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i need more sub toby 🥹🥹🥹

𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 | ౨ৎ

A/N: not a part two of my prev toby fic (which will be coming), but i had finished making him in the sims and i thought 'wow. what i wouldn't do to have him face down ass up rn' and so i tamed myself and wrote this at 2am. enjoy!

art creds: @/shatteredankles (ily)

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wc: 2.3k | warnings: smut, uhh humpin' and grindin', toby likes to have his hair pulled, it gets him horny, dom!fem!reader and sub!toby, i think that's it.

Toby likes it when you pull his hair. It could be a casual thing, like gently carding your fingers through the tangles, trying to tug them free without pulling his focus away from the T.V. Or, it could be your hands anchoring to the dark brown tresses as he gets lost between your legs, working his mouth over you until you're breathless.

However you do it, pulling his hair will always leave him in a place between Heaven and Earth — Heaven because the sensation feels otherworldly, and Earth because it's you doing it. You didn't understand it at first when he was so insistent that you pull and tug at his hair whenever your heart desires, but it was a steady realization that he enjoyed the pressure it brought.

And the control.

On the couch, lying on your back while Toby drapes himself over you, cheek pressed to your collarbone, the tips of your fingers started to ghost around his hairline. Tucking his curls behind his ear, brushing them away from his face before leaning down to press your lips to his forehead. It's all soft gestures that should not have him clutching his hands around your hips in an attempt to keep himself stable.

It's like you're teasing him without meaning to. You don't even know what you do to him, do you? Never thought to realize that you've Pavlov'd him into immediately feeling pleasure the second your hand meets his hair. He tries to stop himself from groaning into your chest, turning his face to hide it between the curves of your breasts, only getting more buzzed at the smell of you.

"What's wrong?" you murmur, brushing his hair away from his eyes, again, completely unaware that he has to force his hips to stay still lest he rut into the couch.

He just shakes his head, further burying his face in your chest, arms moving beneath you in a crushing hug. "Nothin'," he rasps, voice muffled against your skin. "J-just getting comfy."

You hum and shuffle beneath him, legs spreading an inch wider for his hips to settle comfortably between. Now, he has to worry about keeping a clear mind as to not grind against you.

That's when you do it. Fingers dipping past his hairline, nails gently scratching along his scalp while you drag your hand through his hair. You tug just the tiniest bit, just enough to create some pressure, and whatever Toby had been trying to do to stabilize himself comes crumbling down with a breathy moan. It tapers off into a whine when your hand stutters, so he pushes his head further into your grasp.

"Keep g-going." He shifts, breath hitching when the material of his sweats catches deliciously against his growing cock. "Don't.. don't s-stop, please."

He twitches in your hold, arms tightening then releasing around you as his neck cuts sharply to the right. It's much less frenzied than usual, but there's a certain heaviness in his body that dulls his movements.

You catch on to what he's trying to say between muffled moans and a scattered whine he tries to hide against you again, only making you feel it in your chest instead of your ears. Per his request, you start your ministrations with a bit more weight, raking your nails against his skin and relishing in the groan that follows. Toby, a guy who bludgeons people for a living without much remorse, melts into putty from just a bit of tender love.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" you say, gripping his hair enough to angle his head back, lips brushing his ear. It's received greatly, if the jolt of his legs say anything. "Feels good, I bet."

It's that teasing lilt in your voice that should've pissed him off, shoving you away and ravaging you within an inch of your life; instead he just further crumbles in your embrace.

"S'good," he whispers, cheek now smushed to your chest, drooling from the gash in his cheek. Lips parted, pupils blown wide in a way that you rarely see in this position.

You coo, tugging a bit harder to feel him jerk, cock jumping where it's now trapped between the band of his sweats and the cleft of your thigh. Seeing him this way gets you all hot and bothered, knowing that this level of trust is hard to find somedays. He's willingly giving himself up to you and moans when you take it from him.

"F-ffuck," he sighs, mind too high in the clouds to care about keeping still, slowly rutting against you, a giddy smile painting his lips the moment your chest stutters under his head.

You're just laying there, pulling on him like he's nothing but a filthy puppet grinding on you, and there's something within that humiliation that gets him going even further.

"Harder– mmfuck, please."

The words barely spill from his mouth when you take a handful of his hair and pull hard, enough to force his sticky cheek away from your chest, neck craning uncomfortably. It rips a gutteral groan from him, sucking in air through his teeth as his eyes flutter. It's a filthy sight to see, but by God is it fucking beautiful.

Not a single thought runs through Toby's mind other than the disgusting need to ruin himself within you. His hands claw at your hips, trying desperately to pull your pants down to get himself closer to the warmth between your legs, but he's shaking too much and his attempts are too weak. You drop his head back onto your chest, nails raking up the nape of his neck, and he musters the strength to grab the side seam of your pants. Threads ripping when he pulls, relishing the gasp from your lips followed by an offended grunt of his name. He elbowed himself in the stomach when he jerked his arm, but the soon-to-be-blossoming bruise will never compare to how delighted he is to see you wearing his favourite underwear. A simple black piece with delicate lace along the seams that he'd tease his tongue over before going to town.

"G-God, you're the b-best thing that's ever hap-happened to me." The stutters that would usually force him into silence only spur him on, lidded eyes catching onto the way your face warms from the praise. It's a momentary slip in the dominant role you're taking on, since your fingers once again splay across his head and curl with the strands, using it as a handle to pull his face back up.

"I liked these pants," you pout, though your eyes are so dark that he knows you're not upset. If anything, it's like you've been waiting for him to tear them off.

"Wan'me to m-make it up to you?" Toby slides his hand across your stomach, trailing down until his palm cups the heat between your legs. His lips start their descent on your jaw, licking at your pulse and aiming to latch onto your neck until your hand once again tightens. Abrupt, like all of the other times you've done it, but his breathing still stops as he grinds against your leg. The way he holds onto you is so pathetically sweet that you can't help but chase after him.

"You know what I want, honey," you hum, hips moving slowly under him. His eyes strain to watch the limited space between you, shirts riding up with each shift, catching the tip of his cock poking out from his sweatpants. It leaves a sticky mess on the lace of your underwear.

Wordlessly, Toby hurries to push the ruined fabric of your pants down, just enough to expose you, then hooks his thumb under the band of his sweats and pushes them down as well. The weight of his body pins your leg against the back of the couch, hooked over his hip, while the other is being spread wider with a strong hand braced against it. He shuffles upwards, forehead bumping your temple; pressing a kiss to your cheek before taking himself in hand, brushing the tip of his cock along the seam of your leg. He's teasing, purposefully avoiding where you want him to be.

You pull his hair again, and precum leaks from his tip and smears across your skin. He jumbles out murmured pleas, slurred apologies that you know he doesn't mean considering the bright grin on his stupidly gorgeous face. It's all a ruse to get him off and you're glad to help him out.

Positioning himself correctly, he ruts against you and lets out a moan as the texture of your soaked underwear comes into contact with his sensitive head. He pushes on, eyes watching from the side as your head tilts down to watch. Your free hand, which has been resting uselessly beside your head when this all started, reaches down to join his between your legs. Your soft touch replaces the calloused grip he has on his dick, keeping him slotted against you. It feels criminally good, in a way that sparks heat at the base of your spine, and your own hips chase the sensations. Toby watches for a bit, eyes darting between your heated face and the increasing wetness between your thighs, then hooks the tips of his fingers under the gusset of your underwear and peels them to the side.

He wastes no time in angling his hips forward, guiding your hand to slip his dick between your lips, collecting the slick that's gathered there and using it to smoothly slide along you. The head of his cock catches your clit, the prominent veins on the underside of it thumping as more blood races down. Toby has started to drool again, saliva dripping into his hair and your shoulder. There's a few seconds of breathy silence where you two watch as he continues to grind against you, hips slow and languid, until his dick twitches and suddenly a flip has switched.

"I wanna ruin you," he groans, arm tightening beneath your back as the other splays a hand across your thigh, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. He's relying on you to keep him nestled between your legs, using his grip as an anchor to speed up his thrusts. A wet click, click, click comes every time he moves, evidence of just how wet you are and how much his tip is leaking, and his eyes flutter as he listens. It makes him smile, the corner of his lip tilted in that boy-ish way that you've always been drawn to. This is giving him an ego boost.

His eyes open when you scoff, brows pulled in confusion when he catches your face, regretting — he lies —everything he's ever done when you turn your head and look at him.

"Ruin me?" You pause, looking back down between your bodies, and he watches as your eyes harden when you look back up. "The only thing you're ruining are my pants, Rogers."

His whole body stutters unexpectedly and he gasps, surprised by the full body reaction of you doing something as simple as saying his last name. You've never.. done that before. It's always been Toby, or baby, honey, sweetheart, bitch, fuckface, whore — but never Rogers. For some unknown reason it makes his skin burn, heart thumping faster behind his ribs, eyes blown wide as his brain buffers.

It makes him feel human.

What follows is a blur of movement, your little noise of shock muffled by his mouth slamming down onto yours, tongue immediately pushing past your lips to join yours in a frenzied tangle. Wet, nasty noises drowned out by the sounds bubbling from his throat; a mess of moans and whines and desperate words unintelligible between a mix of English and German. You're one step closer to frying his brain.

The hand in his hair shakes, carefully moving — which is difficult when his hips rut fast against yours, jostling your bodies into the couch — and without breaking away from the kiss or slowing your own canting hips, you pull.

Hard enough that your hand cramps, muscles burning, nails accidentally scraping his scalp deep enough to tear skin.

Then, he's coming.

"Co-com–, oh fucking f-fuck, shit!"

Cum paints your lower belly, slipping down and into the cleft of your thigh, helping him slide faster and smoother between you and he catches your clit over and over again. It hits you suddenly as well, detaching from his spit-soaked lips as you throw your head back with a moan, and you're chasing right after his release with your own. He whimpers when your hand refuses to lift off of him, keeping him pinned between your legs while you drag yourself through the shocks of an orgasm, forcing his twitching hips to shake until the last of his cum stains your underwear.

Breathing fast, chests rising and falling quickly to catch your breaths; him sounding more broken and frazzled compared to your more tamed breaths. Lying there for five minutes before you unlatch from his hair, gripping the back of his neck to bring his lips into a soft kiss. It's weak, fueled only by love and care, and you wipe your cum-covered hand on your tattered pants before bringing it up to cup his face. He sighs at the heat, his shaking body slowly evening out into a consistent buzz in his ears.

"Thank you, baby," you murmur against his lips, shifting to kiss the corner of his mouth. He grins, stupidly in love and fucked dumb, and sticks his tongue out to lick your cheek. You squirm and laugh, half-assed pushing his face away until he relents and moves onto his knees.

Looking down at you, he's certain that he can cry just from the way you look up at him. But, he forces it down and sniffs, taking in the absolute mess he's made of you.

"Fr-from up here, y'look p-pretty ruined," he snickers, tracing a finger through the puddle that gathered between your thigh. He laughs when you try to shut your legs around his hand. "Told ya."

"Put your dick away and help me up, asshole."

© iillumoriaa - do not repost, translate, plagarize, or claim any of my works as your own.

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-> scheming with bimet / kiss booth | whb

• characters :: bimet ,, belial ,, background devils ,, mammon

• tw :: none !

• an :: was talking to @melzooted abt schemes with bimet :)) and thus came this !! its safe for work so nothing sexual happens besides kissing with tongue 🤑

it was a nice day, a little cloudy with some soft wind. the temperature wasnt too hot, not enough to break out into a sweat.

“are you sure we should price this high?” you asked with uncertainty. this was bimet after all, and he was eager to make as much as he could. a single kiss was 20 gold, while one with tongue was 40 gold. you didnt even know if you had 40 gold on you in person.

usually mammon or any devil you happened to be with would cover your costs. you were grateful for their generosity, but sometimes you feel like you’re taking advantage of them. you wanted to have some money for yourself at the most.

“what do you mean? any cheaper and you’ll need more than just some flimsy chapstick.” he scoffed at the thought of even lowering the prices. how else was he supposed to profit off of this? many devils are foolish enough to pay any amount to be in the presence of solomon’s child. if anything, he is being quite generous with the prices.

“nevermind that, are we good to open?” you asked instead, not wanting to argue with bimet. he squinted his eyes at the booth, at the decorations and the prices. he nodded and crossed his arms, “now we are going to be very busy so dont take too long with each customer. however, dont make the visit too small or dull. they won’t come back if you arent welcoming. if any customers get out of hand, i will deal with them personally. do you understand?”

you nodded your head, starting to feel nervous. you werent sure how many devils would show up, but seeing how big of a celebrity solomon was, it would certainly be the same for you.

bimet started to set up signs that explained the kiss booth, run by yours truly, and directions. after that, he made a post announcing the opening. not too long after, devils started to gather around.

they were all interested, a kiss from the child of solomon? who’d pass that up! bimet only smirked, sitting himself down behind the booth and counting as money started to pour in. his cheeks were flushed, almost whining with every piece of gold he counted.

you, on the other hand, were take your time with each kiss. your hands cradled the head of the devil you were kissing, plush lips against your own as they hummed into the kiss.

they were blushing furiously, eyes shut tight as they savored your taste. finally, you pulled away with a smile and a wave goodbye, “come again!”

the next devil appeared, eagerly handing over 40 gold in your hands. when you looked up, you saw a devil quite familiar.

“belial?! what are you doing here?” you asked in surprise, handing bimet the gold. jjyu answered for him as always, “i wanted a kiss, YOU BUG ASS LICKER!”

you only smiled, “of course. come closer so i can kiss you!” belial leaned in, your hands meeting his cheeks as your lips met his. he leaned into your touch, mouth opening as your tongue slid in.

you could taste his saliva, almost feeling your own cheeks warm up. it felt almost scandalous, kissing a devil you knew, and had committed intimate acts with.

you broke away from the kiss flustered. “thank you, YOU SCUM OF THE EARTH!!” jjyu screeched before belial left with a wave goodbye. next time you saw him, you were sure you’d grab jjyu and give him a little pinch or more. some things never change though.

you turned to the next devil and your jaw dropped. “mammon?! what are you doing here??” bimet also sat up from his seat behind the booth, shocked as well.

“i heard my master opened a kiss booth. i had to come check it out,” he said with a smile, sliding 40 gold into your palms as he leaned down. “i would like one kiss, with tongue.”

you nodded, handing bimet the gold and leaning forward to kiss mammon. instead of placing your hands on his cheeks, one went into his hair and the other onto his horn, pulling him deeper into the kiss as your tongue twisted with his.

he chuckled into the kiss, hands firmly planted on the counter of the kiss booth to steady himself. it took a lot of self control to keep himself from reaching in and grabbing you.

when the kiss was over he licked his lips, “do come see me later tonight.”

it was to get rid of that flustered feeling, even after a few more kisses from unknown devils. the day carried on, the line starting to grow shorter as the sun started to set. soon, the booth was closed and all devils that had visited were left satisfied.

“40,500…40,520…40,540. there you go, half of the money. thank your for your business,” bimet said as he handed you a bag full of gold and shook your hand. “please do come back with more brilliant ideas. i would enjoy making more money, perhaps in a different location. how about tartaros? devils there have more cash in their pockets than gehenna, or maybe abyssos? they’re all under the influence enough to just hand over their cash.” he smirked with knowingness.

“sure, we can go to one of those places next time. but first, i have something for you!” bimet looked shocked, but nonetheless interested. “oh? pray tell, what is it?”

“you have to lean down!” the devil did so begrudgingly, and you grabbed his face to plant a kiss upon his lips. “have a good day, business partner!” you said and grabbed your money, making your way towards the capital of gehenna for the night.

bimet stood there, shocked and flushed with his hands upon his lips. he shook his head with a smile, grabbing his own bag of money and heading towards tartaros.

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omg i need more masochist toby in my life 🤤🤤🤤

ok. it is a common theme in my writing to have toby’s inability to feel pain make him a bit of a sadist. but what if we flip the script. what if it makes him a masochist?

make no sense? ok let me explain.

Toby damn near begging you to break skin when you bite him, because of the sweet feeling of pressure then release. The dull throb of your teeth sinking deep into him. The warmth of the blood that trickles down his shoulder. His heart beats just as fast, even if he can’t feel the ache.

Toby encouraging you to cling, to scratch, to draw blood with your nails - only to be stood in front of the mirror for ages in the morning, admiring the pink and red stripes painting his back.

Toby wanting you to tug on his hair, claw at his arms, sink your teeth into his shoulder to muffle your moans. He can take it. Whatever you give him. And god, does the pressure of your grip make him feel needed.

Toby liking it when you overstim him, because it’s as close as he can get to the real fangs of pain. The discomfort feels like bliss. The itch under his skin makes him feel alive.

Toby always wanting twice as many marks on him as he leaves on you.

Toby being into breathplay because the lightheadedness, followed by greedy gulps of air feels like you’re bringing him back to life again.

like. are u picking up what I’m putting down

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kisses you on the cheek thanks for the food

youre welcome :D !! happy to provide 🫡

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angel ocs ,, apart of a metal band called fallen angels :)) lore below n full refs atm 👀 might write some x reader of them tho :D !!

angels lore ,, ish 🤞🤞

fallen angels || metal band ocs

they are all angels that are under Zagzazel’s command . they influence their fans to fall to sin so their Father would be disappointed in humanity and pay attention to the angels more .

zadkiel :: guitarist ,, his wings are on his ankles . his hair goes down to his midback ,, though its more wavy than the rest . he’s probably one of the loudest members ,, not exactly thinking through things before he acts upon them . this leads to him not fully submitting to zaggy’s authority and causing him the most injury of the group.

erelim :: drummer ,, his wings are on his mid back . he rarely talks even to his fellow brothers ,, he’s saving his voice to be pure and beautiful for his heavenly Father . he’s the least to pay attention to the fans .

raziel :: hes the songwriter ,, wings located on his wrists . hes the second oldest of them all ,, and the one to pay attention to fans the most .

uriel :: bassist ,, wings located on his lower back . he is the oldest member of them all ,, during a fight with a devil his face became heavily injured . he wouldnt part with his skin though, seeing it as a gift from his heavenly Father and removing it would be blasphemous to him. His skin is rotting constantly, though fans think its just makeup . he constantly has to restaple his skin to keep it in plsce .

cassiel :: vocalist ,, wings on his head where his ears would be . he is quite deaf ,, only able to hear his heavenly father . he’s the most professional of the band and has a voice that is quite soft . he’s the most obedient to zaggy of them all.

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heeheee

glasya

gotta provide for the 5 glasya enjoyers 🤞

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-> fingering glasya’s chest hole | whb

• characters :: glasyalabolas

• tw :: fingering ,, chest hole ,, bloody ,, horn grabbing ,, some bondage ,, creep cast reference ,, tit sucking ,, cumming in pants

• an :: @omkookie ,, some glasya content :))

“Are you satisfied yet?” Glasya asked, arms bound behind his back, laid upon his soft bed. He didn’t know where you learned to tie a rope this tight, too tight for him to easily break out of. You had straddled his lap, hands making quick work to open his uniform and reveal the gaping hole in his chest. 

“Is that what you’re interested in? I thought you’d want to focus on something else.” His darkened gaze remained the same, voice almost monotone. “Stop talking, or I’ll make you.” It wasn’t an empty threat, but you didn’t want to hear his meaningless chatter. All you wanted was to hear his moans when you stuck your fingers in him. 

“Do your worst, you’re just a weak human.” 

He never knew when to shut his mouth. The noose around his neck quickly tightened, the red rope burning into his skin. It wasn’t too hard to breathe, but it was still uncomfortable to talk. Your hand gripped his horn, angling his head back onto his mattress. 

“You have no room to talk,” was all you said before letting your fingers ghost over the hole.  He clicked his tongue, “be gentle at least.” 

You ignored him, your fingers circling the wound before dipping your pointer finger inside. It was cold and wet, already seeing the blood from it gather on your skin. Glasya groaned, eyebrows knitting together as he tried to watch your actions. 

Your other fingers soon followed in suit, the hole was almost large enough to fit your whole hand. The devil groaned, teeth baring behind his lips. “I said be gentle!” He hissed out. 

“Shut up before I eat you like a bug,” you retorted and dug your fingers deeper. The wound wasn’t fully healed, but it didn’t bother you. Your hand still on his horn started to stroke it up and down, attempting to level out the pain with pleasure. He bit his lip, though he didn’t keep his mouth shut for too long. 

Your lips attached to his exposed nipple, fingers still deep inside his wound and your other hand continuing to stroke his horn. Your ass bumped against his growing member, glad to know he’s getting off from this even if he’s exactly being stimulated in the spot he wants. 

“You’re really getting off to this? You’re more gross than I thought you to be.” Before he could give a snarky reply, your hand tightened on his horn, your fingers from his hole retreating. Blood dripped onto his chest, your hand smearing it everywhere before latching onto his other nipple. Teasing and pinching, your movements increased. 

His horns were starting to drip with liquid, wiggling your ass against his boner until he finally moaned loudly. His eyes closed shut, hips thrusting up into you, his pants becoming wet from cumming. His horns leaked liquid heavily, sliding onto your hand and down your arm. 

“You finally came, huh? I wonder what Leviathan would think if I told him about how pathetic you are.”

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realest anon ive ever seen ty anon for telling facts

Counter! I fully believe pipes, swerve, rewind, minimus, and tailgate (minibot lovers rise up!!) would be into humanussy!

agreed - but Rodimus will always be number 1 in my heart...

also Minimus finally gets to frag someone smaller than him lmaooooo

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saving for later ,, interesting concept 👀👀ill try to write it out lowk

Thinking some thoughts about Obey Me because I’m sexually frustrated….. this is going to be nsfw if you couldn’t tell

Now imagine a mc who has never had a good sexual experience their whole life, their partner(s) either finishing too early or them just having a hard time getting to that point (me). Mc eventually is having sex with one of the obey me men and they try edging them by stopping, which causes them to be like “oh.. you’re done ok” with a blank look and then trying to you know, get dressed and leave not much of a reaction because they are used to it. IMAGINE HOW THEY WOULD REACT this makes me laugh so much someone PLEASE use this idea and tag me I’m desperate 🙏🙏 there’s always edging in some fics and I would literally get pissed if someone tried it with me when I already can’t cum for shit

Off topic but when I read fics that say something like the reader already over the edge when they put it in I’m like cmon now… it’s going to take a lot more than that for me

How I feel asking someone to write about this

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jar incident

AHA GET JARRED

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-> use me | whb

• characters :: dantalian, ronove

• tw :: dead dove do not eat | this has violent sexual content, if you are uncomfortable then don’t read it please ! dom reader, afab reader, everything is consensual, voyeurism, handjob, frottage, scars and cutting them open, knifeplay, vaginal sex/penetration, dry humping, choking and suffocation, throat stepping, creep cast reference (the scariest part)

• an :: tyy to my mootie who helped give me some ideas on where to go with this !! :D i hope you all enjoy and i truly do mean it when i say don’t read if you’re not a fan of violent sexual content bc this piece contains a lot of it !!

You’re not too sure how you even convinced Asmodeus to let you see his prisoners, let alone get in the cells to one of them. Nevertheless, you did owe the two a visit, having to deal with their whines and consistent texts with not so innocent messages. The photos they would send only made it harder to ignore your growing desire for them. It’s as though they had planned this from the start. 

“I must admit, I’m still a little shocked that you’d request to see them. Why not spend a moment with me instead? I’m sure I can satisfy your desires.” It wasn’t unusual for the king to give such flirtatious remarks. “Not today, but maybe one day.” You knew better than to fall victim to him, ignoring the growing need inside you. 

“Suit yourself, anything else you wish to ask of me before I open the cage?” Asmodeus raised an eyebrow. “Well, is it floppy?” The king was confused but you refused to elaborate. 

“Nevermind, are you going to let me in?” you turned your head to Asmodeus. The king stood beside you, handing under his chin as he hummed to himself. Dantalian was gripping the bars to his cell, his breathing heavy as he stared with pleading eyes. 

“I suppose I could.” Asmodeus had unlocked the door, though only doing a few recitals in an unknown language. Cells in Abbadon were locked well; they had to be to prevent any devils from getting out. Having loose Abbadon devils in hell was asking for trouble. It didn’t help that the two devils in the cell almost destroyed hell more than once. 

“Don’t break him too much, I might need him for later.” The king chastised before opening the door enough for you to slip into the cell. You waved to him before fixing your gaze on Dantalian. He was wearing a more exposed outfit, shorts so high that his legs were almost bare. Though his shirt had a long v-neck, letting his chest show bruises left from who knows what. Yet, his power made you want to wrap your hands around his neck. It truly was hard holding back against him, not wanting to hurt him too much even if he’d like it. 

“Please, stop staring and touch me.” His hands were still tied behind his back, eyes pleading as he dropped to his knees. “Please hit me, choke me, anything! I’m waiting, use me as you want to.” His cheeks were already flushed despite nothing happening. Ronove stood on the other side, separated by the bars. His hands held onto the bars, drool dripping down his chin as he watched eagerly. 

“Hmm,” you held your chin with your hand, turning to the devil on the other side of the cell. “What do you think I should do first?” You asked for his inquiry. Ronove’s grin widened, using a singular hand to point at Dantalian. “Push him down. Be rough, rub his face into the ground.” 

Just hearing those words made Dantalian whimper, staring up at you with flushed cheeks and a growing need in his shorts. It would be rude to deny him any longer, taking a step forward you waste no time with grabbing his shoulders and forcefully shoving his body down. You swore you could’ve heard his head bang against the ground, almost cringing at the pain if not for the moan he let out. Your hand gripped the side of his head, forcing him to turn his head to the side and held him there. 

Your legs were quick to straddle his legs, keeping him pinned under your touch. You turn back to Ronove, waiting for what else he has to say. Dantalian’s chest rose and fell quite fast, anticipating the devil’s words. 

“Put your hand under his shirt. His skin is quite soft, isn’t it?” Ronove beckoned, watching intently as your free hand moved to the hem of the shirt. Dantalian side-eyed you from his position underneath, biting his bottom lip as your fingertips traced his skin. It was soft, as though he’d been lathered in lotion often. 

“Do you feel the marks? The scratches I’ve left behind?” You could feel the healing skin, almost envisioning the light marks on dantalian’s skin. “Press your lips to them. Do it, go ahead, he won’t bite back. Rub your tongue against it.” Ronove’s request was quite strange, yet it didn’t make you stop. 

Lifting Dantalian’s shirt up enough to see the marks, your head moved towards his stomach where obvious incisions had been made. Your tongue slipped between your lips, moving to lick one of the marks and pressing a wet kiss to it. The little devil beneath you whimpered, becoming more aroused with every kiss you pressed to his scars. 

Ronove was rough with him, making sure to leave proof he’d been there. Yet your touch made him feel as though he was being healed, your kisses hiding the scars he allowed himself to have. Feeling your soft lips against something so private yet sensual made him leak in his underwear. His hips pressed up against yours, eager for more. 

“Hold him down, it’ll be a moment before he gets what he wants. I want you to play with him, see what makes him submit to you.” Your hips moved towards his, pressing down enough to keep him from grinding into you. It did little to cease the friction between you two, his erection pressed between your legs. You could feel yourself begin to grow wet between your legs, eager for the night ahead of you. 

Your eyes scanned his pale skin, looking at the bruises left behind. What would happen if you bit them? Dig your teeth into the purple skin and keep them there, not enough to draw blood but enough to leave marks. You grabbed Dantalian’s arm, bringing his wrist to your face and opening your mouth. The devil moaned when your teeth made contact, eyebrows furrowing as he stared at you. 

“Please! More! Do more to me! Anything you want, anything!” Dantalian bit his lip again, his eyes begging at you for more. You removed your mouth, gazing at the indents left behind by your teeth. Your hand moved from his wrist and down to his hips, moving yourself back from off him. Your hand held his hips down while the other started to work at his shorts, slipping them down and off of him. 

The bulge in his underwear was clearer than ever, a wet spot forming where his tip was leaking at. Ronove licked his lips from where he watched, a hand reaching down to palm at his own growing erection. 

“Touch me,” Dantalian whispered, urging you to further your actions. Instead of removing his underwear, you slipped out of your own clothing, leaving only your underwear on as well. You got back on top of him, pinning the devil down once more and seating yourself on his lap. 

His cock twitched in his underwear, his hips grinding up into you. “If you want me to touch you so badly, you’ll have to work for it.” Dantalian whined, hips quickly rutting up into your own. He was desperate for any sort of stimulation, harmful or not. “Come on, show me what you can do.” You urged him on, keeping the rest of his body but his hips pinned down. 

The bulge in his underwear rubbed against your clothed clit, sending a wave of pleasure every time he rubbed against it. Your breath became heavy, fixated on his reddened face. With every thrust upwards, his breathing started to stutter. 

“You must not want it that badly, I can barely feel you.” You smirked, feeling his hips become faster in his attempts to reach you. A wet spot started to form on your underwear, becoming more aroused from the friction. 

“Stop,” Ronove commanded, shirking his pants down and pulling out his hardened cock from his underwear. “Remove his clothes, I want to see him.” The devil licked his lips, waiting patiently as Dantalian’s hips stopped moving. You slid the smaller devil’s underwear off, making quick work to get rid of yours as well. 

Dantalian wasn’t as big as Ronove was, but that didn’t make him smaller than average. He wasn’t thick, but he wasn’t short either. The tip was bright red, leaking with pre and aching for release. Ronove was starting to drool more than he usually was, the saliva dripping down his gag and chin. 

You grabbed at Dantalian’s dick, giving it a light squeeze and starting to rub him up and down. Your thumb spread his pre around the tip, hearing his breath hitch. “Squeeze harder,” Ronove commanded, and you followed his order. 

“Hah! Not too tight!” Dantalian’s cries fell on deaf ears, ignoring what he said and continuing to stroke him with a tight grip. “Bring him closer to me.” You nodded in response, letting go of his dick and pulling the devil beneath you up. Before he had a chance to steady himself, you pushed him against the bars towards Ronove, his hardened cock fitting in between.  

Ronove grabbed it, giving a harsh tug and moving his face close to Dantalian’s. “Your tears won’t save you here,” he whispered, his free hand moving to cup the devil’s cheek. Ronove’s tongue poked through the bars, licking at his face. You stood behind Dantalian, body pressed against his to keep him where he was. 

Ronove removed his hand from Dantalian’s face, moving it towards the belt holding his pants up. He undid it, making quick work to unzip the crotch area of his pants. He palmed himself through his underwear, bulge huge in his grasp as he slid his cock out. 

He pushed his tip against Dantalian’s, stroking both of their cocks at the same time. Dantalian moaned, rutting his hips against the bars separating the both of them. Ronove’s precum spread across Dantalian’s dick, moving to hold both cocks in one hand as he stroked them. You occupied yourself with pinching Dantalian’s nipples, pressing wet kisses into his neck before biting hard into his skin. 

“C-cumming!” was all the warning he gave, semen spurting from his cock and onto Ronove's dark clothing. Ronove let go, letting you pull the devil away from the bars and back onto the ground. “Choke him, do what you wish to do now,” Ronove said, pumping his cock slowly, thumbing the head. 

You removed your underwear, getting back on top of Dantalian and rutting your hips against his. You were becoming more desperate the longer you had to wait, not caring how his cum spread against your thighs. Your hands wrapped around his neck, feeling his own come up to attempt to push yours away. 

His legs kicked out from underneath, his hips rutting up into you as he did so. The friction was heavenly, feeling his tip against your entrance as he finally managed to slip inside. 

“Too soon! Please!” He cried, but Ronove was quick with his retort. “Ignore him, take what you want. Use him as you like,” he licked his lips, starting to stroke himself faster. 

You rode against Dantalian, holding his body against the ground as he thrusted up into you, matching with your pace as he tried to whimper. Your fingers blocked his larynx, causing indistinguishable words to come from his throat. 

He continued to plead, hoping you would give him a moment to gather himself. Yet you wouldn’t give him such mercy, riding him in the pace that was most comfortable for you. His tip rubbed against your g-spot in just the right way, angling your hips so he could continue to hit it over and over. 

“Take this,” Ronove slid a shiny object through the bars, landing within your reach. You weren’t sure where he obtained a pocket knife from, but you didn’t think too hard about it before grabbing it. 

You held it up in front of Dantalian, making sure he was aware of what you were about to do to him. “Where should I cut you? You’ve been awfully squirmish, y’know.” Your hand still choking him had let go of his neck, letting him breathe for a moment before grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head. You slid the edge of the knife against his chest, down to his stomach. 

“Maybe here, on your hip?” The edge pressed lightly into his skin, causing him to squirm in response. “Or perhaps I should just reopen your scar here? You’d like that, yeah?” The blade moved upwards towards his ribs, hovering over a few scars left behind. 

“Anywhere, please, please hurt me,” he cried. “Anywhere, are you sure?” He nodded his head, biting his bottom lip to hold back any whimpers. You dug the blade into his scars, moving it slowly to let the bleed seep out. 

You continued for the other scars left behind, moving the blade down a little towards the middle of his stomach and finally carving your first initial into his skin. “There, now anyone you happen to spend time with will know you’re mine.” 

He cried, tears falling down his cheeks as he continued to rut his hips into you. Your fingers played with the blood coming out of his cuts, rubbing it over his pasty skin. “Are you close?” 

Dantalian nodded, eyes hazy as he stared up at you, eager for anything else you’ll give him. “Too bad, you better hold it in.” 

“I will, I will,” his voice wavered. You set the knife down beside you, moving your hand down to your clit for more stimulation. You were so close, seeking out your own orgasm without focusing on Dantalian. 

The devil cried beneath you, feeling your walls tighten around him as you rode out your high. Your feeling of euphoria was soon over, stilling in your movements before finally getting off Dantalian. 

“Hey, don’t leave me here.” He begged, reaching a hand out for you. “Who said I was done with you?” His eyes widened, and soon he was pushed against the ground once more, face first with your feet landing on the back of his neck. 

“Go ahead, finish yourself off for me.” His whines were muffled by the floor, hips grinding into the cold ground. It didn’t take long before he came, pearlescent liquid seeping into the ground as he humped. 

You removed your foot from his neck, finally finished having your fun with him. He quickly rolled back over, gasping for air as he curled into himself. “Invite me again soon.” You told Ronove as you gathered your clothes, slipping them back on your body. He had finished himself off around the same time Dantalian had, licking the cum off his hand. 

“Don’t worry, we will.” 

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bros moistured

Gecko core

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-> when they are able fo tell you were masturbating | transformers

• characters :: motormaster ,, hook ,, onslaught ,, first aid

• tw :: very suggestive ,, not too nsfw but theres are hints of the characters being turned on / self servicing themselves ,, pretty used as a name in onslaught’s part to describe reader ,, reader is pretty ambigous in gender

• an :: crazy title for a reappearance on tumblr 😵‍💫😵‍💫 getting back into transformers ,, especially the combiner groups !! i love them sm ,, there will definitely be more of them when i get to writing again :) i hope you enjoy !! minors dni

> Motormaster:

It was his turn to pick you up from your house to bring you to base. The Stunticons would take turns, though in the beginning it would usually be an all out brawl to pick who would get you. He can still feel the pain in his helm from those earlier times, how much of a pain in the aft it was to break up the fights between Dragstrip and what poor soul had gotten sucked into a fight with him. 

He was thankful you lived close enough to base. He wouldn't have to waste energon to pick you up. Not that he minded either way, you had a sort of charm to you that had wormed its way into his mind. Nights with you he had once dreaded he now considers himself lucky if he gets you alone. 

It was hard to get your attention when you spent it on comforting Breakdown or wrestling around with Dragstrip. Moments between you were few, yet he cherishes them more than he hungers for energon.

Motormaster wouldn’t have thought he’d let himself become softened up by some squishy. Yet, you weren’t just some squishy, but rather someone he considered close to him. He curses the unfamiliar feeling in his chassis, hoping it would go away as he pulled up beside your driveway. He never parks in it, his trailer is too big and long to park in the small space provided in front of your house. 

However, it was unusual for you to be late when coming out from your home. He always makes sure you have ample time to get ready before he pulls up, letting you get what you need done before joining them. He opts for giving your number a call on his comlink, hearing nothing but static for a good moment before you finally picked up. 

“Motormaster? Oh gosh, I’m sorry I lost track of time! Give me a minute, I’ll be out in a sec.” That was all you had said before hanging up, not letting him get a single word in. 

His passenger side door opened up when he saw your somewhat rushed getup walk out the door. You were sweating a little, he could see how your skin glistened under the sunset. Before he could question what you were doing that made you lose track of time, he smelled something unfamiliar about you. 

Rather than the sweet scent you usually wear, courtesy of some liquid in a small bottle that you called ‘perfume’, you smelled more sensual. As though you were in a moment of ecstasy;seemingly self servicing yourself. It was intoxicating, the smell stuck in his mind, unable to move. 

“Motormaster? Is something wrong?” Your voice was sweet and understanding as always with him. He grunted a simple ‘no’, and pulled away from your house, heading towards the decepticon base. 

You had no idea how shameless he would be later on in his own self servicing antics, fantasising about your honeyed voice and sultry smell. 

> Hook:

He’s not sure why Scrapper lets the other constructicons treat you so roughly when all they do is end up harming you. Hook knows they don't mean it, but they’re all too dumb around you to realize when their antics become too harsh. 

As soon as he returned from a mission he had enquired as to where you were, only to find out that you got caught in a little scaffold between Mixmaster and Long Haul, the two were arguing while you tried to mediate and stop their bickering. Yet, it ended up with you hurt and the rest of the constructicons worried. 

He really should reprimand the two later, he makes a mental note of it in the back of his processor as he makes his way to the closed room you had resided in. Hook worries for what happened, wondering if you’ll have more bruises or if there’s something more grisly waiting for him behind the door. 

Before he could even raise a folded servo to knock, a musky scent catches his attention. One he’s become all too familiar with the closer he is to human civilization. He stands there, almost starstruck as his energon runs a little too fast in his body. His plating suddenly feels too heavy, too tight, a growing need often ignored flaring up. 

‘Primus, help me,’ he groans internally, fighting between ignoring his growing desires and checking up on you, even if it means interrupting your little session, or turning around and heading straight to his habsuite. What if he offered you help of his own? Were you alone in there? The more he questioned himself, the harder it became to pull himself away from the door. 

This was a problem for another day. Whatever wounds you got from his comrades could wait if it didn't stop you from pleasure. He could always take a look at them later, he tells himself as he retreats to his habsuite. 

> Onslaught: 

While the combaticons were known to be more unpredictable, becoming close to the very creatures they were told to disregard during the war was not something most decepticons would expect. Yet, their connection with you was stronger than their need to rebel. It seemed as though anything they did caused drama to stir, whether it was something Swindle had overpriced, or Brawl causing unnecessary fights, it wasn’t unusual for other decepticons to hold a distaste against them. 

It was strange how they all sought you out in their own ways. Swindle had introduced you to the combaticons as his ‘business partner’, but they all had grown attached to you. It took some time and hard effort, yet you became a daily part of their lives. Onslaught was more than aware of the effect you had on his comrades. 

Brawl had become more antsy for a fight, looking for a way to show off to you any chance he got. Vortex would offer you rides in his cockpit, as long as you held on tight to him. He didn’t understand nor care for the concept of how gravity would work against you when he took flight. 

Blast off, while he was close to Onslaught and was aware of his problems and concerns, always offered advice and comfort for the leader. When he wasn’t there, you were; ready to listen and offer your own solution to his endless problems. He knew the team would occasionally run into trouble, with each other or others. 

Here he was once again, seeking out your soft touch. Well, it wasn’t all he sought from you. Sometimes when it was late and you were awake, he would offer to drive you around. The cool air would ease his mind when things got hard, or something had happened earlier in the earth day that stuck with him. He vented to you often, though he always felt a small guilt from it. A small, pretty thing like you shouldn’t always have to hear his troubles. You should be safe from the spoils of war, yet the world never worked in the favor of the innocent. He wishes he could cradle you away from the harsh world, keep you to himself and away from his teammates. Some days, he allows himself to be so selfish. 

He’ll lock the door to his habsuite, only you and him cooped up as you ramble about your day. Onslaught loves the way you happen to stutter over your words when you get heated up talking about things that ticked you off. His optics are always too focused on the way your pink tongue licks your lips, wondering what would happen if he wanted his own glossa there instead. 

He’s not sure what to do with these invading thoughts, what to do about the rush he gets from wanting to see what’s under your soft clothing. He wonders what you look like under it, how soft your skin would be under his touch, what sounds you’d make as he satiates his curiosity. 

Before he even bothers opening the door to your own secluded area, a random storage room you declared as ‘your space’ and had already moved some miscellaneous items in there, he falters in his step. Something smelled sweet, sweeter than you usually did. It wasn’t that thick liquid, ‘lotion’ he remembers, that you smother on yourself. 

It’s more haunting than that; a mech’s wet dream, something straight out of a fantasy. Was that what humans smell like when they frag? His mind was starting to race with questions. Were you fragging? It didn’t sound like it, was it self servicing then? How scandalous, to do such a closed act around mechs like the combaticons. 

Should he enter? What would he say? Would he offer to help, finally live out his fantasy or would it scare you away? The smell was too captivating, taking over his train of thought. 

It was now or never, he decided as he opened the door. 

> First aid:

Trying to get you away from Streetwise or Groove was always difficult. The two were glued to you; without effort the moment you get brought up in a conversation the two are the first to provide input or start talking about you. First aid can’t blame them, he’s aware of how much you’ve captivated the team. 

Even Blades, which is saying something. The bot is more tightlipped than the others are, more skeptical and prone to violence than the rest. How ironic is that, a bot meant for protection and saving being more violent than necessary. 

Who is he to judge, though? There isn’t a lot he can do to persuade Blades’ perspective and lifestyle, yet you seem to have softened him up. To be fair, you’ve softened them all up. They were all skeptical with their mission, sent to Earth to protect life there. 

Though, he’s glad to have you here. They all are, though First aid likes to think he’s more appreciative than the rest. It's the truth in his mind, at least he believes so. He’s thankful it’s his turn to pick you up, meaning he gets more time alone with you. 

The protectobots all take turns picking you up, even if some dread it when others get time with you. Though you’re usually not this late coming out from your house. Did something happen? Or did decepticons snag you up? He hasn’t seen any activity, but it doesn’t mean the chances are zero. 

When you do come out, you look a little more dishevelled than usual. It was your day off, did you just recharge for a bit? You’re breathing a little more heavy too, were you sick? 

“Is everything okay?” He asks with a swing of his passenger door opening, allowing you to climb inside and buckle up. You look almost embarrassed at the question, why he wonders.

Your scent is off, more musky and sensual than usual. Something about it makes him excited, confused as to why he feels hot all the sudden, especially in his lower area. 

“No, everything’s fine. Are you okay, though?” Your voice seemed concerned, and hearing it alone made First aid want to grind his denta to prevent any noises from slipping. He wasn’t sure why he felt this way, his plating too tight around his body all the sudden as he started to back out and onto the street. 

“Yes, everything’s fine.” His words are strained, your scent intoxicating as he tries to remain focused on the road. He’ll figure out why he’s reacting this way when he gets back to base, or maybe just wank it out. Pleasure first, details later perhaps? 

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i leave the fandom for a few months and this the shit that happens 😭😭😭 insanity at its finest. They act so immature for their big age, also complaining about problematic things when they’re apart of whb fandom?? its not gonna magically disappear, theres many problematic features and characters within the game.

WHB FANDOM PSA

Hello guys it’s your local shrimp here with a head’s up for those in the WHB fandom. I’m not one to waste my time for people like this and I’d block them ASAP but I don’t want my moots in this fandom to have any sort of encounter with this person at all.

But why make a post at all? Because of how the game is and how crass this person can be. WHB has dark themes and concerning content and content creators have gone and added/expanded on them in one way or another. This user in question has shown that he gives 0 thought and concern of what he says towards people who he considers “problematic” and means what he says and doesn’t reflect on any of it.

[ TW: encouragements of suicide/self harm, mentions of incest, accusations of rape and pedophilia, and just a rancid personality in general ]

The user is @/hypertonicplague

He interacts and posts in the fandom tag and also has his own OCs. It’s all well and good but outside of the game’s tag? It gets ugly.

“You can control what you post.”

Yeah he consciously and wholeheartedly says these shit words like a mantra and you know he won’t say sorry or change his mind about it.

He's talking as if calling someone a pedophile or that they will rape their family members aren't heavy accusations.

“We gotta up the pressure.” As if he didn’t just tell people to die/commit suicide and it's just a pep talk to boost someone's confidence.

Mind you, this person is 24 years old.

They are like this on other social media accounts too. Don’t bother scrolling though their other socials because I guarantee that it’s a cesspit of hate. They will tell people to kill themselves and accuse people of being a pedophile or that they are willing to sexually assault their own family…over fandom things. This active campaign for wishing harm to others while having 0 self restraint, 0 maturity, and 0 braincells is sad and pathetic to see.

I strongly advise blocking them to save yourself from the possible headache (or a possible death threat if they deem your post “problematic” enough. Or, if you have time to spare, report them. Those kinds of posts are against Tumblr guidelines. There should be consequences to actions like this.

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personal outtake

Kung makaasta akala mo kung sino wala naman palang ambag sa lipunan. Ang tanda mo na pero ganyan ka pa rin. Di ka naman nahihiya sa sarili mo. Wala ka na ngang respeto sa iba tas wala ring sympatiya sa iba kundi sa sarili mo lang. Papaapi-api ka pa na parang di ka lang nagsabi ng nakakasukang mga salita sa kapwa mo. 

Tingnan mo nga sarili mo. Pinagmamalaki mo pa yung basurang personalidad mo.

You are on Tumblr dot com. It is the hellsite. Don't go bringing your tiktok/x bullshit over here.

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-> twt links | whb

• characters :: phenix ,, eligos ,, dantalian ,, foras

• tw :: afab reader ,, femdom/dominant reader ,, no pronouns specified ,, handjob ,, cum / excessive cum use ,, bondage ,, overstimulation

• an :: make sure you’re logged into your twt account to make it easier to access the links ^^ !! a little treat while im away for vacation :)) slowly starting to get back into writing more now that its summer 🫡🫡 i did one scenario for each character with its corresponding twt link . the rest of the links are other vids i thought fit the characters :) lmk if yall want more of these 👀👀 also a headsup ,, some of the vids or descs may be in a foreign language in case anyone was interested or needed to know

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“Please! Please! Oh!” Phenix squirmed under your touch, cum starting to spray out in large ropes as your hands continued to stroke him. The vibrator in his ass only added to the intense pleasure, his vocal chords ringing with ‘ohs!’ the more you pumped him. 

His arms were tied behind his back, unable to touch you. All he could do was buck his hips into your hands, crying out as he came once more.

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The pearls dividing his balls rubbed deliciously against his hardened cock. Your hand was at a slow pace, yet your grip was tight. Eligos felt as though he were on cloud 9, his mind fuzzy as you pumped his cock. 

He bit his bottom lip, eyes screwing shut as he moaned softly. Your hand stopped moving, watching as pearly, white ropes of cum started to drip down his cock. 

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Dantalian shivered, the cold air made goosebumps stand up on his skin. His limbs were bound, his mouth covered with a certain red ball gag. The rope burned against his skin, the euphoric feeling of the rough material against him only made his cock ache as he waited for your touch. 

“You look so cute like this! Maybe we should practice different positions,” You commented, a hand ghosting over where he wants you most. The tip of his cock was an angry red, roped tightened around it and his hips bucking forward in hopes he could reach your hand. 

He muttered slurred words behind the gag, drool starting to drip down his chin. “What was that? Use your words, baby.”

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“Hah, please, can I cum now?” Foras whined, mouth parted with a pant. One hand caressed the tip of his cock while the other pumped him. “I’ll think about it,” was all you answered. Your hands slowed their movements, tempting him to cum. His legs shook lightly, chest heaving as he moaned. 

“Please, please let me cum,” tears started to appear in his eyes. He always begged nicely, his voice wavering just enough to show how close he was to release. “Are you ready?” He nodded quickly, his muscles tightening under his skin when your hands sped up. 

“Oh, oh, thank you,” he gasped, feeling cum starting to leak out the tip. His chest rose and fell with each breath he took, his eyes closed as his body shook with pleasure. 

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he has GYATTT to stop arching his back when he shoots 😭🫣

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-> thundercracker gets laid | idw/transformers

• characters :: thundercracker

• tw :: afab reader, she/her reader but you/your pronouns, vaginal penetration, tc getting laid for the first time in forever, mass displacement, praise (character receiving), cumming inside

• an :: getting sucked back into transformers ,, give tc a little love <3 mdni

"Hah, so tight!" his servos came up to grasp your hips. How long had it been since he last interfaced? Humans were a guilty pleasure, their bodies more flexible than cybertronians. He might as well be one of the few decepticons that took an interest in the people of this planet.

There was no way the autobots weren't getting in on any action. They're closer to humans than he was, and he usually spared them during battle. He tried his best to save them when he could, more than aware of how similar they were to his race.

Primus, you were a vixen. Your small hands settled on top of his servos, grinding your hips against his. His spike throbbed inside of you, thundercracker groaned when he felt you clench around him. He was short of breath, his optics on the verge of flickering and turning off. He hoped he didn't overload early and leave you unsatisfied.

"Is this the best you've had yet? You look so flustered right now," your voice was so sultry, words smooth against your tongue as you spoke. Was he overheating? Did his fans just kick on? Primus, he was pathetic.

"Just...go slow," he pouted, and his optics furrowed. "Of course."

With a slow drag, you lifted your hips, and it took everything in him not to overload right then and there. The way your walls felt around his spike was unlike anything he'd experience. You were wet and warm, an experience he never even thought he could have. Cybertronians weren't this warm, nor this tight, not even minicons.

"You're so pretty beneath me. Look at you, a big, bad decepticon," your hands moved from his servos and to his chassis. "Yet you're reduced to nothing but a mess in my hands. I wonder how your fellow seekers would react?"

He'd feel shame, or so he thought. A decepticon mingling with a human isn't all that heard of, save for the insecticons. They would gladly put their servos on anything they could grab. Anything they didn't deem as food they might as well rut against.

Would Starscream and Skywarp think differently of him? It's not as though they aren't aware of his infatuation with you. Though they probably didn't expect him to go as far as to interface with you. He'd crumble in embarrassment and shame if they ever found out. He hopes they never do.

Your lips planted a kiss to his, leaning over his body. The tip of his spike rubbed against your entrance, not fully inside yet just enough to cover the head of it. Your skin was soft under his servos, squishy and welcoming. This was a mech's wet dream to experience.

Some transfluid had already started to form at the tip, rubbing against your pussy lips and mixing with your own arousal. Thundercracker only groaned at the sight, moving a servo up your body. From your back and trailing up towards your chest, holding one of your breasts in his palm.

He wasn't too informed on the human body to know what these were for, yet the reaction you gave was enough to tell him you felt pleasure from it. He rubbed a digit over your nipple, squeezing your breast gently as you sunk down on his spike. One of your hands moved up to his faceplate, resting against his cheek as you let out a soft moan.

Thundercracker couldn't help the way he twitched inside you, reading to overload. As you became more accustomed to his spike, you became bolder. Your hips are rising and lowering faster than before, his servo tightening its grip on your hips with every bounce. His optics followed the way your breasts moved, entranced at how your body reacted to his.

He whined, his optics starting to flicker in tune with your bouncing. He bit his bottom lip, moving his servo back to your hip and holding you in place before easily sliding you up and down his spike. The tip rubbed against a cluster of nerves, making you moan and allow him to control your body.

Your hand moved from his face and between your legs, fingers working at your clit. You were close, full of a thick spike that was leaking and leaving a purple mess against your thighs. "Are you close?"

Thundercracker hadn't answered, more focused on trying to be as gentle as he could with your body but holding you tight enough to maneuver you how he wanted. "Almost there...!" he grunted, sitting up from laying down. His wings started to twitch, his open mouth pants starting to turn to static as he started to thrust his hips up into you.

With a loud moan, his optics turned black, powering off as he spilt his transfluid inside you. Purple liquid in the same consistency as semen started to drip out and down your thighs. You had cum not long after, clenching around his spike and panting as your fingers stroke your clit.

His optics turned back on, gazing intently on the mess he had made between your legs. Your pants matched his own, recovering from the high you both had.

"Next time you need to let off some steam, hit me up. I don't mind going for round two," you licked your lips and raised your eyebrows at him.