#Small Long-horned Bee

[wingedjewels]

Small Long-horned Bee!!! by Debbie Meader Via Flickr: A Small Long-horned Bee gathering pollen from our Black-eyed Susan flowers :)

[chaotic-minds-think-alike]

Finally finishing all these guys we’ve got charts and headcanons! (Long post)

(Height)

(Wingspan)

(Body length & basic shapes I used) (it might be odd but ignore any detail on the back, the shapes are for general body shape)

Headcanons:

Seawings: - Colors range from red and purple to yellow - Aquatic is based off areas of bioluminescence rather than singular scales (because no one wants to draw all of those) - Although they average small compared to the other tribes, gigantism is more common - Wing bioluminescence gene is always present but for some doesn't show, thus aquatic doesn't utilize the wings

Rainwings: - Can change the texture of their scales alongside color - Weakest bite due to their fangs, probably why they're vegetarian - Mimic interesting behaviors - Have forked tongues

Mudwings: - Colors range from olive green to purple-ish red - Very resilient - Able to breathe fire regardless of body temperature, the heat of the flame depends on body temp - Their horns constantly grow and sometimes have to be cut due to dangerous growing patterns - Love gnawing on things, tough foods like jerky is popular - The horn covers of fallen siblings are harvested and turned into instruments to remember them by

Leafwings: - Colors range from gold to teal (and pink to olive green during cold seasons) - Can appear to have false eyes - Bug-like just like the other Pantalan residents (because they're just some weird outlier like what is going on here) - Leafspeak doesn't actually allow them to hear voices from plants but rather increase the sensitivity of their antennae which pick up on the changes in plants - In colder seasons, regions that have deciduous trees influence leafwings in that their scales change into warm tones similar to fallen leaves for camouflage but this also negatively impacts one's leafspeak ability; this doesn't apply to evergreen leafwings however

Hivewings: - Colors range from hot pink to olive green - Can appear to have false eyes - Have elbowed antennae just like their "cousins", Hymenoptera (wasps, bees, ants) - Tend to disregard personal space/get close out of habit, being close means better temp regulation and better communication - All hivewings have stingers, wrist stingers, and a venomous bite but it largely depends on preference of which they choose and like muscles, they can be exercised to become deadly weapons - They're not capable of "emitting a horrible stench"

Icewings: - Colors range from white to pale indigo - Melanism is still very rare but more likely in icewings - Can be iridescent in any color, especially visible in lighter scaled individuals - The scales on their face is very fine and is flushed with blood which darkens the area and allows them to see in the snow by absorbing light, otherwise the glare from the sun reflecting off would be a hinderance - Their wings are thin and thus have visible veins most of the time - Idk how to describe their scales other than its kinda like basalt formations - From the side they appear large but are actually thin and flexible - They can freeze to death if they've gone without cold for a long time and then reintroduced too quickly - In hybridization, they have dominant genes, partially because the animus gene - The extra mane of horns can appear randomly on the body in singular spikes, they also make a clink sound when they collide as if they're made of ice, making a pretty scary rattle when disturbed

Nightwings: - Colors range from orange to purple - Albinism is still very rare but more likely in nightwings - Dwarfism is more common - Teardrop scales are always present, highlighted when the dragon has powers regardless of type - Pitbull ready to bite kids - They CAN hang upside down as the books suggest but not for long - By taking dust baths, they dull their scales to reflect less light and blend in better in the dark - Have white fire but cant breathe for long due to how hot it is (this is mainly to add onto the mysterious factor of em and I always liked the idea) - Due to eye sensitivity, they hate sudden bright lights and will close their eyes as they breathe fire

Silkwings: - Can have black or dark accents but never as a whole body color unless they've hybridized - Wing shapes vary widely - Can appear to have false eyes - Flamesilk is rarer than one might think - Very flexible and have strong tails used as a sort of 5th limb in climbing - Albino or melanistic dragons still keep their iridescence - Silk is emitted through a spinneret on the chin rather than the wrists - Prefer to travel in pairs (instinct)

Sandwings: - Colors range from red to olive green - Dark patters often mimic a snake's - Horse-like in complexion - Alongside their snake-like appearance, they have pit organs - Tend to move like birds - Poor eyesight but good hearing - Their horns angle upwards sort of like a bull

Skywings: - Colors range from red to yellow (and green because skywings are meant to be your typical fire breathing dragon which is most often depicted to be red but can also be green) - Tend to move like birds - Weaker than they appear - Green skywings are incapable of being or having flamescales - Their horns constantly grow and have to be filed down - A flamescale cant melt rock or metal by touch alone, only via fire is it possible - It's not that they don't want flamescales that they kill them, it's more of a mercy killing because of how lonely their life can be

[ivys-garden]

More Minecraft ideas, what part of Minecraft needs improvement?

You're wrong, it's ponds.

Ponds, lakes, lava pools. They all suck in Minecraft, they end up just being big holes in the ground with nothing interesting about them that make the landscape ugly and hole ridden

Now you might say “Ivy, literally no one cares” and to that I say, wheesht and accept my ramblings ya donut

So, how do we fix Ponds? It's simply really: make ponds generated structures.

Ponds would now be generated structures taking up one chunk, with an actual human made design to make them, you know, look good. There would be, say, 100 or so different designs to stop them looking to samey (they'd be so small that something like that would be feasible)

Lakes would be done similarly, only with the key difference, they would be made up of 4 chunk “cells”, each making up a corner of the lake.

ponds and lakes in plains or forest biomes would be made of blocks like mud and dirt.

Ponds and lakes in deserts (or oases if you want) would be made up of grass and sand

Ponds and lakes in tundras would be frozen over on the top layer of the water and with clay spawning around the water

Now, let's see some things that can be found in ponds and lakes:

Frogs

Nothing new here, frogs and frogspawn are most common ponds, pond frogs also only come in the green frog varietie.

Perhaps the oasis can have a desert rain frog variant that gives a purple frog light

Toads

Toads and toad spawn can be found in lakes and ponds in forest and plains biomes. Toads emerge from toad spawn in the same way frogs do. Toads have an exaggerated size, being double the size of the frog

Toads come in several colours (Green, Brown, Yellow, Orange and Lime) but these colours do not harbour any game mechanics (in other words: sorry but there are no toadlights)

Toads will eat all mobs with wings, that being the Parrot, Chicken, Phantom, Bat, Bee and the player if they are wearing an elytra, so watch out.

All the aforementioned mobs are scared of Toads, making them and effective deterrent to phantoms in particular

Cattails, Reeds, Rice, Algae and Papyrus

I'll just do all the plant life stuff at once (these will generate dependent on the pond or lake cell)

Algae is a new decorative blocks that can be placed on water

It will connect to other blocks, creating an unbroken surface across the water

Algae has a bright green hue and can be found in both ponds and lakes with the same frequency

Papyrus is a new plant that spawns naturally in the oasis, it is used as a more efficient way of making paper as it can be bonemealed and only one papyrus is needed to make paper

Rice is a plant that grows in water in lakes and ponds spawning in cherry groves.

Rice can be used in two recipes:

Rice Bowls:Putting rice, a bowl and any meat together will craft a rice bowl

This food source that can be eaten twice, eating the meat and then the rice

Sushi: putting rice, dried kelp and one fish into a crafting table creates Sushi, a foodsoarch that can be eaten instantly without playing the eating animation, not very nutritious but good in a pinch

Cattails are a purely decorative plant found in ponds and swamps

Reeds are more common around rivers and lakes, being a fern like plant that grows two tall.

Reeds can be used to craft a new item: Pan Pipes

Combining 3 reeds and 3 string will create pan pipes, these can be played to draw passive mobs towards you so long as the button to play them is held down.

Pan Pipes can also calm neutral mobs like wolves, iron golems and bees, but doing this instantly focus the Pan pipes into cool down

Pan pipes have a cool down double that of the Goat Horn

Bagpipes

By putting Pan Pipes, 3 iron nuggets, 3 red wool and 3 green wool together you can make Bagpipes.

Bagpipes have durability on top of having the same level of cool down as Pan Pipes. Bagpipes cannot be enchanted.

Bagpipes have the ability to PERMANENTLY pacify all hostile mobs in the chunk the player is in.

Bagpipes will break after 10 or so uses

Willow and Palm

Willow and palm are new wood types, Willow spawns around lakes and ponds and Palm spawns around oases.

Willow has a dark Bluish-green colour, complementing mangrove, where as Palm is a desaturated pale white

(These will generate depending on the pond or lake cell)

(Part 1/3)

[teddyeyeseddie]

Devil Horns & Mary Jane

Virgin!Eddie X Reader

(a/n hiiiii long time no see! Its been awhile but i am so glad to be back and bee bopping around brain rot city with @lofaewrites ! boy have i been cooking up some stuff in the kitchen for you guys! here’s my attempt at willing summer away, i mean it's practically halloween, right?)

“For the last time I am not driving you to some haunted woods all the way in bum-fuck Indiana,” Eddie shouts, settling in on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. 

“Eddie, please,” Dustin begs, plopping down beside him, grabbing onto Eddie’s shoulder and shaking it. 

“Yeah, please Eddie. You promised you would take us to a haunted house this year!” Mike chimes in, pleading eyes looking down at Eddie. 

“I promised I would take you but I’m not taking you tonight, I have plans,” he motions to the TV in front of him, some horror film playing at a low volume. 

“Now shoo-'' Dustin's hand comes to shush Eddie, pointer finger smushed to Eddie’s pink lips. 

“I’ll tell them about what's under--'' It's Eddie’s turn to shush Dustin, his whole hand quick to cover Dustin’s mouth.

“Enough of that. Alright kids, load up,” Dusting snickers as he follows Eddie and his friends out of the trailer. 

The kids all pile in his van, Dustin settling in the front seat. Eddie’s hand smacks his as he attempts to change the radio, turning it back to his usual rock station.

The drive takes them out of town to a more rural area, the haunted woods and corn maze stretching for several acres. Eddie parks the Van, boots crunching in gravel as he steps out of the vehicle. He stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket, withdrawing a pack of camels. He lights one, taking several drags before stopping under a tree. 

“I’ll be waiting here for you guys,” he sends the group a salute as he leans up against the trunk. 

“Nope, you’re coming,” Max states bluntly, walking towards him and plucking the cigarette from his pursed lips before stomping on it. 

“Oof, alright,” Eddie raises his eyebrows before begrudgingly following the group toward the entrance of the haunted woods. 

“Beware!!” A badly dressed clown screams on Eddie’s right, causing Dustin to jump. 

“Oh this is going to be so epic,” Dustin says as he bumps into Eddie. He shrugs him off and straightens out his shoulders. 

The group pushes its way through a badly shredded sheet that is covered in fake blood, Eddie chuckles nervously to himself before entering through the “Gates of Hell”.

They walk for a bit through the woods, witches and zombies popping out periodically to try and get a rise out of the group. Eddie usually sees it coming, but still jumping at the inevitable scare. 

They make it to a small cabin in the middle of the woods, glass windows broken, Cobwebs stretching across the porch, the whole nine yards. Eddie ducks into the small doorway, being the first of his group to make the journey inside. He feels it out once he is in, the strobing lights making his head spin as he tries to make his way forward. 

Dustin follows in shortly after, putting his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, causing Eddie to jump. He shakes his head, hair tossing back in Dustin’s face. The group trudges forward, making it halfway through the house with no scares. Eddie is pretty sure the house is vacant of haunt employees. He begins to relax, shrugging Dustin’s hands off his shoulders as he makes his way through the house. 

He makes it to the bathroom where a bathtub sits. He begins to notice bubbles forming in the tub, getting closer to investigate despite his judgment. When he is standing over the tub, something jumps out, right in Eddie’s face. Eddie is quick to squeal, hands taking position before punching in front of him at the mass that just emerged from the bathtub. 

“Fuck-ow ow ow,” he pulls his hand back, shaking it out before realizing what just happened. 

He punched someone. 

He punched an employee. 

He rushes back to the tub, his hands coming to pull the workers mask off to reveal a doe eyed girl with the bloodiest of noses. 

“Shit shit shit. I am so sorry,” He grabs the bandana that is stuck in his back pocket and presses it to your nose. 

You let yourself be held up by Eddie as he walks you through the rest of the house, your mind is so fuzzy you’re not really sure what is going on.

He shakes your shoulder once you make it outside, looking down at you, his face illuminated by the residual strobing lights bleeding through the panes of the broken windows. 

He’s pretty, bangs disheveled and sticking to his forehead, leather jacket broadening his shoulders, pink tongue poking out from between his plump lips.

“Hey, Hey c'mon l-look at me,” he says from above you, your eyes finally focused on his, a grimace forming on your face as you come to.

“Did you punch me?” you question, hand finally coming to rub under your nose, blood painting your fingers. His hand comes to rub at the back of his neck, a shy smile forming on his face as he does so. 

“Yes?” he almost questions, “But, I am so so sorry, I did not expect someone to pop out of there. I’ve never even been to a haunted house before, I just say I like them so my friends don’t think I’m lame. I’m actually really terrified of them? I’ve never even punched someone before, not even when I got beat up in midd-”

“Eddie! For god’s sake let Y/N breathe,” Dustin groans, “Hi, Y/N. Are you okay?” He questions, coming to kneel beside you. 

“Yeah Dusty, I’m ok,” you say, smiling at him. 

“Y/N? Dusty?” Eddie asks, confused. 

“Y/N is my neighbor, it’s how I heard about the haunted woods in the first place,” Dustin reveals, holding his hand out to you in order to help you off the porch steps.

Eddie reaches his arm out, offering it to you. You take it, looping your arm in his as you walk down the hill and towards the exit of the haunted woods.

The two of you make small talk as you walk down, Eddie even lighting a cigarette and offering it to you. You decide fuck it after the night you’ve had and take several drags before giving it back to Eddie. 

“I really am so sorry I punched you,” Eddie says as he looks down at you, “I-I dont like hit women or anything like that, I didn’t even know you were a woman. Just like a mass of moss or something gross like th-” 

“EDDIE!”  you shout playfully, “Stop with the nervous rambling, it's fine! My nose isn’t broken and you got me out of work for the night,” 

“Seriously? No “I’m gonna press charges”? You do know who I am right? Half the town wants to see me in jail,”  he states bluntly.

“You’re a dork,” you say with a shrug, “I don’t think you’d survive in jail so I decided to spare you,” 

“Okay, ouch. I am not a dork,” Eddie defends, eyes trained forward as he walks with you.

“What do you do in your free time?”

“Play D&D, read, write music, watch horror films,” he states obviously.

“See, dork,” you bump your hip with his, smiling as you do so. Eddie meets your smile with a frown, his eyebrow furrowing as he looks at you. 

“Hey, c'mon you punched me in the face. I can say you’re a dork. Plus, I never said being a dork was a bad thing,” you reveal, arm unlocking from his as you approach a trailer that served as your bosses office. He was understanding as to what happened but had to understandingly ban Eddie from the haunted woods for the foreseeable future.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders at the news, stepping out of the trailer with you.

“It’s better than spending a night in jail,” Eddie says, digging in his pocket for his keys. 

“C’mon kids, load up,” Eddie shouts before turning back towards you. 

“Do you need a ride?” Eddie questions as he shoves his thumb towards his van.

You shake your head, pulling his bandana away from your nose. 

“Nah I got it, I’ll see you around?” you ask, “Gotta clean this up and give it to you somehow,”

“I’m sure I’ll see you soon,” Eddie responds. He gives you a small wave before retreating to his van. 

Eddie slides into the driver’s seat of the van, starting it up and peeling out of the gravel lot. 

“Dude- I can’t believe you punched her,” Dustin yells over the music. 

“Shut up, Dusty,” Eddie sneers. 

“And your hopeless attempt at flirting with her, oh my god you were so bad dude!” Dustin laughs at Eddie, his heart breaking a little bit at his words. 

Dustin was right. Eddie was hopeless when it came to women. His attempt at flirting tonight simply bleeding into embarrassing stories about himself. He was sure he blew it, no he was certain he had blown it. You can’t punch a pretty girl in the face and expect anything to go anywhere after that. 

Eddie goes home that night, kicking himself mentally for how the evening went.  He wishes he could be normal. He wishes his brain wouldn’t short circuit when a woman checked him out at the grocery store. He wishes he could be confident in himself. He wishes he wasn’t so fucking weird. 

That’s what Eddie Munson is, he decides. A weird, dorky, nerd. He’s going to die a virgin, he’s sure of it. 

He wakes the next morning with his hand throbbing. He groans when he thinks about how you feel if his hand feels the way it does. He rolls out of bed, opening and closing his hand, wincing at each contract of his skin. 

He ends up running late to work, van speeding down the road as he nears the vinyl shop. He pulls in right at 10, practically jumping out of his van and speed walking towards the entrance. He unlocks the door, pushing inside and turning on the lights. 

He’s busy putting on a record to play in the shop when the bell above the door begins to ring. He turns when he hears it, smiling when he sees who he’s met with. 

It's you. You’re wearing a pink skirt, a cream sweater thrown over it, not how Eddie would have ever imagined you to dress. 

“Y-Y/N?” Eddie stutters, record needle scratching loudly as he drops it. 

“Hi, Eddie,” you walk towards the counter, in the light of the storefront he sees that your right eye has turned a bright purple.

“Shit- I’m so sorry,” Eddie rasps, wincing as you tilt your face up to reveal the bruise on your cheek.

“Had to make you feel a little more sorry for me,” you say with a small chuckle. Eddie flashes you pleading eyes, silently begging you to stop messing with him. 

“Hey, it’s okay! I actually just came to bring this back,” you dig into your baby pink purse, pulling out Eddie’s now clean bandana.

“I uh, asked Dustin where I could find you,”

Eddie smiles and takes the bandana from your hand, tucking it into his back pocket. 

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” He sends you a salute as you back away from the counter.

“See ya around Eddie,”

The next time you show up to his work, Eddie is high. He’d taken a few dabs in his car on his lunch break. The weed really takes over when you walk in. Pretty blue skirt flowing behind you, an oversized white sweater brushing the hem of your skirt causes his heart to do tiny little flips.

“Hey Eddie,” you squeak as you approach him. The bruise around your eye is almost completely healed and the swelling in your nose has gone down tremendously. You look better and Eddie is so happy to see that. 

“Hey trouble,” he rasps, a dopey smile on his face. He walks to where you’re standing, stopping once he reaches you, leaning over the counter. He smacks his gum, elbows resting on the glass as he looks down at you. 

“Trouble?” you quirk an eyebrow, hand on your hip as you scowl at him playfully. 

“It fits, sue me. What brings you in?” Eddie questions, rounding the counter and settling next to you. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms and legs as he looks over the expanse of the store. 

“Need a birthday present for a coworker. He’s throwing a halloween party for his birthday. He’s into stuff like you. Ya know, dorky stuff, metal, the whole lot,”

“Ah, I got just the thing. Iron Maiden released a new album this past month, just got the vinyls and 8 tracks in,” 

He makes his way to the ‘new arrivals’ section of the store, fingers skimming through records effortlessly. 

“Aha, here it is!” he shouts, handing it to you with a bow. He feels more confident like this, high and able to flirt and exist around you. 

“Milady…” he ushers you back to the counter, ringing you up. He bags your purchase, carefully handing it over the counter. 

“Have a good one, trouble,” he says with a smirk on his lips. You wave a small goodbye but stop before you’re able to make it out the door. You turn on your heels marching right up to Eddie Munson. 

“Will you be my date to this thing?” You’re standing right infront of him, so close you can smell weed, cigarettes and his cologne. 

“A Halloween party?” Eddie questions, head ticking to the side as he ponders the idea. 

“Sure thing, I’ll pick you up?” you nod and pluck a pencil out of the jar by the register, writing down your address on a scrap piece of your receipt. You hand it to Eddie, smiling widely as he takes it. 

“7:00?”

“7:00, sweetheart,” 

Eddie’s heart is pounding. He���s sure he’s on the verge of either keeling over or running for the hills. His high has worn off and he’s 99% sure any and all ability to be normal has left the building. His hands are shaking as he clips in his little red devil horns. He backs up from the mirror and looks at himself. Red sweater, black jeans and black boots was tonight’s ensemble. He adjusts the little horns in his hair, fluffing his bangs before walking out to the living room, hands still shaking as he collects his keys. 

“I’ll be late Wayne,” He shouts to his Uncle in the Kitchen. With that, he makes his way out to his van, hopping in and lighting a cigarette to help calm his nerves. 

He makes his way to your house, the ride and nicotine somewhat soothing his nerves. You see his van at the curb and bid your mom goodbye, stepping out into the cold October air. Eddie feels all the air leave his chest as he looks at you as you come down your porch stairs. You’re in that same oversized white sweater except this time it's over a white tennis skirt. Your hair is down in braids, a little halo atop your head. Eddie is pretty sure he dreamed you up, there is no way you are real he thinks to himself. 

You practically skip to Eddie’s van, Eddie getting out quickly in order to open the door for you. You slide into the passenger seat, Eddie climbing into the van shortly after. 

“An angel huh?” he asks nervously, causing you to blush. 

“Every devil needs his angel,” you shrug. It’s Eddie’s turn to blush, his red cheeks matching the horns tucked in his mess of curls. 

You make conversation as you drive. Albeit awkward conversation, but conversation nonetheless. Your friends warned you about this, how awkward it would be but honestly, you liked it. You liked how you could get under Eddie Munson’s skin. And in return, Eddie makes your heart flutter. No matter how many times your friends told you he was awkward or a nerd, you couldn’t stop thinking of the brown eyed blubbering idiot. 

You pull up to where the party is, a house on the outskirts of town. You spot a bonfire in the back surrounded by people, signaling that you’re at the right place. Eddie parks his van on the grass before getting out and rounding the car to help you out. 

You both trudge through the grass, making it back to the bonfire, present in hand. Eddie hangs back while you converse with your friends. You down several drinks, drinking too fast and feeling a little woozy. 

You find Eddie several minutes after you down your second drink. He has a red solo cup in hand, other hand in his pocket as he sips the mixture in the cup. 

“Hey Eds,” You say with a smile. 

“Trouble,” 

“You’re being a wallflower,” You giggle, getting up on your tiptoes to adjust one of his horns. 

“I-I just don’t know anyone,” He shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of his drink. You grab his hand once he’s done, dragging him to the fire and sitting on a log next to him. 

You don’t let go of him, Eddie smiling when your thumb begins to rub circles on the back of his hand. 

You comfort him for a moment before turning to him and beginning conversation. 

“So- you don't talk much do you?” you question as you take a sip of your drink. 

Eddie shakes his head, ducking it down in embarrassment. 

“Hey hey, it’s okay!” you reveal, smiling at him when he snaps his head back up. 

“I can talk enough for the both of us,” you babble, “My name's Y/N but you know that, and I know your name is Eddie,” vodka hits your tongue as you sip on your drink. 

“You’re a dorky metalhead and you drive a rickety old van that smells like weed so I assume you smoke?” you ask as you raise your eyebrows. 

“Deal. I uh- Deal,” Your eyes widen comically at his revelation. 

“You deal drugs?” you whisper-yell, a chuckle rising out of Eddie at your reaction.

“Yeah, mostly bud,” 

“Can we smoke?” 

He simply nods. You get up from your place on the log, hand gripping his as you pull him back towards the van. 

He opens the back for you, the two of you ducking in and settling in the back. He pulls out an old lunch box, digging in it until he can find his rolling papers. You watch him skillfully roll the joint, his hands finally steady. 

He brings the joint to his lips, holding it there as he flicks his lighter. The end of the joint blooms red, smoke flowing from Eddie’s mouth as he exhales. Eddie passes you the spliff, smiling widely at your doe eyed expression. 

You take a long drag, your exhale being cut off by dry coughing and hacking. Your cheeks burn bright red in the commotion. Eddie finds a half-drunk bottle of water and passes it to you. You hand him back the joint and gratefully accept the water, chugging the rest of the bottle. 

The rest of your smoke sesh goes off without a hitch, the two of you giggling at anything and

everything. 

“You talk more when you’re high,” Eddie stops rolling the second joint of the night, looking up at you. 

“It’s hard making new friends. Weed makes me relax and not be so weird.” Eddie licks the rolling paper, focusing on the task at hand.

“You’re not weird..” 

“Says the girl who called me a dork the second she met me,”

“I am pretty sure I have endless passes to call you a dork, you punched me in the face and all,” Eddie sucks in his breath through his teeth, holding his hand up in defense.

“What was a pretty thing like you doing working there anyways?” he takes a drag of the joint, inhaling deeply before blowing all the smoke in your face.

“Eddie? Pretty thing? Are you flirting with me?” you reach towards him, hands meeting as you pass the spliff between you two. 

“I dunno trouble, am I?” he questions, mentally giving himself a pep talk to not screw this up. 

Eddie shifts in his seat, turning to face you.

“Would that bother you? If I was?” Eddie asks sweetly, doe eyes looking down at you. 

You shake your head, your heart races as he shifts closer to you. You’re sure he is going to kiss you, he's so close. Until, he isn't. He pulls away. 

He casts his eyes downward, nerves in his belly rising. 

“Eddie, what’s wrong?” 

“I-I’ve never?” 

“Kissed a girl?” you finish for him, your hand holding his as he nods his head. 

“Well come here then,” You peck his lips a few times, finally deepening the kiss and showing Eddie what to do. He catches on fast, the kiss quickly turning messy and desperate. You're straddling his lap when your hands slide underneath Eddie’s red sweater, a whimper escaping his lips when your cold fingers brush against his middle. 

“Can assume you haven’t done this either?” His eyes are blown wide as he looks up at you, lips pink and plump, cheeks red and splotchy. 

He shakes his head. You cup his jaw in your hand, drawing him in for a kiss before you pull away and whisper in his ear. 

“Just follow my lead,” 

Eddie shudders as your breath hits his neck. His cock is straining so painfully against his zipper and he’s pretty sure if he doesn’t get relief soon, he’ll explode. 

You sit back on your haunches, stripping yourself of your sweater and skirt, leaving you only in your halo. 

If Eddie wasn’t already painfully hard, the sight before him is enough to do so. Your naked body dressed only in a halo while the moonlight bleeds into his van has his mind whirling. He’s certain he’s died and gone to heaven. Because if all angels looked like this, he’d be on his knees every night. 

You giggle at the way he's staring, hands going to snake back under his sweater in order to strip it from his body. You pull it over his head, curls bouncing back to place after the sweater is fully removed, horns staying in place despite the disturbance. 

You start to work on his pants, unbuckling his belt and popping the button of his jeans. You kiss him softly when you dip your hand into his boxers. You giggle when he hisses, kissing his jaw when the hiss turns into a needy moan. You pump him a few times before withdrawing your hand from his boxers. 

“Let’s get out of these, yeah?” Eddie nods feverishly, gangly limbs moving fast to rid himself of his jeans. You draw in a breath when he is finally naked before you. He is so pretty, his cock is so pretty. It’s thick and just the right length, curving slightly to the left, following his hip bone and resting there. 

“Lay on your back,” you instruct, grabbing a random pillow from the floor and shoving it under Eddie’s head. 

“Now, enjoy yourself. Touch me however you want and for the love of god, don’t hold back,”

You throw your leg over his body, straddling his middle. You get on your knees, hovering above Eddie’s cock. You take it in your hand, direct it to your weeping hole, and sink down. You raise yourself slowly before dropping yourself back down, a little “oof” getting punched from Eddie’s lungs. You pick up your pace and deduce him to a moaning, needy mess. 

“F-fuck trouble, I- I’m. I can’t-” Eddie’s hands come to rest on your hips, pushing you down, forcing himself deeper inside of you. You feel him twitching inside of you, cum leaking from you and down his balls. 

Eddie is bright red when you look down at him, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to say something. He’s so caught up in his mind, reminding himself of how weird and pathetic he is he almost doesn't hear you. 

“That. Was so hot,” you reveal, his spent cock now softening inside you. 

Eddie chuckles, pushing you up his body to release his cock, settling you beside him. He draws you in tightly, your legs intertwined, cum leaking from you and staining the blanket beneath you. 

“Have I broken you?” you ask as you trace the tattoos that litter Eddie’s chest. 

“Somethin’ like that,” Eddie groans, lips coming to press a kiss to the crown of your head. 

The two of you sit there for a moment, breathing falling in line as you both enjoy the presence of each other. 

“You never told me why you work at a haunted house,” Eddie says, finally breaking the silence

“Oh- my brother is in charge of all the “cast members ", got me the gig and pays me well. Not really up my alley but it’s better than the mall,” you shrug, leaning up on your elbows to look outside.

“There’s more people outside, do you want to go back or…” Eddie quirks his eyebrow. 

“Orrr…” 

“We can do that again?”

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Missed You ❙ ES Bumblebee x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 1500+

Warnings: Smut ( Oral, spike penatration and size difference ) and robot x human. NSFW 18+

Notes: This was sent by anonymous. Thank you for sending through. I had lots of fun with this with our favourite yellow bug. I got very carried away with it but couldn't help myself. Hope you like. I understand not everyone is a fan of robots x humans but we all live in a strange world. I could go on about how it could be possible with the small robots. We all have our kinks. Enjoy 😀

I accept Coffee! ☕🥰

Bumblebee had been away on a mission for Optimus. It felt like an eternity since you last saw him, and missed him everyday. Of course you both would stay in contact while he was on his missions but it wasn't the same as being with him.

Being his girlfriend you worried, always. Not many knew about your relationship with him, only Dot, but she was your best friend and you trusted her to keep quiet about it, at least for now.

Neither of you really knew what might happen if the world was to find out and you weren't really ready for that to happen just yet.

Finally, he came back, and you both didn't hesitate to have a date night. You wore a floral dress, his favourite, and also his favourite perfume honey smell on you.

Bumblebee took you to the drive through theatre before driving you back to your home. You loved this evening, you loved having Bumblebee back.

Back at your place, Bumblebee had come into your garage that was big enough for him, and also considering his small scout size it was perfect. You loved it when he stayed over, because it meant you both could have more time together without interruptions. You even pretty much moved your bedroom in there just so you both could sleep together in the same bed.

"Bee..." You whisper his name between heated kisses as he holds you up close to his face under his servos, your own hands running up across his cheek plating making him moan lowly against your lips.

"Y/N." He whispers back, blue optics foggy and illuminating across your beautiful face. "Primus you're beautiful."

"And you're very handsome." You smiled through a gentle giggle before feeling his digits sneak under your dress making your breath hitch, loving the feel of his digits dancing across your skin.

You didn't want his favourite dress to rip so you helped yourself out of it, letting it pool around your ankles and reached up for him again. When he saw your undergarments he couldn't help but smirk. "Yellow?"

"Yeah." You can't help but let out another warm giggle between heated breaths. "You know it's my favourite colour."

"That I do. Looks nice on you." Bumblebee smiles warmly.

He picks you up then, carrying you in his arms bridal style making you giggle and kick your legs gently in glee, making him chuckle lightly at your actions before placing you on the bed.

You had made sure to have a bed made that wouldn't break under Bumblebee's weight. The last couple of bed frames had completely collapsed.

Once he laid you down and climbed up at your side, his servo ran up your thigh and across your hips. Your hand moved up along his arm tenderly, staring up at him lovingly.

"I missed you." You say to him, letting out a hitched breath as you feel his servo roam down between your legs.

"Yeah, I missed you so much. It's always so hard being away from you for long periods of time." He sighs, but it turns into a smug smile as he felt just how soaked your undies were. "Already? I haven't even done anything. Do I just have that effect on you naturally?"

"Yes..." You answer through a soft moan, legs spreading more for his servo. "I've been wet since the movies."

"Well, I better not leave you neglected too much longer."

He carefully tugged down your undies, flicking them away before you helped yourself to unhook your bra and aiming it over Bumblebee's helm, only to have poor aim and have it getting caught at his horn making you cover your mouth to prevent yourself from bursting out laughing.

"Do I rock the look?" He joked lightly, flicking the bra off from him and gazed down at the sight before him. He felt incredibly lucky to have a girl like you in his life. You were so beautiful.

Giving you a tender smile, he then leaned down between your legs, pushing them gently apart and dragged his glossa across your damp core.

Your hips arched up from the contact, moaning as he did it a second time, and a third, right before you felt his thick glossa sink into your depths.

"Bee!" You cry out his name, hands grabbing hold of his helm and the other wrapped around his horn to keep him against you.

He let out a long hum that vibrated against your core and shook through your withering body, your moans growing louder as you didn't hold back. It was always good to not try and be quiet.

His glossa invaded your depths, rolling back and forth along your inner walls and curling skillfully. You rode his mouth, rocking your hips and holding his helm as loud squeaked gasps left our moist lips.

This went on for a moment more before he moved away. You pouted, and you heard him chuckle at your reaction.

"Don't worry. I just want to make sure you're ready for me." He says, crawling up over you smaller body.

Bumblebee always made sure to never hurt you, to prepare you as best he could for him to take you on his cable. Though he was a small scout, he was still much bigger than any human.

You nodded, letting out heavy pants before feeling his glossa run across your breasts, sucking on each of them, while his free servo moved down between your legs again and gently teased a digit against your core making you hum in delight.

When you felt his thick digit push in you clenched immediately, craving his curling digit as he stretched you. Looking up at him you saw that smug smile on his adorable face.

"What's got you smug?" You managed to ask, hips bucking a little when he started to gently rub your swollen bud with his other digit.

"I just feel like a very lucky bot, to have a pretty girlfriend like you, all spread out for me, soaking wet, and making such beautiful sounds."

"Is that all I'm good for?Just sex?" You can't help but tease, letting out a moan as he added a second digit, stretching you further.

"You're good for so many more things, promise. One day, when our worlds are ready, we won't need to keep this a secret."

"That sounds wonderful. Now, please, I want you to fuck me." You grin softly, making him chuckle back lightly.

"I think you're ready enough. As my girl wishes."

Once his digits were gone you felt empty without them. Hearing that familiar metal plating shifting you glance down between you both, biting your lips as you see his pulsing cable emerge from its housing.

You were always allured by the smooth long cable, bright yellow illuminating along the ridges wrapped around the base. He was so big, but you were capable of taking him before.

Bumblebee loved it when you started, it gave him that little bit of ridiculous pride and confidence. Gently, he took hold of your thighs, pushing your legs apart further and leaning down over you.

He kissed you. Always so gentle. His cable slid up between your folds and lubricated his length, before he pressed directly against your core, tip penetrating your depths.

"Bee..." His name moaned from your lips feeling him filling you inch by inch, slowly, but you needed it. "It's alright...I can take it."

"I don't want to hurt you..." Bumblebee whispers followed by a throaty moan. "By the all spark...so tight."

Reaching up you touch his face, running your thumb under his optic tenderly. "I want all of you, Bee. I'll be fine, I promise."

Finally, he let go. Balancing himself he pushed his waist further up against you, cable descending into your depths more as you clenched tightly around him, welcoming every pulsing inch.

Bumblebee watched himself disappear inside you, before his optics inching up to your stomach where a noticeable bulge was formed. It happened each time you both interfaced, or on human terms, had sex.

He was always so fascinated by it. Moving his servo he brushed his digit over the lump, vents hitching while you arched up your hips as your hands grip into the sheets under you, loud moans lingering from your open mouth as he fully filled you. Just what you needed.

"Move, please." You manage to gasp out through the pleasure boiling through your entire body.

Obeying your command he did that for you. His servos gently grip at your waist, he slowly pulls out, watching as his cable emerges from your core, coated in a mixture of your juices and his fluids, before slowly thrusting back into you again.

Each thrust sent a pulsing jolt through you, soft moans and heated gasps as he filled you over again slowly. Your legs wrap around his hips, thighs pressing against his yellow plating, pulling him closer and tighter into you.

Bumblebee balanced himself over you perfectly, his movements now short due to you holding onto him tightly, and this only encouraged him to pick up his movements, cursing softly out loud. "Frag..."

You weren't too far off. He had already worked up a storm with you that was threatening to break loose, but did your best to hold it off, just so he could catch up.

His movements grew shorter, stronger, but he was still holding back, as he always did. You understood though, he didn't want to lose control and end up hurting you by accident.

Perhaps one day, but this was incredible for both of you, being with him and feeling his pulsing cable filling you over again, pushing your limits.

Your juices and his lubricants dripped from your core and ran down onto the bed, soaking the sheets as the bed rocked a little under you both.

Bumblebee was practically grinding against your core now, barely leaving you as he groaned and vented heavily, servos tightening around your hips, before he dove down towards your open mouth and kissed you passionately, swallowing your sudden cry of pleasure as you came around him.

His hips jerked and you felt his cable sent an electric pulse through your core as thick strips of his fluids started to fill you. While kissing and clinging onto him, your hand moved to the bulge, pulsing and growing larger feeling his fluids fill you.

Breaking the kiss, Bumblebee vented heavily before kissing the inside of your neck, sucking against your skin gently as he caressed your entire body, worshipping you.

You welcomed his tender touches, his kindness, everything about him was simply beautiful and perfect.

After a time he slowly pulled out from your core, watching as his cable emerged and popped out, followed by his fluids that filled you.

Your belly still felt full which you loved, and ran your hand across your belly while letting out a hum of delight.

Carefully he moved to your side and laid on his back, bringing you closer against his chassis and the blanket just for you, wrapping his protective arms over your body as you nuzzled into him.

"I love you, Bee." You whisper into his neck as you slowly let sleep take over.

"I love you too, Y/A." Bee answers.

Indeed, he felt incredibly lucky to have you in his life.

[cocomintcat]

Hazbin Hotel x Seraph! Reader (platonic)

Info and get to know her

My first small oc idea that I'm making an x reader type deal! Info:

Reader: angel name Eliora, fallen name (y/n) || 150 years old? (aka 15 in human years ?? I'm guessing cuz Charlie presents like a 20 year old while being 200+ ) aka child seraph that is smaller than emily and around a few inches shorter than lucifer || blended Blush on the cheeks and nose, little heart nose

Angel form looks: gold halos around her neck, wrists and ankles along with above her head, eye on her collarbone area and one on the back of her hands, pastel/soft colors for this form, dress is a flowy yet comfortable gown with ballet flats || 6 wings from her head, can transfer them to be bigger wings on her back

Fallen: horns sprout from her forhead like Charlie and lucifer (because she's not acclimated properly to hell she can't hide them) || her gold halos are now black and slightly broken/bent) || she now has a heart tipped demon tail || more red colors but still light, colors darken with anger/negative emotions || main outfit is an sweetheart topped a-line dress with a black headpiece with an attached veil (your imagination to what you want the headpiece to be), for shoes she has simple black heels over some black tights || has both set of her wings (head and back) showing most of the time, her head wings act like ears now moving to her emotions

More notes: sweet, innocent but not necessarily naive (she knows things but is more innocent as inexperienced), shy, kind, sometimes there's not a thought behind those eyes (innocent puppy look), affectionate, can fight only to protect others, She is aroace (because I am and I said so)

Likes: chocolate, Saf, animals, Lucifer and Charlie, red and purple, lemon rasberry soda, hugs, seeing those she cares for happy

Dislikes: cruelty, unfair punishment, pure evil, the dark, being alone, the cold, others crying, herself crying in front of others, burdening others

Readers angel pet: a small seraph (just an eye with wings, basically acts like a bird + a puppy) named Saf (short name for a small seraph, get it, I'm not sorry)

Eliora is known as God's little princess, she's favored among the elders as she is very innocent, Adam likes her too (takes on older brother role). Though everyone thinks she's too sympathetic towards sinners and hellborns (alongside lucifer).

The fall, it wasn't really a fall as much as it was banishment. She got wrongly accused by a jealous winner who wanted to rise in ranks, she befriended Eliora only to betray her and frame her. Unfortunately no one believed Eliora's innocence even with proof that she was (fearing she had become too much like lucifer). She was banished to hell, she can't become too demonic since her sin wasn't true nor actually done that's why it lightly affects her appearance but the longer in hell she is her body will change to adjust.

When she was sent, Lucifer witnessed it, immediately taking her under his wing. He gave her the name (y/n) to help her try to move on. After a while of taking care of her he let's Charlie know of her existence. Of course this becomes found family and well you get it... It's a new adventure of reader joining the Magnes family to bring sinners to redemption!!

I'll do a more indepth Prologue but for know this is your summary and info to know!!

Spoiler-ish but the dynamics I plan:

Heaven

Adam- older brother

God- "bio" dad type feel (daddy issues anyone)

Lute- kinda mean cousin but cares deeply about you

Sarah- motherly friend

Emily- 100% big sister vibes

Bia (bee-uh) treh (tre-ey)- BFF (not for long)

Hell

Lucifer- adoptive dad that made everything better (actually her brother but acts more like a dad to her)

Charlie- she adopted (y/n) no choices allowed you are her sister now anyone who hurts you gets a first or second death (she's also technically ur niece but is that really a big deal?)

Vaggie- sister in law to the rescue (she knew you in heaven and is pissed for you)

Angel dust- big brother (he treats you like Molly ain't gonna let anyone forcefully take your innocents)

Husker- same as angel but more of a 2nd father figure (he got claws that he will use)

Alastor- weird uncle that becomes like a distant father figure (he trying to avoid soft spots but it seem you happen to remind him a bit of his mother [in the loving kindness sense])

Sir pentious- Weird cousin that is also weirdly a younger siblings that's actually older than you (immature older person with mature and caring younger)

Nifty- she is like a young aunt that acts like your older sister in a weird way and we love it

Rosie- Mom (need I say more lol)

Cherrybomb- your her Lil sister and she is going to bring you into all the chaos

(That's all I can remember atm I'll add more later)

Hopefully I feel motivated to do the prologue and parts soon (struggling rn)

[justaltruix227]

||Honeybee - Ranboo, Tubbo & Michael||

Song: Honeybee - Steam Powered Giraffe Art: FuzzyCryptid - YT Fandon: DSMP

"Oooo Ooo Oooo Ooo." The Enderman sat in a field of flowers humming to himself, tail flickering around as the wind carried some petals past.

"You didn't have to look my way." The Enderman tilts his head to the side, following the petals. Spotting the small ram and his son beginning to approach.

"Your eyes still haunt me to this day." A warm smile on the brunette's face slowly melted one on the Endermans' as well, Tubbos, mismatched eyes look down to the toddler in his arms.

"But you did. Yes, you did" The Enderman looks down to the allium he's holding and then back up to his boy.

"You didn't have to say my name" As Tubbo got closer, Ranboo reached over and placed the flower between Michael's ear.

"Ignite my circuits and start a flame. But you did." A smile formed on Michael's face as the two of them sat down to join the Enderman.

"Oh, Turpentine erase me whole." The memory of that day starts to go dark, as Ranboo's memory slips.

"Cause I don't want to live my life alone." Ranboo reaches a hand out to try and get Tubbo's attention, only for the Ram's blackout figure to move further away.

-

"Well, I was waiting for you all my life." Ranboo closed his outstretched hand, tears staining his face as he sat up.

"Oh." A small bzt comes from his hand as he begins to open the tightly closed fist.

"Why" A small honeybee sits in his palm, wings a little crinkled but not damaged from the pressure.

"Set me free, my... honey-bee," The bee begins to fly away. A small smile on his face as tears formed.

"Ho-ney-Bee." The bumblebee flies around the Enderman a few times before taking off for good. A sad chuckle as the Enderman gets up for the day.

-

"You didn't have to smile at me." An image of Tubbo comes into his mind when they first met, so innocent and sweet. His bee boy.

A soft smile on his face, horns barely showing past his fringe as he wore his green shirt. "Your grin's the sweetest that I've ever seen." Comparing the ram to how he looks now.

Scars trailing over his body from the firework, a detonation button for his nukes in hand. "But you did. Yes, you did." But he still had a smile on his face, he was still him, he still was his bee.

-

"You didn't have to offer your hand." He remembers following Tubbo around with a grass block on him, the ram talking his ear off about his plans to build Snowchester.

-

"Cause since I've kissed it I am at your command." A smile on their faces as they talk to Foolish about building them a mansion to live in together. "But you did."

-

"Oh, Turpentine erase me whole," The duo explained to Tommy how they fell in love after the marriage. Tom's mouth was wide open with shock but congratulated them.

-

"I don't want to live my life alone." Ranboo made it back to his house, only to find out his 'Do Not Read' book was missing, only to later find it in one of his double chests.

-

"I was waiting for you all my life." Reaching Dream's cell in Pandora's Vault he shifted awkwardly as Dream began to thank the hybrid for the help, Ranboo denied any form of help as Dream revealed his chest was full of copies of his missing book.

"Oh," Opening one of the books, he's met with the realisation the front page is blank...

"Why." Only a :) on the page.

"Set me free, my... honey-Bee." Ranboo began to freak out, as blocks around him began to collapse, and the prison floor began to crumble around him, causing him to fall to his death in the pit of lava.

-

"Ho-ney-Bee." He awakes in his obsidian 'panic room' rocking back and forward. The signs around the room provide no comfort. He cries as he tries to remember anything. His friends, his enemies, what side he was on - anything.

-

"Hello Goodbye, Twas nice to know you." Ranboo goes to find another stronghold, deciding to make a lab for him to relearn the powers he's long forgotten.

Honeybee.

"How I find myself without you" He reaches for the potion labelled 'remember test #1'. Hands shaking as he gulped it down as he sat in his lab.

-

"That I'll never know." He panics as he flips through his first memory book. Seeming frustrated with the words, he lights a fire.

Honeybee.

"I let myself go." As he slowly moves the book to the flame, the sides of the book begin to catch aflame. Only to quickly put out the flames realising to burn the book would mean to forget.

I let myself go.

-

"Hello Goodbye, I'm rather crazy." The cold breeze hit his face as he realised Nikki and Technoblade saw him. After talking to him and getting his opinion on things, they began to loosen up.

"And I never thought I was crazy." The two extended an invitation to The Syndicate with open arms. Only to have them discuss Snowchester. -

"But what do I know?" Ranboo runs into his and Tubbo's home to destroy the ladders up to Michael's room.

But what do I know?

"I let myself go." Finally exhaling as The Syndicate leaves, a chuckle of relief comes from Tubbo as he gently punches the Enderman's arm.

I let myself go.

-

"Honeybee." The chilled air flows through the window in Snowchester, Ranboo takes a second to regain his composure as a tear slides down his face because of the memories.

"Honeybee." He looks down at the rose sitting on the window sill, a small bee landed comfortably on the petals. the buzzing providing comfort.

Honeybee.

"Hello Goodbye, Twas nice to know you." He hears soft giggles behind him from his son.

"How I find myself without you." "That I'll never know." He wipes the tears off his face as he turns and smiles at the toddler. The piglin gave a warm smile to the enderman as he waved to his dad.

Honeybee.

"I let myself go." Ranboo walks over and leans down to place a kiss on Michael's forehead before moving back to the stove.

"Hello goodbye, I'm rather crazy." A sigh leaves his mouth as he's glad he's back in the present. He begins to make the rest of the pancakes.

-

"And I never thought I was crazy" He remembers finding Micheal in the nether.

But what do I know?" The smile on the Piglin's face when he saw the gold carrots in Ranboo's hand.

But what do I know?

I let myself go" Micheal laughed at Tubbo and Ranboo as they caught him a new chicken.

I let myself go.

Hello Goodbye, twas was nice to know you." Tuboo and Micheal sit patiently as Ranboo sets the timer of a camera before sprinting over to them. Smiles on all their faces.

That I'll never know.

-

"How I find myself without you." A small thump and something grabbing his leg causes the Enderman to look down.

"Hello Goodbye, I'm rather crazy." The piglin clings to his leg smiling up as Ranboo bends down to pick him up.

I let myself go.

"And I never thought I was crazy." He boops the kid's nose as he places him on the table next to where he's cooking.

Hello Goodbye, twas was nice to know you." Michael scoffs down the pancakes before taking Ranboo's hand to play with him.

But what do I know?

How I find myself without you." Ranboo smiles as he gets onto his knees to play blocks with his son, his tail flicking around.

"Hello Goodbye, I'm rather crazy." The enderman's focus on building the perfect tower stops him from hearing the door click.

"And I never thought I was crazy." Just as he finishes placing the last block, the Piglin is up and running to the door. A small brunette walks in shrugging his jacket off with a smile on his face.

Now you have to go.

[moonlight-tmd]

Thinking about little Bee being found by Optimus out on the streets. [Part 1]

OP had just lost his friend Elita- the grief had overtook his mind and he was put on a leave until things have cleared up, the two had... a special kind of friendship. He was going back to his quarters in Iacon Minor when he heard yelling in some alley.

"You little pest! I'll show you what happens when you steal-!" He saw a neutral bot holding up a tiny yellow Sparkling by the scruff, servo-held blaster aimed for its helm.

His instincts kicked in and he rushed at the bot and strangled him. The bot dropped the Sparkling and the blaster, once Optimus managed to knock him out he wanted to make sure the Sparkling was okay but there was no one but him there. It must have run off, he tried looking for it but no success. He decided to go back to his quarters.

He kept thinking about that situation- what was a Sparkling doing there? Sparklings should not wander out on streets, they should be with their parents or a caretaker. This one was all alone... His processor would not leave him alone about it, he found himself periodicaly visiting the area he saw the Sparkling in, looking into other alleys in hopes to find it.

Few times he thought he saw a brief flash of yellow scurrying away into some crack near the various restaurants or dumpsters but he could never catch it. One time his search was interrupted by a group of rough-looking bots- apparently the bot he beat up earlier was a part of some gang and they decided to take their payback. They left him dented in the trash with missing parts. Blurry vision slowly returned back to normal and he sat up- there it was, the tiny yellow Sparkling stood right in front of him, expression unclear, it only looked at him with these big blue optics. He could see it had two little horns, its frame was littered with scratches and half-healed dents...

"You need help." Its tiny quiet voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The tiny Sparkling was holding some small container, it walked closer to him and pulled out few torn up fabric pieces. It grabbed his digit and Optimus let it pull his servo closer to it. "You helped me, so now I'll help you." It said as it wrapped the pieces around his servo and stabilizer in a makeshift bandaid. There wasn't much of them in the first place so that's all that got treated.

"You need to avoid these guys. They'll hurt everyone they don't like." The Sparkling said, Optimus tried to ask few questions; What's your name? Where are your parents? The Sparkling stood quiet for a bit before flinching and quickly looking in some direction- alarmed Optimus looked in the same direction- there was nothing there... When he looked back the Sparkling was gone.

The next times he's been looking in the area were more succesful- he actually managed to spot the tiny Sparkling trying to climb into some backside dumpster of some food place. It got startled when he called out to it, tried to run again but stopped when Optimus started speaking. It again didn't answer any of his questions, he guessed it was hungry and told it to wait and that he'll be right back. He went into the shop and bought some freshly baked goods before going back behind the building. The Sparkling wasn't there, but it didn't take long before it came out of the hiding when he called. He offered it the food and after a little bit of hesitation the bitlet latched onto it and took it out of his servo and stuffed his little intake with it. It must have been very hungry...

They sat on some crates as the little one finished another rust bun. The Sparkling actually talked to him this time- his name was Bumblebee (his age could be equal to human 5 year old, he was so small he didn't even reach OP's knee joint). They talked for a bit- Bee told him he knew he was trying to find him. Later Bumblebee said he had to go, Optimus tried to offer helping him get back but Bee had already run off to some other alley.

Surprisingly, the next cycle(day) he was in the same place, near the dumpster. It would seem he was waiting for Optimus to get here. This repeated for few cycles, one time Bee asked Optimus to follow him. It was surprising how well the little Sparkling navigated thru the back alleys and tight corridors between buildings, like he knew the area from memory. After some time they reached some closed off alley with a shelter build from scraps, crates and some tarp. "This is my home." Bee has said when Optimus asked what that was.

Bee refused to leave so from then on Optimus visited Bee's little shack almost every cycle. He brought him fresh food and fuel every time, even energon. The times he couldn't go because of work he made sure to bring more food to make up for his absence. Sometimes they talked- Bee was very crafty and knew a lot about survival for his age. Optimus didn't know if it was more impressive or concerning. One time he tried to pet his helm, but the Sparkling just flinched away and looked at him warily.

Then a decacycle(week) later, the post-effects of the Archa-7 incident happened- he was demoted to low ranking Prime- he has been assigned to datawork until further notice. He came back home sad and grabbed a can of high grade mix to drown the sorrows in. Before he could open it tho he noticed droplets on the window- it wasn't water, Cybertron didn't have normal rain. What it did have were acidic downpours that made unprotected metal rust. The image of Bee's poor and unstable shelter flashed in his mind. Without a nanoklik to spare be grabbed a protective hover-shield (their sort of umbrella) and rushed down the roads to the area Bee lived in. Upon arrival he saw the shelter- it was caved in, the already rusted scrap in it getting more holes the more acid fell down. He called, nothing. He was about to move onto another spot when he noticed a piece of tarp hanging out of some low-placed airvent. Most of the screws were gone so it was easy to open it. Inside sat little Bumblebee, wrapped up in the tarp that used to be on the shelter, he appeared to be recharging.

He couldn't stay here, Optimus gently took him out of the vent- Bee was so cold to the touch- he placed him on his seat and drove back to his quarters.

Bumblebee woke up in something soft, it took him a bit to become alarmed cuz his vent wasn't soft at all. He was in some big room, on a big berth, wrapped up not in tarp but a warm blanket. Then someone entered the room, it was Optimus. "Hey Bumblebee." His voice was quiet as if to not startle the Sparkling further. The soft smile accompanied by the gentle gaze of his optics. "Did you recharge well?"

Optimus explained Bee was in his private quarters and that Bee can stay as long as he wants. He brought him some homemade fuel-stew that Bee ate right up. Later he took Bee for a bath cuz he was very much dirty. He was careful with the areas that still had healing wounds, he treated those later.

Optimus let Bee recharge in his berth while he crashed at the couch in the guest room. The next cycle Optimus woke up and checked on Bee the berth was empty. Going into full panic mode he looked everywhere in every room before finally crashing into the kitchen and seeing Bee stitting on the counter monching on some rust sticks. Turns out Bee usually started his cycle way earlier than Optimus- as in 2 joors(hours) earlier than Optimus.

They ate the morning meal and Optimus had to leave for work, much to his displease. He made sure Bee could access anything he needed and told him when he'll be back and to not touch certain stuff that might cause him harm. Even tho he knew Bee could take care of himself he couldn't help but be anxious the whole time.

They were getting along just fine, Optimus sure was happy when Bee didn't flinch and let him pet his helm. He even bought him some toys, Bee didn't seem to be interested in them much, except for one- the little stuffed blue-silver seeker toy with yellow eyes. Bee always seemed to carry it around, he always had it when Optimus put him to recharge.

Then one time when Optimus was going back from some other part of Iacon he noticed something, a familiar faceplate right on one of the holo-leaflets on the info-board. "Missing Sparkling. If found, please contact..." there was a contact number and address of Iacon's Carequarters. He looked at the notice stunned... Bumblebee was from an orphanage? The little Sparkling never told him why he was living on the streets nor where he was from or if he had any relatives. He didn't know what to feel... he took the leaflet with him and hid it to look at later.

The next day when Optimus left for work Bee thought it would be good to look around the quarters some more. He was there for few cycles now. He knew the layout of some of the rooms but there were still some places he had yet to look around. He looked thru the washroom, the room that was used as a storage and the one he saw Optimus walk into a few times. It was a workplace filled with files and some other stuff for grown-up work. He looked around and was about to leave but then he noticed something different hanging from the edge of the desk. He manged to push some box near and grab it-...

Optimus came back home a bit later than usual, he went to the new cafeteria that opened up and bought some sweets to share with Bee. "Bumblebee! I'm back!" He called out, but there was no response. He looked around the quarters still calling out, he hoped the Sparkling was playing hide and seek again but he didn't find him. He looked thru every cabinet and storage unit but nothing. Bumblebee was just gone. The panic only rose when during his search he noticed fuel and med supplies missing from certain cabinets.

He drove down to Bee's camping spot but found nothing more than the still-broken shelter from the downpour. He kept looking, panic and worry fueled his thoughts to find Bee. The solar cycle was ending, lunar planets slowy making an appearence as the lunar cycle was closer. His attenention got caught on some chatter outside some low-end night club. "Aww, lil' pretty thing- C'mon, we can have some fun.~" "No- let me go!"

Optimus saw some small-class grounder holding little Bee's arm while he tried to break free. "LET GO OF HIM!!" The next thing the drunk creep-bot felt was a hard punch to the face before he ran for his life. In the meantime Bee ran too, he tried to lose Optimus in the alleys but the big bot caught up to him quickly- "Leave me alone!!" He tried to break free from Optimus' grasp the same way he tried to get away from that creepy old bot.

"Bumblebee- please-" "NO!" Bee broke free and continued yelling. "You want to put me in that evil place again!" Tears streaming down his everlasting unclear expression, but now it was scrunched up in hurt.

" 'Evil place'-?" "The Carequarters!... Don't lie, I saw the leaflet! You wanna send me back to that place!" Optimus was frozen, was this why Bee ran away?

Bee was about to run off again when Optimus spoke up. "No, Bee wait-! I wasn't gonna put you in the Carequarters! This is a misunderstanding!"

"..What?" Bee sniffled, Optimus' expression softened from distressed to worried. "Bumblebee... I know you have reasons not to trust people, and I know you don't trust me fully. But I promise you, I will never do anything to hurt you. If you don't wanna go back there then I won't force you to. I'll do anything to protect you." Optimus slowly opened his arms to Bee, hesitantly the little Sparkling carefully stepped closer to him and let Optimus gently pull him into a hug. "I was so worried..." He whispered, relief washing over him as he held the bitlet close.

They got back to Optimus' quarters and Optimus treated the fresh cuts Bee had gotten, both sat in silence. Optimus, both curious and worried decided to start a small talk.

"Bumblebee?" The Sparkling only hummed in return, letting him know he heard it. "If I may ask... why do you not want to go back to Carequarters?"

Bee was silent, his gaze was focused somewhere on the floor. Optimus thought it was another answerless question but then the bitlet spoke up. "...Everyone hates me there."

"Really?" Bee nodded, "Surely there is someone who likes you, isn't there?" Optimus found it hard to belive that everyone in the entire Carequarters would dislike a Sparkling like Bee.

"Nu-uh. No one..." Bee shook his head before continuing. "Other kids bully me all the time. The staff isn't better either... but the boss is the worst. She makes me do all the chores and locks me in storage if I do something she doesn't like."

"Living on the streets is better than this." Optimus couldn't believe this was true... yet, what things some of the professional work sectors he was in allowed.... he could see this and worse happening in spaces that were supposed to be safe for Sparklings.

Optimus finished patching up Bee and gave him some warm fuel. It was late and Bee was tired. Optimus took him to berth and tucked him in. "Could I stay here for a while?" He sleepily asked, recharge clawing at him.

"Yes, Bumblebee. Stay as long as you want." Optimus said quietly while rubbing the Sparkling's back, coaxing him to get the much needed recharge.

Bee hummed... "Then... can I stay forever?" As much as he tried to stay up a little while longer, the tiredness claimed him. Optimus' Spark fluttered at the request. He knew the little Sparkling captured his Spark the moment he saw him in the alley, he couldn't help but whisper "Yes, bitty... This is your new home.".

When he was sure Bee was fast in recharge he went to his work-dedicated room and looked up the Carequarters Bee was kept in. Despite the somewhat good reviews he used every resource and privillage he still had and send mass-reports to the Sparkling Protection Services.

It had worked very well because just 2 cycles from when he send reports, the facility was mass-changing staff. Now there was one thing left to do...

Bee and Optimus were sitting in the guest room on the couch, the news played on the big screen but Optimus wasn't listening. His attention was on the little Sparkling sitting in his lap and playing with the new puzzle toy.

"Hey Bumblebee?" Optimus spoke up, getting the bitlet's attention. "Were you ever adopted?"

That question seemed to catch Bee off-guard, he was quiet for a bit before he shook his helm sadly. "Uh-uh.."

"Would you like to be?" Little Sparkling looked up at Optimus with wide optics, almost as if it was the first time he ever heard that being said to him... probably it was. "I could be your Sire if you want to."

"...You would?" Bee sounded unsure, as if he didn't really believe what was being said to him. Optimus' smile only grew warmer. "I would be honored to."

Bee stared at him for the longest time before tears appeared in his optics, he rubbed them out. "...Yeah. I want that." Bee said and snuggled into Optimus' hug.

Optimus had to call the Carequarters to report the missing Sparkling found and that he wanted to adopt him. Of course, the new manager was very kind and relieved that the lost bitty was safe and sound and found a new family. Bee was sceptical to the idea of going to the Carequarters but Optimus assured him a thousand times over that this will be the last time he'll ever be in that place and that from then on they'll be a happy family. So they drove down to the facility, Bee held onto Optimus as they walked to the office with the new manager. Optimus signed the adoption form and Bee left the little servo print in the right place as his signature since he didn't know how to write yet- a permission for Optimus to adopt him and take him. After getting Bee's documents they left back home. Bee's new, permanent home.

After Optimus put Bee to recharge he called his good friend Ratchet. "Ah yeah, it would be about time you take that stray Sparkling you've been tellin' me about for a check-up." "Not stray anymore... I adopted him." Ratchet could hear Optimus' smile over the audio-call. "Well, congrats then! I have a free window tomorrow so you can bring him in then." Ratchet had a tight schedule so it was hard to get a place for a fixing with Cybertron's most skilled mechanic/physical medic. For his friends however he always found a spot out of the waiting line.

So Optimus was scheduled to bring Bee for an appointment the next cycle, and it would have been fine.... If it wasn't for Sentinel who finally decided to speak to Optimus again since the demotion. He showed up at his door few joors before the appointment for some files and didn't listen when Optimus told him to wait by the door while he gets them. He, as usual, invited himself into the guest room to crash on the couch and chat but instead saw Bumblebee playing with toys. "Why is your chin so big?" Bee's comment broke the awkward stare down between the two.

"I got those files you wanted-" Optimus came into the room after seeing the door he left slightly ajar were full-open. Sentinel shot a look at Optimus. "You need to explain yourself."

Bee was left to play with his toys while the two talked by the door. "You didn't tell me you were... you know." Sentinel whispered accusedly, making Optimus confused for a bit before realizing. "What? No, I wasn't!"

"Then where did he-" "I... found him out on the streets." Optimus explained. "I took him in and now he's my Sparkling."

Sentinel was quiet, it was odd... "He looks like-" "I know. It's... incredible how similar they look."

Optimus managed to get Sentinel out so they could prepare for a visit to Ratchet. Bee was unsure of the medbay but Optimus assured him Ratchet is there to help. Ratchet did some scans and suddenly it became a full-on system check, the results he got back were not pleasing him and Optimus noticed the worried scowl as he looked at the scans. Optimus tried not to be stressed when Ratchet asked him to speak outside the room for a bit and Bee was left fiddling with the fidget toys.

It turned out Bee was defective. There was several wiring mishaps and system programming errors. The malnutrition and mistreatment of wounds from the time he was in Carequarters and streets took a toll on his frame and hindered his development, meaning that he won't grow very big and most likely end up a minibot.

"I understand... and I'll do anything to help him." Optimus was ready to do all he could to make sure Bee will be alright. "I'll give you contact to other professionalists that'll help you, unfortunately I can't do much here."

Bee, of course, was curious enough to jump off the med table and eavesdrop the conversation, he climbed back up just in time for the two to enter the room again. It became apparent that he did that when they came back home and Bee asked "Why am I broken?". Optimus told him it was okay and that sometimes things happen whether we want it or not.

Outside of physical defects, Bumblebee had a glitch that nearly removed his emotions. It would explain why the yellow bitty was so apathetic and always had that unclear expression with big optics, it really only changed when he was tired or hurt. Come to think of it, Optimus never heard him laugh either. They went to the doctor who was able to help with the system glitches, Bee was comforted by Optimus while he was being put under temporary stasis, Optimus was also there when he woke up after the procedure. "Weird..." Bee replied when Optimus asked how he felt. "It's okay. You'll get used to it." The doctor reassured, Bee was given praise for being so brave. The doctor told Optimus that glitches like that are bound to have some minor side effects even after patching but there shouldn't be much issues. If he did notice something happening, he do should come back.

After Optimus adopted Bee, he took a long parenting leave and started cleaning up the room used as storage. Soon, it became Bee's own room so he didn't have to sleep in Optimus' berth with him. Bee had everything a little Sparkling would need growing up, Optimus noticed he liked the fidget toys so he got him a bunch of those. He also got to experience Bee's curiosity for tinkering when he somehow snatched a clock off the wall, took it apart and tried to put it back together...

Few cycles after the procedure Bee was still getting used to feeling new things. His only senses were knowing if something's right or wrong, safe or unsafe. Now there was a whole lot of new things, it felt like he was thrown into liquid without the ability to float. Optimus was there for him every step of the way, he explained what each emotion meant whenever Bee asked. Bee found it weird to laugh, things that would make him slightly uncomfortable in the past now made him burst into giggles. He also found it very annoying that things that he counted as 'unsafe' now got a whole lot extra 'unsafe' points on the scale. The new level of 'unsafe' that made him scream and even cry. One lunar cycle Bee woke up in a panic- the crying woke up Optimus who rushed to checked on Bee and found him terrified in his own berth. Bee couldn't say anything, he only sobbed while Optimus held him close and comforted him. Why did this horrible thing only happened now?

Bee never had nightmares. When he was in Carequarters he would go to recharge much later than the rest of the Sparklings so he always passed out on his berth only to get energy for the next cycle. While living on the streets he couldn't recharge too much because everything was out to get him; wirerats, gangsters, other homeless bots. He was always on guard and made sure the spot he was resting in was safe first. Now that he didn't have to worry about surviving, that he knew what safety and comfort felt like... the terror could truly set in.

It took a while before Optimus got Bee to calm down. Bee refused to recharge on his own, he was far too scared and still learning how to cope with emotions. Optimus took him to his room and let him cuddle up on his chassis. He hummed him a lullaby to soothe him, he glanced down and found his little bitty sleepily looking up at him. "Don't worry Bumblebee, everything is okay now."

Little Bee smiled at him and snuggled close. Before recharge fully claimed him again, Optimus heard him whisper "...thank you, Sire..". Warmth pulsed thru him, that was the first time Bee called him 'Sire'. Optimus could not have been happier. After that, Bee was using the word 'Sire' more often instead of 'Opi' that he sometimes called Optimus.

Along with the documents from the Carequarters, Optimus got Bee's forging date so they could celebrate his Creationday. Bee was very confused when his Sire made so much sweets and got him so much gifts for that one cycle he never heard of- that apparently was all about him! After celebrating and eating the very tasty cake Optimus took him for a ride into the park a little further away from the city. Turns out, it wasn't much of a surprise like Optimus wanted it to be cuz Bee has already been to that park twice- it was a really long walk but he did it. Bee still enjoyed being there, it was so different from the dark smoggy alleys or shiny tall buildings. Optimus was having fun at first, it did change however when Bee asked if he wanted to see something cool and led him to some spot with a hole in the rocks. He disappeared for a bit and pulled out a masked crate filled with contraband from said hole. Apparently, some local thugs were using this spot as a stash and a tiny little Sparkling saw them put the goods in there and busted them just now. Bee never knew why Optimus was not happy with that, they found treasure!

Aaaaand that's it for this one. Sheesh, it's long. Hope you liked the new, remade version of Optimus being Bee's dad as well as the tragic backstory of Bee being put to use. Stay tuned cuz more of that coming soon.

[funhouse-mirror-barbie]

Rating Hazbin + Helluva Boss Characters based on if I could tell what animal/creature they’re supposed to be:

DISCLAIMER: This is not an attack on the creators or artists/designers for either show. I already went over the purpose of this on my first post here—I just like to review stuff.

Part 2!

SIR PENTIOUS—SNAKE—5/5

Yeah that’s a snake, man.

While I find some of Pent’s design elements cluttered, he’s actually one of the stronger designs in my opinion. I think the having his cobra hood act as his hair is fun and cleaver. It’s very easy to tell he’s a snake. Not sure why he has eyes on his tail/body? I think they could have just made them red spots but eh.

QUEEN BEE—FOX (?) WITH HONEY BEE ELEMENTS (?)—3.5/5

Bee’s a weird one for me b/c while her design is super super cluttered I can SEE how it could work, and I really do like fun cute fox and wolf girls. The ONLY reason that docked points is b/c she’s supposed to be a fox/bee hybrid (I believe?) but her “bee” elements are so minute that if I hadn’t seen her in a big beehive, I would have just assumed she was as a fox with fairy/insect elements—I wouldn’t have thought she was connected to a honey bee at all. It’s a weird case where she is VERY obviously a fox but it’s not obvious at all that she’s a bee/honey bee. I did want to give a little extra half-point tho b/c I do like her little antennae ears. They’re pretty much the only thing that screams “insect” to me.

STELLA GOETIA—SWAN (?)—3/5

I think I may be going a little easier on the Helluva cast b/c overall they’re easier to figure out what animals they are. I’ve heard that Stella is supposed to be a Swan but I’m not 100% sure. This one is def more on me, but I initially thought that she was either a secretary bird due to her long lashes and the way her hair is styled, or a peafowl (which would make sense b/c her brother is apparently a peacock?) at least I can tell that she is a bird and her colors are accurate for a swan’s. I think the reason I would never have thought of her as a swan is mostly due to her beak size and color. But yeah b/c I can at least confirm that she is in fact a bird I wanna give her a higher score.

I would rate Pilot Stella too, but I don’t think at that point she was meant to be a swan, just a vague bird demon lady. At least I hope not.

MAMMON—SPIDER (OR CENTIPEDE? MAYBE??) —0.5/5

So. Like Angel Dust. The only reason I know that Mammon is a spider is because he was shown sitting on a giant spider web.

I really didn’t think he was a spider/spider-ish looking at all and I still don’t. Even the extra eyes they add to him sometimes didn’t immediately make me think “Spider!” just that it was a demon thing. He really just looks like a jester with extra arms.

His full demon/mega form also doesn’t look very spider-ish tbh, and was what made me wonder if he was actually supposed to be a centipede? I was really disappointed by his “final form” because it’s pretty much the same as his regular form but with more eyes and what I assume is SUPPOSED to be a spider abdomen ?? But then he does kinda scuttle like a centipede at the end so maybe he is supposed to be???? But then why does he have a big spider web???

Also, and I’ll be honest, this is just me being needlessly nit-picky and it’s a small thing but it just irks me personally b/c I don’t understand the reasoning behind this but like. I HATE that his extra eyes DO NOT stay consistent.

The first time we see his extra eyes it gives him a total of 8 so I was like “oh okay yeah so maybe just his final form will be a spider/spider-like BUT THEN HIS EXTRA EYES KEEP OSCILLATING BETWEEN 3 and 4 EXTRA EYES?

These shots are only a few seconds apart like why did they give him MORE eyes when he got farther away? They’re so small that they barely seem distinct? Like if he IS supposed to be a spider you don’t have to keep giving him eyes!!! Stop, stop, he can already see!!! 😭

Maybe he IS a centipede tho? B/c he DOES seem to have the little centipede butt horns (which apparently are just their very hind legs in real life)

And he def seems to move like one in that form. Man idk. Why even HAVE him in a spider web then???

Being an arthropod lover and not being able to figure out what the fuck kinda guy that’s supposed to be is driving me wild tbh 😅

Honestly if Mammon was just supposed to be a clown/jester I would have given him 5/5 b/c yeah that was immediately obvious. But it’s him being a jester-spider-centipede-thing that muddles things for me.

I would put Loona in here but I ran out of pictures for this post talking about Mammons eyes. She gets 5/5 cause. Yeah that’s a classic wolf girl.

[wingedjewels]

Dreaming of Spring!!! by Debbie Meader Via Flickr: A hard working Small Long-horned Bee covered in Pollen. The Bee was gathering pollen from our Black-eyed Susan Flowers. Spring is only about two weeks away .... now if we would stop getting snow every monring! At least it melts by noon :)

[eldritch-spouse]

So... What's Mother Miara like in heat? 👀

[Fem reader.]

Not pretty.

Mother has... Intense heats, to say the least.

You're given a heads up thankfully, you must. It's a bit hard to ignore when the angels around the island start ushering residents into their homes and running around madly. You'll see guardians tidying up locations, putting fragile things away safely, ushering animals into thicker greenery. Warriors organize and hover around like anxious bees, doing a lot of the lifting and consulting the worshippers, who are constantly dealing out orders to maximize safety and Mother's comfort.

Mother herself takes the time to sit you down with her, calmly explaining what she will be going through, and what you should expect from her during this period of time. You may notice that, at this stage, she's already a little unstable, as she might lick her lips excessively amidst the conversation, or blink rapidly.

Above all, she wants you to know that her estrus won't fall entirely on your shoulders. You are much too sweet and small for something as demanding as a creator's raging hormones. No, her celestials will be there every step of the way. To prepare you, to calm Mother, to make sure you never get wounded. Everything shall be just fine, she assures you.

You're given some space anyway, to process this information and consult with the many angels, especially Jonesy, who is very much frantic about you learning how to please Miara and behaving so that everyone has an easy time. He's extremely stressed, don't get on his nerves too much.

While Mother sits and rests further away from the main areas of her island, mingling with nature so that she may offer her people some calm before the incoming storm, you're all but kidnapped by archangels, guardians and principalities, the care-focused angels preparing ceremonial garbs and veils for you, feeding you a strict diet of ingredients that increase energy as well as libido. All of them murmur encouragements to you, singing and chirping, playing their melodious string instruments to keep you at ease.

You'll enjoy yourself, they promise, there's nothing like Mother Miara's love!

And then... Then it starts.

You wake up to the ground trembling.

Mother is bare, putting aside her long head dress, the front tossed over her shoulder. The sight of her kneeling on the ground, cock jutting luridly while several angels fly around her, is incredibly. It's like watching a kaiju get circled by pilots, except Miara's angels aren't there to violently subdue their siadar, they search for safe landing spots and worship her fervently. Kissing at her face, lips, horns, neck, clinging to her chest and arms and sliding down her hips to gather around her length, shameless in their adoration. They coo and chirp appeasingly whenever she grunts and growls, thrusting aimlessly in search of friction she can't get in her current size.

You don't know for how long you stuck there watching Miara drool and pant and snarl for them to work harder, but it was long enough that she caught on, shivering hard before her gaze snapped to your peeping form with pinpoint accuracy. The scare was sudden enough to nearly slap the soul of your body.

Thankfully, the goddess doesn't get to act, rolling her eyes and head back in a shattering orgasm while dominions and virtues drag you away for your own safety. They look scared shitless, so naturally, you are too. Last minute checkups on your state are done, before, surprisingly, they start playing with you.

Warriors casts are usually not very gentle, and they're all in a rush, so it's more as if you're being groped and pushed around, senselessly fondled, although the roughness of it gets you hotter than you'd care to admit. By the time your sixth sense picks up on a presence way too close, you don't need to guess too hard who's casting the massive shadow behind you. The angels scatter in all directions are you're left to fsce Miara, who pants down at you with blown pupils and an impossibly hard cock, every breath of hers fanning your hair.

She moans just at the sight of you, it's a desperate yet relieved noise, eyes somehow intense and soft all at once.

You knew then, your fate for the rest of her heat was sealed.

Not that you're coherent for most of it. In fact, your memory fails you. All you recall is being held, Mother shrinking for convenience, endless orgasmic bliss, her sounds, the cooing of angels as you race in and out of consciousness, laughing, shrieking, so much fluid... Was that all you? When she's composed enough to speak, Miara's dulcet praise and rabid encouragement burns itself into your frontal lobe.

You can recall glimpses of Mother's own angels trying to convince her to let you go, concerned for your health and sanity. Then there's moments where you remember those very same celestials glued to you like no more than mindlessly horny beasts, wanting a turn with the goddess-cum-soaked human.

It's all a blur, a mixed, mildly concerning blur.

And then, one day, you just wake up on Miara's lap. She's clothed again. Calm, clean, presentable, greeting you as if nothing had transpired. It's a bit hard to believe you didn't hallucinate the whole thing.

In fact, the only proving it did happen is the state of disarray the island finds itself in, guardians hastily cleaning everything as fast as they can, archangels more than ready to nurse you to tip top shape.

Throughout all of this, there's only one question repeating over and over in your mind like a broken record.

Are you pregnant?

You dare not ask Mother.

[cozzzynook]

Got anything more of pleasure not bumblebee and blitzwing

I like to change things up and get creative so in this brain twist Blitzwing finds pleasurebot Bee accepting some shanix from a high ranking councilman. Said councilman is on the decepticons growing list of political figures deemed necessary of removing permanently.

He ponders off lining the council bot right there but decides against it when he gets a good look at the yellow mini.

Slender, pede strut heels and a frame so close to a femme he was double guessing his scans stating this was a mecha. The yellow horns drew him in but the door wings that lay flat with a subtle bob of surprise so alike yet so different from his own had him freezing.

He was immediately captivated by the sight of those flightless wings and the peculiar shade of orange in the mini’s optics left his internal exhaust and engine malfunctioning.

He felt his wings fan out against his will as his double engines revved inappropriately, catching the minis attention.

When orange optics turned to look at him startled Blitzwing understood what mechas meant by spark at first glance.

He was fancy to poems and literature but in all his enjoyment of such classics he never paid much mind to the romance of it all.

He wishes now that he had.

He desperately wishes to say something but his vox refuses and his servos cramp with tightness as stablizers remain rooted in the ground.

He wants for the mini and the mini looks at far too long with tilted wings that beg eager and plead curious in giving permission to come and touch.

But the councilman is not in favor of this and makes a show of reminding both himself and the beautiful mini bot just what kind of life he lives.

The shanix is smashed into the minis smaller hand and Blitzwing growls deciding he could rip the bots memory file out later as he stalks towards him.

In better light the cowardice council bot sees exactly who he is and knows to fear. It bothers a spot in his spark he didn’t know still remained as he watched the cowardly bot hide behind the pleasuring mini who looks ashamed and startled before being pushed forward and almost hitting the ground.

Blitzwing felt it silly being so thankful for his battle prowess coming in handy to keep the mecha from falling. But at full touch and close field, he treasures it.

“Jou..are jou okay?”

“Yeah,” the mini let out still transfixed on his face plate, “I’m fine. thank you,” the mecha spoke.

He didn’t need to know that Blitzwing sent a silent blast blowing a hole through the cowardice bots spark. With the processor left untouched they would successfully pull any information needed.

But that could be dealt with at a later time.

Right now,

“May I ask, vhat is jour designation?”

“Bumblebee,” the mini pressed two small servos to the curve of his chassis feeling the heat of his double engines and the steady thrum of his spark beneath the purple insignia.

“And yours?”

“Blitzwing,” his red optic captured intimately the part of the smaller mechs intake as he repeated his designation for the very first time and Blitzwing found himself saving this memory under his classified date bank.

“Thank you for helping me Blitzwing. But-well you saw —so—I mean you know that I.”

“Vork is vork, hummelchen. I can assure jou, there vill be no judgment here,” he spoke truthfully with a glance to his decepticon brand.

“I am more than familiar vith life bringing..odd changes and doing vhat is necessary for survival.”

“you..don’t mind?”

“Not at all, small one,” Blitzwing can’t remember the last time he genuinely smiled at another but he can say he likes the shine in the orange optics at giving it.

“In fact, I vould like it if..I could learn more..about jou and all zat jou do, hummelchen. If jou don’t mind?”

The raise of yellow door wings sound symphonies of courting and conjux ritus in Blitzwings audials. He soaks in the smile and pulse of emotion Bumblebee gives off with such readiness and decides then he could spend the rest of his life cycle drowning in such ecstasy.

“A pleasure to meet jou, mein hummelchen.”

Bumblebee usually felt a numbness to being picked up and watched, such as his daily line of work entails of him. But this time was different.

This time, he hoped those optics and servos never looked away and would not stop holding him anytime soon.

-

[rawmeknockout]

starbee soft first time?

i love them i love them i fucking loev them

"I can take it," Bee's voice is so soft in the serene desert air, but Starscream's vents stay stalled. He doesn't dare push into the little Beetle's valve, the tip of his spike pressed insistently to Bee's velvety lips. He just sits and gathers maddening amounts of lubricant as the minibot's wet array clenches down on empty space. Bumblebee doesn't need to ask, he can see it across Starscream's stern expression: he's scared. Terrified of hurting the little mech. It's the same look he had the first time he sucked Star's spike.

"Hey," Star's optics finally dart up to the warm look Bumblebee is giving him, the lines of his sharp face instantly softening. The claws of his servos, once gripping yellow hips like holding Bee still will keep him safe, ease up before they can pierce the little mech's armor. "We can go as slow as you need to. But trust me, I can take it." Starscream doesn't ask how Bee knows, but he gives a single affirmative nod. His mouth falls open to say something snarky, mostly out of instinct, but when his troubled processor supplies nothing he quickly snaps it shut.

He's fragged other mechs tons of times, been seeking pleasure his entire lifecycle, but for some reason this time feels most pivotal. Bumblebee cups Starscream's face in two gentle, grey servos and presses quick, soft pecks across his stately nose and flat cheeks. He's safe. They're both safe. The lines of Star's brow finally smooth away, pent up fear and self-hatred carefully placated by the little horned mech. His long fingers reach up to feel one of those rounded helm nubs, an action that has become so reflexive in it's repetitiveness.

He's falling into Bee's kiss before he realizes it, pressing his spike into his partner's wet valve with gentle, rhythmic rolls of his hips. Just barely and then, while his mind is still swimming with the taste of Bee on his glossa, he's worked half his spike into his small sparkmate already. Bumblebee gives him an adoring smile, white denta peeking behind his lower lip, and Starscream sees himself so clearly reflected in those bright blue optics. His spark sings with affection, with weakness, with love for this nefarious Autobot.

[weirdosleep]

Sweet Honey

Been thinking of TFA Bee being gangbanged by a few other mechs. So have a little one-shot of that happening.

Warnings: NSFW, gangbang, oral, double penetration, creampie, gagging, light bondage

A moan followed by a bit of gagging cut through the crisp night air. Bumblebee did his best to deep throat the spike in his intake, gagging somewhat around it when he wasn't moaning or whining in pleasure from the consistent feeling of his valve being filled over and over again by the two spikes that were pounding at it. His own spike was being fisted by one of the mechs that were pistoning in his valve.

Bumblebee couldn't move his servos to be able to touch any of them in return, having them in stasis cuffs behind his back that were modified so they wouldn't make his joints lock up and have him go into recharge. Only to be able to restrain him. A servo behind his helm stopped him from seeing which of the mechs had given a firm rub to one of his horns, having caused Bumblebee to moan out loud as best he could before the spike in his intake was trusted forward.

Having gagged a bit more before pulling back somewhat and continuing to suck the mech in front of him off. Only to be gently pulled away from that spike and to another spike to suck off. The mech that was fragging Bumblebee from the back was fragging him as if, if he didn't, then he would not have the opportunity again. While the one fragging him from the front was doing his best to keep up with the other mech's pace.

Said mech was the same one who was pumping Bumlebebee's spike without stopping. Twisting his servo in a fluid motion from time to time when going down and roughly rubbing the tip of his spike when moving it up. The newer sensation of the now constant rubbing and twisting of Bumblebee's horns by the mech he was now sucking off was making the pleasure a bit overwhelming for Bumblebee.

Charge built up more and more as Bumblebee whined and moaned from the sensations. Rocking his hips lightly back in time with the thrusts bobbing his helm. Doing his best to focus more on trying to bring at least one of the mechs to overload before he did. However, Bumblebee was already overloading before he knew it. His valve squeezed tightly down on the two spikes, making it harder for them to move, while his drawn breathy moan reverberated around the spike in his intake.

Bumblebee's spike let out ropes of transfluid that landed on himself and the mech who is fragging him from the front servo. He rode out his overload as the mechs fragging his valve increased their pace, gripping his hips tightly and slamming him down flush against them. Obviously getting closer to their own overloads. The first one out of the other mechs to overload was the one Bumblebee had previously been sucking off.

The mech's transfluid landed further up from where his own transfluid had landed. Bumblebee shivered lightly from the feeling of the transfluid landing on him, becoming a bit sensitive as the two fragging his valve kept going without letting up the pace. Only to gag as he was caught off guard by the sudden warmth and fill of transfluid shooting into his intake.

Bumblebee tried to swallow the transfuild, though some of it still slipped off to running down the corners of his lips around the spike before it pulled from his intake. Coughing up a bit of the transfluid in the processes while the two mech fragging him like rabbits basically finally stopped. Holding Bumblebee flushed against them as transfluid finally fills his valve, making Bumblebee let out a small moan at the feeling, enjoying it very much.

Letting every drop of their transflid fill the mini's valve before slowly pulling out and keeping Bumblebee held up. They moved him to be laying down on one of the mechs had been sucking off not too long ago, having been positioned to be facing the mech. Bumblebee let out a light gasp that was followed by a moan at feeling himself being filled one more by a spike before another joined it.

A new yet slower pace began to be picked, a spike from his right just coming into range for him to be able to suck. To which Bumblebee gladly took said spike into his intake, sucking the mech off without too much problems. Not gagging quite as much as he had before. Bumblebee knew that it would be a long night before he could finally fall into recharge and get a good rest, however, he didn't mind. As long as this kept on feeling good, Bumblebee wouldn't mind being subjected to a bit of sleepiness in the morning.

[stickytrigger69]

could- could i maybe have a small little teeny tiny list of headcanons (if that’s okay) with some tfp ratchet or starscream or maybe bee comfort, him n’ his masculine cybertronian s/o who flinches really hard at loud noises and needs some comfort, calm and quiet from it?

Headcannons: TFP Starscream, Ratchet, and Bumblebee x Male Cybertronian S/O

SFW headcannons

Mech instead of femme or bot

Readers paint job, optic color, frame type, etc are unspecified

Hope it's good, enjoy.

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Starscream

He tries so hard to protect you, but there's only so much that he can do for you. He's not very strong and is hardly capable of taking care of himself.

He does like to pick on you sometimes when he knows that it won't hurt your feelings too much.

Even though he likes to tease he hates when you get scared of something. You both could be hanging out, spending time together when a loud crash or even a human honking their horn will startle you.

You can keep your cool around Megatron with his angry shouting, but as soon as you are alone or with Starscream, you nearly break down.

You're both in a hostile environment, so you always try to stay as close to one another as possible. Especially around Megatron, he weaponises your love, dangling one over the other in an act of manipulation.

You haven't told Starscream why you get so scared and it bothers and frustrates him to no end.

Because sudden loud noises can freak you out so easily, you usually have your audials set at a lower volume than any of the others do.

Sometimes Starscream forgets that you, a big strong mech, gets scared of loud noises and yelling so when he's more screamy, he feels guilty and apologizes in his own way.

He apologizes by letting you preen over him or cuddle him and hold him for as long as you want or when you want. (He never lets you do that)

Sometimes, when a loud noise startles you, he likes to form a protection circle around you, it's not very big considering its just him, but he readies his rockets and paces around you till you feel safe cause he knows it makes you feel better. (Even if he feels ridiculous)

Ratchet

At first, he thought it was a joke. Thought you were just messing around, but after a little while, he started to notice that it took quite the toll on you.

You would become irritable and extra jumpy and reclusive, hiding away for time alone without telling anyone.

Because of your odd behavior, he finds himself watching you closely, observing you to find the cause.

It finally clicks in his processor when he sees you flinch from the sound of Bulkhead and Wheeljack's lobbing. He sees your vitals spike like if you were in battle.

He asks you to sit a mission out and stay behind with him so he can scan you for any audial issues.

If he doesn't find a solution that works very well, and because he's really awkward when it comes to certain "issues," he tries his best to be there.

He shows you the best of both sides of himself, a physician, and a boyfriend.

He likes making sure you're doing your best and showing you the ins and outs of his work so you can start learning how to do it. (So he can keep you close)

When you're having a moment, he does what he can to deescelate your fear and panic.

He loves you very much and only wants to keep you safe, even from yourself.

You have your safe space, and he has your quiet reminder to try not to get too worked up.

Bumblebee

Of course, he notices right away that something is wrong but waits until he has you alone to try talking about it.

You don't feel like you can, but he sits with you and holds your hand.

You're taller than him, but, like Starscream, he will spring into action and try to protect you.

He is always reminding everyone to try not to make too much noise.

He acts more mature for you and starts doting on you just a little more than you think he should.

He likes to make sure that you're doing okay, always asking if you need a break or anything.

You guys go for long, quiet drives with Raf, some soft music on.

Though you absolutely love cloudy and rainy days, the thunder really freaks you out, so if there's lightning on the horizon, he takes Raf home and then takes you back to base.

You cuddle with him, your audials turned all the way down, only able to feel the vibrations and Bee's own frame pulsing.

You always take good care of him on the battlefield. The least he can do is take care of you when you're fighting your own battles.

He has his own triggers, and you have yours, and no matter what, you're always there to keep each other from drowning.

Similarities with all of them (still separate relationships)

You're a power couple, and you balance each other perfectly.

You guys will fight someone for each other, them especially.

If they can, they try to help you overcome your issues and relieve you of the stress.

They know where all of your hiding places are, so if you try, it was in vain.

They know you try looking strong in front of the others but please take it easy.

Megatron/Optimus, try keeping you at the base/nemesis because of your "disability," even if you are one of their best assets in the field, so you're probably a medical officer like Ratchet or Knockout, a communications officer like Soundwave, or scientist like Shockwave. Maybe even an engineer.

[makeitzesty]

RID15 circus au(circus rivalry)

So, for this au Steeljaw's pack would have like a creepypasta/ creature feature circus deal going. Bee team genuinely wants the public to be happy, so a standard circus that the people love. (THIS IS ALL BASED OF A HUMAN FANTASY AU)

Bumblebee would have the wings of a wasp, with two more sets of small eyes and horns like his g1 self. Strongarm is a German Shepherd (anthropomorphic), Grimlock is a dinosaur hybrid, Drift and Jetstorm are oni, Slipstream is a human and Dragon born(lung), Sideswipe is a centaur yearling, Fixit is a serpent)

Steel jaw and Bumblebee are the ring masters, obv. Steel jaw would be very good at hypnotizing children with his voice.

Strongarm is a strongman, reference to that one episode where Fixit watches her lift something of a hundred or a few.

Sideswipe is the stunt man, another reference to where Jazz comes in and he talks about the biker gang jackets on TV. It's also just a very brash very sideswipe thing to do.

Grimlock is the clown, he's definitely clumsy enough and everyone can get a crack out of it.

Fixit was gonna be a clown, but I made him a magician. He's a tech wizard in the series, now he's just a wizard. Makes sense to me.

Drift is a tightrope walker. He would spin some sword tricks and do some skill stuff on the rope cause he just got that skill.

Slip+Jet are trapeze artists. They be fliers at spark, they'd make a good duo in both standard trapeze and flying.

Steeljaw's pack: (NOTE: Thunderhoof would be a centaur, Fracture would be a creature with spines on his back, a long whip like tail, and sharp teeth/claws. The rest would pretty much be furries with Rottweiler Underbite)

Thunderhoof is the circus horse(read bottom⏬) I could see him with lights and streamers prancing around with Fracture trick riding on his back.

Fracture is the jester. He would be like candy pop more like, with the black lines on the eye. He's hothic, don't even argue with that. He's also we'll equipped, with colorful fire, tricks, and such.

Divebomb + Airazor are the lion/tiger doing the hoops. Airazor is a spider, ik, but could still have the fuzzy neck thing and jump hoops with his cat friend.

Underbite is the muscleman. Pretty self explanatory, or a sword swallower. Idk what to do with the fact that he eats a lot so he could do both? I don't know.

Springload is tumbling. He's sticky, he's got the long ass legs. He'd have the little red hatter top hat with Quillfire, who he would also have throw quills at him on a roulette wheel.

And quillfire is knife throwing. He'd volunteer people from the audience, or Springload. He'd use his quills for sure, and sometimes throw them at Thunderhoof to have him dodge them.

Honorable mentions: (Raker would be a being with beetle wings, horns, and animalistic legs.Clipshade is a Rottweiler (anthro) and Windblade is a Griffin born meaning she's half Griffin)

Shadow Raker would be a human fly. (Dancers commonly at a brothel who would dance upside down on the roof) He is also skilled in several stunts such as trapeze and tightrope, which he has taught to Slip, Jet, and Drift.

Clipshade would be a clown, if you've ever read the comics. Or a mime.

Windblade would be a silk aerialist. I don't think I have to explain that much.