#me: lets get tipsy and write heehee

[robolvrr]

hey im 21 and i just found ur blog im obsessed w the rodimus x reader thing u wrote and I was wondering if you could write smth similar for either shockwave or soundwave x reader (or both??? 😳) - I luv to see a human bringing a bot to their knees and ur writing is top tier

lovedrunk ᴗ｡‿⁠✷

soundwave x gn! human reader

warnings: nsfw! drabble. thank you for the patience! ✷

warmth splashes down your back, gooey and metallic. the sensation forces your eyes open, lashes dew-kissed with tears. it envelopes you with grounding peace, even though your nerves are rattled and you can barely force out a gasp.

you're surprised when you're gently turned around, facing the reflection of your own desires staring cherubly back at you. it's sweet, the gesture itself hinting neediness.

soundwave's visor is blazing crimson, heat radiating from his dark-blue accents bold on his bulkier frame. he didn't possess the proper eyes to convey his drunkenness on you, but his attention is felt nonetheless, square on the trembling of your hands.

he's looking at his transfluid, pretty shades of pink painting your soft flesh and drying like polish. you glitter and sheen.

you can hear the way his fans click and reset in efforts to keep his temperature level, too. it's tantalizing.

"keep going. wanna feel you in me again."

although he fully could overpower you and at first glance it appears he is - spike pressurized, slamming deep and mechanically with a passion that an hollowed-out being like him shouldn't possess - that isn't the case. the metaphorical leash is held tight in your palms, knuckles white from the squeeze.

"as you wish."

does his vocalizer fizzle at the end, or is your imagination playing tricks?

so intimate, the way his giant servo cradles your spine. you meet his thrusts with shallow rocks of your own, admiring the thickness go in and out with little trouble. creamy arousal glistens near flaring biolights lining his shaft. his digits fist in your hair and you nod, approvingly.

"mmn, just. like. that. just like t-thaaat, ooo-oh!"

soundwave's creaking groan deep at his spark rumbles within earshot and has you blushing, toes curled as he starts to speed up. he doesn't share your need for breaks but to his surprise and maybe, while not admitted delight - you do keep up better than assumed.

you press your lips to your arms which have unfolded above your head, mouth gushing with spit. soundwave thinks the laughter, shrill and wanting and happy, is the most enchanting music that's touched this side of the planet.

it's even more so when it's all for him.

the sun crescents above as he continues to plow into your tinier hole, perversion at its finest when even the tightest of valves could hardly hold candlelight to what you provide. in a different world, one where conquering wasn't so atop his natural duties, he'd have you seated in his lap. except, you'd be looking down on him, that messy spit of yours lolling off your tongue, into his intake, down his chin - he's yours, he's all yours, don't you see?

"i... i am close." soundwave sounds grittier than usual.

even with your insides rearranging, just a chip from a titans resolve is more than enough to invigorate. a single touch to his chest and he's leaning back, taking you with him in a gentle scoop. still doing his best to keep going, trying not to peak when it's clear you're still starving.

his e.m. field shrieks for you. could he brand your handprints on his chest, near his crest?

delirious. he must take up with shockwave. what makes humanity so addictive? do you have some sort of biological spell, a mixture of chemicals and haunting charm that drives mechs mad?

"that's right. fill me. take me." bouncing. you look evil, little beast, little monster. "t-take it." keeping in time with that everlasting torture his spark beats, his helm dips back, arms shaking. "overload. overload in me, soundwave, coat all of me in you, fuck, fuck, fuck-"

a whimper. it took hours, but it's well earned. he whimpers, as you slowly lift up to the tip, only riding enough to suction his spike at the most sensitive area in efforts to gain every drop he has to give.

you don't have to repeat yourself. with a roar, he jackhammers a final time violently, steam whistling between his exposed seams and shit, you wouldn't have it any other way. overload he did, enough to spurt and bubble, stare staggering between the remnants dribbling from your sore body, to the sheen of sweat, then the grin that's stayed picture perfect.

primus. you're still going. you're still moving, groping your own body roughly. one day, you promised he'd be allowed if he kept up his behavior. he can't find himself to do anything but lay back and watch, the cavity in his chassis aching.

soundwave may be loyal to megatron, his brother in arms, the decepticon cause.

but you? he worships you.

robolvrr 2025.

a/n : thank you again for the patience! i will be revisting both waves because i can't resist them (sorry for edging y'all LMAO.)

[jeffxwittek]

Spaghetti & Champagne 🍝🥂 | Jeff x Reader

A/N: what started as me writing a response to a prompt turned into this.... prompt response IS coming though! and i really hope ya’ll have seen halloweentown or the debbie reynolds quote is gonna be so lost. haha. also.. enjoy the light fluff heehee... oh and i’m posting on my phone so if layout is weird it will be adjusted when i get to a computer!

Summary: Jeff makes you dinner after a long day of work.

Warnings: light drinking


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You slump through the door of Jeff’s apartment and drop your bag to the floor and walk over to the kitchen to pull a water from the fridge only to notice sauce bubbling on the stove.

“Jeff? Where are you?” You ask out into the rest of the apartment before hearing footsteps turn the corner out of the bedroom. You can’t help but smile as you make eye contact with your tall boyfriend.

“Hey, baby,” he says leaning down to kiss you on your head. “How was your day?” He makes his way over to the stove and turns the heat down on the sauce.

“Oh just the usual of being covered in spit-up, baby poop, and getting my hair pulled. All the beauty of working in child-care,” you joke. “But, I am gonna go change. I’ll be right back.” You place your water on the counter and return a few minutes later in one of Jeff’s black shirts and a pair of purple sweats.

“You always look beautiful in my clothes.” He doesn’t turn around, already knowing that his shirts are your favorite to wear. “I’m making spaghetti by the way. Bread is in the oven. I just need to cook the pasta.”

“‘S’gettis my favorite! Thank you, boo.”

“You can’t say spaghetti like a normal person?” He asks teasing you.

“Well what’s the fun in that, my love,” you say walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his middle, leaning your head to his back. “Like Debbie Reynolds once said, ‘Being normal is vastly overrated.’”

Jeff spins around to face you and places his forehead to yours. “You are something else, Y/N Y/L/N.”

You pull back from him and grab your planner from the kitchen table. “I’m gonna work on curriculums, but let me know when food’s ready?” You lean up to give Jeff a kiss and make your way to the couch where all your usual mess is laid on the coffee table ready to be flipped through.

It feels like an eternity before Jeff tells you dinner is ready and you couldn’t be happier. “Yay! I’m starving!” You go and sit at the table as you watch Jeff pop open a bottle of champagne. “Why the bubbly?”

“I can’t open a bottle of champagne for my favorite lady?” He jokingly asks while pouring you a glass.

“I just didn’t know why. That’s all.”

“I felt like it. Nothing serious.” He sits down next to you and grabs your hand sitting on the table. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Jeff.” You move your hand away to pick up your fork. “This looks amazing by the way.”

“It should look amazing. It’s your moms recipe.”

You two continue to enjoy your dinner and you get a little drunk on too much champagne that Jeff helps you to bed after eating.

As Jeff lays you down on the bed, your hands make their way up to his hair. “Soft,” you whisper.

“Just like you,” Jeff says pushing hair behind your ears. “You wanna stay up a bit longer or sleep? I can turn on the TV for you to sleep. Old school Degrassi maybe?”

You laugh at Jeff. “Just kiss me, please.” You grab his neck and pull him down to you and he places a passionate kiss against your lips as he finds his way to the bed himself.

“Oh, so this is how it’s goin’ tonight?” He kisses your temple and rubs your arm up and down.

Even in your slightly tipsy state, you find the energy to flip on top of Jeff and straddle is waist. “You know if David saw you being so sweet tonight, he would mock you for eternity.”

“Well, lucky for us,” he says pulling you down on top of him by your waist. “He’s not here.”

You can’t help but let out a muffled laugh as Jeff starts to kiss your neck leaving a trail of small bites all the way to your ear. “Baby,” you look at him with glossy champagne eyes. “You are my forever. I feel it in my heart.”

Jeff lays you down next to him and props up on his side. “Your forever? You serious? You feel that way?” He doesn’t smile, but you can see in his eyes that he’s happy.

“I want you to be my forever.”

“I want to be your forever, princess.”