Write occasionally here. I draw and reblog a lot of stuff. You may check my description to see if requests are open or not.
Also refer to here if you want to know anything about me! I may add there some stuff in the future.
!PLEASE NOTE!
I write for fun, and it is my hobby, do not pressure me, please. Do not send any writer I support hate, they are all very hard working and fenominal people who are talented at their work. Hate sent my way will be posted as the post of shame, and will be used against you with comedy.
Everything is under the cut!
Fandoms:
- Transformers (TFP, Bayverse, RID15, RB15)
- TMNT (I do 2012, 2014-16 bayerse movie, and possibly ROTTMNT if I am not familiar, please fill me in via DM or in a separate ask)
- Wish Dragon (I also do the goons)
- Ghost BC (Papa’s, Ghouls, and Ghoulettes)
- Cooking Companions (Karin, Anatoly, Mariah, and Gregor only)
- Cookie run (Kingdom)
- The Boys (Juicy fruit snacks, Your Narrator, EddieVR, Josh Dub, Mully)
- Creepypasta
- I do Undertale, and it's au's + BHC
- Slashers
- Poppy Playtime (especially for Rowan Stoll-)
- I do Boneheads
- I do Roblox (piggy, bacon, Ronald)
- I do anime: Assassination classroom, BNHA, Danganropa, Pokémon, AOT
- Spider-Man into the: spider-verse + Spider-Man No way home + Toby Maguire Spider-Man movies + Andrew Garfield Spider-Man movies
- FNAF
- Potionomics
- Night At The Museum (don’t let it all be for Ahkmanrah-)
- Blush Blush (MY BABYS)
- Dream Daddy (and only the daddies... Maybe even Mary-)
- Spooky Month (4-5 for now)
- Guardian the Chinese BL series
- I do hello puppets (character x character is exemplary, specify)
- puss in boots (don't judge me pls-)
- ROTG movie
- Some Shrek movie
- Babysitter's guide to monster hunting movie
- Cuphead (I also follow the Casino Cups lore)
- TF2 game
- Overwatch game
- Disney
- Pixar (Underrated movies are encouraged)
- Youtuber Ego's (ISWM, AHWM, ADWM, WHM, etc.)
- Alice In Wonderland Tim burton movie
- Hamilton the Musical (give me Lafayette or Jefferson and I will be so happy-)
and that's about it! I'd add more if I forgot any of grew attached to newer things!
What I will do:
- fluff
- Smut (on rare occasions, but not requested... Maybe-)
- Things relating to trauma will be reviewed before being approved.
- Angst
- I do one-shots, scenario, and HC's
- platonic relationships
- Poly
What I don't do:
- pedophilia, incest (dem nasty)
- Certain kinks (piss play, coom play or whatever it's called, candle kinks, blood kinks, knife play)
- I don't do matchups
- Oc x character or reader x OC (unless your big buz apparantly-l
- pregnancy
- anything too heavy on drugs and abuse (tell, and I'll see if I'm comfy with it)
- Ships, however, if I tag it as "Ship exeptions" that means it is a ship I will make an exception for, and will thus make a fic for it.
Limits:
- I might not post often, so I hope you all are patient
- Expect delayed requests. I have school and other things to do.
- PLEASE be considerate and don't push me to write. Writing is my hobby, not my job.
Character limits: This is per request you make
HC's - 6
Scenarios - 3
One shots - 1
Here are things I think you should check out!
- Masterlist
- fandomclutter ideas/requests
- Ask/Drawing request rules (for any curios people/anons)
Ya boi may or may not have had some sort of alcohol poisoning after new years - but we're back! My inbox is empty atm so ya'll gotta survive with whatever I can think of
TF:O D-16 x Mech Reader (Pleasure Bot)
I had an idea and yes there’s also an Orion version on the way dw
There are pros and cons to being the local shareware. On one hand, words spread quickly and the amount of bots to offer your services to increase by the cycle it seems – and most are quite insignificant honestly. On the other, no one snitches on the fact you aren’t actually mining energon while on shift. Win some, you lose some.
To say you were surprised when you found yourself essentially cornered by a starting-to-change-faceplate-colour D-16 of all mechs. His request was like everyone else’s, but considering this is one you genuinely find attractive, your processor is going hazy and you haven’t even touched yet.
He’d even had the consideration for your dignity to actually get himself as clean as he could before approaching you. That is as good as a proposal to be your conjunx endura gets.
Knowing how this usually goes, you had given D-16 the lead. And he gave it right back, wanting you to guide him so it would be good for you too. It’s easy to get your spike wet – most just need you to say their name while sharing subtle touches and they’re practically overloading – and not many knew it took a little more than that to get a valve lubricated enough for it to be enjoyable. D-16 may not know how to achieve that, but he sure does know about it and that’s enough for you to work with.
Finding yourself pressed up against the wall with digits scrambling for anything to ground yourself on, bracing your chassis as to not have the guaranteed paint transfers be so bad you can’t hide them till your next repainting.
Guiding his servo with your own, pushing and pulling on his wrist to set a pace you desperately need him to keep up. Learning from your instructions and placing a thumb over your node to circle it to earn himself a whine. His spike rests against your inner thigh, grinding against the seams to gain a bit of friction as he continues to have complete focus on you.
It’s not an unwelcome change you have to admit. But the heat in your frame is getting unbearable by the second and you have to hurry this along or this will go into a territory you definitely should be testing out with someone you actually know before doing it to mere costumers.
Reaching between your legs, one hand finding his and the other grabbing his spike, and he’s shaking with the effort to keep himself on task. He does his best to keep his fingers around your node, pressing harder to compensate for his lack of focus and you can’t help the trembling mewl it produces.
You get him lined up with your entrance after a few lazy strokes to gain an idea of his size, prompting him to push past your valve lips once you help the head in. Slowly working the entire length in and hitting that sweet ceiling node that has your vision cutting out momentarily before regaining your senses and getting into position with your servos on the wall.
Knees bucking to line yourself better with him and you arch into the gentle thrusts he sets despite how little lucidity he must have left. His spike throbbing uncomfortably as his hands find your waist, digging into the seams to get a better grip.
He isn’t beyond the average you’ve found your fellow miners to be, but oh Primus is he doing an effort you simply have to compliment him for. Even with the slow pace he’s insistent on – whether that’s for your sake or his, you aren’t sure anymore – has you trembling down to your pedes with the sheer charge it sends to your sensor net.
The way his servos grab at your waist, their hold firm but not rough or enough to leave dents you have to buff out in your spare time. At this point you wouldn’t even be mad if he got a little more desperate.
If he’d just start pulling you back to meet him so this could end a little quicker, hit deeper to have you moan and go over the edge so your tightening could drag him over it too. You’re not about to say this isn’t enjoyable, but you know just as well as anyone that getting attached would probably mean the end of your fun with everyone else.
Once his pace turns restless, thrusts unplanned and quickening, you know you have to regain some sobriety and work his spike out of you before he overloads. The last thing you need is to somehow explain that to whoever is unfortunate enough in the medbay to have to deal with you after this – blockers can only do so much, you’d been told.
Getting sandwiched between megatron and optimus as they fight for readers attention....?👉👈
MegOP x mech reader (Sandwiched)
First time writing a threesome kinda nervous (not)
From the way Megatron’s mouth works against the back of your neck, you’d think the situation is more in your favour than it is. Back pressed to his chassis, glossa digging into sensitive seams along your audials, drawing out noises you didn’t know yourself capable of making.
His spike drags along your inner walls at a frantic pace your processor can’t follow along with. Dragging a moan from your intake as a servo underneath your chin, angles your helm onto his shoulder to have you fully flush to him. Though, his optics haven’t left the other mech for even a second as he stares over your shoulder.
Optimus is far too occupied by the way you are firmly wrapped around his spike and the way every thrust he makes into your warmth drags him along Megatron’s. Stretched to the absolute max, the sensitive mesh of your valve is overwhelmed by the sensation of pain turned pleasure.
Digits run over your plating terribly slowly, as if this is the time of all times for savouring the feel of you. Dragging over your thighs encouragingly before parting them even further. As if there is any more space to make for them. It brings him closer to you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for some sort of stability.
You’re trapped, in the best way possible, between the two, legs dangling and kicking with every thrust. They keep their rhythms awfully similar - Optimus scratching against your chassis as he continues to thrust up on every down Megatron does, never truly leaving you empty – which only helps to build you so far over the edge there’s coolant running down your cheeks.
While Optimus has most of your weight in his arms, Megatron finds your overly abused anterior node and presses onto it. It’s too much, bordering so close on being particularly painful you have to bite down on your derma to not scream. The servo on your throat relaxes just long enough it can be replaced by a blue one instead – offering a digit while holding your jaw, giving you something to bite down on as they do not slow.
Clamping down on both their spikes, your entire frame starts to tremble with the build-up of what you can only guess to be your third in the last joor.
sleeping with all three captains of the lost light and getting tossed around in the meetings?
I do not know exactly what characters you mean cause if I know right there’s only like,, Megatron and Rodimus that are captains (“co-captains”). SO, I just did those two plus Ultra Magnus and Drift bc like, they’re second- and third-in-command so maybe those are the ones you mean??? IDK MAN YOU GET ALL FOUR
I also realize as I am rereading the ask that I overlooked the part where you’re saying IN MEETINGS. Whoops. Might revisit this and make it right later (if u want that, please send in a new ask so I remember!)
Lost Light Captains x mech reader (Passed Around)
You had expected the punishment for having tried, and mainly succeeded, to flirt and seduce the captains of the Lost Light. Well, one was easier than the other, but you also adore a good challenge when presented one. Rodimus had agreed the moment you mentioned interfacing. Megatron, however, took a bit more to get his processor wrapped around the idea of you offering, and when he did? He started to question his own morality.
Rodimus is always down for whenever and wherever you start. Running your digits along his sleek frame to get his attention, digging into the seams of his waists to tease the protoform beneath with the tips. He is truly down for whatever too – whether it’s you or him servicing the other or a joint effort.
His glossa drags across your frame, wrapping around cables by your neck and sucking them into his mouth to earn himself a moany gasp. He doesn’t mean to tease, but he just can’t help himself. He knows you need to be quick, but the way you sound under his servos is just as enjoyable to his audials as it is to his array.
Taking a seat on his own desk, you quickly find just how much he’s been looking forwards to your next visit – panel hot to the touch before retracting while hooking his legs around your waist to get the party started. Guiding you and using his thighs to keep you moving, moaning as his callipers squeeze tight and keep you right where he wants you to stay. Rutting into him with shallow thrusts, chasing a release just as much as he is.
With your back to the wall, Megatron takes his time to get you worked up before he ever even tells you if he has accepted your offer or not. Digits rubbing in perfect circles over your sensitive node, others going in to open and caress your walls as you clench to try and pull him further towards the bundles of nerves that make you squirm. Being a mech not up for experimenting much, he sure does know his way around your interface array as if he has been studying it for fun.
When he finally frees his spike and lets you whine at the stretch he provides, the pace quickly becomes desperate as he insistently pounds into you. And yet, even with the rough treatment of your insides, there’s a gentleness to his derma as he plants gentle kisses on your collarbone and neck, working up to your jaw and to your audials. Wherever he can reach comfortably, bending you further below his towering frame and angling himself so segments of his spike cause friction to your twitching anterior node. He has done this before, you’re certain of it – but ain’t no way you’re about to complain!
Your so-called punishment? Two more got added to your roster.
Ultra Magnus is very straight to the point. You both love and hate him for this. Pushing you down over the nearest surface, keeping you there with a heavy hand on your back as he starts to palm at your panel. Well, you did offer, so how surprised can you truly be when he hilts against your gestation tank on his first harsh thrust in? He may be big, but he drags wonderfully along your tender nerves, throbbing eagerly around his spike as he sets a remarkably calm pace.
Always, and that is a very clear always, you have to work yourself up before even seeing him. If he agrees, there’s basically zero prep from his side. If he doesn’t, at least you know Rodimus will appreciate the effort.
Drift? Ohh, Drift. Reminds you of Rodimus often, though he is a tad softer, you have to give him that. Placing a whole lot of care into smothering you in soft pecks before they turn determined and seek your intake, kindly waiting to be welcomed in to taste you more. Carefully making sure you’re ready for the endeavour of riding his spike to a point you can rightfully call it teasing.
Lubricants run down your inner thighs as you line yourself and take Drift the entire way, easily so considering the generous overload he already provided with his glossa. He’s staring at you half-lidded and full of love as you start to bounce, grinding down in rough circles to truly feel every biolight he has to his name every once in a while. Never once does he stop covering you in kisses, servos kind to your heated plating.
By the time both of you are desperate to get over the edge, he’s begging and pleading with only his optics to please let him do the last bit of work. And who are you to deny him of that? You just hold on for the ride as rough servos take hold of your aft and starts to snap his hips up to meet yours frantically.
It didn’t take much to convince Drift to let you eat him out. If anything, he’d been more than encouraging of the idea. Probably was more concerned what had taken you so long to ask.
You had been very clear to him: Do not open your spike panel. No matter how much it hurt to keep it closed, no matter how loud the warning in his processor got. He’d let out a shuddered vent at the command, already hinting that you might have to forcibly hold it down at some point.
And so here you are now, swallowing down everything he’s giving you. The way his thighs twitch as you run your dermas along them, absently massaging the cables by the joint. You kiss your way closer and closer, and you raise yourself from the berth just enough to spit some hydraulic fluid onto his spike panel, watching it glide down the smooth plating.
“Will you open for me, hm?” You speak into the cables at his hip joint, planting open-mouthed kisses as you wait for a reply.
Drift lets out a strained chuckle. “What if I don’t?”
There’s no heat in his words, but you get what he’s insinuating anyways. You nibble the edge of his valve plating, grinding your denta along the metal. He lets out a gasp which is followed by a little moan.
He wants you to work for it. Very well.
You listen as he props himself up on his elbows, determined to see just how you’re going to work him open. And you get straight into the show: Tracing your denta along his plating before licking a line along the same edge – working your way upwards and ending by the top of his hip where it meets his waist, placing a little kiss there.
He raises a leg up onto your shoulder, and you help him go even beyond that to truly stretch his joint.
Moving over his spike housing again, you run your glossa over the closed panel and just as your optics meets his, the panel starts to retract. You quickly move to drop his leg and places a firm hand over it, forcing it closed.
“No, no,” you wiggle your finger at him, “not that one.”
And Drift, through his arousal, laughs. “Worth a shot.”
You hum your way down to the plating covering his valve, a different idea settling in your processor as you stare up at those bright optics you oh so love.
“Will you please open for me, love?”
Begging. It’s begging. You start to beg.
“Please? Oh, I just want to eat you up- make you feel soooo good. Will you please not open for me? Oh, Primus, please?”
He has never been able to resist your begging no matter how many times the two of you get down and dirty. And you put just a tad bit more pressure on his spike housing as he reveals his valve to you. One opening usually has the other following, and you have to make sure his spike stays just where you want it.
You let out a moan against his already leaking lips, loving the way he squirms at the sensation.
After letting him revel in the exposure, you waste no time taking what is rightfully yours – closing your dermas around his node and sucking hard.
“O-oh- ohhh, frag- frag!”
His helm falls back, hitting the berth. You’re doing lazy licks through his folds before finally plunging yourself as far inside as you can possibly go without dislocating your jaw. Running on the sounds he greedily feeds you; you search for his face as you add a digit to your efforts.
Pulling out only slightly, you press the flat of your glossa to his anterior node and hum.
“Oh, Primus- “ He’s rocking his hips to meet the short thrusts of your digit as he moans. “Ahh- ohh, frag…”
You add another digit to his cunt and start to work them faster – and Drift whimpers as his thighs start shaking with tremors. Curling them, you manage to stimulate his ceiling node at just the right angle it seems, for his servos suddenly spring to your helm as if to push you further in. His legs start to wrap around your helm to join his servos in his efforts.
“Oh, oh frag, ohh- Primus- ple-please… ohhh- “
It doesn’t take too long after getting to that point to finally hear his vocalizer turn staticky.
He squeezes his thighs together hard, leaving you very little room for your vents to breathe as you pant against his lips. You continue to shove your digits into his valve as he grabs at your audials to reign himself in, the encouragement just enough to get you the smallest inch further into his valve.
Moving your tongue to suck on his node as you speed up the movements finally get his internal fans to kick up to their highest setting. By now, you can’t hear the way he pants or whines or babbles out prayers to please overload. His thighs are squeezing all sense out of your processor, and you fight to keep up the pace as your own hips buck against the berth beneath you.
His overload hits him after a few strategically placed curled digits, hitting his g-spot, and even with your audials covered you still hear the wail he lets out as he curls into himself above you and shakes down to his very core. You work him through it, slowing down as you bury your faceplate in the warmth.
After a good few klicks, his shaking gets to a complete halt – but the pressure on your helm is not let up entirely. His legs drop onto your shoulders, still close, but now you can at least hear the whimpers and pants he doesn’t even try to keep quiet. He knows you like to listen to them, eating them up and putting them in your memory bank for later uses, so why should he?
Drift gets his optics online and immediately grants you a bit more breathing room.
“Sor- oh, Primus- Sorry- that was just… Too good- ”
You pull out your digits with an audible squelch, and as a parting gesture, you place a particularly soft kiss to his node and earn a short gasp from your lover.
He uses the servos he still has on your audials to move you up to kiss him. Its clumsy and your denta clang against one another more than once, too much wetness to be useful and overly messy. But neither of you seem to mind as you make sure he thoroughly gets a good taste of himself.
After accidentally summoning something not from this world, all you can think to ask is to breathe better. You’ve always had a breathing problem, and you want it gone. “Oh honey, That’s all?” she says, “you’re such a good soul, I can help with so much more. I’ll help, on the house, for you.”
Whenever i think about how gentle Pierrot tries to be with MC despite the fact that hes a monster whos killed several and will kill again,all i can think about is how much the others are probably thinking
i was REALLY surprised i hadnt seen anyone animate over anything from the prevenge script reading yet, so i took matters into my own hands. i thought this bit was hilarious
(there is a piece where he's sitting on a human van, playing his bass. and if that's a cover than it would def tie. but i can't remember if it's a cover or just like an extra art spread. 🤔)
