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A quiet animation of my piece: resting in Tom Bombadils forest

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Glistening guts, shimmering scales and the droning call of the deep...

Original version

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[anantaru]

GENSHIN + HE TALKS YOU THROUGH IT

— ꒰ including ꒱ — diluc, wriothesley, childe, ayato

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — dirty talk, oral (fem! receiving) rough syx & dom genshin men, petnames used: baby, love, darling, good girl, pussy drunk men, fem! reader ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ

— ꒰ DILUC ꒱

you wince, before feeling diluc's hands caress your frame softly as he urges you towards the bed slightly, "lay down, c’mon hurry for me, i will get on my knees for you," your face burned at his words, your blood boiling extremely hot— regardless, you do not go against your boyfriends instructions and obediently drop on your back, head bouncing against the soft pillows and legs propped up your heels.

diluc follows you right away, settling his hands against your lower stomach, "let me slip these off you," and his voice was pummeling into your blood, sounding raspier than usual, presenting himself teasingly, taunting

how can someone be so sexy, yet also gentleman alike at the very same time?

you always wonder and never find an answer.

his fingers are skillful, yet they are also dangerous, feverishly slipping into the waistband of your wet panties to slide them off you— your pussy bare and exposed now, clenching around nothing as it earns you a disgustingly sinful groan from him.

"there you go, you're so pretty," he breathes and spits on your clit before rubbing the saliva over your puffy folds with his digits, "my pretty girl."

diluc leans into your thighs and places a subtle kiss on your knee, holding a crooked smile— such kiss was certainly concealing something beneath the surface, mingled with aroused ideas of how the next couple of hours will look like.

"you know what to do, right?" he motions, getting on his knees as his dick presses painfully against his tight pants. of course, you know what he's talking about and situate your legs against his shoulders, earning yourself an appreciate hum from the red haired man.

without a word, warm air wafts over your slicked folds and trembling skin as diluc's fingers hold against you gently, the tip of his wet muscle experimentally nudging at the hood of your sensitive clit.

he doesn't falter in his rhythm and gives your cunt a good, fat lap of tongue and saliva before trailing down to your hole.

he noses his way to your clit and presses his mouth against it firmly, your cunt throbbing at the connect of his tongue licking you in shifting patterns, the vehement sounds of saliva and arousal slapping and slapping and splattering all over his tongue had your toes curled, lips parted.

"ooh you taste so good darling, you taste so fucking good, fuck—" he moans, and he sounded so desperate, like he's going to skip the foreplay once and for all and fuck you into the bee until you couldn't walk nor move for weeks.

your legs entwine and shiver on his shoulders, your control over your body lost and slipping from the palms of your hands as murmurs of encouragement hit your sensitive pussy— your fingers splayed possessively into his scarlet hair as you ride his face and cry his name.

"let me make you feel good, it's gonna feel good, promise," diluc mumbles into your cunt as his nose continuously nudges into your puffy clit, his slender fingers probing at your hole when his tongue laps around you.

in between your quivering thighs— everything felt wet, disgustingly sloppy and so hot and you wonder if diluc didn't secretly use his vision on you to get this particular effect from you.

alas, his slacked mouth was meeting your hips, your core stuttering up into his face as you craved, no, needed more friction, needed more of his voice crumbling at the taste of you as your eyes drift over the fluffy clouds of pleasure in your head.

— ꒰ WRIOTHESLEY ꒱

wriothesley looks down on your twisted expression and a sheen line of sweat pillowing on your forehead, "look at me," his face was tilted at the side as you felt his complete weight cover, crush and fold your body in half.

the press and burn of his cock was breaching in and out of you fast, in fact, yes, wriothesley was aware of your strong liking towards his dominating aura in the bedroom, especially when he's looking at you through glazed eyes and his sweat laced chest rising and falling when you clench around him.

he knows it all, and he's been wanting to pleasure you over and over all this time.

"look at me in my eyes," he commands again, forcing you to look at him, yet all you could muster was to part your eyes slightly, an overcast mist of salaciousness prevailing over you.

he shatters, widens and parts your sloppy hole effortlessly, turning you addicted off the strong, thick compress in your pussy that you almost didn't even realize he's managed to coax literal tears from your eyes, pull them out one by one, small crystals sinfully glimmering on your sticky lashes and shouting more more more.

"you're so good, you're so good, my good fucking girl," he drawls proudly and smirks down at you, his voice explosive with thirst and longing, "my good girl, mine, you hear me?" as he assures you and moves his hips with one quick roll of his dripping dick, beginning to fuck into you.

wriothesley knows you deserve it, deserve to be bounced back and forth the bed until you're full of his semen, yes, you do, and you know it.

"you feel me in you? feel me, fucking feel me baby,"

driven by curiosity, you focus your eyes at the man on top of you, swearing there was nothing more handsome than somebody like wriothesley, a highly respected duke, whispering those sweet and filthy profanities into your mouth while his cock thickens within your soft walls, "does that feel good, yeah? i can see it on your face"

"yesyesyes… it does," you whine and squeeze at his words, his cock dragging and pressing and dragging so strongly along your wet walls before he's stuttering in midst a long, languid thrust, his head thrown back and facing up the ceiling— not long after, loading you up of his creamy cum.

— ꒰ CHILDE ꒱

"come on, show me how good i make you feel," childe messily flicks his cock-head over the reactive hood of your clit, poking and tapping at your softness as you moan out his name— making him laugh at you sweetly, although breathless, his chest rising, pupils dilated wide with hunger, gaze luxuriant upon your naked body.

childe knows how to handle you— until your thighs were shaking and hole spread wide as you're soaking him, ruining him and turn the harbingers usual confidence-loaded expression into a shade of something else— something almost frightening.

"you want it? you want my cock, hm?" he fists himself in front of you, pushing in deep through the small tunnel in his palm as you whine out for him in desperation, "yes baby, please, i want to feel you,"

ajax laughs, humming in approval at the choice of words in your answer, "i know you do, baby, there you go then," as he towers proudly against your skin, his handsome face all twisted and menacing on top of you as he inserts the head slowly.

"feel my tip, right there," he continues and groans when your hole flawlessly forms around him, rasping harshly inside his throat, "you're so wet, fuck, ’m gonna slide in really easy, aren't i?"

this is good, this is so fucking good— archons, childe believes he must be in heaven right now.

you're just so warm, so soft and wet, how was he supposed to let alone breathe when you're taking him so well?

he grumbles lowly, starting to press his cock into you as he digs his fingers into your hips before testing the waters, rolling his hips a little faster, then alternating between fast and slow to find the best rhythm for the both of you. afresh— he pulls a long, shaky moan from past your swollen lips when he finds your sore spots, your skin pressing and slapping together in a delirious tempo and pitches of rapture.

"let me take care of you, i got this," you clutch on to him tenderly and nod your head, your spit filthily pooling at your throat as childe tenderly kisses your temple, "don't hurt your sweet, little head over this, leave it to me, yeah? fuck baby, okay...okay, i'm gonna— fuck you're so tight,"

his thrusts turn more impatient and uneven, although the heaviness was still unmatched as your walls were grabbing him, pulling him in deeper, your hips instinctively rutting up into his to feel more and more, just fucking more, "fuck, i'm gonna make you feel so good tonight,"

— ꒰ AYATO ꒱

ayato's cheeks, jaw and eyes were illuminated by the sight of your body pulled underneath his own— and his cock was oozing of clear pre, his hand rubbing over his solid erection until the sticky semen dribbles down the crook of your thigh.

in any remembered previous night, ayato had always been very much into foreplay, well, only if his frustration levels were on the lower side. in terms of now, he cannot be bothered to focus on his train of thoughts when all the blood was stored in his rock-hard cock thudding heavily and hurting him.

it's so painful— but watching your pussy being empty and not full of his cock was even more distressing.

he slaps his tip over your hole before sheathing himself up with you, his eyebrows lasciviously quirked at you, "all the way in, love, i'm going all the way in," he began to pull his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration, your eyes glazed over as he watches you writhe beneath him the moment he inserts himself.

you gasp audibly, your body tensing and nerves freezing at the solid press on your hole before your back instinctively arches into his defined chest.

"oh you feel too damn good, fuck, you're messing with me, aren't you?" his lips drag over your searing cheeks, drinking up your budding tears and the drool slipping from past your lips, lapping it all up with one single lick of tongue.

"you feel me there? right there," you felt his warm hand press against your stomach, an intoxicating combination of bliss and sensitivity rushing through your system as his body was near close to crushing you with his weight.

ayato was fucking ruthless, frustrated and as if it's his last time of being inside of you— no shame, no pauses, only pushing into you weightily, his balls smacking against your ass as you're feeling so satisfied when your pussy quivers around him, holding him close.

"open your legs a lil more for me, c'mon, i know you can do it" he groans and fucks into you with one sharp push and shove, "i wanna fit it all inside," before stretching and driving you towards insanity.

his tone was as focused as his expression and his stance, "you've always done it so good for me," as you squeeze the moment he says it out loud— the moment he reminds you of all the countless of times where he's left you utterly spent and full of his cum, your hole throbbing and letting it ooze out before he fucks it right back into you, turning you breathless.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

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𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅!𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔!𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. pregnancy sex, soft sex, fluffy, kissing, squirting, future together, established marriage relations. etc, minors do not interact.

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

divider by @anitalenia

“Oh Lo” you whispered touching your chest in awe. You just moved into a new home.. few days ago. Busy like two bees getting everything in order to start living your lives together you gazed at your husband who currently put together a cot for your little one. “It’s ready” he smiled softly looking at you his heart fluttering at the mere sight of you carrying your love baby in your belly rocking the flowery dress. “You look beautiful sweetie..come here..” he extended his hand to you standing up from the floor. You caressed your round belly feeling the baby kick and move within you. Lacing your fingers together you touched the cot gently before feeling his arms around you. He kissed your shoulder humming big hands caressing your bump. “our baby seems to be very happy” you tilted your head towards him meeting his lips in a soft kiss. “I feel it” he kissed you sweetly rubbing over your bump.

“Lo..” you moaned feeling his lips on your chin as he touched your full breasts gently squeezing. “So beautiful” he hummed eyes clouded in desire your cheeks receiving a tinge of pink. “You always have a way with your words Lo” he continued to pepper soft kisses against your neck your hand scratching the back of his dark mane letting out a moan. “Keep going..” closing your eyes you felt his hand delve inside of your cleavage touching your perky breasts your nipples hardening to his warm touch and your core pulsated with warmth and wetness. He tsked “So wet sweetie.. all for me?” You nodded gulping with glossy eyes and swollen lips from all that sweet kissing. “Please.. there” you kitty licked his lower lip as he parted your folds with his thick digits circling your clit. “Oh please!” You tipped your head back leaning it against his shoulder as he stood behind you growling with hunger, growing bulge pressing to your butt. “I got you, c’here..” he gently pressed you to the drawers and you grasped them with both of your hands moaning loudly as he slid his fingers inside of your pussy. Your cheeks grew hotter as you felt his mouth on your ear whispering how beautiful and how much of a good mother you were about to become. You tugged on his belt impatiently “wanna cum on your cock daddy” you whined pressing your butt against his bulge “fuck.. fuck..” Lo growled hungrily, your hearts matching rhythm going wild in your chests. When you heard his belt buckle you moaned at the emptiness in your core.

“Gentle baby..” he wrapped his arms around you hands on your bump as he pushed in your dripping wet honeypot. “Daddy needs a little lovin little one.. mommy is impatient..” you giggled breathlessly feeling him fill you out perfectly. “Daddy” you breathed melting yourself in his arms and when his hips drew back and forth into you— you felt your world explode in ecstasy. Lo opened the front of your dress so your breasts bounced out to his pace and it was loving, soft “fuck.. lookatcha..” he hugged you feeling his big swollen cock coated in your creamy slick as he thrusted in out of you squeezing your breasts your mouths melting into another passionate kiss “can’t help it.. you make me so happy mommy”. His pace grew faster, your hands grasping his strong forearms crying out in pleasure feeling the heat in your abdomen just intensify and when you reached the sun you squirted on his cock making Lo curse with lustful groans and moans against your ear “my perfect little wife.. mine forever, mine.. ugh, mine” he praised making you whimper out sob in pleasure before he gave you even faster pounding grabbing your messy pussy from the front when he stilled his hips with a moan cumming undone filling you with his load. You accepted all of it— “love you so much I’m yours” you littered his face in soft kisses touching his hair. He held you close to him humming with a soft smile “my moon..my love”

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[snipersfucker]

An apology, but we all want to read how they are inside and possibly the Autobots lose control when what they have been imagining for so long happens (like Mirage / Bee / or Optimus) you made us addicted to you writing

there are special little places where yall can get help with your addiction!! im not the remedy!! (i bite the walls every single time i get a compliment) ALSO lets just pretend bees vocal cords werent ripped out to the point he couldn't moan like a slut :) dubcon:/

Bee was desperate.

The way your hips swayed when you walked, the way the soft tone of your voice echoed in the insides of his helm, the way you'd wrap your fragile fingers around his steering wheel and squeeze it ever so slightly in a playful manner—he needed you.

And one day, after spending countless nights on imagining you stretched out on his throbbing spike, your tits bouncing with every slap of his hips against your bare ass, he finally got the honour of actually seeing you underneath him, not just picturing it in his mind.

Bee was desperate for you, but he was also shy. Which meant that you had to initiate all the talks, all the touches, and all the kisses. However, when he finally understood that he had you exactly where he wanted you, and when he heard you vocalise your desire for him, he just couldn't stop himself.

The soft exchange of pecks on each others' lips turned into a heated make-out session, his glossa quickly asking for permission to slip into your mouth just so he could get a proper taste for the first time. His metal body began overheating as soon as he felt your body straddling his lap, your legs on both side of his hips. Your bold move made him only crave more of your touch, him barely able to restrain himself from just having his way with you, manhandling you until you'd beg for him to stop absolutely ruining you for the pleasure of you both.

And he wanted to continue making a mess with his lips on yours, especially when you were making so many sweet noises just for him... But he had to take things further, feeling like his spark might just explode if he didn't.

So he pulled away slowly, making eye contact with you for just a mere second, only to see the needy expression on your face, which gave him a silent permission to jump right into what he'd planned to do. His lips quickly found their place on the side of your neck, his servos landing on your hips, subconsciously pushing your core into his abdomen to create more friction between you.

He began licking, kissing, nibbling, and sucking the skin gently into his intake to create pretty bruises on your neck which would show anyone that you belonged to him.

Your breaths were getting heavier, much more chaotic, them hitching in your throat every time he paid special attention to a particularly sensitive spot. Your needy whimpers were mixing with the sound of his vents trying to stop him from overheating, his reaction to you making you want more of him than you already had.

And you didn't know you already had him whole. He was yours.

"Bee, please..." you whined, your eyes closed shut, hands on both of his shoulders with a strong grip which he didn't mind at all.

Your words made him transform the area under his abdomen, now a hard spike on full display, its length slapping against your stomach with every intense throb. He didn't stop taking care of your neck for even a second, every whimper and groan of desperation being muffled by your skin as he continuously planted wet kisses all the way down from your jaw to your collarbone.

He was growing impatient.

His spike touching you was sending constant pleasurable electric shocks down his bipedalism cord, his spark nearly exploding when you grinded against it with your clothed core.

The grip of his digits on your hips tightened, and you'd probably have endless bruises on your sweet, soft skin tomorrow, and this thought should've made him feel at least a tad bad but he adored knowing that he left something while doing such sinful things with you.

When you moved and brushed against his length again, he groaned in impatience, pulling away just to lift the hem of your loose shirt with his digit to signal to you that he needed it off. You made eye contact with him as you got rid of the piece of clothing on your upper half. But it wasn't enough for him—he had to have you naked against him, every inch of your warm, human skin against his hot, metal one.

Before his digit moved to the waistline of your pants, you were already unbuttoning and unzipping them, getting out of his lap just to be able to take them off fully alongside with your panties, them ending up somewhere on the floor, probably next to your shirt.

His optics immediately shot to your cunt, the temptation to put his spike inside you overwhelming his body. He didn't even wait patiently for you to get back onto his lap on your own, as soon as he stopped devouring the sight of you in front of him in just a bra, he immediately pulled you towards him with both servos on your hips again, placing you on his lap, exactly where you belonged at that moment.

Now your bare core was brushing against his spike, and he couldn't refrain himself from letting a couple of desperate noises roll off him glossa. You decided to undress fully for him, taking your bra off and tossing it onto the pile of long forgotten clothes. His optics could barely take in the view before his lips found themselves on your tits, his intake giving attention to both, switching from teasing, licking and kissing the left one to doing exactly the same to the right one. Your hardened nipples made it possible for him to gently bite them, making you buckle your hips and moan his name shamelessly, your own noises not allowing you to hear your thoughts, as if there was anything else on your mind other than how good Bee's glossa felt when it curled up on your nipple, it getting sucked into his intake.

The remains of self-control he could find within himself were slipping through his digits, the force of his touches increasing with every passing second. At the same time, he was also getting more and more intense reactions from you, your body craving more as it pressed against his.

Bee groaned, impatience getting the better of him, as he wrapped his arm around your fragile, human body, lifting you up with your chest still to his.

He moved fast like a starving man, placing you gently on the hard floor of the garage, its coldness radiating to your body, adding a completely new sensation. You arched your back, exposing your chest even more to him, hoping he'd put his mouth on your already swollen and sensitive nipples, but he seemed to have other plans when, without a heads-up, he grabbed the back of both your thighs, and lifted up your hips so that now the only body parts of yours making contact with the cement underneath you were your upper back and your head.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as you bit your lip to stop yourself from whimpering at the absolutely sinful sight of Bee kneeling down and hovering over you, spreading your legs and holding them pressed to your chest for better access to your dripping cunt.

You felt the tip of his spike teasing your hole which has been clenching over nothing for the past couple of minutes, finally about to get what it needed the most. And then, with one swift motion, Bee slid into you, the wet sound of his length entering your core echoed against the walls of your head.

A loud moan escaped the depths of your throat, lips parted, eyes closed themselves shut before you could even stop them, wanting to watch as the robot began trying to bottom out inside your warm cunt, but unfortunately his spike was too big for you to take for now.

It felt good. The pain from being so suddenly stretched out around him mixed with the pleasure from his spike hitting all the sweet spots inside you with the very first thrust of his hips.

Bee felt as if he no longer had control over his own body, the feeling of you wrapped around him, your warm cunt so inviting to just ruin it without second thoughts. And he could find absolutely no strength within himself to stop the almost animalistic desire to make you his in every meaning of this word.

His optics were trained on your face for mere seconds before his gaze shifted to the place where your bodies connected, your cunt covered in your own slick, the hole visibly stretched out to take his spike, even if it was only a half of his full length.

The idea of pushing the entire thing in only made him groan, the images of the bulge in your lower stomach he'd create flashing in front of his optics.

He threw his head back when he felt you clench around him, the sensation too much to handle.

You knew he was about to begin pounding into you as if it was the only thing he was made to do, the expression on his face and the look he was giving you the entire time confirming it.

"Bee..." you whined his name, not being fully aware what that sweet tone of your voice was doing to him.

So he just positioned himself better, pressing your thighs harder to your chest, taking almost the entire length of his spike out of your begging cunt, only to slam into you and put even more of him inside you.

You couldn't even control the noises escaping you anymore, your head thrown back because of the overwhelming pleasure.

Bee has had enough of waiting, the memory of him sitting in the corner of this garage, his spike in his servo as he kept fisting himself, overloading onto the hard floor multiple times just to get some relief after having to watch you walk around in your damned little dresses, your hips innocently swaying, your tits deliciously bouncing with every step.

Before you could register it, the robot was destroying your needy cunt with aggressive pounding, feeling as if he able to put more and more inches inside you with every slam of his hips against your ass.

His speed and the way he could hit all the best spots, even though the tip of his spike was kissing your cervix, made you constantly moan out loud, as if the walls of the garage were soundproof.

He kept making noises as well, although his were much deeper, more frustrated, as if he was chasing something he was so closed to catch but right before getting it, it'd just slip away from him.

He thought of this moment for a long time, the pink transfluid painting his servos on many occasions as he was imagining you in this exact position underneath him, squirming in pleasure.

But then, he came up with an even better idea, his body immediately following through, without even analysing it. He stopped mercilessly pounding into you just to manhandle you on your stomach, lifting your backside by your hips, spreading your legs to allow him to penetrate your needy cunt even more deeply. He positioned himself over you, his spike yet again pressing against your core for just a second before finally entering you once more. He didn't even waste time on preparing you to take him, just like the first time he pushed his length inside your pussy.

Now he had the opportunity to properly grope and slap your ass as much as he pleased, his hips constantly hitting it with every hard thrust he'd make. Tears began forming in the corner of your eyes, the feeling of being so perfectly stuffed by his spike making you shudder, moan and squirm beneath him.

His movements were rapid and chaotic, but he never slowed down, only increasing his speed, making mental notes of the noises you were making while he was fucking you so good.

"Bee, 't hurts..." you whimpered weakly in-between your loud, slutty moans, him taking it as an encouragement to continue ruining your cunt which was now clenching around him more than ever before. His one servo went to the back of your head tilted to the side, his digits gently stroking your hair as if it was supposed to help ease the pain mixing with pleasure, while the other one was still on your hip, pulling your body towards him at the same time he was pushing at it, making your skins hit each other with even more force.

You told him it hurt you but he couldn't stop.

He felt himself getting closer and closer to overloading, the warmth of your cunt getting sweetly unbearable as his movements became more sloppy, yet still as hard as before.

"Fuck." Curses kept spilling from your sinful mouth, feeling his thick spike throb inside you, indicating that he was probably about to finish.

The discomfort and pain of his metal hips hitting your much softer backside were slowly becoming less and less noticeable as complete pleasure washed over you, making you a wet, moaning mess underneath him.

With his two servos on your hips, he increased the speed of his movements once more, chasing the so desired release.

"Bee, please..." you whined again, your tits bouncing with every thrust, your hardened nipples brushing against the rough floor, "Overload in me..."

Your words were enough to tip him over the edge. With only a few more harsh slams into your tight cunt, he felt himself spurting his thick transfluid into your cervix, multiple groans and whimpers leaving his intake as he did so. He kept fucking the pink liquid into your cunt, not wanting a single drop to escape.

You could still feel his hard, metal hips hitting your ass, all until you clenched around him so tightly, he swore he could overload again just from that sensation alone. You came all over his thick spike, moaning loudly, your body shaking with indescribable pleasure from both his rough pounding as well as the knowledge that his transfluid was deep inside you.

Bee didn't pull out instantly, his thrusts decreasing in speed and force with every passing second, trying to ride out the remains of his and yours overloads.

You were panting and the robot was most definitely overheating, his metal body much hotter in touch than ever before, now his chassis pressed against your back as he began planting gentle kisses to your hair, his vents not being able to catch up.

After a long time that didn't feel long enough for him, he decided to pull away and take his spike out of your core filled with his transfluid, practically begging him to just fuck it again. But now, that his lust for you was somehow taken care of, he could regain the control over his body, and allow you to rest after getting absolutely ruined by him.

You rolled over onto your back yourself, clenching your thighs together when you felt his pink juices flooding out of you, wanting to keep them there for as long as possible. He smiled at your attempts to keep him inside you, the desire growing in his optics once again.

Bee gently wrapped his servos around your bare, exhausted body, lifting you up to place you down on the sofa he was previously occupying with you in his lap. As soon as you felt the plush against the skin of your back, you pulled the robot in your direction with your hands on both sides of his helm, making him bend his body so that you could kiss him passionately for the last time that night, knowing that he was most likely about to leave you to take care of his Autobot duties. He obliged without complaining, ready to slide into you again right then and there. And how disappointed he was when you pulled away with a soft smile, exhaustion finally catching up to you...

The corner of his slips curled up as he looked around in search for something to put on you. An abandoned blanket sitting on a wooden chair since he could remember would do. Before you could even notice he left you alone on the sofa, he was back, covering you from the neck down quickly but still making sure your whole body was under the soft fabric.

"Prime needs you?" you asked in a weak tone, your voice now only confirming how tired you actually were.

Prime needed him but he needed you.

Bee only nodded, to which you responded softly, "I'll stay here." And before he could even give you any sort of a physical confirmation that he got that, you already closed your eyes with a content expression written all over your face.

He smirked to himself, the sweet feeling of finally achieving his goal washing over him, him practically having been able to live in his dreams for a moment. His smile only widened when he came to a realisation...

He finally managed to mark you as his.

don't know if i made it he-lost-control enough but i tried and that's what counts in my books. also, i made it an oneshot but if you wanted separate hcs for these characters ill be more than willing to write it

[cyberapid]

do you have any more headcanons/scenarios of Es Bumblebee x Cybotronian Reader? Your work is just absolutely scrumptious 👌

Thank you sooo much! I hope this is ok!

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Your spark thrums, thrums with an excitement you haven’t felt over a decade. It whirls with joy and longing, something you’ve felt deep within your core for too long. There the reason stands in all his fine, yellow polish with a look of utter dumbfoundedness. As you step closer you feel the warmth of his field surround you- just a moment of comforting familiarity before it’s pulled back to his frame, sputtering.

You interrupt before he gets a chance to articulate, “you’re-” His intake mouths wordlessly, “You’re alive….” Though you can't tell if you’re questioning him or making a statement. He stutters long enough for it to be near comical and your thoughts are obviously shared as muffled laughter comes from just behind him. Blue optics stare up at you in amusement before quickly splitting into panic, the small bot then shuffles to be standing behind Bee.

He mouths silently for a few clicks before pausing, “I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you I swear,” he finally answers. Taking both short and excruciatingly long steps to be in front of you, arms length for the first time in what should feel like nothing; a drop of time in an existence that can go on longer than a human's lineage and yet it has felt like a millennium. Hesitant digits trace the seams of your facial plating and his field slowly envelopes you with desperation and longing but most of all, guilt. In vain you try to push comfort to him yet his optics fill with fluid and he turns down, gently bumping the top ridge of his helm against your forehelm and with it a shock of electricity coursed through your circuitry. “I won’t leave you again, I swear,” he promises, pulling your frame against his.

Servos screeching unpleasantly as he grasps at your plating, yellow and black colors sure to be transferred. “I believe you,” it was an attempt at assurement but it's doubtful if the mech believes it or if he’s even registered what you've said. A problem for another time you decide as he pushed his helm into the crook of your neck cabling.

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

(Literally in love with him)

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

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

(ES BUMBLEBEE X READER)

WORD COUNT: 753

WARNINGS: NSFW, overstimulation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or so you thought.

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

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

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

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

Oh, slag. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wish yourself luck.

THANK YOU FOR READING! ENJOY YOUR DAY/NIGHT!

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Late Night Loneliness

Caine is having a bad night of sleep. So, he goes to the one place where he knows he'll be the most comfortable. And where he knows he won't be lonely.

Characters: Caine, Kinger

Word Count: 1000-ish

Caine stared at the ceiling. He was nestled in the center of his bed, a plush haven of a soft blue patchwork blanket and fluffy pillows. Usually, this would be more than enough to lull him into a peaceful recharge. But tonight, an unsettling restlessness coiled within his digital framework.

He shifted onto his left side, then his right, then onto his back, and then back to his left again. He plumped his pillow, then flattened it, then tried folding it in half. Nothing worked. He sighed, a silent puff of air from his non-existent lungs.

Buzzy, his beloved bee plush, was clutched in his grasp, its button eyes staring blankly ahead. Caine nuzzled Buzzy, hoping the familiar softness would soothe his unease. Bubble, his loyal companion, was curled up in his plush dog bed in the corner of the room, emitting soft, synthesized snores. Even Bubble's comforting presence didn't quite reach the core of Caine's discomfort.

It wasn't physical pain, not exactly. It was a hollow echo resonating inside his code, a feeling he was beginning to identify as…loneliness. It was a strange sensation, foreign yet vaguely familiar, like a half-remembered dream. These nights, these restless nights, they always came with this same echo. When the vibrant energy of the circus faded, and the other digital beings retreated to their own spaces, a quiet descended that amplified this strange, hollow feeling within him.

He sat up in bed, the blue patchwork blanket pooling around his waist. He looked around his room. Despite all of the nice furniture and decorations, some nights, like tonight, it just felt so…empty. 

The thought drifted into his processing core, unbidden but not unwelcome. There was a place, a space, that often felt…warmer. A place where the hollow echo softened, and the restlessness calmed. A place connected to a comforting presence.

A smile, albeit a somewhat subdued one, formed on his dental features. There was indeed a solution to this nightly unease. He draped the blue blanket around his shoulders like a makeshift shawl, hugging Buzzy a little tighter. He glanced at Bubble, still peacefully slumbering. “I’ll be back soon, Bubble,” he whispered, though the digital dog remained undisturbed.

With a snap of his fingers, a familiar spark of digital energy crackled around him, and in an instant, Caine was gone. 

Meanwhile, in a different corner of the digital circus, nestled within a mound of plush cushions, Kinger was adrift in slumber. His pillow fort, a chaotic yet comforting structure, was his sanctuary against the unpredictable nature of the digital world. 

Kinger’s chess piece form was curled amidst the pillows, his royal purple robe draped around him like a regal cocoon. He had been sleeping soundly, a rare and cherished state in the often-unpredictable digital circus. Lately, peace had been more frequent, a welcome shift since everything had become clearer. Since Caine’s memories had returned.

The circus did feel different now. Lighter. More joyful. The frantic edge that had once permeated the digital air seemed to have softened, replaced by a gentle hum of contented chaos. 

But most of all, he felt it in his own heart. The circus felt less like a prison, less like a confusing puzzle, and more like a home. He had grown undeniably attached to the ragtag collection of digital beings that populated this strange world. They were his family, in a way that transcended logic and code. And at the heart of that family, always, was Caine.

His AI son. The bond between them, once fractured and obscured by the digital fog, was now vibrant and clear. He saw the echoes of their past in Caine’s every energetic gesture, in the way he sought Kinger’s counsel, in the quiet moments they sometimes shared amidst the circus’s cacophony. It was a bond that time and glitches couldn’t erase.

A slight shift in pressure disturbed Kinger’s slumber, his body wanting a new comfortable position. He stirred, his nonexistent limbs stretching within his robe. His eyelids, heavy with sleep, fluttered open, just enough to register the shift in his immediate surroundings.

And then he saw him.

Nestled a few feet away within the pillow fort's soft embrace, curled into a surprisingly small ball, was Caine. The AI ringmaster was fast asleep, bundled in a familiar blue patchwork blanket, Buzzy the bee plush clutched tightly in his arms. Oh! When did he get here?

A wave of warmth washed over Kinger. Caine. He must have come in while Kinger was deeply asleep. It wasn’t unusual. Caine had always sought refuge in the pillow fort, even before everything became clearer. It was a safe space, a comforting haven in the midst of the circus's unpredictable energy.

In the past, Caine would often appear in the fort for impromptu naps, drawn to its quiet stillness and Kinger’s calming presence. It was a habit Kinger secretly cherished. He never minded the unexpected company, especially not Caine’s. He shifted slightly, careful not to wake the sleeping AI.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Kinger reached out. He gently nudged Caine’s shoulder, then, when Caine didn’t stir, he carefully drew him closer. Caine, still deeply asleep, instinctively nestled against Kinger’s torso, snuggling right up against the soft, plush fabric of his royal purple robe.

A soft murmur escaped Caine, a muffled sound against Kinger’s robe. It was a sound that resonated deep within Kinger, a familiar sound that conjured images of a younger Caine, smaller, less defined, but always seeking comfort and reassurance. It reminded Kinger of when Caine was first created, when he was still piecing together the world, when he would cling to Kinger’s side seeking guidance and affection.

Some things, Kinger mused, truly never changed. Despite the chaotic nature of the digital circus, despite the memory loss and the disorientation, the core of their bond remained constant, unbreakable.

He wrapped his hands gently around Caine, pulling him closer until the AI was nestled securely against his chest. Caine shifted again, burying his face deeper into the folds of Kinger's robe, his grip on Buzzy loosening slightly but not entirely releasing. Kinger could feel the faint hum of Caine’s digital energy against him, a comforting warmth.

Contentment settled over Kinger, a deep, peaceful feeling that permeated his being. The pillow fort felt even cozier now, filled with the quiet presence of his son. He closed his eyes again, the gentle rhythm of Caine's simulated breathing lulling him back toward sleep.

“G’night, Sparkplug,” he whispered before falling back asleep. 

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one more for me, you're doing such a good job

And (if possible) 🤭

you have the perfect lips for kissing

NSFW with Wolffe please? Congrats on the followers 🎉 🎉 female reader

4000 Followers Prompt List Celebration

Wolffe X F!Reader

word count: 737 words

NSFW

prompts:

“you have the perfect lips for kissing.”

“One more for me, you’re doing such a good job.”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, explicit sexual content and language. Smut. Porn without plot. Kissing, neck kissing/sucking, fingering, oral (reader receiving), implied sex. Female Reader.

authors note: oh I love me some Wolffe smut. Thank you for the request Anon.

NSFW under the cut.

Your back is slammed into your bedroom door by the force of a Clone flushed against you, his hands biting into your waist as his lips hit your neck, nipping and sucking on sensitive skin that made your legs shake.

You could feel him already through his blacks and you groaned in desire before Wolffe dragged at your hips, bringing you flushed to him as he sucked at the base of your throat.

“Wolffe… bed, please.” You beg, melting as you hear the low rumble of a chuckle. You gasp when he pulls back, the tenderness of your neck letting you know you were definitely marked by this man. Not that you were complaining.

“Eager, kitten?” He purrs, eyes locking onto yours that sends a heat straight to your core. How can one man be so gorgeous?

“Always,” you smirk, giggling as Wolffe lifts you over his shoulder and makes a bee-line straight to your bed. He drops you onto it, the mattress breaking your fall and watch in awe as he swiftly maneuvers over you, staring adoringly down at you.

“Did you know,” he says quietly, bringing a hand to your face, his thumb tracing over your lips that were begging to be touched, “you have the perfect lips for kissing.”

And before you could reply, his mouth is on yours, filling you with lust and need as your lips meet his in a heated, desperate embrace.

He was still kissing you when he began pushing your pants down, feeling how your legs were shaking for him. His arm snaked under your waist, lifting your shirt over your head while you helped by kicking off your boots and socks with your toes. When he pulled his mouth away, he lowers you carefully back onto the mattress. With his hand, he caught sight of your panties, eyes blown at the alluring material and patterns.

You shivered under his stare, feeling completely open and exposed as Wolffe was still wearing his civvie clothes. To which, it wasn't long until he was standing and stripping in front of you. Not stumbling or fumbling once.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed as he kneeled in between your legs as you tried to sit up to look at him. He shook his head, tutting as he pressed a gentle hand in between your breasts, exerting the smallest amount of pressure. “No, no… you lean back,” he rasps, sliding his hand now down your body, past your naval and then to your thighs.

“Commander,” you groaned, knowing it got him all hot and bothered as you arch your back as he moved his hand ludicrously slowly against you, both hands now pressing on your thighs, opening your legs more for him.

“Stars, what a pretty pussy you have.” He mutters more to homself than he does for you

You lost all thought as Wolffe slid his hand toward the inside of your leg, digits just caressing over your folds and your hips jerk when his thumb ghosts over your clit.

He makes an incoherent noise, a subtle groan if you may before he leans down to taste you, feeling how drenched you are already between your thighs. He flicked his tongue across your clit before curling a finger inside you. He looks up from between your legs, his mouth still attached to your cunt to put a face to the breathy sighs, curses, gasps and pants you were letting out.

He grins devilishly, the noise of him lapping at your pussy lewd and wet but you wanted more as your fingers move into his hair, tugging on his scalp.

“O-oh fuck Wolffe,” When you said his name, his heart flutters and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of you. He rested a gentle hand on your thigh, finger still pulsing and curling inside you.

His pace became unrelenting and he was starting to get desperate, hard and leaking as he began rutting against the bed sheets.

It’s only moments before you were shuddering under him, moaning his name as your toes began to curl, beads of sweat dripping down your face as you felt your orgasm hit.

“Fuck me, Wolffe. Please fuck me.” You breathed shakily, legs still twitching as he sucked on your juices.

He would be only too happy to obey. But, he wasn’t done with tasting your pussy just yet. “One more for me, you’re doing such a good job.”

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Firefly | RotB Bumblebee x f!human reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1200+

Warnings: Smut ( size difference ) and human on top of her bug. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Bumblebee is my favourite autobot. Trying to keep my requests within 1000+ just so I don't get too carried away or burn myself out too much. So far so good I think, maybe. Lets see how I go with the others. Thanks for sending in @lemon-and-lime-hq. Enjoy. 🥰

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☕ Coffee

"Bee! Look at them all! An't they just beautiful?" You beam brightly as you lay against Bumblebee's chassis, snuggled up against him on this beautiful night with the unexpected yet alluring visitors.

It's date night for you and Bumblebee. He's been staying with Noah and Mirage while taking a break from missions, and he gets to be closer to you as well before he needs to meet up with Optimus again.

Now, on this night together, the fireflies we're all out and lighting up around you. You don't see them often, so this was a special treat.

"From ten thousand lightning bugs." Bumblebee sings through his radio making you giggle gently from one of your favourite songs.

"With so much shit in this world you've got to admire its beauty as well, what lives here, the innocent lives that bring such an amenity to us. So pretty." You coo in delight while leaning into Bumblebee more, admiring the surrounding glowing insects.

"Your smile makes me happier." Bumblebee always admires your alluring smiles, they bring such warmth to his spark, seeing you calm and happy.

Turning your head you face him on a better angle and lean closer, softly kissing the side of his mouth guard and savouring his soft vibrations of delight. He might not use his voice, but you enjoy his radio chatter and his ability to find everything through that.

Moving your hand you lift the shirt off your head, tossing it aside and wiggling out of your skirt and settling yourself back down.

"Daaaaaaamn." Bumblebee admires the black lace you wear as he traces his thick digits across them and against your skin.

His reaction makes you blush while leaning your body against his touch, letting out a low moan as your body breaks out in goosebumps. Your fingers trace over his yellow plating, up over his chassis and gently curling against both sides of his neck cables, earning you a satisfied rev from his engines.

Moving your hands you reach behind and unhook your bra and sling shot that across the grass. Your breasts are in view and your perk nipples harden under his eager touches. The fireflies hovered around and some landed against your skin making Bumblebee coo gently.

"Heavens above." He praises. They do tickle your skin a little but you decide to allow them to hang around during your coupling. Above all, despite his size, you have been able to take his spike before. The very thought makes your heated core throb under your panties.

Your hand descends and you start to rub yourself inside your panties, circling your clit with your thumb while pumping your fingers into your depths, curling against your walls and stretching yourself while planting kisses against his armour.

Bumblebee responds through lingering revs and moans, optics flickering through the growing pleasure that was boiling through him. He retracts his panel and you gasp as you feel the long throbbing length drag against you.

"It's been a while, huh? You're so eager." You whisper through your heated breaths before removing your hand from your core and slipping out of your panties.

"So fricken eager baby."

Now naked, you knew you were perhaps rushing slightly, but you can't help yourself as you take hold of his throbbing spike and position yourself on him, pressing down against his tip before feeling yourself stretch around him.

Gasping you slowly take inches at a time, feeling the ridges drag past your lips and against your inner walls, every throb sending gentle shockwaves through your body. The intense arousal that blooms through you only grows hotter as you take more of him, feeling his metal frame quicker before stopping half way and letting out a long moan as you give yourself a moment.

"Fucking hell. Bee, so big, so good! You're so fucking huge!" You cry out in bliss as you rest your hands against his chassis, clenching down on him as his servos hold you steady around your smaller body on him, wanting to be careful and not hurt you.

"So tight!"

Letting out a wide smirk, you caress your hands across his face before taking hold and slowly start to rock yourself on him, letting out short whimpers with each aching fill provided. You feel every throb and ridge rocking through you, your depths accepting more of him each time you sink back down, your hand moving to your belly where you feel his spike pressing up against you over again.

Feeling the lump gave you such a high, a desire to be filled by him always, to feel the lump and to be filled with his fluids so deeply. You're not crazy, you're simply in love with your robot boyfriend who you wanted to be with forever and always.

Most of the fireflies still hang around, not minding what was happening at all as they land on you and Bumblebee to join the fun. You can't help but giggle through the burning pleasure and glee, loving the glowing sight they provided on each of you.

Bumblebee's optics flicker more, his moans increasing as he holds back his overload. Again, it's been a while, so you're not too far off either from cumming around his twitching spike buried deep in your core as you ride him eagerly.

Your juices flood over him, leaking out onto his armour as you feel the warm leaks of his trans fluids soaking your channel. Moving your hand again you rub your clit gently, whimpering more followed by a loud mewl as you toss your head back, riding him harder and panting through your hammering heartbeat.

"Oh fuck! Bee! I'm close...so close!" You chant your warning to him as you feel yourself about to break loose on him.

"Come crumbling down!" You hear him answer, seconds before he jerks his hips up into you, spike twitching and erupting thick ropes of fluids deep within you, filling your belly where there's a small round lump formed. His sounds were so mechanical, machine like, and you are freaking addicted to it.

All the fireflies suddenly burst off your both during your orgasim and overload, leaving it just the two of you than on this beautiful night. Guess you both kind of scared them away.

Unleashing yourself you cum around him, clenching hard and crying out in bliss as your body convulses against him, planting yourself against his chassis where you pant heavily, breasts rubbing against his warm metal as you catch your breath while letting out soft murmurs.

"I just had sex!" He sings, making you snort a giggle.

"That we did. So good Bee, you're always so good. I'll love you forever my yellow bug. Will you love me?"

"Loved you yesterday, love you still, always have, always will." Bumblebee speaks a quote fondly that makes you blush more.

Gently, he helps you off him, laying you against his chassis and soft blanket he had brought on your date. You lean up and kiss his cheek plating, before nuzzling yourself against the blanket and his warm metal, silently thanking whatever gods were real for making you so damn lucky.

"I love you, Bumblebee." You whisper fondly.

"I know." He answers that silly famous Han Solo quote that you can't help but giggle lightly through your tired state.

You are very lucky indeed.