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Info!

Hi, I'm rvlse! Or, you can just call me Lyv.

To be for real, I could name everything I'm into- but that would be a whole book.

On Tumblr, I only post short, one chapter stories that are most likely requests.

However, if I do write a series or want to make a longer fic, I'll post it on the archive or on Wattpad. Below are those links, in case you're interested.

Thanks for checking me out!

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Hello! I hope you're doing well today/tonight. I was wondering if you could do a Macaque x female reader where they have a baby girl (I just picture Macaque being a girl dad for some reason, lol), and they are just having a relaxing time in their home with Macaque having a cute conversation with his daughter, who just replies with babbles and chirps. But, when she says Dada for the first time, proud daddy Macaque mode is activated and he just so happy for his little girl

Hello!! Of course I can, sorry this took me over a month to write!

This is definitely more of a one shot, though, it's super short and I wasn't sure how to make it longer. I hope you enjoy regardless!

MACAQUE X F! READER

WARNINGS: None! This is a super cute oneshot!

You sat on your couch, watching your husband play with your daughter. It was everything you could’ve ever wished for: a family. A loving man, a home, a child of your own, and comfort. Peace.

Macaque picked a toy rocket off of the rug and lifted it in the air.

“Pshhhewww!” He voiced the sound of the rocket taking off, making it fly through the air. You smiled, warmth filling your cheeks.

Your toddler giggled at her father’s silliness and raised her hands up to try and grab the toy from him.

“Macaque, be nice to her..” You gently scolded, partially joking. Your husband just laughed and gave his daughter’s forehead a kiss.

“She’s enjoying herself! Ain’t that right, babygirl?” He asked her, nuzzling his nose against hers.

“Pfff!” She answered with a happy chirp, grabbing onto the fur on Macaque’s face.

“Owww!” He faked being hurt, a big, stupid grin on his lips. 

…

“Dada!”

“Did she just-” You started, tears already welling up in your eyes.

“MY BABYYYY!” Macaque suddenly exclaimed, interrupting you and immediately grabbing your child, hoisting her up into the air and proceeding to gently toss her up and down like she was a ball. 

“I knew you’d say my name first! You’ve never let me down, my little munchkin!��� He exaggerated, cooing at her face, watching as she giggled and babbled.

“She’s lucky she's so cute, or else I’d be mad she hasn’t said Mama yet,” you added with a light sob, moving from the couch to the floor to join your family.

“Are you crying right now?” 

Stupid Macaque.

Thank you for reading! Have an amazing day/night :)

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Could you write a redson x fem reader nsfw..? :>

Hiii! It's been a while since I posted..

As always, I'm super sorry that I've left your request unanswered all this time 💔

BUT I'm here now and hoping that this fic can fulfill your wish lol

RED SON X F! READER

WARNINGS: Sex, duh.. and probably cringe

You stared with narrowed, judging eyes at the red-haired man sitting across from you as you mouthed down a forkful of whatever he’d given you to eat. Tasted like noodles.

Fortunately, you and your friends had been saved from the thirsty, scalding clutches of the desert after trying to fight Macaque. Unfortunately, Red Son had been the one to save your sorry selves. 

Well, it was really only you that was upset. The rest of your friends seemed to not be taking him so seriously, but they did thank him for his hospitality. It was funny, really, that it was Red Son. You were certain he despised your guts. Your best guess? He wanted something.

“PleasepleasepleasePLEASEE-” You watched as MK, Sandy, and Mei begged the red-haired demon for a place to stay for the night. You silently wondered how kind Red boy was feeling.

And then it suddenly occurred to you that Red Son hadn't been paying attention to MK and the others. He’d been staring at you.

When you met his narrowed, confusingly hot gaze, you couldn't help but stare back, not exactly sure what to make of the situation.

Then, begrudgingly, Red Son sighed in defeat and agreed.

Half an hour later, you and your friends were shoved into a guest room with a shit ton of beds. Red Son had given the bunch of you the courtesy of getting ready for bed, so at least you were moisturized if you really had to stay here. He wasn’t that bad – it just seemed wrong warming up to someone who had tried to kill you numerous times before. But whatever, you and your gang were in this together. Plus, Red Son was kind of hot.

And, as if the universe had somehow decided to amplify your thoughts, the demon himself stepped into the room. Without his glasses. With his hair down. With a white shirt on. Wearing sweatpants.

Shit.

He was hot. Scratch “kind of.”

Heat rose to your face as his gaze caught yours for the thirtieth time tonight, but you did a good job of hiding it as his eyes raked over you. 

“Thanks for everything,” You told your host, trying to hold his gaze with the same fiery intensity.

“Will that be all, then?” He replied, subtly nodding to your gratitude.

MK, of course, asked for a glass of warm milk and another blanket. What a doofus, you thought as you giggled to yourself.

Red Son groaned in annoyance, but went to get the desired items anyway.

Not long after, everyone had gone to sleep. Everyone except you. You’d expected it – you never slept well anywhere other than your own bed surrounded by your own room.

What had always helped you get to sleep, though, was a quick walk to calm yourself down and analyze your environment.

So, that’s exactly what you got up and did.

After sneaking (you didn't really have to, Sandy, Mei, and MK were heavy sleepers) out of the room, you looked around the dimly lit hallway. The lights were a hue of red, fitting for the DBK fortress.

You wondered if Red Son was asleep yet.

After a couple minutes of wandering, you didn’t get as drowsy as you’d hoped. If someone had asked, you could’ve ran a marathon. Maybe pulling an all-nighter wouldn’t be that bad.

Sighing, you turned a corner, annoyed that you were even in this situation. 

And then you saw Red Son. He was leaning against one of the railings overlooking the castle’s main hall, sipping tea.

So, he wasn’t asleep yet.

Honestly, you were in the mood to talk with him, since you didn’t have anything else up your sleeve. Maybe having a conversation would tire you out.

You approached him cautiously, not sure if he would… attack you or something.

“Red boy?” You called out to him. He turned to face you immediately, his face twisted in alarm. When he realized it was you, though, he relaxed, and turned irritated instead.

“Oh, it’s you…” He muttered. “Why aren’t you asleep?” He questioned.

“Didn’t realize I don’t have free will here.. I’m just not tired.” You retorted, coming to lean against the railing next to him.

Red Son rolled his eyes, not amused.

“Whatever, what do you want?” He pressed, a scowl on his features. His… strangely attractive features.

“Don’t be rude. I just thought we could have a civil conversation, but I guess not.” You replied, rolling your eyes at his sassy tone.

He sighed, and answered, “Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

You turned to look at him, and your words literally caught in your throat. He was sofuckingfine. He looked even better and even taller in the dim moonlight from the skylights.

Red Son seemed to notice your staring, though, and turned to meet your gaze. He raised a questioning eyebrow.

Y’know, come to think of it, there are a few other ways to get tired. It wouldn’t hurt to test them out, right?

“Can we fuck?” You blurted. Man. There were a lot of different ways to sugarcoat that.

Red Son actually choked on his tea and spit some out – this was going well so far, wasn’t it?

“WHAT?!” He exclaimed, bewildered, throwing his hands in the air. Seems the tea was forgotten. You cringed.

“Just hear me out!” You tried to intervene.

“Are you crazy?!” Red Son continued. “I mean- you’re- you’re..” He paused, giving you a look up and down. He cleared his throat and looked away, a tint of red on his cheeks.

You smirked. Maybe he’d need less convincing than you’d thought.

“So..?” You pressed on.

“NO! Absolutely not! Even if we did – which I’m not saying we will – we’re sworn enemies! What would everyone think?!” He hollered in your face.

“Relax!” You told him, putting your hands on his shoulders. Red Son’s eyebrows furrowed, but you stayed strong.

“Just.. nobody would need to know.” That was your final attempt at getting some dick. Respecting boundaries was obviously important. You could only hope from here.

Red Son took a deep breath, and swallowed. He wouldn’t lie to himself, he was into this. A secret quick-fuck with his enemy? Hot. But… what if the others did find out?

“Grhh.. fine. Fine. But-! This is the first and last time between us, you understand?” He finally agreed, throwing his words out quick and lowly.

You immediately lit up, a grin taking control of your features. But you could celebrate his agreement through other means.

“Okay, then..” You mumbled happily, your hands reaching to find his waistband.

“Y-Y/N! Let’s find a room first, please..” He clarified, sighing.

…

You couldn’t help but let out a moan as Red Son’s mouth found your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin. His hands were all over you, one on your waist while the other was exploring your chest.

The demon had you pinned against the wall, his knee between your thighs, slowly and gently grinding into your core. Who knew that he had experience?

Your own arms had been wrapped around his neck, but that ship sailed when he suddenly lowered himself to his knees. Fuck.

He wasted no time in untying the drawstrings of your pajama pants, tugging them down and your lacy underwear right along with them. It’s almost like you planned for this to happen. 

“You will tell no one of this, are we clear?” He told you, glancing up from behind his red locs.

You nodded, and Red Son immediately got to work on your cunt. He sure knew how to use his tongue. Moaning out, your hands found his surprisingly soft hair, forcing him to bring his own hands up to grip onto your thighs for stability.

“F-fuck, Red Son..” You mumbled.

Moments later, you were already close to coming undone. But the red-haired demon didn’t give you the chance to soak in the ecstasy, because he pulled himself away from you.

He used his thumb to wipe off his mouth, and then gave you a half-lidded stare. Swallowing, you watched as Red Son palmed his erection through his pants, and then as he yanked them down.

You thought about sucking him off, but before you could get to your knees he had his hands on your ass and your legs wrapped around his waist, with your back pressed against the wall. 

“You’re so fucking pretty..” Red Son mumbled into your neck, giving it another nip. You felt his tip pressing against your entrance, and you couldn’t help but try and get some friction.

“Mmmngh-” You moaned, fully enjoying the way Red Son slid into you, throwing your head back. 

“R-relax, please- you’re so f- fuh- mm,” he sucked in a breath, “t-tight..” he whispered.

You tried to oblige, but as Red Son filled you up, all you could do was dig your fingers into the skin of his back.

With a groan, the demon thrust his hips up into yours, completely filling you out. It made you writhe in pleasure and – why hadn’t you fucked him sooner? It was like his dick was made to fit you…

Red Son was rhythmic. Hypnotizing, even. So alluring, in fact, that when he lifted his hot, sweaty face with those pleading, desperate eyes to kiss you, you kissed him back without a second thought. One of his hands let go of the back of your thighs, and instead found its place on your cheek, pulling you in to kiss you deeper.

And then he pulled away. Like he just realized something. The look he gave you – eyes wide and wandering, jaw slack, eyebrows furrowed – gave you the notion as if he’d follow you to the ends of the Earth.

But you couldn’t focus on that now, because you were so, so close to cumming. And it seemed Red Son was, too.

“R-Red Son?” You tried to tell him.

“I know..” was all he replied with. He suddenly quickened his pace, digging himself into you, even biting on your collarbone.

When your orgasm came, it washed over you blissfully, enveloping you in a warm blanket as the pleasure flowed through your body.

Red Son wasn’t far behind.

The demon prince had given you a damp, warm towel to clean yourself up, decreeing it too late in the night to take a shower. Better to just take one in the morning, so no one would become suspicious. You’d already been out of the room long enough, but everyone was still asleep, so you doubted they noticed.

“Thanks, Red Son.” You told him as he pulled his clothes back on. He was cute, really, with his hair all messy and his face all red and sticky. You could get used to seeing him like this.

“Sure,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed about this whole thing.

You took a moment to think, though. Red Son… had kissed you. Maybe it was just a ‘heat of the moment’ kiss, but it certainly hadn’t felt like it. He didn’t use tongue – it wasn’t a horny, ruthless kiss – it was genuine. You were experienced enough to tell.

Maybe this wouldn’t be a one time thing.

Thanks for reading and please leave feedback in the comments!

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Haiii!! I've seen your writing and I litterally love it sm you're so talented 🫶

Could I request an Earthspark Bumblebee x f or gn reader fic where the two are just too stubborn to admit they have feelings for eachother (The maltos and Terrans are just faceplaming the whole time like "these two are hopeless-) They just deny deny deny until one of them accidentally slips and says something to the other one during an argument or something.

Sorry if this makes no sense 😭🙏

HELLOOOO Thank you so much for sending this! I actually love this idea and I had fun writing it but I hope it's to your expectations because it's kinda short lmao

Also.. sorry this took me three months.. Better late than never? Please?

BUMBLEBEE ES X READER

WARNINGS: kiss 💋 and little to no violence I guess??

It wasn't a secret that you and Bumblebee weren't so fond of each other - at least, that's what you thought.

All the other Maltos saw the connection between the two of you as clear as day. Of course, every time one of them would bring it up, the both of you would furiously deny whatever “relationship” you had. It was annoying, to say the least.

Your favorite pastime had always been fight training, so it was never a surprise to find you in the fields throwing a couple fists and kicks… which was what you were doing right now. Form was extremely important when discussing martial arts, and that’s exactly what you were practicing.

That was, until…

“You need to get your leg up higher,” Bumblebee commented, materializing behind you out of thin air.

Out of reflex, you spun around and immediately tried to throw a punch at the yellow and black bot. Of course, that slagger had been expecting it, catching your fist in his palm and wrapping his digits around your closed servo.

He wore a smug smirk, his optics looking down at you almost teasingly.

You stared back up at him, searching his faceplate. That was… hot.

Wait, huh?

“Oh, go frag yourself, Bumblebee.” You hissed, snatching your servo back, snapping out of your weird daze.

“Hurtful..” He replied, crossing his arms and taking a step back.

What was he even here for? Couldn’t he just leave you alone for one second? It was like a never ending nightmare.

“What do you want, and when can I finally practice in peace without you interrupting me?” You scolded, scowling. If you had a cube of energon for every time Bumblebee interrupted you, you'd be swimming in them. This was really getting annoying.

“When you learn how to hold a proper form, Y/N,” he shot back, optics analyzing your frame.

That did it.

First, the idiot insect of a bot interrupts your training, manipulates you into thinking he was actually attractive, and then insults you? After he invaded your space? Frag no. You’d show him what “proper form” was.

With a final decision, you launched yourself at him, faceplate contorted in a fit of rage. You caught a glimpse of Bee’s own face jolt into an expression of surprise and worry - and that gave you a kind of satisfaction.

Your frame smashed into his, sending the two of you crashing to the grassy ground with you on top. You threw a punch, missed, and then threw another one, which landed on the side of his helm.

“You mess everything up for me!” You growled.

“What are you doing?!” Bumblebee exclaimed, voice high pitched, arms flying everywhere, trying to get you off of him.

“Hitting you!” You screamed.

After a moment he finally remembered his own fighting skills, and wrapped his legs around your waist. He twisted, and sent you flying to the side, giving him an opportunity to top you instead.

“Y/N!” He barked out once he regained his balance.

After that, it was limbs uselessly swinging and kicking anything they could - on your part. Bee avoided all of them as best he could. Half-assed insults spilled out of your intake as a bonus.

Bumblebee glared down at you, lip curled up in a snarl. That is, until he realized how good you looked.

Your optics, your lips, your panting..

It was clear what he wanted to do.

So he did it.

With all his strength, he managed to grab both of your hands in one of his own. Pretty easy, since he was so much larger than you.

Bumblebee forced your hands up, over your head, until his faceplates were inches from yours.

Suddenly, you were silenced. Bumblebee’s optics stared into your own, wide and… longing.

The urge to reel him in closer - to feel him, to please him - consumed your mind, but you couldn't act on it since the mech still had you in his grasp.

And then his lips were on yours. It was a searing, needy kiss, as if he’d been waiting to do this, as if he were born to do this. To be with you.

And you couldn't help but kiss him back. Just as needy, just as fiery.

Maybe this was a kink. Maybe the both of you were just fragged in the helm and had no idea how to handle your emotions. But this felt so real. So vivid.

Nothing could compare to the feeling.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! I hope this was good considering it took me three months to get around to 💔💔

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What lmk characters can you write for nsfw?

Hi Hi! Thanks for asking,

I will write:

Sun Wukong | Monkey King

Six-Eared-Macaque

MK | Monkie Kid

MK's clones (Mostly party)

MK's ink form

Nezha

Red Son

Mr. Tang (I know.. I know..)

If you have anyone else in mind, please just send me an ask and I'll see what I can do <3

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Hello! I'm back again with another request. If you're okay with this, could you do a Macaque x female reader smut where they are newly weds and they have their honeymoon at a log cabin in the forest, and that's where they consummate their marriage and love?

Hii! Oh my gosh, all my requests take me so long to write💔

P.S.. if you requested something, I'm working on it!

(SIX-EARED MACAQUE X F! READER)

WORD COUNT: 1059

WARNINGS: NSFW!

Green, woody smelling foliage surrounded you and your newly-named husband: the one and only Six-Eared Macaque. Your wedding had been absolutely perfect, everything had gone according to plan and you wore a stunning dress that had made everyone stop and gawk at you. 

And now, you were holding hands with your lover as the two of you stood in front of your honeymoon cottage, fluffy green moss almost encasing your feet. This paradise would be home for the next two weeks.

Not a word was uttered as you and your partner opened the smooth, brown wooden door of the cozy cottage. It wasn't much, but it was private, and it was everything you could've asked for: a gorgeous, spacious kitchen, a comfortable and cute little living room with a perfect view to the dreamy atmosphere just outside, a large and elegant master bedroom, and of course, a lovely bathroom with a jacuzzi. Who could forget that?

You set your luggage underneath the overhanging countertop of the kitchen’s island. You'd deal with that later. 

Turning around, you spotted Macaque staring out the window in awe at the green plants that were surrounding him.

“I told you you'd like it,” you reminded him, sneaking up next to the black-furred monkey.

“Maybe I should listen to you more often, plum,” he praised you, smiling as he looked down at you, an overwhelming feeling of love and admiration filling his senses.

TIME SKIP

It was dark now. The pretty green landscape could no longer be properly seen, dimly lit by the stars shining like diamonds up in the midnight sky.

You sat comfy on the living room sofa. You’d lit candles and set a dark, cozy, sensual mood. Tonight was the night. You and Macaque had promised each other that the two of you would end the day of your marriage with sex. Why? To completely seal your vow of love and devotion to each other. The two of you had been on a celibacy journey while you were dating. 

The idea was this: set the mood, get comfy, and then get to it. Emotions bubbled through your body as you realized the first two steps had already been completed. You really wanted this.

Unexpectedly, Macaque popped his head into the room, a warm smile on his face.

“Hey, babe.” He greeted, stepping into the living room, revealing that he was wearing a loose shirt and some sweatpants. “You ready?” He questioned you, his tone as soft as the candlelight filling the room.

Smiling, you replied, “been ready.”

Macaque chuckled at your attitude.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom, then?” He smirked, an eyebrow raised.

Soft black fur grazed your stomach. Warm hands gripped your hips and shoulders. Wet, sloppy kisses were placed all over your bare neck and jaw.

Macaque’s tail wrapped around your right thigh, and his body centered itself in between your legs – which were wrapped around his waist.

“We don't- we don't have to do anything you don't want to do, princess,” Macaque reassured you, but you didn't need reassurance. You were more than ready for this, and there wasn't really any going back now. You were literally soaked through your panties.

Speaking of which, your husband hooked his finger onto them, slowly sliding them down your smooth legs, revealing yourself to him.

“I’m okay, Macaque. I promise.” You told him, pulling him in for another kiss as the simian pressed his palm against your heat.

“Wow, you’re drenched,” He smirked as he pulled back from the kiss, golden eyes narrowed and amused.

“Jump off a bridge..” You murmured. Your husband chuckled at that, and then gently shoved a finger into your pussy.

At the feeling of his digit on your tight walls, you moaned, your face contorting into one of pleasure.

“Ah, yeah,” The monkey above you muttered, grinding himself against the mattress as he finger-fucked you.

Gently, he added another finger, stretching you out, making you fit to his shape. You arched your back, leaning into his sensual touches.

Another hot moment went by, and then Macaque’s hands were out of you and working at the tie of his sweats. You could see his erection through his pants, and it made your mouth water.

After fumbling for a few moments, Macaque’s sweats dropped and revealed that he in fact was not wearing any boxers. 

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow, but you couldn't really focus on sarcasm because of how massive his dick looked.

And hard.

And leaking.

You swallowed, and Macaque just shrugged and gently pushed you down into the sheets.

“Just relax for me, baby,” Macaque murmured, and moments after you felt his slick member against your cunt.

Your fingers nervously clenched at the bedsheets. This wouldn't hurt, right?

With one final glance at you, your husband took his time pushing himself in you, grunting at the feeling. You yourself had your head thrown back the second his head slipped past your entrance. 

“Y- you okay?” Macaque asked you, hands gripping onto your hips.

You only whimpered a response, his cock too far in you to give a proper answer. 

“You’re so ti-ght-” His breath hitched, moving himself in and out of you, in and out; a repetitive process.

A few more thrusts, and a loud, long moan left your jaws when Macaque found the spot.

“F-fuck-” You stumbled over your words. You probably couldn't even form a sentence right now.

Once he realized he’d hit the jackpot, he didn't stop hitting it. In fact, he went faster, harder, more predatory. And that's all it took to get that string inside you to snap- that coil to spring.

“I-I’m gonna-! Macaque,” You moaned his name, knuckles white from grabbing onto the mattress.

“Cum for me, princess,” He whispered, slurring his words, high on pleasure.

You basically convulsed in ecstasy. Nothing could've prepared you for the sheer amount of pleasure you got from that moment. You felt like you were seeing stars and counting sheep.

A final, drawn out moan ended your orgasm, and Macaque slowed his pace and gently pulled out of you. Not so discreetly, though, he finished himself off by fucking his own hand. It didn't take him long – he just didn't want to cum in you.

“Holy fuck, Macaque…” you panted. You could use a good ten hours of sleep after this.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY MY LOVESSSSSSSSSS <3

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Earthspark Bumblebee x fem reader nsfw where the reader is really sensitive and Bee uses that to his advantage to tease and make reader O multiple times.

(Literally in love with him)

HIII! So, I've been really busy with school for the past few weeks and I am so so sorry this took so long for me to write! I'm not gonna lie, this one kind of stumped me and I lowkey had no idea what to write for a while 😭

Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this, even though it may not be exactly as you imagined <3

(ES BUMBLEBEE X READER)

WORD COUNT: 753

WARNINGS: NSFW, overstimulation

You and Bee did this often. Late at night, while everyone was asleep. The two of you would sneak into the barn, and each time, you’d let Bee frag your circuits out. It was routine. 

Bee gave another deep thrust, and you heard him groan at the feeling. Your own arms were wrapped around his neck, letting him guide tonight’s session as your backstrut pressed against the wooden barn wall.

Bee was a gentlemech, and he knew how overstimulated you could get after just one round, so he always valued your comfort over his own pleasure.

Already, you could feel a ball of ecstasy building up in your tanks. You never lasted long; a curse.

“Bee..” You mumbled into his right audial. You didn’t need to say anything more. He already knew what you wanted. 

He gave you two more hard, deep thrusts, going all the way out and pushing all the way back in, perfectly hitting your G-spot. You let out an almost inaudible whimper, and followed it up with a moan that came straight from your core as Bee finished you off. Your whole frame seemed to shake with pleasure, and you clung onto the yellow mech like a tick. 

A few moments passed. It was nice and quiet now, just you and Bee, holding onto each other in peace.

Or so you thought.

Suddenly, Bumblebee grabbed onto your waist. You didn’t think anything of it at first, but then the mech lifted you, bringing you to rest on a stack of hay that was almost level with Bee’s chest.

“Uhm- Bee?” You questioned him. You trusted him, but you were still curious as to what he had in mind at the moment.

He didn’t reply to you, though, and instead brought his digits to your chest to push your upper body down so that you were laying on your backstruts. 

Confused, you just laid there and waited… until you felt a wet, hot, slimy structure prod at your entrance. 

Oh, slag. 

Panicked, you went to sit up, only to be pushed back down again. You thought he knew that you couldn’t handle more than one round. He definitely knew. There was no way he wouldn't. Unless.. He was obviously doing this on purpose. 

“B-Bee, you can’t- I’ll-” You started.

“I know,” Was all he replied with, before he stuck his glossa back in your still dripping valve.

Immediately overwhelmed with pleasure, you let out a rather loud moan. You slapped a servo over your intake, worried you might accidentally wake the Malto family. Whatever Bee was doing, it felt good… but you didn't know if you could handle it.

You stifled another whimper as Bee continued to abuse your overly-sensitive hole, and you swore you heard him mumble a “good girl” against your metal.

Being as delicate as you were, it didn't take long for you to feel another knot in your tank.

Bumblebee already knew you were close. Your legs would start to shiver each time you were… it was a response that Bee had caught onto over time.

The yellow mech dipped his glossa into your heat again, this time moving his wet muscle in the shape of an O inside you, and that’s all it took to get you to your second overload that night.

You almost screamed when it hit you, the sensations shaking you once again violently from helm to pede. 

After the shock, it was like you were immobilized. You lay there, panting, digits gripping the scratchy hay bales underneath you.

Lifting your helm a bit to watch your lover, you realized his servo was wrapped around his spike, getting himself off as he finished pleasing you. It was hot to watch. Bee’s faceplates were contorted in ecstasy, his optics low as he panted through his own release. 

You were so, so overwhelmed right now. Clearly, Bee was up to something, but you didn’t know if you had another overload in you. You were already way too sore.

“Too.. too much..” you whispered, tired and completely worn out.

You felt a servo embrace your faceplate, and then a soft kiss was placed on your forehelm. 

“I know,” Bee murmured in your audials, “that’s why tomorrow, I’ll be a little gentler with you. Get you to three overloads, yeah?” The yellow mech teased, bringing a flustered smile to your derma. Internally, you panicked. You didn’t even know if you would be able to walk tomorrow, much less go for three more rounds.

Wish yourself luck.

THANK YOU FOR READING! ENJOY YOUR DAY/NIGHT!

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HI HI HIII!

Sooo Ive seen your first post and heard you're a new writer. So far Ive read the ES Bumblebee and its so cute!

Anywhooo, could you do Perceptor x reader? (Can be Cyberverse or MTMTE) Nsfw >:3

First of all, I am SO SORRY this took so long! I'm not going to lie, I barely know anything about Perceptor, so I had to do some research before writing this 😭

Hopefully I wrote this the way you wanted me to omg

Anyways...

(CV PERCEPTOR X READER)

WORD COUNT: 1924

WARNINGS: NSFW of course and kind of non-con? But not really?

You sat in the Ark’s lounge, stabilizers crossed, sipping something that probably wasn’t good for your pipes. This week had been a complete rollercoaster. Perceptor had been avoiding you like he didn’t know you - as if he couldn’t care less about you. 

It was funny, really, because these sort of things always happen to you. 

You were a former Decepticon. You’d only joined the Autobots about a month ago, but you felt like you had a pretty good reputation so far. Of course, being new meant there would be bots who would hate you no matter what you did, but you could handle that. 

Perceptor had actually been one of the first to break the ice with you. 

Naturally, if Perceptor thought something was safe, then so did everybody else. Within two weeks, almost every bot on the Ark was comfortable with you, enough to even call you a friend. 

But now, Perceptor just… distanced himself from you. It was annoying, really. Every time he saw you enter a room, he’d excuse himself and coop up in his laboratory. It confused you. The two of you had been so close.

Slamming your glass of mystery juice on the table in front of you, you decided you’ve had enough. Enough of Perceptor’s slag.

You stormed out of the lounge, anger flaring up your systems. How could he just abandon you like that? It wasn’t fair. You were going to teach him a lesson. One him and his body would remember.

The route to his lab was short and sweet. Turn right, left, go straight, destination on your right. You raised your servos to push open the heavy double doors… and then hesitated.

What would you even say when you saw him? Hey, I miss you, let’s frag? You shook your head and took a deep breath. Keep it simple.

You shoved the metal doors open, revealing Perceptor’s humongous laboratory, which was (to no one’s surprise) pristine and organized, no mishap in sight. 

And, of course, there was Perceptor, faceplates buried in a data pad.

At the sound of his doors being opened, though, he looked up. Upon realizing it was you that came inside his lab, he furrowed his brows and swallowed. Odd.

“Y/N? Is there something you need?” he questioned you, setting down his tablet.

You frowned at him, taking several steps closer to the scientist. 

“Yeah. You,” you spat out, blunt as ever. You’d been working on putting your Decepticon roots behind you, but they were really starting to show right now.

Perceptor’s optics practically exploded, and his jaw dropped in shock.

“Excuse me?” He spluttered, his monotone voice actually showing emotion for once. 

“You fragging heard me,” you growled as you stood threateningly in front of the mech. Two of your digits found themselves on Perceptor’s chassis, and you glared daggers at his face while those two digits walked slowly down his body.

Perceptor wasn’t much of a fighter. Everyone knew that. There wasn’t much he could do against you, and everyone knew that, too. 

So, he backed up, one pede after the other, servos up in the air. That didn’t stop you, though. You walked with him, forcing him against his lab’s wall, all the while your digits sliding down his frame.

“What are you so afraid of, Percy?” you mumbled, your tone low. 

“Scared I’m gonna hurt you?” you sneered.

Perceptor’s optics flashed down to the servo - your servo dragging down his front. He was panicking. Your digits were so, so close to where he wanted them to be. 

Truth was, he wanted you. Nobody knew. He didn’t and hadn’t planned on telling anyone, either. His work was too important. 

At a loss for words, he pushed himself against the wall as much as he could, and shook his helm no in response to your question. He’d never been in this situation before. What was he supposed to do?

You just scowled at him as your digits finally reached their destination. You groped his interface plate, making the mech jerk up in pleasure.

“Wha- what are you doing?” he managed to get out through gritted denta.

“I seriously wanna give you head right now,” you muttered, optic ridges furrowed as you continued to glare up at him.

At your statement, Perceptor could've sworn he’d blown a gasket. You wanted to give him what? Slag, it wasn't as if he was against it. 

But before he could even open his intake, you were already on your knees, servos pressed to his thighs.

“I don't think what you're doing is necessary-” 

Click.

His interface panel sprung open, his faceplates practically bleeding blue as his already pressurized spike emerged from its casing. He couldn't hide his arousal now.

“Y-Y/N- Please reconsider-” he didn't get to finish his sentence, his words replaced by a strained, held back moan as your lips touched his member.

You didn't give him any room to breathe, immediately going for the kill as you shoved his spike down your throat.

At the invigorating sensation, Perceptor’s servos couldn't help themselves but to reach for your helm as he let out another stifled whimper. You wasted no time, sucking and squeezing your mouth on him. 

“Y/N-” he groaned as you continued, his servos clenched on the top of your helm.

“Why are you doing- ah- this?” he tried to speak, finding that the sensations he was receiving were too strong.

You didn’t reply, mainly because you had a spike lodged in your throat, but also because it was embarrassing to admit you had a major crush on a bot while giving said bot questionably good head. It was kind of obvious, and giving how smart Perceptor was, he already knew.

Suddenly, you felt the mech jerk in your intake, and you knew he was close. You hadn't expected him to last long.

“P-please..” you heard him mumble.

Unintentionally, he started humping your face, pleasure building up in his tank. He gave one more final jerk, and then you felt his liquids fill your intake as he cried out in ecstasy.

You swallowed without hesitation, the salty yet sweet juices leaving an aftertaste on your tongue.

You removed yourself from his spike and sat back, licking your lips as you watched his face. He was panting, a complete mess.

“Y/N…” he started, looking down at you in awe.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” you spat out, your glare returning.

Perceptor’s jaw opened and closed. He was still so dizzy with pleasure he couldn't exactly grasp reality. And then it clicked in his processor. He hadn't meant to make you feel like you were being avoided. 

“I…” he took a deep breath. Admitting this could go one of two ways.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn't have avoided you,” he apologized.

“The reason being… I am compelled by you, Y/N. I always have been, from the moment we met. However, my emotions often got in the way of my experiments and studies, therefore I felt there was no other choice but to… distance myself from you.” He concluded, a deep blue blush on his faceplates. He knew you reciprocated his feelings, but voicing his own out loud felt rather embarrassing.

Your optics widened and your optic ridges furrowed. Was he fragging serious? He was scared of his feelings? You sighed and rose to your pedes.

“Okay. Make it up to me.” You replied.

Perceptor blinked at you.

“I’m sorry…?” he gawked.

You remained deadpan, servos on your hips.

“Make it up to me, Perceptor. Show me how much I compel you,” you demanded, still glaring at him.

He was at a complete loss for words. No doubt he knew exactly how to please you; most of his studies were literally about cybertronian anatomy. He'd done some research. He just didn't know where to start. 

Sensing his hesitation, you decided to help him out. 

Grabbing his servo, you gently moved it so he was holding your waist. 

He watched you with curious optics, clearly nervous.

“A-are you sure-”

“One hundred percent.” you cut him off.

Swallowing, he obliged to your will, and brought his other servo to your waist as well. Taking a deep breath, he slowly backed you up, letting your backstrut press against his work table. Within seconds, you were lifted atop of it, and without further hesitation, Perceptor took a calculated risk and pressed his lips against yours. You immediately kissed him back, although he didn't really know what to do with his mouth.

His servos roamed your frame, traveling from your shoulders to your aft. You let a whine out into his intake, letting him know he was doing a decent job.

Motivated by your sounds, he broke from the kiss to focus on getting your interface panel open. You let out another moan as you felt his digits toy with your lower half, your panel sliding open at his teasing prompts.

After taking a long look at your drenched valve, Perceptor took two digits, tested the waters, and then slid them inside you.

You let out another groan, throwing your helm back as he explored your depths.

He stretched you out, curling and unfurling his fingers, spreading and pushing against your walls. Unbeknownst to you, he knew exactly which points to hit. Exactly how to make you arch and desperately grip the table for stability.

You already felt a knot of pleasure building up in your tanks. You normally lasted a slag ton longer than this, so to say he was amazing was an insulting understatement.

And then, just before you could start to see stars, Perceptor pulled his digits out.

All pleasure fading away, you whined when you felt him pull back.

“What’re you-” you started, only to be cut off by the scientist.

“I don't want to overwhelm you by having you cum twice,” he stated simply.

In confusion, you opened your intake to protest, but before you could, his spike was pressed up against your valve. Frag.

You immediately shut your mouth, swallowed, and sat back. Sure, he was big in your mouth, but you hadn't thought about how he would feel inside you. 

Perceptor watched your expression, waiting for permission to enter you, and you nodded in response. You hadn't wanted something more than you did right now in your entire onlining. 

The mech lifted his servos to your waist to gently position you where he wanted you, and then he slowly pushed in.

My Primus, that felt good.

He fit you perfectly. 

Perceptor mumbled something, a mix of moans and words, but you were too high on ecstasy to understand him. The scientist thrusted in and out of you, each time hitting that one spot over and over again. In no time, your optics were in the back of your helm and you could've sworn Perceptor had never done this before. 

You were so close to screaming his name so loud every bot on the Ark would know exactly what was going on. That fantasy was cut short, though, as the mech captured your lips in another clumsy kiss.

“Perceptor-” you mumbled against his lips.

“I- I love you,” you confessed absentmindedly. You couldn't even think straight right now.

And, just like a truck, your high hit you. Your walls clenched on his length, and apparently that was all Perceptor needed to follow your lead.

The both of you panted, absolutely exhausted, but the scientist still had one more thing to say.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

If you made it here I appreciate you for reading this. Stay strong and you can achieve anything you put your mind to, I'm proud of you <3

[rvlse]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a new years kiss for lmk sun wukong x fem reader, if that's okay with you?

Hii! I'd be honored to take this request 🥰

THIS IS BASED OFF THE EPISODE: Revenge of The Spider Queen (Season 2, episode 0)

Off topic.. but holy cow I have gotten so many requests! I'm working on them all, and I can't be more grateful to all of you for giving me a chance. Love you guyss <3

(LMK SUN WUKONG X FEM! READER)

WARNINGS: nada, just a makeout and some implied freaky

Brown dust was flung at your face as Monkey King leaped up into the air, easily dodging your attack. Being the monkey’s successor was hard work, especially since he claimed he was “retired” and only actually trained you if you begged him to. Most of the time he just left deadly opponents up to you to defeat.

Focusing your attention back on the fight, you charged at him with your fist out, determined to actually hit him for once. 

With a yell, you threw your punch, praying it would land. 

It didn't. Of course. 

Instead, Monkey King grabbed you by your arm and absolutely hurled you against the mountainside, creating a massive crater just by the sheer force of how hard you’d slammed against it. You flopped to the floor again, exhausted. 

And, of course, the mountainside turned into a rockslide. Before you could move out of the way, gray stones came tumbling towards you. Wukong obviously wouldn’t let you actually hurt yourself, though, so he swooped in and hoisted you into his arms, forcing your legs around his waist as he held your back. 

Monkey King shifted out of the way, the rocks sliding past the two of you.

“Careful,” the monkey mumbled in your ear as he set you down, and you immediately flopped down on the ground, tired and worn out. You’d been doing this all day.

Wukong looked down at you, an amused expression on his features. 

“You already tired, kid?” he teased, his fluffy brown tail swishing back and forth in the light breeze.

“For the last time, I’m 21!” you protested, frowning. 

“And I’m immortal, babe,” he shot back, a grin revealing his sharp canines.

Your face heated up at the pet name he used. He always messed with you. 

“Whatever,” you mumbled under your breath, pushing yourself off the floor.

“So, how’d I win?” Wukong questioned, holding the most cockiest expression on his face.

Scowling, you answered, “you almost buried me under a rockslide.”

“Mhm. Why were you standing in the way of a rockslide?” he countered, raising his index finger in the air.

“Because you put me there,” you growled, fists now clenched at your sides.

“No no no no no, hun, I got you where I wanted you, by putting myself where you wanted me. See how that works?” he corrected you, the smirk on his lips growing wider. You just huffed in annoyance.

Wukong turned away from you, moving to the edge of his mountain.

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms and walked the other way. You had made plans with your friends, and you didn't feel like being late.

You turned your head to tell the “Great Sage” that you were leaving, only for your jaw to completely drop.

Dumplings, bread, snacks, and drinks were laid out on an ocean blue and gold blanket that had appeared out of literal thin air, perfectly situated to watch the city of Megapolis down below.

Your eyes wandered to Monkey King, who had sat down to watch your reaction.

“What- what is this?” you spluttered, turning all the way around to fully face him.

The simian smirked and beckoned you closer.

“Come watch the fireworks with me,” he suggested, a light, gentle tone to his voice.

Internally panicking, you swallowed and opened your mouth.

“W-well I have… my friends…” you trailed off. If you were being real, you’d much rather spend your New Years with him than your chaotic besties. Knowing them, their party would most likely involve drinking and vandalizing property.

“Okay. I’ll watch them with you,” you agreed, smiling. Settling down next to him, you grabbed one of the various snacks he had prepared, and took a bite. 

“Mmm, these are good…” you mumbled, stuffing the whole thing in your mouth.

Unbeknownst to you, Monkey King was watching you, his jaw slack, mid-bite, with a blush on his cheeks. It wasn’t that you complimented him- he didn’t actually make the snacks… It was made of his hair. It was how you said it and the way you ate that prawn roll that suddenly made his pants a little tighter.

Tiny time skip :)

“It’s time!” you squealed excitedly, nudging Monkey King’s leg with your knee. Checking your watch, you saw it read 11:59 PM. So, so close!

Wukong watched you with a big, dopey smile on his face, happy to see you so excited about something. He’d done a pretty good job so far at hiding how badly he needed you. Like, he needed you bad. But, he was hoping he could keep up his facade for the rest of the night. 

“Ten, nine, eight, seven…” very faintly, the people of Megapolis could be heard, unitedly chanting the countdown until the brand new year.

You hopped up and down, feeling like you couldn’t wait another second.

You turned to Monkey King and started counting down, too.

“Five, four-” the monkey started counting with you, “-three, two, one…”

“HAPPY NEW YE-” your celebration was cut short as two hands grabbed your face. Monkey King slammed his lips onto yours, pulling you close as his tail went around your waist. 

Eyes going wide, hundreds of thoughts raced through your head all at once.

Was he seriously kissing you? Honestly, you should’ve seen it coming. He’d been acting weird all night. How should you react? Where do you put your hands during a kiss? It’s 2025! HOLY SHIT HE’S FUCKING KISSING ME.

So, you did the most logical thing you could possibly do in this moment. 

You tilted your head, relaxed your posture, let your eyes flutter shut, brought your hands up to the tie of his cape, and kissed him back.

The second Sun Wukong felt you kiss him back, a fiery, intense heat rose to his cheeks and a shudder ran down his spine. He expected you to push him away and yell at him or something, but you didn’t. 

You melted into him, let his tongue push into your mouth, let his hands move from your face to your waist.

After a couple more seconds, your mortality kicked in and you realized you had to breathe. 

Pulling away, you panted, and stared into the Monkey King’s eyes. They held a loving, happy gleam in them, as if he’d been waiting for this moment. 

“Why’d you do that?” you whispered, swallowing. 

Wukong didn’t answer you. He didn’t need to. 

He pulled you into a tight embrace, his hands around the small of your back, and rested his head on your shoulder.

You didn’t hesitate to hug him back. It was going to be a great new year.

I LOVED WRITING THISSS I LOVE YOU ALL

[rvlse]

Greetings and happy new year! 🎉

Could I request an one-shot with TFOne Sentinel Prime, please? Write any scenario you want. I'm so thirsty to read about him 🥲

(It's okay if you don't want to take this request)

HII! Happy new year, I'd be more than happy to take this request <3 I hope you enjoy it!

Tbh I hope nobody already did this yet lol I've had this idea in my head for a few weeks..

ALSO for everyone who sent me asks, I'm working on them all!

(SENTINEL TFO X GN! READER)

WARNINGS: not too bad, does get a little suggestive tho 😉

Oh, you were going to kill Orion. What had he been thinking? Joining the Iacon 5000? What was wrong with him?

You, Orion, and D-16 had absolutely embarrassed yourselves out in the race. There was a reason miners weren’t allowed to participate, and of course Orion needed to find out why. 

“I just wanna know what your thought process was. I mean, seriously?” You scolded the red and blue bot, who was finding the floor extremely interesting. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, Dee, but I just wanted to-” 

“You always want to do everything! You can’t ever just stay in your place!” You interrupted him. You were absolutely fuming. Shocker that no one could see the smoke coming out of your audials right now.

Orion didn’t reply, so you just crossed your arms and looked the other way. Dee hadn’t said anything, either.

Just as you were about to open your intake to spit a bunch of curses at Pax (again), four thin black cybertronian legs appeared in the doorway of the medbay, followed by heavy footsteps.

It was pretty obvious who was about to appear. Arachnid, the four legged cybertronian bodyguard, was the only hint you needed. Sentinel Prime. Wonderful. You could only hope he wouldn’t demote you for the stunt the three of you- Orion had pulled… or worse.

Arachnid’s many optics deep scanned you and your friends’ frames, giving all three of you a suspicious glare up and down.

“All clear,” she finally spoke, backing up as the one and only Sentinel Prime stomped into the room to take her place. You wouldn’t lie, he was quite the sight. Blue and gold was a gorgeous color combination, and he wore it perfectly. But… he was pissed. 

His optic ridges were furrowed together, his lips pulled taught, and the glare he held in his optics would offline bots if it could.

“D-16, Orion Pax,” he started, bringing his servos to his shiny hips as he gave your friends a firm once over.

“Y/N…” his dominating gaze narrowed on you. You suddenly felt a bit tense, straightening your backstrut and holding your helm up a bit more. 

Sentinel’s curious optics scanned your frame from your helm to your pedes, and then slowly… too slowly, back up to your optics. Your digits fidgeted with themselves as you tried to make sense of the situation. 

“What you three did today was one of the craziest things I’ve ever seen,” he started off, servos still on his hips.

Orion Pax got up off the medical berth and opened his intake, “sir, this was all my idea and we’re so sorry-” 

“I loved it!” Sentinel interrupted, his servos going up into the air. The three of you gave him a blank, confused stare. 

“You did?” Orion questioned, not believing the Prime’s words.

“How could anyone not love it? You gave my best racers a real run for their money,” Sentinel continued, getting down on one knee to be optic level with the three of you. 

You weren’t too certain of the mech in front of you. He seemed… too animated. Too excited. Too friendly. 

“So… we’re not getting demoted?” Dee spoke up, his voice soft and hopeful.

“Demoted?” the Prime repeated, shocked at his suggestion. Then, Sentinel let out a thick, hearty laugh, the type of laugh that just screamed arrogance.

Uncomfortably, Dee and Orion tried to laugh along, unsure of what the joke was. You just sat there on the medical berth with your arms crossed. You weren’t buying whatever show Sentinel was putting on.

After another few awkward moments of chatter, Arachnid finally let the Prime know his time was up and that he had places to be.

“I’m sorry, my friends, we’re preparing our next trip to the surface,” Sentinel told the three of you, his apologizing gaze travelling over your frames. But then, for the second time today, the Prime’s optics fell on you, his optics half lidded and dark.

“But in the meantime, I’ve got a treat for you,” he continued, letting his vision trail across your body.

“Arachnid, have someone escort these heroes-” he turned to his assistant and gestured to your friends, Orion and Dee, “-to my personal service facilities. The best care in Iacon,” the Prime congratulated the two mechs.

And then he turned his helm to you, and raised his servo. Confused, you opened your intake to ask questions, but Sentinel’s digits touched the bottom of your jaw, and closed your intake for you.

“As for them,” the blue mech addressed you, moving his thumb up so it was just barely grazing your lips, pushing your helm up as if he was inspecting you.

“Take them to my quarters. I want a word with them,” he finished, letting go of your face and standing up to his full height. It was worth mentioning that he absolutely towered over all three of you.

Arachnid didn’t ask questions, just nodded and called someone up on her comm link as Sentinel Prime gave you one last look before he turned and left the medbay. 

What the frag just happened? 

Your helm turned, bewildered, to your friends.

“What was that? Why was he so touchy-feely? Why am I going somewhere else?” you panicked, your servos in the air as you interrogated the two miner bots, faceplates burning hot.

Dee raised his own servos to try and calm you down. 

“Woah, woah, I’m sure it’s fine! He’s a Prime, he wouldn’t hurt anybody. You’re fine,” Dee tried to comfort you, smiling. Orion nodded enthusiastically behind him.

“Yeah, Y/N, you’ll be okay. I’m sure whatever he has planned, it’s go-” Pax tried to say.

“URGH… MINERS!” Darkwing bellowed from the hallway, clearly infuriated. 

“Well. That’s unfortunate,” you stated upon seeing him, raising an optic ridge. 

And just like that, Orion and D-16 were taken away, and you didn’t think they were getting the ‘best care in Iacon’ anymore.

Another pair of footsteps sounded in the hallway, this time lighter and more friendly seeming. Prepared for whatever it was that was about to appear, you sat stoically on the med berth.

Closer, and closer… 

“Hi!” the mystery figure spoke, popping out from behind the wall. 

“I was instructed to bring you to Sentinel’s quarters… so c’mon!” the pink and white bot exclaimed, grabbing your arm and dragging you off the berth. 

“Uhm.. okay,” you complied, not wanting to get in any more trouble than you might already be in. 

About five minutes later, you stood outside of two humongous gold doors. The cheery bot that had brought you here knocked three times on them, and then retreated behind you, putting their servos on your shoulders. 

You swallowed nervously when you heard the same heavy footsteps as you did earlier, and after another second, those golden gates flung open, revealing Sentinel’s daunting frame. 

The pink and white bot shoved you rather harshly forward, gave you a pat on your back, and then turned and left. Great. So it was just you and the Prime. 

“Please, come in…” Sentinel started, a cunning, attractive smile on his features. You gave him an untrusting glare, and hesitantly, warily, stepped inside his abode. 

“What do you want?” you questioned him the second you entered his quarters, turning around to face him. Bad idea, that height difference really was extreme. 

“Oho, straight to the point, are you?” he chuckled, putting his servos behind his back as he took a couple steps closer to you. His optics were doing that stupid attractive stare again. Frag. It would be bad if you were actually getting horny right now. Which you were. Frag again. 

You didn’t answer him, just clenched your servos into fists and glared defiantly up at him. 

“Okay, then. I can play that way, too…” he murmured.

“I saw you out there. In the race. You’re… frag, you’re gorgeous,” he scoffed, laughed, as if it were obvious why he had called you here.

Your optics narrowed, your glare only getting harsher. 

“So, I decided I just had to have you, princess,” he confessed, bending his upper half down so that he could see you optic to optic. Which, his were still half lidded and his gaze was extremely intense. 

At his pet name, you reeled back, the density of your situation finally weighing on you. Ohhh slag. The Sentinel Prime wanted you. YOU. 

You swallowed again, your optics going wide. 

“Pshh- you’re kidding, right?” you fake laughed, heat rising to your face.

The Prime’s cursingly hot smile only widened, and that only made you hornier.

His torturously tall frame took one, two, three steps closer to you, close enough so that his face was inches from yours. 

“Of course not. Why would I go through the trouble of calling you up here?” he chuckled again, closing his optics for a second.

“Listen… I’m giving you two options,” Sentinel’s smile suddenly fell, and his optics narrowed to glare down at you.

“Since you like it straight forward, I’ll keep it short,” his tone was low. Honestly, it scared you. Whatever he was about to say, it wasn’t about to be good.

“Either I get to bend you over that desk right there-” he gestured to what you could only assume was his work desk, as papers and data pads were strewn everywhere on its surface, “-and frag you until you start to see stars…” he spoke carefully, tentatively, as if he was spelling something out for you.

“Or, you become my sparkmate, and I get to screw you anyway,” he finished sourly, searching your expression.

Well, wasn’t this a turn of events. Clearly, he wasn’t giving you much of a choice right now. No matter what you did, he would get what he wanted. You couldn’t run, there were way too many guards who would offline you without a second thought. And you didn’t even want to think about fighting. 

Now, if you really thought about it, he wasn’t giving you bad options. You thought about the first one. You wouldn’t mind getting fragged senseless by him, in all truths. The question, though, was what he would do with you after he was finished with you. 

You didn’t want to know.

Being his sparkmate would be quite the honor. For slag’s sake, he was a Prime, and you just a miner bot. He must really like you… 

“I’ll be your sparkmate,” you told him slowly, carefully, your tone low, matching his. 

Sentinel’s lips curled up into another one of his cunning, unnecessarily attractive smiles. 

“Good girl.”

SOOOOO... I realized this was getting a little long for a one shot.

Anybody up for a part two where they get freaky?

Have an amazing day/night!

[rvlse]

Hiii! Could you write something with Earthspark Bumblebee?

A new years kiss perchance? Could lead to other activities.

Nsfw or sfw up to you! 😼

Hi Hi! Omg, my first request, I can't believe it.🤩

Okay, so I wasn't sure what gender you wanted, so I tried to make this gender neutral.

New Year's Kiss (BUMBLEBEE ES X GN! READER)

WARNINGS: None, this is SFW... implied freakiness tho

New Year's Day. Everybody was super excited, planning new year resolutions and praying for a good 2025. 

Robby, Mo, and the other terrans had been busy all day making food and preparing games for the evening. 

Bee, however, had other plans. He’d been secretly crushing on his cybertronian team member, Y/N. Every time you’d come near him, he'd go nearly insane trying to contain himself and not say something ridiculous.

At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if you thought he was crazy. He might as well be, with how often you plagued his thoughts.

So, he finally wanted to do something about his emotions and ask you out on a date. Tonight. He was jittery just thinking about it. 

The terrans knew all about his crush on you, which somehow made everything better and worse at the same time. They constantly had something to say, but they had helped him plan his night out.

If all goes well, he'd ask you out, and then you’d fall in love with him, and then-

“Bee?” Mo called up to him. He turned his head down to acknowledge her.

“Mo, what's up?” He tried to act like he hadn't just been fantasizing. Mo raised an eyebrow knowingly.

“Check the time. Now or never,” she teased, putting her small hands on her hips. Bee sighed, and got up from the dusty floor next to the Malto house. It was 11:47 PM… time for his plan to begin.

As he saw you sitting there in the barn, talking with Twitch, he swore his spark skipped a couple beats. You were just… jaw dropping to him. Perfect. Everything he’d ever need and more. He took a couple slow steps towards you, scared he would mess up the first part of his little scheme. 

“Uhm- Y/N?” He almost mumbled, bringing a servo to your shoulder. You turned your head with a smile on your faceplates. 

“Hey, Bee, what’s going on?” You greeted him, a happy twinkle in your optics. He almost short-circuited at the sight. He nervously glanced at Twitch, who nodded excitedly and shot him two thumbs up.

Gulping, he took a deep breath. 

“You mind coming with me to the roof? I got something to show you,” he managed to say calmly.

You, of course, nodded and got up without a second thought. It was one thing he loved about you.

“So, I kind of… put something together. With the help of some friends,” he rushed his words as he climbed onto the black asphalt shingles, giving a glance at the various gifts he’d put up here earlier today.

They were all cutely laid out on a fluffy cow pattern blanket. Mo and Twitch had said you would love it. He didn’t know any better, so he agreed. Now, he could only hope for the best.

He watched as you clumsily clambered onto the roof, taking a second to regain your balance.

He turned to the presents and took a deep breath in. Hopefully this will all go according to plan and- 

“OOF-” He spluttered as a weight crashed into him, almost knocking him over the edge of the roof. Bewildered, he looked down only to see you squeezing the spark out of him with a big bear hug.

“Bee, you did all this for me?” You exclaimed, and he brought his servos around to your back to hug you back.

“I wanted to do something special for you…” he murmured, his gaze trained on your face lovingly. You slowly let him go and tumbled over to the cute blanket, sitting down and examining each gift closely. 

He’d gotten you a crate of high grade energon, an extremely oversized cow plushie, and an absolutely massive bouquet of your favorite flowers.

He watched you as you marveled over each item, praising him and thanking him over and over again. He was so happy you liked it. At first, he was worried it wasn’t enough, or that maybe it was too much. The relief he felt was like no other.

He checked his internal time. 11:58 PM. Almost time. 

“Y/N… Listen, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but these last few months…” He watched you stand up, “you… you’re all I think about. It’s really distracting, sometimes-”

He paused.

“Point is…” 

11:59 PM.

“Y/N, I-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence, because your lips were on his, preventing his ability to speak. His optics were wide, and his servos hovered in the air, unsure of where to put them.

And then he realized exactly what was happening, and his optics fluttered shut, a shot of adrenaline rushing to his core. His servos found your waist, gripping your metal firmly. God, this was too much.

12:00 AM.

With several bangs, shimmering fireballs of dazzling colors were shot into the starry midnight sky, illuminating the Malto farm.

Bee didn’t even notice the fireworks, his circuits entranced by the feeling of your frame in his servos, the feeling of his glossa in your intake. Screams of joy and celebration were heard from all around the town, emphasizing how special of a moment New Years really was.

He kissed you for what seemed like hours, his digits gently groping your body. When you finally pulled away for a breath, the fireworks had died down and the only chatter he could hear was from the Malto family inside the barn underneath them.

He stared longingly, pathetically, into your optics, his jaw slack in wonder. How were you so pretty? So perfect? How had you managed to silence and turn him into a horny mess with just a kiss?

“I love you,” he blurted, hot energon rushing to his face. Frag, did he seriously just say that? Too soon, too soo-

“I love you, too, Bee,” you replied, bringing your own servo up to cup his blue flushed cheek.

Yeah, he just pissed himself.

HAPPY NEW YEAR I'M WISHING YOU ALL LOVE, LUCK, HEALTH, WEALTH, AND PROSPERITY!🥳

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Intro/Requests?

Hi hi! Sooo this is my first post ever lol  I’ve had this app for a while yet haven’t done anything on it but occasionally scroll and read fanfics and headcannons.. Speaking of which, that’s what I want to address. I kinda wanna start writing my own.

I’ve been contemplating for a WHILE now (two years) whether or not I should start something, and the only thing I brewed up was a Gru crackfic. 

So. PLEASE send requests! 

I will do headcannons and short fanfics! 

I will write nsfw!

I won’t write super weird things. Go ham on the nsfw, just keep it normal, please.

I will try my best to live up to your requests!