not a request or anything, had a thought- you know how rodimus does the 'blah blah blah' thing with his hands sometimes? something sometihing somehow getting close enough to his hand while hes doing it and making a similar lil face with your own and giving his a lil kissy. like making your hands kiss i mean. maybe even doing it again when he looks at you but this time with a lil "mwah!" so intentions are crystal clear. get loved on, goofass
AHEEM HEEM HEEM
This is so fucking cute I wanna cry, Rodimus and his stupid little yappy-hands <3 <3 <3 <3 He would also love to give you a little kiss on the cheek with his yappy-hand too, smushing the tips of his digits against your cheek with an exaggerated smooch noise. You two have fully and successfully derailed the meeting with your shameless flirting.
Once he knows you like it I feel like he becomes relentless, as is his wont. If you ever bicker and aren't talking to him he'll be like "Soooooo, I know you aren't talking to Rodimus... But are you talking to Mr. Servo?" And you can see his servo closed up into that stupid little puppet shape peeking over your shoulder, giving you little kisses on your head, trying to get you to talk to him through a dumb, over-the-top voice and little digit smoochies.
Art by @archie-sunshine
I love him so much <3 Our favorite sillyboy <3
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2.5k Event Request - Sniper x GN!Reader
word count: 800
a/n: aheem heem, i was so hoping he would get the piss kink option for very obvious reasons!! for the purposes of this fic his camper van is fitted with the tiniest bathroom >:3
cw: piss, cum, hand job, bit of degradation, cramped conditions, showering together
🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)
Even with the curtains drawn over the small window, the sun still managed to hit your face, warming your cheeks and waking you up. The heat in the back of the van was always immense, given that there was no air conditioning back there. And it was only made worse by the fact that you always found yourself resting on Mick's chest, his arms wrapped around you and holding you close to his permanently warm body.
As you woke up to Mick's cheerful grin, the first thought on your mind was a shower to rid you of the copious amount of sweat that drenched you.
"Not enough water for both of us to shower, love. You wanna join me?"
The answer to that was always going to be a resounding and emphatic "yes", because you couldn't think of anything better than being pressed up against Mick, wet and naked.
And it was as good as it always was. Giggly, clumsy, a tight squeeze, but one you made work for you. His hands, soaped up and rubbing you down as you buried your head in his neck, kissing him, mouth filling with water but not caring.
"Fuck..."
Suddenly, his body tensed, and he began to wiggle a little, squirming uncomfortably before stepping back as much as he could.
"... I need to piss."
You both looked across to the toilet, so close but so far when you considered the amount of awkward readjustments it would take for him to get out of the shower around you and then back in again.
"Just go."
"What, in here?"
"Yeah."
Mick raised his eyebrows as though he were seriously considering it, all of his fantasies seemingly coming true in that moment, but he quickly brushed off the suggestion.
"Feel like that would be kind of pointless, don't you? Getting washed and clean and then letting me get you dirty again?"
"Who says you'd be pissing on me?"
He was stopped in his tracks, cheeks flushing redder than they already were as he realised he'd said too much.
"I-I meant... just that-"
Your laugh eased up some of the tension that was pushing down on him, your body, wet, naked, leaning into his as you spoke letting him know he was off the hook.
"I actually kind of like that idea. Getting me all filthy, making me smell like you. Marking your territory."
Receiving permission confused him, an unbelievable jolt of luck, an added extra to a day that had already started so well. He'd woken up next to you, your hand on his chest, he'd been naked in the shower, soaping you up, and now you were going to let him piss on you? He might as well have been dreaming still.
Not wanting to start off by doing too much, he nervously reached for his cock and held it still and steady, aiming it down to the shower tray. It took a moment for him to start, nerves putting a halt on the flow, but eventually, a steady stream erupted from him, splashing against your feet.
Mick let out a soft groan, the relief of letting go a comfort in itself, the arousal of knowing you were willingly allowing him to cover you in his piss giving the entire experience a heavenly quality.
It was interrupted by a swift movement, the feeling of your hand on him, gripping his cock, now semi-erect, and tensing your palm around it. He let out a soft moan, appreciative, mewling, and watched in awe as you aimed the stream higher up your legs.
As the yellow-tinted liquid hit you, warmer than the water from the shower, you watched Mick's face, turning from shock, to awe, to a lop-sided smile of arousal. The grin widened as you began to stroke his length, your palm skirting along his shaft, fingers running over his head as you reached the tip, blocking the stream, covering more of you in him.
His cock was stiff in your hand, throbbing as you kept pumping it in your fist, but the steady stream of his hot piss had stopped, a disappointment considering you were just getting into the swing of things.
"Aw, come on, Mundy! I thought you were desperate, I was hoping for more fun."
Your grip loosened as you began to move your hand away, but his own fingers were quickly tensed around your wrist, keeping you in place as he stared at you intensely.
"No, no, I just... have to... please, don't stop..."
His cock shifted, veins twitching against your palm as he came hard, thick ropes of his cum hitting your thigh, trickling down your leg and washed from you by the shower head.
"Ah... aaaah..."
Almost immediately after he'd finished spilling his seed onto the floor, the milky white splashes travelling down the drain, he began pissing again, finishing what he'd started.
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You need to start tagging your posts properly cause wtf
I just spent the whole day (I am wealthy and unemployed sorry) looking for your account, I couldn't remember your name and your post aren't tagged with easy to search terms, so I kept having to remember random stuff, like "They like satan... I bet there one of those people that call him Tantan, that's probably in the tags??"
And my ass searchs "Obey me #tantan" and find everything EXCEPT you. That is unacceptable my fellow Tumblr captive.
All I'm saying is tag your posts with the obey me tag or one of those regular character name tags, ((your special ones are good for searching for specific post on your account, but not for finding you in the actual serchbar haha..))
I know Tumblr doesn't matter but how will you get that tiny serotonin booster pack if people can't even find your silly little posts to reblog?
Yours truly
-L
My dearest L,
i dont wanna. aheem heem sniffle.
-𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁🪻
my tags have been bare bones for since ive started this blog and anything i wanted to show up in the fandom tag is just tagged w "obey me" and/or the charas plain/common name (like "satan" or "beel") other than that doodles are under my "*" tag which is linked on my blog description =w=)b
i dont care much for more ppl finding my stuff im already lucky with those i have right now o7
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