Sure, orrrr the authors can tag their stuff properly so the filters will work as intended and I (along with many other people) won’t have the unfortunate displeasure of reading it.
Hi! You know that comic of the girl who's putting on lipstick, and she's like, "It's been half an hour, and we still can't find a kiss proof lipstick! This experiment must be boring you!" And the guy is whipped. What about the rise boys with an s/o doing that? (Love all your fics they are so well written :)
Lipstick Stains
RotTMNT, Casey, & Liam x gn!reader
Warnings: oc x reader, kissing, whipped boys
A/N: First of all.... Thank you so much! Second, I... I have you in a chokehold(affectionately) now because of this. Sorry that some of them are shorter than others
Casey
He is not sure how he got here
He blinks up at you, confused and dazed
No one has ever kissed him so much
Casey doesn't complain
Hell... he doesn't say anything really
He leans into your kisses though, pressing himself closer
His face is littered with kisses
Not to mention his hands
He smiles a soft, dazed smile when you approach with another color on your lips
His lips are definitely a smear of many different colors as he kisses you properly after every lipstick
Casey hums into every proper kiss, a bit kiss drunk by now
Donnie
This was not his idea of an experiment
You had complained that your lipstick wasn't kiss proof so he was going to make you some that was
But first, obviously, you guys had to go through every single one of your lipsticks so he could get an idea of the color you wanted and the texture
He had a paper you were supposed to be kissing, not him
Did he complain?
Did he stop you?
No.
Donnie just sat there, a kind of dazed look in his eyes as you applied another
His face was scattered with kisses
They went onto his neck
His shoulders
His plastron
His shell
Donnie was so out of it, he could barely respond when you asked if he was okay
Leo
It was definitely not his idea
Not at all
This is obviously a lie
Every time you walk towards him, a new lipstick painting your lips, he sits up more
Slightly leaning forward in preparation for your kisses
Leo is practically purring like a cat as your lips press against his skin
He moved when you tried to kiss him with certain colors
His eye stripes covered with darker lipstick verses the rest of him
His tail wags happily, closing his eyes and churring loudly
Leo was so happy
So content
Absolutely covered in lipstick stains
He does retaliate though
Grabbing lipstick to kiss you all over as well
Liam
Also completely confused as to how he got here
What did he do?
Why is he covered in lipstick?
Liam doesn't necessarily mind it
But the feeling of lipstick on his skin is not an overly pleasant feeling
He can't help the giddy feeling he gets when you smile as you approach with a new lipstick on
It may not be a pleasant feeling, but you look so happy
Liam can't say no, letting you press more kisses to his face
He feel particularly excited when he feels your lips on his facial scar
It makes him want to grab you and show you the same affection
Mikey
It was his idea!
He saw all the art people had made by kissing canvases
He really wanted to try it
And who were you to deny this sweetheart?
You were testing out which ones to use for the piece
Having a blank canvas hung up for you to swatch them on it
Still...
The canvas remained empty
Instead you stood in front of Mikey, looking over the colors on him
Mikey blinks up at you, grinning yet slightly dazed
Who was he to deny these lovely kisses?
He definitely won't complain
He loves kisses
Mikey is excited for every single one
Raph
All he remembers is you mentioned that your lipstick wasn't kiss proof
Now he's sitting on his bed, dazed and wide eyed
Covered in lipstick stains
If you didn't know he wasn't a statue, you'd have thought he wasn't breathing
In fact, you could even hear the sharp breaths he took in when your lips pressed against his skin
Raph's face was covered, even his mask had some stains
The stains trailed all over, down his neck, over his shoulders, his shell, plastron
He really couldn't tell where you hadn't kissed
Was he basking?
Was he too scared to move?
A bit of all the above
Raph didn't want to ruin your fun and he was enjoying all the smooches you'd left on him
corraling you in against his hip at a party when too many people are getting rowdy, not even breaking the flow in conversation like it's second nature. sitting behind you and tidying your hair while you rant about something annoying that happened earlier today, eyes half-lidded as he hums and gasps at each detail of your story. seeking you out when you're in the lair, chatting with one of his brothers in the projector room, finding an excuse to dip down against the back of the couch and sling an arm around your shoulders as he smoothly joins the concersation.
bracketing you in between his arms, his elbows braced against the wall behind you while he waits for a threat to pass. pressing his arm against yours while you wait in line in the cold for coffee, his head ducking low to whisper to you conspiratorially and pretend like he wasn't dying to feel the warm breath of your laughter against his skin. idly hooking his finger with yours where it rests on your lap, just to see how well they fit together.
pressing his forehead to yours, gently, gently, making sure not to wake you from where you've fallen asleep, both of you tucked in close in your bed. he knows what this is. he can't not, at this point. he keeps wondering what it'd be like to touch you elsewhere. press his lips against yours. push the flat of his thumb against your tongue and watch it dip a little under the pressure.
...instead he closes his eyes and tangles his legs together with yours, trying his best to pretend that this is just another night for him like it is for you.
Hellooooo I’m 20 todayyyy it’s my birthday 🥳 (12/23) and I’d like to request a birthday sex one shot with Raphael idc which era but I like his personality the best in bayverse (can’t remember if you write for them) but basically reader has a bad day at work or school and goes down to the lair to chill with Raph their boyfriend he realizes he has never asked when readers birthday is and when they say today he drops everything and immediately makes the day about them he takes them back to their apartment and draws a relaxing bath cleans and makes a simple cake (with premade mix he found in the lair kitchen) then maybe he uses the frosting as a kind of worship for reader and licks it off their body doesn’t have to fit that at all if you want to add some pizazz then go ahead but thank youuuuu ❤️❤️❤️
(Symphony is so damn good btw)
ahhhh i just got this like. an hour ago bc i've been offline all day but!!!! happy birthday!!! it isn't exactly what you asked for since i wanted to get it out today on your actual birthday, but i hope you enjoy this lil thing :D
raphael/reader; gn!reader; rated m
The moment he hears you telling Leo it's your birthday, he panics.
"What are you doing?" Donnie asks, coming into the kitchen in sniffing at the air. "Are you... baking a cake?"
"I'm focusin', Don, not now," Raph grits, frantically searching through the cabinets to find the icing. Thankfully, it's inside, untouched by icing-licking brothers, so he tosses it off to the side. "Can you, uh, go distract 'em for a bit?"
Donnie rolls his eyes. "You know they're going to ask where you are?"
Raph waves him off, so off he goes.
The cake itself is done before you come sniffing around, thank goodness. However, no one ever told him about waiting until it was cool to put the icing on, and it is in the middle of his near-meltdown at how it keeps oozing down the side that you enter the kitchen, miffed to have been kept away.
"Raph, what are you—?" you ask, only to pause when you see him glaring fiercely at a very sad-looking cake, his eyes going wide when he sees you coming in. God damn it, Donnie! "...Is that for me?"
"Uh," he starts, looking at the very sad, sad cake. Straightening from where he'd hunched over to try and fix the icing, he rubs at the back of his neck. "It was supposed to be. But, uh, this one doesn't look so good, huh?"
Laughing, you come up to stand next to him, trailing a finger through the melted icing and popping it in your mouth. "It might be the ugliest thing I've ever seen. But it tastes good!" Turning to face him, you smile, getting close and tilting your mouth to his invitingly. "Plus, you made it for me. That makes it the best."
Warm, Raph bends down and kisses the sweetness from your lips. He chases after you when you go to pull away, his fingers holding your jaw to keep you close.
"Tell you what," he murmurs, pulling away only when he feels you go pliant in his hold. "How's 'bout you 'n me go back to your place. Let me give you somethin' real nice?"
"Oh, yeah? What do you have in mind?" you ask, voice warbling a little even though you try to put on a brave front. It makes him smirk to hear the weakness he can so easily put into your knees, makes him feel like he's allowed to spew all the filth he wants into your ears.
"Well first, we'll stop by someplace nice and get you a proper cake," he says, tipping your head back and placing his mouth on your throat. "Then, I'm gonna take you home and get that nice big bath of yours goin' with all those pretty smellin' things in it you like that drive me crazy."
He feels you swallow against his mouth, prompting him to sink his teeth in until you whimper. Blood rushing in anticipation, he crowds you against the counter, licking at the mark he knows he's left there now.
"Then, when you're done, I'll fish you out, and use you as a plate for us to eat a slice of that pretty cake and lick the icing off you until you come at least three times. Maybe four if you're good for me."
Trailing his hands down your front to the hem of your shirt, he lets his fingers glide along your skin as he rubs his beak down your neck to burrow his head in your shoulder, nipping along the skin the whole way before he comes to whisper in your ear. Then, with just a hint of promise, he slides his thigh between your legs, pressing up, teasing, giving you a taste of what he wants.
"That sound like a plan?"
When you nod rapidly, hands desperately clutching at the counter behind you to help keep you upright and your breath coming too-fast, he pulls away and smirks, grabbing a finger of icing and dabbing it on your cheek before he licks it off in a heady promise.
"Good. Go say goodbye to the others. 'S gonna be a day or two before you leave your apartment once I get started with ya."
the idea of standing in between a man’s legs who’s just been in a fight and is all bruised and battered while tending to his wounds …. all while his hand (a hand that is usually rough and malicious) is gently placed on the back of your thigh, just below your ass …. he’s looking at you as if you’ve hung the moon in the sky ……….. it gets me going
The lair was relatively quiet, save for the soft hum of machinery in Donnie’s lab, where he was thoroughly engrossed in fine-tuning a new device. The rest of the guys were busy preparing for patrol when April’s phone went off. She glanced at the screen and saw your name.
“Oh, it’s (Y/N),” she announced, already smiling. “Mind if I take this real quick?”
“Go for it,” Leo said.
April answered, immediately switching to speaker. “(Y/N)! What’s up?”
“Oh, you know,” you said, your voice coming through loud and clear. “Just trying to survive another night of fighting with my laptop. Thing’s practically about to combust. Thought I’d see if my favorite tech genius was up for a little troubleshooting?”
Donnie smirked, glancing over from his workstation, already recognizing the subtle hint in your voice. “Favorite tech genius, huh? Well, I could take a look, but only if you admit that you’re probably the reason it’s about to combust.”
“Oh, I’d say it’s an even split between me and the cursed hardware,” you replied smoothly. “But hey, I’ll take my chances. Besides, you love fixing my messes, don’t you?”
“I wouldn’t say love,” Donnie replied, shooting a small grin at April. “More like a necessary evil. But sure, I can save you—again.”
Raph, who was listening from the other side of the room, snickered, leaning over with a smirk. “Donnie’s got his hands full tonight, huh?”
“Please, Raph, like I’d want him spending his precious time on anything but his tech-hero duties,” you shot back, clearly amused. “Besides, he’s the only one who can stand my laptop’s… unique personality.”
“Oh yeah?” Donnie asked, unable to hide his grin. “Unique as in constantly malfunctioning because someone forgets to do even the most basic updates?”
“Touché, Professor,” you teased. “Next you’re gonna start grading me on my computer skills.”
“Actually, I have considered it,” he replied, the usual bite in his sarcasm softened with a hint of warmth. “I think you’d be lucky to scrape by with a C-minus.”
“Wow, a C-minus? That’s generous. Might have to keep you around after all, Donnie.” Your laugh came through the speaker, light and genuine.
April couldn’t help but shake her head, an amused smile spreading on her face as she exchanged a look with Leo. Meanwhile, Donnie’s expression softened, the usual sharpness fading from his eyes as he listened to you. But just as he was about to come up with a snappy comeback, April raised an eyebrow, looking right at him.
“You know, (Y/N) has a pretty high opinion of you, Donnie,” April said, an innocent tone to her voice but a glint of mischief in her eyes.
He froze for a second, caught off guard. “I—I mean… well, of course,” he stammered, trying to keep it together. “After all, I am the resident tech genius around here.”
“Actually, April…” you cut in, voice suddenly shifting to something more thoughtful. “If you’re saying what I think you’re saying, maybe I do need to be a bit more direct.”
There was a beat of silence on the other end as Donnie’s brain short-circuited. April, realizing you’d stepped right into it, gave him an innocent little shrug, clearly unbothered by his deer-in-headlights expression.
“So,” you said, now half-teasing, half-genuine, “how does the idea of a post-tech-support dinner sound? Or maybe you can come by, and we can save my laptop and my sanity in one go?”
Mikey gave a soft, “Ooooh,” while Leo grinned, and Raph smirked as Donnie tried to process what just happened.
“A—uh… dinner? With you?” Donnie managed, his vouce completely failing him. His face went pink under the purple of his mask as he shifted on his feet.
“Don’t tell me the tech genius is speechless?” you asked, clearly amused. “Or was that one too many system errors for the night?”
April finally took pity on him, giving him a gentle nudge. “Go on, Donnie. Sounds like a plan to me.”
“Yeah,” he muttered, still trying to regain his composure. “Dinner… I mean, tech support—I mean, sure. I’d… love that.”
You laughed softly, a sound that made Donnie’s heart skip a beat. “Good. And thanks for being my favorite tech guy… and maybe my favorite guy, period.”
Before he could respond, April winked at him and hit the button to end the call, leaving him standing there, dazed. The rest of the turtles broke into laughter, and Donnie could only give a half-smile, half-grumble as they teased him mercilessly.
“Smooth, Don,” Mikey said, clapping him on the shoulder.
Donnie just shook his head, but inside, he was already mentally cataloging ways to make that “tech support” session into the best night you’d ever had.
His touch is delicate as the callouses on his fingertips brush by before curling underneath the hem of your shirt. Thoughtful and devoted in their task. Knuckles, though rough against the smooth, tender skin adorning your hips, elicit welcome gooosebumps to erupt across your arms. And a ready gasp free from your lips as he works the shirt up, bit by bit. He's enjoying this, continuing to work the material over your head and off your torso as slowly as he pleases.
The weight of his lips is light at first. As he traces them back and forth. Up and down the length of your neck. Across the drop of your shoulder. His breaths coming out in ragged huffs as he gets drunk off you. High from how your scent is as gorgeous as your features. Higher still, by the fact that you're ready to be one with him.
The kiss he finally presses at the nape of your jaw is firm. Strong, sure hands fall to your midriff and begin to knead. Husky whispers of praise and velvety affirmations of his love grace your ear. While one hand ventures lower, seeking the silky softness hidden in your core.
Your own hand flies up to pull his head in tighter against your neck when he finds it. Mouth falling open with an airy moan when he sets his finger to work inside your leggings. The buck of your hips almost involuntary as he nips at the quickening pulse strumming against his mouth. He can almost see it. Your heartbeat pumping full of lust and desire, evident in the way your neck stretches as you drop your head back into his chest.
One hand still at work between your legs, his other drags up your body. Applying a few hard squeezes to your lacy clad breasts before raising to wrap his thick fingers around your throat.
Large, doe-like eyes open to latch onto his when he does this. An open invitation on your behalf for him to do as he wishes. Without breaking the tangle of your gazes, he curls his hips around the swell of your backside and starts to grind. The grip around your throat tightens slightly while the pumping of his digit gets harder, pushing farther into your center.
The bliss makes your eyes roll back before falling closed. The action earns you a low growl. "Look at me, sweetheart. Let me see you. Watch me as I push you over the edge."
Red hot passion surges through your veins at his command. You couldn't deny him even if you wanted to. Opening your eyes back up to him rewards you with the pleasure of his pupils blowing wide and his smile breaking through. Though admittedly, he's close himself. So the smile partially resembles a snarl in his efforts to postpone his own release.
You know this look. You recognize the faint shutter in his hips working against your ass. Know that the slight pause to his minstrations down low signal he's teetering on the edge himself.
"Please, baby," you mouth past the careful constriction of your neck. "Let me have you. I want you so bad."
Suddenly you're empty and your throat bare. It only takes him seconds to remove the barriers between your sexes before he's back, pressed firmly against you. "As my lady wishes." His voice comes out dark and gravely. Threatening to fulfill your wants and then some.
And you only have one brief moment to reflect on how thankful you are, to have a lover so eager and willing to please. Before he spears right into you. Making any coherent thought other than how amazing you feel engulfed and consumed by the mass of your mutant lover impossible.
Until you come back down out of the stars together that is.
I LOOOOVED UR CHURRING FIC W/ THE 2012 TURTLES!! It was sosoooo cute! If you can, do you think you could do a rise version?? 😭🙏
make sure to drink some water!!
rise tmnt x reader
“Please, Raphy?” You were lounging on his plastron and staring up at him with such wide eyes, how could he possibly refuse? He gave a sheepish glance to Mikey who was dosing on a beanbag chair not too far away.
He tried to keep it quiet, he really did, but he really couldn’t help it anyways when you were so close to him. It was super deep and when you pressed harder against him, it felt like a massage chair. A very uncomfortable one.
You happily smiled as he continued, snorting when you glanced up and spotted his skin growing darker from his embarrassment.
Leo would churr to embarrass you. He only ever did it when you two were kissing and you were always embarrassed by PDA - especially in front of his family. So when you tried to sneak in a kiss when his brothers were looking away, he’d make his churring loud and clear.
But in reality, his genuine turtle noises are always quiet and hard to hear. He can make them louder but you like the real ones. The ones that sputter out and struggle.
For some reason, you like those ones over his ‘fake’ ones. He truly does not understand you. But whatever. He’ll do whatever if it means he gets to cuddle you.
“No, I swear it works!” You whispered to Leo who simply shook his head in denial. You crept up to Donnie and stared up at him. He looked down at you and raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
You had discovered that when you try to mimic the sound a turtle makes, purring or churring or whatever they called it, Donnie couldn’t help himself and would make the sound too. His sounded way better than yours for obvious reasons but who cares!
You made a weird noise in your throat. Donnie blinked and then loudly churred before he slapped a hand over his mouth and stopped himself, embarrassed.
You grinned wickedly at him. You were so going to use this to your advantage.
It takes forever to get Mikey to churr. He’s just not a churrer, purrer, chirper, whatever. He tries to force it to make you smile but it hurts his throat. It’s almost unnatural for him. Maybe he doesn’t have the vocal chords for it or something.
He’ll only churr in his sleep. So you’ll have to pull all-nighters just to feel small vibrations that may have actually just been a snore. Oh well. He still rubs his chin and cheeks against everything you own. That’s turtle-y enough for you.
HI same anon from last night I’ve been going absolutely bonkers over you rambling about Bee since you posted it. I love that guy… 😭. If you want more specific (and this is only if you wanna!) do you wanna expand on maybe g1, animated or earthspark? how they’d be in a relationship, maybe? it’s totally up to you. i’m just excited to be fed good content about my favorite guy 🙏
Yes yes yes of course! I covered what Earthspark Bee would be like if he had a crush in the last ask, so I'll gladly go over what these Bees would be like in a relationship!
G1 Bumblebee
Of these three, I think G1 Bee is the shyest, even when the two of you are already in a relationship. The puppy love doesn't wear off when you start dating with him. If he had it his way he'd trail behind you wherever you went, dopey and lovesick and unbelievably fond.
He's incredibly gentle with you, never picking you up without asking first, always checking in on you to make sure you're comfortable when he takes you for a drive. He's also a much more careful driver than the other two versions of Bee when you're riding with him. As much as he loves to feel the wind between his plates and tear up the road, he's a lot more hesitant to do so when you're his ride-along.
He loves the human cliche of getting your partner flowers, and he especially loves the way your whole face lights up when he presents them to you, even if he just spent an hour delicately picking them out of the nearby woods. He'd be a complete, flustered mess if you ever returned the favor or, better yet, went out of your way to court him in a way more familiar to Cybertronians. Bring him a cool rock or pretty gemstone you found at a hobby shop and he'll fall to pieces right there in front of you.
Whether you're a alone or in public, he absolutely melts under any affection from you. Even a kiss on the cheek can turn his processor to a staticky mess. He's so whipped for you and he absolutely loves it.
Animated Bumblebee
Even in a relationship, he still loves to tease and play with you. Teasing is your shared love language, he shows his affection best when you're calling him a giant dork and he's responding 'Yeah, but you love this giant dork!' The only times he gets really soft and embarrassed are when you genuinely compliment him or tell him how much you love him without some silly goof to cushion the blow. You can practically see his whole faceplate glowing with the force of his blush.
Anything fun is doubly fun when he's doing it with you. Listening to music, ripping around downtown Detroit, or even just vegging out on the couch playing video games. Having you there makes everything ten times better. Even things that you enjoy that he isn't as fond of are better with you. He'll gladly watch a documentary or go stargazing if it makes you happy. Besides, you can still bounce jokes off of each other, so he'll enjoy it no matter what.
He's such a showoff about you it's adorable. He brags about you whenever the chance comes up, and NOBODY gets away with talking smack about you if he's around. Especially other bots that don't like organics, that's when he gets to his most protective.
He's not always the best at reading the room, so you need to be pretty up front with him if he ever says or does anything that genuinely upsets you. After all, teasing isn't very fun if it's something that you're genuinely self-conscious about. And he knows you'd never tease him for stuff like his height, so all you have to do is point out the lines that you don't want crossed, and he'll never let himself or anyone else cross them.
Earthspark Bumblebee
Like Animated Bee, Earthspark be loves loves loves to go racing with you. But he's also painfully aware of how much more fragile humans are than Cybertronians, so he saves it for routes he knows like the back of his hand, or racetracks where there's absolutely no chance of you getting hurt. It makes his spark sing whenever you cheer around a tight turn, warm hands gripping his steering wheel like you never want to let go.
He's not a bragger by any definition of the word, but the people around him that know him well can tell just how proud he is of you. He gets this incredibly fond, dreamy look on his face whenever he sees you teaching the Terrans something new, like it's taking everything in him not to scoop you up and smooch you right then and there.
He's okay with casual displays of affection, hugs and chaste kisses and carrying you around in his arms or on his shoulder. But he does get pretty embarrassed if he ever gets caught in a more affectionate position with you. He can handle the teasing from the Maltobots just fine, but Primus forbid Optimus or Megatron start ribbing him for how cuddly he likes to be with you when no one else is around.
Speaking of cuddly, I think ES Bee is the MOST touchstarved out of these three. He's incredibly tactile and if he could he'd literally always be touching you, but he's been on his own for so long that he doesn't really know how to voice when he needs that kind of casual physical affection. He loves to cuddle but almost never brings it up. After all, a soft, gentle human like yourself can't possibly get as much out of cuddling a angular slab of metal as he gets out of cuddling you. Please cuddle the man, he needs it so bad.
God imagine dating Bumblebee and him finding out you own the stinger dildo abdbfbbsjfjf
I think he’d go through the 5 stages of grief before wanting to see if you could actually take it (and get his hopes up that you could take his spike one day)
There's a multitude of emotions that go through Bumblebee when he finds out that you own The Stinger. First is embarrassment, because he has no idea why the thing exists in the first place and it's scarily accurate. Once the realization hits that hey, he's not the one who should be embarrassed in this situation, you should be, that's when the playful teasing starts. Think like the scene from Parks and Rec:
"Aww, you had a crush on me! So embarrassing..."
"We're married."
"Still!"
That one.
Followed by the teasing about you trying so hard to please him for his sake, then a bit of surprise at your flirty confidence. Then the 'It's not too late to back out, y'know? Don't take more than you can handle.~' to the 'Okay seriously babe I don't want you to actually hurt yourself, you don't have to try so hard to make it fit.' then finally, the 'Sweet Solus it's actually gonna fit.' That's when he starts to turn into a pathetic, whimpering mess, because you are just so warm and so soft and so tight and it still boggles his processor that it actually fits and the mental image of you practicing and working your way up to actually being able to take his spike has him overloading with a strangled whine before he can even warn you. The Bumblebee Stages of Horny.
Knightverse Bumblebee/Human Reader, AFAB!Reader, GN Pronouns, First Time, Fluffy Smut, lots of sweet radio communication from Bee
Welcome to the first of my sporadic Kinktober Transformers fics I'll be posting over the upcoming month. If I run out of ideas I may take requests in the future, but for now I'm pretty well-stocked on concepts.
"Nngh…"
"Zrrrnn…?"
"I'm okay, I just… Need a minute to adjust."
"I'll be careful! -KZZSH- Take your time to get it!~"
Even sprawled out beneath his massive frame, spread achingly, impossibly wide by his spike, Bumblebee still found a way to make you laugh. Up until recently he had tried (and failed) to think very little about potentially interfacing with you. Mainly because he wasn't even sure if his "equipment", for lack of a better word, was compatible enough with you to really attempt anything. But the way his thick digits were finally able to caress your bare skin with a reverence he'd craved for far too long? It was currently making him wish he'd asked for this cycles ago.
Warm metal fingertips traced featherlight along the jut of your collarbone and further down, mapping the rises and curves of muscles and bone in your body with a curious admiration. Bee's antennae flicked and fluttered with each new discovery, each dip and scar and freckle. But as he ran a hand down each of your sides, fingertips trailing over your soft squishy spots above your hips, you couldn't fully stifle your laughter.
His optics widened, digits scribbling back up and along your soft sides in the same area that had pulled that adorable little sound from your lips. You squeaked again, wriggling slightly beneath him as his servos squished into your plush skin.
"Bee! Hahahawahahait! I'm ticklish!"
Ticklish. Of course, he himself was pretty sensitive around the transformation seams of his armor. But you didn't have any seams along your sides here, just soft, squishy warmth. Could humans be ticklish anywhere? He continued his poking and prodding, not enough to have you squealing like you were before, but enough for you to whine and wiggle beneath his grasp, powerless to escape him. Your chest heaved, whimpers and giggles you couldn't fully stifle eking past your smile even as you pawed weakly at his exploring digits.
"Plush, comfortable, and oh-so-soft! -KSSZH!- Can't take my eyes off of you… -KZZT!- Beautiful, just beautiful."
"Oh, Bee." Bringing your hands up to cup his helm, you pressed a languid kiss to the front of his mouthpiece. His antenna fluttered as he let out a pleased churr that rumbled through his entire frame. Even after you pulled away from the kiss he nuzzled further into you, tucking his faceplate as far into the crook of your neck as he could, absolutely thrumming with affection. Absent-mindedly Bee wished that humans could read EM fields as easily as Cybertronians did. Then you would be able to feel the palpable desire he had for you as more than just a static charge that put your hair standing on end. But he would have to settle with his frame and whatever words his love-addled processor could scrape up from the local airwaves instead. Not that you really seemed to mind either way.
He trailed his digits down your sides once more, fondling that particularly soft area right above your hips with just a touch more intensity. Your giggle sounded closer to a stifled moan this time as you squeezed around his spike, one hand cupping the back of his neck and toying with the cables at the base of his helm.
"Feels -ZZT- …good?"
You nodded frantically, gasping against his neck cabling as he shifted so, so slowly, spike dragging along your burning hot inner walls before pressing carefully back in. He had to be careful, the last thing he wanted was to risk hurting you. But still, your little fingernails scraping at his paint job and your wet, shuddering gasps made it near-impossible to keep any composure.
"Good, it's good. You're just so big."
He let out an all-too-pleased sounding chirp, antennae fluttering in amusement.
"Don't let that go to your head, I swear Bee." You tried to give him a disapproving look, but you just couldn't keep the smile off your face. So he nuzzled his faceplate further into you, staring up at you with big, hopeful, baby-blue optics.
"I'll make love to you, like you want me to…~"
That got you. You let out a strangled guffaw of laughter, cupping your hands over your mouth as you burst into giggles. He tittered with mechanical laughter as well: small, amused buzzes that you could feel down into the tips of your toes.
"You dork." You gave him another kiss, this one pressed to the side of his helm. "Mmh, you're lucky you're cute."
He gave a questioning buzz. "Just -ZZT- cute?"
"Alright! And strong."
"Zrrrrr?" He made a vague, teasing vocalization with an upwards tick at the ends that only made you want to laugh more.
"And brave, and fast… and sexy?"
"Bingo, sweetheart! -KSSH- Right on the money!"
You held in your laughter this time, but the goofy, amused smile you had on your face made him feel like you were reaching both hands past his chest plating and cupping his spark directly in your palms. A near-overwhelming flood of affection surged through him as he curled his frame over your small, soft body, thrusting into your perfect heat. The punched-out moan you let out only spurred him further, both servos scooping you up from beneath and cradling you off the rough ground as he rocked into you.
"It must have been love…~ -ZRRT- And I can't fight this feeling anymore!~ -KZZST- I am not a smart man. But I know what love is… -ZZRT- …Am I talking too much?"
"Oh, Bee. No, no Bee. You're perfect." You cradled his face in your hands so gently, with such brimming, overwhelming care and kindness and love that Bumblebee was certain he was going to melt into a helpless pile of energon and cables and liquid metal beneath the warmth and affection in your gaze. "I love you too. I love you, Bumblebee."
He tried to vocalize, but it trilled up into a sharp, staticky wail as pleasure punched through him like a stinger shot. Frame shivering where he curled over your own, the feeling of his transfluid spilling into you seemed to be just enough to push you to your own release as well. He whined again as your nails scratched at his perfect paint. He knew you wouldn't be able to leave a mark, but Primus be damned if he didn't want them.
He kept you cradled in his grip even as his spike depressurized and you both groaned at the feeling of his fluids drooling from your aching core. You let out a startled 'Woah!' as he rolled over, placing you draped across his chassis with his hands cradled around your back to keep you close to him.
"Could've given me a heads-up." You joked.
"Heads-up." He parroted your own voice back to you, breaking into more amused buzzes at the scandalized look on your face and the teasing slap you gave to his hood.
"You're so lucky I love you."
"I love you." He parroted again, hoping the subtle expressions on his faceplate were as easy to read to you as your soft eyes and warm, dreamy smile was to him. It must have been, or you probably wouldn't have pulled him in for another kiss.
