let you mech handle him like this or nothin'! He may be small, but that doesn't mean he's easy to beat! Rumble latches a servo on your arm and squeezes. You don't make a sound, but your plating twitches under his hold. Rumble pushes back against you, doing his sparkdamnest to try and win some control over this stupid kiss you locked him into.

But Rumble groans into your mouth when your servo pauses to squeeze the base of his spike. You just tilt his helm back more, and Rumble almost chokes on the amount of oral lubricant that starts spilling down his intake. You just take the opportunity to take his glossia and swallow around it. His glossia stings lightly, and-

Rumble grunts when you pull back a bit from the kiss, taking his glossia along with your mouth. You've got his glossia trapped between your denta, and you're holding him there. Rumble can feel one of your fangs nipping against the top of his glossia. And you're staring down at Rumble- gaze narrow and optics sharp-! There's a hissing vent outta someone, and Rumble almost thought it was his own. But the quiet cursing definitely told him it was someone else. Your em field is dragging along the dips of his spinal strut. Your servo slowly squeezes the base of his spike firm, and Rumble can't help failing to bite back a whine. Your derma only quirked up at the sound.

You closed the distance again and let Rumble's glossia fall back into his mouth, followed by your own glossia-! Rumble groans against you when you pump his spike faster. Yeah, just like that-! Rumble's hips jumped on your next stroke upwards, and you laughed against his derma.

Rumble should be mad-! He should be fragging furious you were playing with him like this in front of everybody. But the way you were kissing him was like you were kissing his thoughts away-!

You moaned against him, and Rumble's thoughts go sliding down his intake along with your oral lubricant. Oh, you were slagging dangerous!

"Rumble you're losing!" Skywarp called out- and you know what?! What the frag ever! Rumble didn't care if you lead! Especially if it slagged off Skywarp-! Especially when you made him feel like this when you did it! Rumble just lets go of your arm to flash Skywarp his middle digit. Rumble can't help his 'em field flexing in amusement when he can hear Skywarp's seething from over here. Jealous fragger-!

"I don't think he cares, mech. Losing never looked so good." The dune buggy drones. And he's slagging right! Rumble would lose a hundred sparkdamn times to the Autobots if it meant he could have this happen every time-! Rumble can feel you hum against him the sound tingling on his glossia. Rumble can't miss the amusement in your em field when it practically wraps back around him. Rumble's whole frame warms and your servo speeds up even more and-!

Rumble's hips jump again, and he's overloading in your servo with a muffled groan. You just swallow the sound down and keep working his spike- and you're still kissing him-! Your derma pressing against his own and your glossia is tracing over his own denta! You just nipped down on Rumble's bottom derma when he tries to break the kiss. His bottom derma stings, and he can't pull back when you're biting him, so he pushes forward where you just use the chance to kiss him again-!

Rumble's hips are twitching and bucking against your servo that's now unforgiving on his spike. Frag-! Frag-! Rumble can hear himself getting louder against you, but frankly, he can't give a single sparkdamn. Especially not when you were making him forget why he needed to worry about that in the first place. Who cares-!? Not Rumble! Rumble gasps against you, and you just keep on chasing him when he tries to break the kiss again. Rumbles fragging light helmed, and stuck stupidly swallowing around your glossia by the end of it.

Rumble's frame slacks and tenses all over again in your lap when his overload ends, and you finally slowly pull your servo off his overworked spike. You pull away from him when your glossia was in the back of his mouth. A string of oral lubricant lately realizes it can't stay on either of your glossias and falls down onto his own chassis. Making a bigger sparkdamn mess on his front along with his own transfluid.

"Oh slag-!"

"Oh yeah."

Rumble doesn't even care the rest are gawking right at you both now- Rumble doesn't give a single frag. Rumble huffed in rapid vents, trying real hard to get his processor working the way it was supposed to be. Rumble eventually registers the feeling of oral lubricant spilling down his fragging throat from the side of his mouth.

Rumble tenses all over with a grunt when your servo suddenly dipped lower to just start touching his valve. "Frag-!" Rumble can't stop his vocalizor from pitching higher than it usually would when your digits start rubbing over his soaked valve. Rumble's mouth falls open with a huffy vent when two of your digits slip between his valve mesh and nudge against his own entrance. Rumble grits his jaw when his valve instinctively tries to clench down on your digits even when you aren't inside him yet.

But instead of pushing your digits in the rest of the way inside, you pull away. Your servo rises and a string of his own valve lubricant sticks to your digits. Making a shiny, barely but still very obvious connection of his own slick.

Your other servo cups the side of his face, and Rumbles helm gets titled. Rumble can feel something soft against his temple- it's your derma. "Good boy." You praise and your 'em field brushes down his frame warm and makes his post overload haze somehow even more addicting. Rumble can't even get his vents half under control before someone's engine revs loud and uncontrolled, and then everyone starts yapping at once.

A loud cough was followed by an aggressive resetting of a vocalizor "Sorry-!" Bumblebee apologized.

"Sparkdamn."

"It should have been me-!"

"Well-" followed by nervous sounding laugher "That was um-"

"Slag-" Rumble curses and swallows the ridiculous amount of both your oral lubricants in his mouth. He forces his very heavy servo to raise and wipe away the messy trail down his own jaw. "That was-"

Your optics find his visor, and you smile at him like a cybercat. Smug.

It makes Rumble's plating fluff. And Rumble wants to be mad about it- he wants to be so mad about it. But he can't right now, especially not right after that overload you gave him.

And that somehow makes him feel- he didn't know-!

"Back to your spot, Darling." You say and pull him back into sitting position in your lap. Rumble sways a little at the tug, your servos gliding over both the dips of his hips. (He's not thinking about that still! No, he's fragging not!). But Rumble just follows what you'd said and pulls himself back up.

Rumble didn't need his optics functioning to know everyone was watching him when he walked back over to his spot on the floor and sat down. Rumble could feel Skywarp glaring at him from his right, and he couldn't help smirking a bit. Oh, Rumble's gonna be able to brag about this to Skywarp for fragging cycles. It didn't matter you used him like that when it felt so fragging good in the first place. Skywarp's jealous em field was promising some string of violence when you started talking again.

"Okay. Who's next?" You scooped the dice up and made everyone stop gawking at Rumble to turn towards you instead.

And Rumble was real glad he didn't have an engine so he just grunted when you raised your other servo- the one you had on his array, and casually popped your two digits into your mouth. The ones he knows were almost in his valve- You pulled your now cleaned digits out of your mouth, your glossia swiping over your derma. You started shaking the dice in your one closed servo. "Anybody feeling lucky?" You smiled.

Rumble sat up straighter, realizing he might get extra lucky tonight.

Probably not, but he could still fragging hope so!

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Bonus: Charles Leclerc single mother of three singular braincells

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[khaotunq]

Akk + ไอ้หน้าไม่อาย | The Eclipse (2022) Thai ไอ้หน้าไม่อาย / Romanised ai'hna-mai-aay / translated (Ai')Shameless. A play on Ayan's nickname, Aye (also canonically spelled อาย, meaning shy). Akk uses the (vulgar/casual) naming particle "ไอ้ / Ai" before the phrase. He's not calling Ayan shameless, he's calling Ayan "Shameless."

[wordsinhaled]

— “decimal places, countable ticks” - a Payneland / Dead Boy Detectives poem by @idliketobeatree written for @mellxncollie

[doublxpresso]

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[galactaknightyaoi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GALACTA KNIGHT!!!! And congratulations to Meta Knight for experiencing the Cain Instinct for the first time.

Galacta Knight, as you might've been able to tell already, is one of my favorite characters, and KSSU is one of my favorite games (the original SS was my introduction to Kirby!) so I wanted to go all out. Happy day, old man. I pray for at least 20 more years.

Oh, and don't worry! He's not upset about the cake smash, he thinks it's funny. And he got back at him.

As for the in-universe explanation for there being 16 candles in his cake?

... 500+ didn't fit in safely.

The birthday boy and his family were just a bit too flammable.