#Yeah. yeah

[petrichorium]

i will always support u making my posts about robot fucking

I was thinking abt soundwave in particular and how it starts with pure curiosity. You’re so soft and pliable, and every part of you is so sensitive. He has to be so gentle but it’s downright hypnotizing to prod at you and feel the soft give of your fragile flesh. You give him bared dentae and pouting dermas (teeth, humans call them. Lips. Odd little organics with strange terms that somehow suit your familiar-yet-foreign features) but they'd take more damage than they could possibly give if you attempted to use them on him, so it’s cute more than anything else.

Cuter still are the sounds you make. Piercing shrieks and little wobbles to the words of your empty threats only get louder and more shrill when his servos press against certain areas—the sides and front of your chest, the line of your neck where it throbs with life, the bottoms of your minuscule pedes. And then he discovers the noises he can pull from your lips when his digits slide between your legs.

You're so tiny, easy to squeeze too hard, so he decides his probes are better to use than his sharp digits. They hold you down as he watches, stoic and unmoving, no matter how much you squirm and thrash. That little bud swells to attention beneath the cool touch of his feelers and your protests give way to the prettiest pleading until something breaks and suddenly you're sobbing, optics glistening with fluid, dainty arms clutching at his probe for support rather than to push away. An overload, surely, or whatever your kind's version of such a thing would possibly be; despite himself, Soundwave finds himself preening at the idea. He keeps going past countless peaks and crashes until your voice has gone hoarse—keeps going beyond that, because you’re giving him different noises now and he’s not about to miss out on everything he can possibly pull from you. He doesn't stop until you've gone completely limp and he realizes your weak little body has been forced into that pesky recharge state that humans require so pitifully often. You're lucky he finds your noises compelling enough that he bothered to request one of those soft berths your kind prefers.

You aren't nearly as thankful as he deserves. You test his patience, days spent being fussy and uncooperative until you manage to tuck yourself away in a corner too small for him to pry you out without harm, and that's when he loses enough patience to forego the niceties. He plays the recordings you didn't even realize he took—your breathy moans and choked-off whines, every sob and keen and heave that now lives safely tucked away in his memory banks for him to peruse whenever he so pleases. He can't see you from where you cower, but he can sense how your faceplate heats up and hear the increasingly rapid pattering of your tiny organic heart, and though your alien body cannot generate the emfs his kind uses for their most intimate form of communication his own spark stutters with a wicked kind of excitement at your instinctive reaction.

His fortitude, after all, will prove much stronger than your obstinance. You'll emerge from your cold little nest and welcome his beckoning servo soon enough.

[haejjoon]

anatomy practice

[mummer]

to die will be a kind of relief. don’t you think? vs. it’s best to live, i think. however you do it. vs. alicent admitting “i wish to live” for the first time in her entire sorry life vs. speaking for the grotesques i beg to differ— death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities vs. if i die i die friendless and abandoned. what choice did that leave him but to live? vs. jaime what are you doing no no you must live vs. not dead, just broken, like me, i’m not dead either vs. men’s lives have meanings, not their deaths vs. SOBBING he took another STEP 💢💢💢💢💢💢💢

[shalomniscient]

ohhhhh maiqo the artist that you are………….. [nsft utc—]

cw. strap ons, mentions of fingering and a blow job, size kink kinda

boss form arle and her stupidly big strap, lounging back on her burning throne, legs spread wide with hardly a care. her dark eyes watch you carefully as you approach her, dolled up in delicate lace, a lamb to slaughter. she sees the hesitance in your eyes, and she coos at you, beckoning you forward with a clawed hand.

“come now, pretty little thing,” she says, deceptively gentle, “no need to be scared.”

you swallow, but obey her command nonetheless, stepping forward until you stand between her thighs, and the tip of the strap touches your own. it’s warm to the touch. arlecchino’s hands find the plush of your legs, squeezing lightly, then tugging you into her lap. your knees go on either side of her hips, the length of her strap now resting along your clothed slit.

you shudder at the dull pressure, hands finding her shoulders for support. arlecchino kisses your temple and then, with her hands on your hips, makes you grind against the length of her cock. breathless little noises spill from your lips at the friction on your clit and the pleasure starting to buzz through your veins. sometimes she’ll pull you up a little higher, high enough that the tip of her strap bumps against your clothed entrance, making the ruined fabric of your panties stick even more to your pussy as you gasp.

“arle—“ you whine, but she shushes you with a kiss.

“patience, sweet thing. i need to ensure you’re ready—i want you to cum on my cock, not break on it.”

her words alone make you shudder, imagining what it’d be like to finally be filled completely by her. she makes you cum twice first—the first by just grinding on her dick, and the second on her fingers (with her claws retracted, of course). she finished up with making you clean her strap with your tongue, smearing your own cum across your lips as you licked along the red shaft and suckled on the tip.

once she’s finally satisfied, she hoists you back up to your feet and onto her lap. her hands make quick work of your underwear, shredding it off and throwing it off to the side somewhere. she grips your hips like a vise, positioning your bare, slick cunt over the tip of her strap and delighting in the way you whine. your fingers dig into the fabric of her sleeves, so much so she can feel the indent of your nails in the muscles of her arms.

“relax,” she hums, and then slowly lowers you down onto her cock. your breath hitches as just the tip pushes into your tight hole, stretching you out, and promising more to come. slowly, you take her inch by inch as her hands on your hips push you down. your eyes nearly roll back into your head at the sensation of being gradually filled, of having your innermost walls being forced open by something so deliciously big. you take her about halfway before you’re panting and scrabbling at her shoulders, choked little gasps spilling form your lips. even breathing in feels difficult with the way she feels like she’s taking up so much space inside you.

“almost there, sweet thing,” arlecchino murmurs, opting to use one hand to soothingly stroke up and down your back. her eyes are completely trained on your cunt as it spreads around her cock, transfixed by the way your abdomen twitched with each inch she sinks into you. not to mention the bulge forming in your cute little tummy that she can’t wait to press down on as she fucks you.

you whimper as she guides more of her dick inside you, her thumb rubbing lazy circles on your clit to get you to relax more. finally, finally your hips fall flush to hers, and you practically topple onto her at the feeling of being so full. you can feel each ridge and vein on her artificial cock as it presses against your walls, almost like molding you to its shape. arlecchino exhales roughly, near dizzy with the knowledge she’s all the way inside you, that you’ve managed to take all of her frankly ridiculous size in your cute cunt.

“good girl,” she murmurs, her voice low and raspy. she plants a burning kiss on your neck, and revels in the way your entire body shudders. a dangerous little smile tugs at her lips as she takes your jaw in one hand and makes you meet her eyes, her dark ones against your glossy, near-fucked out ones even when she hasn’t done anything.

well. not yet. she intends to reward you very well in a few moments—such is the recourse for good girls, is it not?

[brainrotisseriechicken]

almost late to halloween </3 sailor au stuff for thee

happy halloween !

[taxidermycanine]

y'all ever have days where every little thing goes wrong and everybody just pisses you off so you're constantly in a state of

[jjcocker]

"men dni this post is for lesbians" "lesbian is a term for women or woman aligned people(...)" "lesbian specifically excludes men"

[brokenmercy]

[zooblenation]

[cl0wnhaus]

we are so back

[revvethasmythh]

me when I remember that orym obviously has feelings for dorian but thinks they're probably unrequited and he's nervous and very, very shy

[randomfansstuff]

i also wanna just mention the probably most obvious metaphor in dark heir and rise. the hair lengths.

sarcean and anharion both being described as having really long hair. hair holding memories. both james and will having short cut hair. james having slightly longer hair than will since he's been aware of his circumstance for longer.

will's hair growing longer in italy, when they're close to the old palace and his past. hair holds memories.

their distance to their past being symbolised by how long their hair it.

[upathosarts]

quebecois claudine jumpscare

[mummer]

the nights watch cultivated its strength from doomed men who had their life as their only possession..... making an offering at the onset of winter... this is not a sentence but an honour......

[become-a-robot]

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