Watch out, I’m feeling romantical

I may be cringe, but I am free

[osalotte]

Biological Sleep Aide! (Laios x reader)

aka the sub virgin laios blowjob fic that i have spent an atrocious amount of time on...

MINORS DNI

WC: 5.9k

CONTENTS: NSFW, laios being a d1 yapper, blowjobs, sub laios, inexperienced + virgin laios, a few moments of insecure laios, CANON COMPLIANT SOFT TUMMY LAIOS!!!, party member readr with an unspecified class, gn reader with experience, reader's genitalia not described, soft dom reader, sex with so so many feelings, soft intimacy, pining, lots of setup/plot, gratuitous foreplay, nipple play, visceral imagery of giving head, explicit consent, laios is so down bad it’s embarrassing, semi-ambiguous ending

if this gets enough attention i'll publish a sequel <3

You weren’t quite sure what woke you up; perhaps a sound from down the hall, or a change in the temperature of the air, or Senshi’s foghorn snoring. Either way, you fluttered your eyes awake, blinking at the crumbling gray stone of the dungeon’s ceiling.

You pulled yourself up from your bedroll, sighing but being careful to not make any noise. You let your eyes adjust to the low light and the faint glow of the magic fire Marcille had set up before you went to bed. Internally, you did a head count, and it seemed that everyone was deep in slumber. Senshi, Marcille, Chilchuck….

Your breath caught, eyes stopping at the sight of Laois’ empty bedroll. It was mussed, so he had definitely settled in earlier, but the man himself was nowhere in sight.

You cocked your head, leaning against your hand in thought. Should you be worried? No, he was probably just gone to use the bathroom. It’d be kind of weird if you walked in on him mid-piss. And if that did happen, you couldn’t decide whether Laios would be mortified beyond comprehension or concerningly underwhelmed.

The corners of your mouth quirked up as you thought about the group’s sweet—if not a bit odd—leader.

Okay. I’ll wait a few more minutes, and if he isn’t back, I’ll take a walk around, you decided. The last thing you’d want is to have Laios in some sort of trouble with no one to help out.

So, you sat there and waited, growing more awake by the minute. Still no Laios. 

After what seemed like a reasonable amount of time, you pulled yourself up from your bedroll and crept past your sleeping party members, careful to not disturb them. You peeked into a few of the empty rooms near where you’d set up camp—nothing. It wasn’t until you got to the cavern with the underground pond that you found him.

Laios’ back was to you, his form barely illuminated by the blue glow of the water. He was bereft of his heavy plated armor, clothed only in his threadbear linen sleepwear. You couldn’t see his face, but he was eerily still as he sat cross-legged on the edge of the pool, and you just knew he was staring into it with his mind a million miles away. For such a large man, when he was all curled up like that, he looked remarkably small.

“Couldn’t sleep, eh?”

He startled and whipped around at your words, but immediately relaxed upon seeing it was you. His eyes wandered back to the water, but he didn’t turn away from you. 

“Yeah. I guess you could say that,” he murmured.

You took a step forward. “Mind if I join you?”

“...Please.”

You eased yourself down to sit down right next to him as you now both faced the pond. Your eyes were on him, and his eyes were still on the water and far, far away. His irises were usually a pretty, soft honey yellow (which you definitely didn’t think about every time you made eye contact), but his pupils were blown wide with the low light, and the only color you could see was tinted turquoise by the underground pond’s light. 

You gently nudged his shoulder with your own, which seemed to pull him back to reality for a second. 

“How long have you been up?” You asked.

He tilted his head in thought. “Probably like… an hour? By now, at least.”

“An hour?” Your eyes widened and you shook your head. “Jeez, if Senshi finds out our fearless leader isn’t getting his proper rest, you’ll be the next meal.”

Laios snorted and cracked a smile, but it didn’t meet his eyes.

You leaned in even further to him. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Promise.”

“Thanks.”

You sat there like that for a moment, in comfortable silence before you spoke up again: “What’s on your mind?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. A lot of stuff, I guess. Falin, mostly. But then there’s, y’know, everything else, what we’re gonna do moving forward….” He shook his head and curled in on himself. “I want to lead us to success, but sometimes it’s just…”

“A lot?” You finished his sentence where he trailed off, and he nodded. 

“Yeah. Pretty much.” 

“Well,” you leaned back, “I, for one, think you’re doing a wonderful job. We didn’t exactly get dealt a winning hand. You’re doing great with what you have.”

He seemed to genuinely smile at your words, and his eyes went soft. “Thanks. That…. Really does mean a lot. Coming from you, especially.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed. “Any fool could cast a few spells and throw a few knives. I’m nothing special.”

“That’s not true!” He blurted out. He seemed surprised by his own outburst, and reeled himself back in. “I mean, you’re, like, super cool. And powerful! You have all of these different skills combined into one, like… Like a basilisk! But, like, a nice one that doesn’t try to kill us.”

You snorted. “Wow, and here I thought I was at least manticore level.”

“That too! Really, any chimera-type monster could apply…,” he began rambling on about the different types of chimeras and how they mix their various abilities together, and you just sat and listened, smiling softly. After he had winded himself from his monster-talk, the two of you fell back into a comfortable silence.

“Feeling sleepy yet?” You asked.

Laios shrugged, laying his chin on his hands. “No more than I was an hour ago.”

You chewed your bottom lip, furrowing your brows in thought. Should you say this? “Well…,” you started. “Y’know what always helps me get to sleep after a stressful day?”

He perked up, looking at you with wide, innocent eyes. “What?”

“An orgasm.”

Laios blinked at you. Once. Twice. Then his face went beet red and he whipped his head around to avoid eye contact with you, choking on air. You barked out a laugh.

“What? I’m being serious,” you continued between giggles. “Orgasms are clinically proven to help you sleep better.”

You couldn’t see his face from him being turned away, but the tips of his ears were bright red. “Well, yeah, I guess that makes sense, but…”

“C’mon,” you crooned. “We’re both adults here, Laios. There’s no shame. Be honest, when was the last time you masturbated?”

He thought for a moment, scratching his head. He still wouldn’t look at you. “Um… Probably back I was on the surface…?”

“A whole week ago?” 

“No, before that,” he corrected. “The trip from three- no, four weeks ago. Or was it before that….”

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head. “Over a month?”

He shrugged sheepishly. At this point, he had at least turned back around to face you, but he still had trouble meeting your gaze. “Well, with everything going on I’ve been pretty busy. Any time I get a break, I’m just so tired or hungry it doesn’t even cross my mind. And it’s not like I can sneak away or anything.”

“You haven’t even tried?” You pressed. He shook his head. “Wow. You must be pretty pent up, then.”

He simply shrugged again, fidgeting with a pebble he’d picked up somewhere and looking anywhere but you. “I-I mean, it’s not really a big deal…”

“Y’know, masturbation is a form of self care,” you said. “It’s healthy. Helps maintain your hormones, bodily functions, and releases stress. For someone so big on keeping your body healthy, I’m surprised you’ve gone this long.”

“I guess,” he mumbled. He risked a glance at you before quickly dropping his eyes to his hands once more. “It’s…. actually pretty cool how knowledgeable you are about all of this.”

“Oh, trust me, I know my stuff.” You shot him a wink, and you could’ve sworn you heard him gulp. Before you could stop yourself, the words came out; “I could help you if you’d like.”

He froze, looking at you with wide, unblinking eyes. “...Huh?”

Welp, in for a penny, in for a pound. “You know, like, give you a hand,” you explained. “Or mouth. Whichever you’d prefer, really.”

He took a moment to process your words, but when he did, he went back to blushing cherry red. “Y-you mean, like….”

“Give you an orgasm,” you said. “I mean, only if you’d want to. If you don’t, just say the word, and we can forget I even asked.” 

You paused, waiting for him to follow up with a “no,” but he just sat in silence, eyes trained on the pond and ears practically steaming.

“Or,” you continued carefully, “you could say yes, in which case I’d be happy to help. More than, even.”

“Really?” He asked, and you nodded. 

“Once again, it’s all up to you,” you reassured. “Just thought I’d offer.”

Finally, he looked you in the eye, almost like he was searching for something. “Why?”

You opened your mouth to answer, then closed it again. Why were you offering?

“It’s like a favor from a friend,” you decided. “You need to get to sleep, I want to take your pants off… A win-win, really.”

He buried his face in his hands, shrinking in on himself like a hermit crab into its shell. He mumbled something, but you couldn’t understand it, so you asked him to repeat himself.

“....Y-yeah. I, um, want to,” he squeaked. “I-I mean, if you want to-”

“I literally just offered.”

He swallowed. “Right. Um. Yes.” He looked around the room, still determined to not make eye contact with you. It was silent for a moment. “Uh...How should we…?”

“Go into a different room, probably,” you said, standing up. “This one’s pretty echoey. A little too conspicuous.”

He stood up as well, and you could’ve sworn you saw a tremor in his legs. “Oh. Yeah. Probably.”

You tilted your head towards the door. “Here, come with me.”

You took him to one of the side rooms you’d poked in earlier. No windows, one door that locks…. Perfect. You took his hand, gently tugging him into the room and closing the door behind you. You muttered a quick incantation under your breath, and a few dimly glowing orbs of light appeared above you. Not enough to light up the room, but enough so that you could at least see your hand in front of your face.

Laios fidgeted where he stood. “Where should I….?”

“You could sit on that chest over there. Wait, actually I’d prefer you on the ground,”  you said. “Better for my knees. Too bad we don’t have pillows… But, you could probably lean against those burlap sacks in that corner there. ”

He nodded excitedly, but didn’t move. You tilted your head at him. He seemed to realize himself, and hurriedly trotted over to sit in the corner with the burlap sacks. You followed eagerly on his trail, chuckling under your breath.

“Sorry,” he fumbled, clearly trembling as he sat himself down. “I’ve, uh, never done this before.”

You snorted, sitting down in front of him. “What, never gotten a blowjob in a dungeon? I hear it’s all the rage these days.”

He offered a wobbly smile and a chuckle. “No, like, um… I haven’t done…” He gestured vaguely between the two of you, trailing off.

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

“Like, anything like this.”

You blinked at him, confused by his words, but then froze as it clicked in your head.

“You’re a virgin?” You blurted out, much louder than you intended to and you smacked your hands over your mouth. Laios looked like a deer in headlights, unsure if he should be mortified or not. You quickly recovered. “Sorry. I just wasn’t expecting it. Um, how old are you, again?”

“26,” he said. He tilted his head at you like a puppy, eyes big and innocent. “Why? Is that weird?”

“No, no, of course not,” you reassured. “Just, um… Do you still want to do this? You can back out. I won’t be offended.”

“I-I want to.” He sat up straight and responded so quickly he almost tripped on his words. “I do. If you’re still okay with it.”

You took a deep breath before giving him a soft smile. “Yes. I definitely am.”

“Oh, that’s good… I didn’t want it to be weird if- oomf!” You pushed him against the burlap sacks, caging him in with your body as you moved to straddle his lap. Your face got very close to his face very fast and Laios was not expecting it. Then again, he certainly wasn’t complaining. He looked up at you, eyes wide and cheeks red. 

“You ever kissed anyone before?” You asked, sultry voice just above a murmur, searching in his eyes. 

“Uh… Y-yeah,” he said. He kept making eye contact, then looking away. “Only, like, twice, though.”

Oh, so we were really starting from scratch, you thought to yourself, saying nothing. You saw him grow a little anxious at your lack of immediate response and quickly followed up, “That’s alright. I was just curious.”

“Y-yeah, it was like-” your hands slithered up his neck to tenderly cup his jaw, “-two years ago, or something-” you leaned in, lips just inches away from his, “-and, um….”

He trailed off with a shaky exhale of air that you felt against your lips, and you took that as your cue to go in.

You kissed him, and he immediately froze up, not knowing what to do. When your lips started moving, he was clumsy, painfully out of sync. He really hadn’t done this before. After a few seconds of testing the waters, you pulled away, but not too far. He leaned his head in a bit, as if trying to follow you.

He blinked slowly, eyes so blown out that his iris was little more than a thin ring around black pupils. “What are you doing…?”

“Kissing you,” you stated. “Y’know, like, foreplay.” He tilted his head and gave you a quizzical look, so you elaborated, “It’s kind of like a sex warm-up….? Y’know, to get you going so you don’t have to jump right in.”

“Oh. Yeah. I-I guess that makes sense….”

You grinned at him before diving in to steal another kiss. You made this one sensual, gratuitous, trying to guide his lips into a comfortable rhythm with yours. You felt his large body go slack against yours, melting into the kiss. You had one hand on the back of his head and the other on his big, warm chest, and it was painfully obvious he had no clue what to do with his arms.

“Here,” you giggled against his lips, and guided his hands to a comfortable spot. One on your side, just below your chest, and the other on your ass. “You can touch me.”

“O-okay,” he squeaked. 

You kissed him for a third time, this time with a little more fervor. You slipped your tongue in here and there, experimenting and seeing what he’d do with it. He gave your butt a tentative squeeze, and you grinned against his lips. With every movement, Laios seemed to loosen up; becoming more comfortable, even eager.

He pressed his mouth hard into you—a bit too hard, teeth clanking together—and you had to tug him back with your hands gripping tight at the hair on the back of his neck and he gasped. You didn’t let up, giving a few more soft kisses as an apology before pulling away once more.

“Wow,” he whispered, eyes half open and lips still parted, grinning in a stunned sort of bliss. “You’re really good at this.”

You shrugged. “Call it experience, I guess.”

“Mm….,” he hummed, only half-hearing your words. Laios’ eyes trailed down to your lips, beginning to lean in once more. You obliged and gave him a small peck on the lips before pulling away. He made a sound of confusion before you moved to the corner of his lips, then his cheek, then his jaw, then finally began kissing his neck.

“Oh. Oh wow,” he breathed shakily, big hands floating up to grip into your sides and hips as if to keep himself grounded. You couldn’t see him, but you could imagine his expression to be one of shocked, open-mouthed delight. 

You mouthed your way up to the spot below his ear, sucking what you hoped would end up to be dark purple hickeys the next morning. He tasted like sweat and skin and you relished in every bite.

“Hah….,” he moaned, more breath than actual voice, holding onto you for dear life. You nibbled at his earlobe and he tensed before a full-on shudder wracked his body. He instinctively pulled you in tight against him with his strong arms, like he wanted to be as close to you as physically possible. He was exceptionally sensitive—not necessarily surprising, given his inexperience, but either way it sent a little thrill of anticipation up your spine.

You’d been feeling his growing arousal under you, but at this point it was poking against your inner thigh from your position straddling him. You pressed into it slightly and he yelped, flinching into you.

“That’s-“ he gave a sharp inhale followed by a shaking moan as you bit down into the thick cord of muscle that leads to his shoulder, simultaneously grinding harder against the tent in his pants. He jolted in surprise, but it was followed closely by a shiver of pleasure as he squeezed his legs together. “-that feels—ngh—really good.”

You pulled away. He was panting fully now, just as hot and worked up as he got after an intense bout of combat. But unlike the heat of battle, this scene was softer, more gentle, malleable, intimate. He looked utterly blissed out, huffing and puffing with red cheeks and unfocused eyes, and you hadn’t taken off a single layer of clothing. You could see the twitching bulge in his pants, a small wet spot appearing at its peak. You fought back a grin. So excitable.

Your hands trailed along the collar of his linen shirt, fiddling with the strings. “Can we take this off?”

He blinked at you, taking a moment to process your words, but he snapped to attention once he realized what you meant.

“Oh- Oh! Um, yeah, of course. Let me just….” He reached up to untie his laces, and you scooted back on his legs to allow him room to pull his shirt up and over his head, leaving his upper half completely bare. 

You’d already had a pretty good idea of his physique given that his thin shirt did little to hide it, but he was a glorious sight to behold now. His large frame littered with scars, his huge muscles bulging out but not necessarily chiseled as they lay under a healthy layer of fat, the slight squish of his tummy that spilled a little over his waistband, and golden chest hair trailing all the way down into his pants.

You must’ve been staring a bit too long, because Laios shifted and moved to cross his arms over his chest, self-conscious.

“Uh, am I- Is this okay…?” He gulped. 

“Oh god, sorry, yes,” you rushed to get the words out. “It’s just- you’re, like, gorgeous. Got distracted.”

If he hadn’t been completely red in the face already, you were sure he would have blushed to infinity. He curled in on himself.

“I usually don’t care how I look that much, but…” he murmured. “It’s weird. I don’t know why I feel so…. shy.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” you said, reaching up to tenderly sweep his hair back before sliding down to cup his face. “You can put it back on, if you want. But I am certainly enjoying the view.”

He grinned sheepishly. “Thanks…. You’re- you also look really, um, good…”

“Here, I’ll join you,” you said. You made quick work of pulling your shirt over your head and you heard Laios gasp. 

“Wow,” he whispered as his eyes raked up and down your body in wonder.

“Could I have this?” You tugged at the shirt he still held in his hand, and he willingly gave it to you, still starstruck by your half-naked form. “Lean forward a bit here.”

Obedient as a dog, he followed your instructions and leaned into you, not thinking twice. His skin felt hot and a little damp against yours, his face pressed against your shoulder. You reached around him to fluff the shirt out flat a little bit before tucking it between his back and the burlap sacks as a makeshift blanket.

“Should be a little more comfortable,” you said, tucking in the edges so it wouldn’t slip too much. “Don’t wanna scratch up your back. Yet, at least.”

Completely oblivious to your innuendo, he was looking at you as if you’d hung all the stars in the sky. “You really know what you’re doing, huh?”

You shrugged. “Don’t think too much about it, ‘kay? I just want you to be comfortable.”

You pushed back on his shoulder slightly and, obedient as ever, he laid back down against the now-covered burlap sacks. His arms had slipped down to lay at his sides. He stared at you, eagerly awaiting your next instruction.

You ran your hands down his neck and across his chest, nails raking through the wiry hair and over his nipples, tenderly admiring his build. His muscles twitched with each brush of your fingers, hands creeping up to grip your thighs. 

You leaned forward, diving in to leave open-mouthed kisses on his neck and down his chest. He shivered and gripped your thighs tighter. You paused once you reached his sternum and looked up at him.

“Do you like having your nipples played with?” 

He froze at your question. “Um, I-I’m not really sure.”

Virgin. Right, you reminded yourself internally.

“Well,” you continued, “let me know if this feels good, okay? It’s not for everyone, but they have a lot of nerve endings, and can be big erogenous zones for some people.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve heard of tha- eep!” He tensed up like he was struck with a live wire as you closed your mouth around his nipple. He bit back a groan as you swirled your tongue around, sucking softly. His cock jumped, and you could feel the wetness from his tip seeping through his pants as it brushed against your bare stomach.

“I—ah—didn’t even know you could do this,” he stuttered, hands having since moved their vice-grips to your upper back as you continued to lavish his chest in attention, moving to the other nipple. “I- I mean biologically it makes s—hah—sense since in mammals, the chest a-and specifically nipples are considered a secondary s—hn—sexual organ…”

“But does it feel good?” you asked, slightly muffled as you switched between speaking and sucking on his chest. 

“I- I think so—!“ His voice cut off with a sharp gasp as you suddenly sank in your teeth around his nipple before sucking hard and rolling the little bud in your mouth. “It’s- it’s kinda weird but—hah—kinda good….?”

You pulled off of his chest with a wet pop and grinned up at him devilishly. “Enjoying yourself, Laios?”

“Yeah,” he panted. His eyes were half-lidded, mouth parted as he caught his breath, flushed all the way to his ears. He somehow looked worked up to the point of combustion but soft and innocent at the same time. “This is….. Wow. I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything.” You were sure you couldn’t hide how pleased you were with yourself, looking like the cat who got the cream. His eyes were so full of wonder, and you couldn’t help but pull yourself back up to kiss him silly, repositioning yourself so that one of your legs was slotted in between his.

You pressed your body hard into his, and his arms snaked around your waist, a single big hand going down to shyly squeeze your butt. You giggled and brought up your finger to trace tight little circles around his nipples, still slippery with saliva, and he shuddered and gasped against you. 

You pulled your thigh forward to press hard against his cock, twitching and leaky as it begged to be released from its confines. The tortured sound Laios let out against your lips made you want to devour him whole. 

“You’re doing so well, Laios,” you whispered in between kisses. He whined and his cock jumped excitedly. Interesting. “So, so good for me.” You pressed your thigh down harder-

“Wait—ngh!—wait stop-“ he yelped. You immediately halted your actions, pulling away, but Laios pulled you right back into him, refusing to let you move away.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You asked, gently stroking his arms, suddenly very concerned. 

He was shivering violently, and pressed even harder into you. “Nothing,” he gasped, struggling to form words. “I just- I thought I was gonna cum….”

You grinned devilishly, a new light in your eye. You pressed your thigh into his raging hard-on once again and he keened, burying his face into your neck.

“Wait! Be careful, I-I can feel it….,” his words tapered off into a broken cry, open-mouthed against your shoulder. Mercifully, you let up, and Laios let out a shaky sigh of relief. 

“Let’s move on to the main event, shall we?” You cooed, worming your way out of his hold so you could lower yourself onto the ground.

He looked confused for a moment, as if he’d forgotten you’d planned on sucking him off in the first place, but then his eyes widened and he choked on air. “Oh- Yeah. Yes.” He gulped “Please?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” you purred. You kissed your way down his torso, his curly chest hair tickling your nose as you went. You reached his pants, pressing a messy kiss on his tummy just above his waistband. He shuddered. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands—trembling as they were—awkwardly holding them above his lap. 

You looked up at him, his shivering form and nervous expression, droplets of sweat beading at his forehead despite the chill of the dungeon. He was so close already, and honestly, with how pent up he was, you were surprised he managed to hold back from creaming his pants. 

You unfortunately had to look away from his flushed face as you undid the laces of his trousers and pulled out his swollen cock. He was hard and hot and thick in your hands. In terms of penises you’d seen, he was uncut, untrimmed, and exceptionally average, yet you were salivating all the same. The flushed head was shiny smeared with its own precum, and it bobbed up under your gaze. 

Laios’ eyes squeezed shut and he tilted his head back with a choked groan, like just the sight of your face so close to his cock would make him cum. 

You wrapped your hand firm around the middle and gave him an experimental pump. You were mesmerized as you watched the foreskin bunch up over the head, a single bead of white pearling and dribbling out, before pulling and stretching back down to reveal his cock in all of its weeping glory.

You couldn’t help but dive right in.

You closed your warm mouth over the head of his cock, licking the creamy, salty pleasure from his tip and swallowing it hungrily. Laios yelped and his thighs squeezed around your head. You popped your mouth off of him to lick a long stripe from base to tip, flattening your tongue, before suckling on the tip once more.

“So…. warm….,” Laios mumbled. 

You let a fat glob of spit drip down from your mouth, using the tight ring of your hands to deftly spread it down his shaft. You pumped him once, twice, and Laios’ jaw dropped in a silent gasp. 

“Nice, isn’t it?” you murmured before pressing a sloppy kiss to his tip. Laios’ mouth tried to form words, but all that came out was a gasp followed by a throaty groan as he pitched forward. His hands found their way to your hair—not so much pushing you down as it was giving himself something to hold onto. 

You let go of his dick so that, with both hands, you could ease him back down, untense his muscles and loosen his hands from your hair.

“It’s alright, baby, I’ve got you,” you cooed. “It’s okay. Just relax. You’re doing so well.”

He whimpered but nodded, screwing his eyes shut. Once he’d relaxed again, your hand gently found its way back to his cock, soon followed by your mouth.

You were slow, careful not to overwhelm him, swallowing him halfway with a hand wrapped firm around his base before pulling back up, lapping at his tip. 

“Wow. Oh wow,” he whispered, letting out breathy little 'hah's. “This is…. Wow.”

Laios was whimpering, trying his best to stay still, but with every bob of your head his thighs twitched and his body tensed. 

“No wonder succubi—ngh—are so successful in—h-hah—in dungeons- ack—!” His voice broke as you swallowed around him. “This is—hn—really… r-really good. Lonely male adventurers w-would make the perfect prey—!” The last part of his sentence pitched up as you began swirling your tongue around the tip.

You took him deeper. You felt the hot, salty weight of him bump the back of your throat. He cried out, hips jumping up and hands scrambling to hold onto something. You didn’t let up, taking him deeper, swallowing around his length as you blinked and let the tears spill from your eyes. Your throat may have a bruise the next morning, but the sounds that Laios made would be well worth it. 

“Oh god. Oh—oh I’m close,” he moaned, desperate. “‘M gonna—hah—gonna cum…”

You simply sped up, sucking him with a newfound fervor, and he moaned so loud you could hear the echo bounce around the room. One of his hands kept brushing over yours, so you obliged, lacing your fingers with his own. He took it greedily, thankful to be holding your hand and squeezing tight as you swallowed him.

“Oh- oh! It’s— I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m cumming—ngh—-!” His moans tapered off into a high-pitched whine as he came in your mouth, hot saltiness flooding all of your senses as you swallowed what you could. He was cumming a lot—bursting into your mouth like a broken pipe—so much so that it quickly overflowed and came dribbling out from the corners. You pulled off of him, cum dripping down your chin and spilling onto your hand. 

Meanwhile, Laios was still in the middle of a mind-blowing orgasm, jolts of pleasure shooting through him as he gasped and moaned. You stroked him, languid and slow, through the rest of it, squeezing his hand in assurance. By the time the cum had stopped seeping out of him, he was shaking like a leaf and had a white-knuckle grip on your hand. He began to whimper in pain at the overstimulation, so you let up, watching his softening cock lay itself down, twitching, into a splatter of cum on his thigh.

Laios was breathing hard. Eyes closed, he hadn’t let go of your hand. You just rested your cheek on his clean (as in, the one with less cum on it) thigh, looking up at him as he eased his way out of orgasmic daze. 

“So,” he murmured after a moment of silence, voice trembling. “That’s what I’ve been missing out on all this time.”

“Pretty much,” you hummed, drawing mindless circles on his hips with your thumb, never taking your eyes off of him.

“Wow.” He stared off into space for a second before blinking back into focus. “No wonder lust makes people crazy. It’s almost…. Cathartic?”

“Relaxing, too,” you said, pressing a feather light kiss into the softness of his thigh. “Feel better?”

He nodded. “Very. Honestly, I could fall asleep right now. I don’t even want to get up. Is that a normal post-coital reaction?”

You bit back a giggle. “Yes. But this in particular was pretty intense.” You began the process of slowly separating yourself from Laios, peeling your body off of the ground. “You came a lot. Is it usually this much? It’s not bad or anything, there’s just… so much.”

“Not usually, no,” he shrugged sheepishly, looking down at the mess on his legs. “Probably from being ‘pent-up,’ like you said.” 

“Guess this means you should take better care of your biological urges, hm?” You tenderly cupped his face and he hummed, leaning into your hand to press a kiss to your palm. You subtly wiped your other hand on your discarded shirt so that you could bring it up to run your fingers through his close-cropped hair.

“That was… amazing,” he whispered, eyes fluttering shut under your caress. “It felt so nice.” He swallowed, then hesitantly looked up to you, eyes big and round and adoring. “...Thank you.”

You couldn’t handle the way he was looking at you, so instead you kissed him. He was all but boneless against you, sweet and melting like ice cream on a hot summer’s day. 

You pulled away. It was a second before either of you spoke, eyes closed, foreheads pressed together, breathing in the other’s exhales. 

“We should probably get back,” you said after a moment, pressing one final, fleeting kiss to his lips before standing up.

“Y-yeah. Probably.” He looked down at the mess all over his thighs and stomach. “Um… what should I….?”

You muttered an incantation under your breath and with a flick of your wrist, the mess disappeared from him completely. You did the same for yourself. 

“Thank the gods for prestidigitation,” you chuckled. You began to redress yourself, Laios not far behind. 

Once you were both decent, you made your way to the door, unlocking it and expecting Laios to follow you. You glanced over your shoulder only to see that Laios was standing in the same spot, the laces of his shirt still untied. 

“So, are we lovers now?”

You froze, blood pumping as your heart leapt into your throat. Even for Laios, the question felt like it came out of left field. He had his head tilted at you like a curious dog, unashamed and eager and genuine.

“Like, in the books,” he explained. “This kind of thing is what lovers do, right?”

“Well- I….” You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamt of being his partner—being giggly and enamored with each other. But cold fear gripped your heart when you thought about the possibility of something going wrong, of you messing it up and losing him completely. “...I guess….? Kind of? Do you…. Want to be?”

He walked up to you and grabbed your hand, eyes never leaving yours. “I want to be lovers.”

“How about….. friends…… that are also sometimes lovers?” you suggested, trying to not let your voice shake too badly. You cringed inwardly at your words, since you wanted nothing more than to scream ‘Yes!’ 

“Does that mean we can keep doing stuff like this?” He asked.

“Of course,” you said. You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back. “How about we discuss this more tomorrow, yeah? You need to get some sleep.”

This answer seemed to satisfy him, as he grinned wide at you, tugging you out the door and towards camp where, hopefully, no one realized you were missing.

Meanwhile, back at camp....

Chilchuck was covering both of his ears with his pillow, silently seething. Bile rose in his throat with every other sound he could hear ever-so-faintly echo through the dungeon corridor. He did not expect to wake up to the sounds of stupid Laios in the thralls of pleasure—with you, no less!—and he was very much not happy about it.

"Fucking kids...," he muttered, grinding his teeth together as he tried to muffle the sounds as best he can. "Fucking half-foot hearing.... I hate it here."

~~~

tags: @hohoshiumi @this-gave-pidgeon-further-shock @smokycoco @eggsnasty @justformio234 @rosesandquartzz @zeniiis @childaintit @goddessofpoledancing @dark-space-between-the-stars

please comment + reblog so i have a justification for writing more laios fics instead of actual productive tasks <3

[pastelclovds]

cw: monster fucker laios, shapeshifter!male!reader, marathon sex, creampie

thinking about laios pleading with his party members to allow you, a shapeshifter, to join them in rescuing his sister. his party reluctantly accepts you when they realize that you would be really useful to their cause since you can shift into any monster you pleased. laios wanted you to join him 50% because his chances of his sister being saved would increase exponentially…

and the other 50% was because he was immensely fascinated with you and your species. as your journey throughout the dungeon continues, your adoration and care for laios grew as well. he felt the exact same way about you. it wasn’t long until you both got… curious about each others bodies and took any chance when you made camp to fuck.

it was like the dungeon knew of your intentions, as a room always appeared for the two of you to take refuge in.

it wouldn’t help that you were a massive tease who loved to rile up laios by groping his clothed cock until he was hard and twitching in your palm. you wiped away the tears trickling down his flushed cheeks as you whispered the dirtiest thoughts you had in your mind in his ear. the tips of your mouth curled into a grin when your nose caught the sinful scent of pre gathering on the tip of his cock.

it doesn’t take long for laios to beg for relief, pathetically humping against your palm for the tiniest bit of friction. you could never say no to that adorable face of his. he unknowingly had you wrapped around his finger.

as your relationship continues, laios asks you out of the blue like the blunt man he is if you could have sex in your different monster/hybrid forms. he lasted about four rounds until you bottom out, your knot popping inside his sore hole and filling his stuffed ass with more cum. he lets out a breathy whine and lets his arms slump on top of the soft sheets of the bed, they’re tired after holding half of his weight up as you ravaged him.

his plush ass is a mess of white cum from previous rounds, some leaking out of the base of your cock where you two are connected and dripping down to the sheets.

your claws carefully fondled the fat of laios’ hips before slithering to his soft belly and push down on where you felt your cum sloshing inside him. laios let out a pitiful moan as his cock twitched and another spurt of cum stained the bedsheets.

you were honestly impressed he lasted this long. the first round was in your naga form. second round: your scorpion form, third round: bear, and now the fourth round: werewolf. he was one greedy boy. but now he was spent and satisfied. so were you.

you took generous sniffs of laios’ sweaty hair before softly licking his neck as you felt your knot soften enough to pull out. spurts of your cum left his gaping hole as he let out a sobbing sigh. overstimulated tears stinging his eyes as his soft cock hung uselessly between his legs. gods, just staring at his thighs makes you want to suffocate between them. definitely next time. until then, you’ve gotta take care of your precious laios.

laios weakly calls out your name.

“yes, baby?” you answered.

“do you think i’m pregnant now? you’ve cum so many times inside… it’s gotta happen. right?” laios said in a dazed voice, like he actually believed he could he impregnated.

you held back your laughter as you gather the tissues, your tail shamelessly wagging behind you. you love him so much.

[fictionalfreaksineed]

I demand more submissive Polnareff fics! I only like my men when they’re head over heels for me and a simp ☝️😼

I couldn’t quickly find a photo of a smug king and I’m too tired to make it myself. So you get smug cat and finger emojis

[deliriously-donna]

kafka hibino x female reader

Bright turquoise eyes, reminiscent of the skies nearing sunset with hues of green and blue painted across a cloudless horizon, followed your salacious movements as you crawled atop his naked body.

Every muscle jerked, twitching beneath your greedy mouth, a trail of desire pathing the way up the side of his neck. Wet, open-mouthed kisses spread across his golden skin, only pausing to suck little bruising marks until he was pulling you up with hasty hands, pawing in their urgency.

Kafka’s demanding mouth pressed firmly to your own, kissing you sloppily in amongst swallowed moans and soft whimpers, and not only from you. He seemed intent upon devouring you, his tongue entwined messily with yours until you had to shove at his shoulders simply to draw air into your burning lungs.

You grinned, wide and drunk on the desire thrumming through your nervous system, giddy from the dusting of heat on his cheeks and crawling up his neck like a rash.

Kafka palmed your breasts, holding the generous mounds gently as his thumbs played across your taut nipples. It forced a low hiss through your gritted teeth, tingles tightening the buds even more whilst you fixed him with a firm stare and a slow shake of your head.

For once, you wanted to put his needs above yours. For once you were desperate to have him fall apart from your actions alone. He was always so giving, and whilst you knew he got off on making you feel such sharp and potent pleasure, you wanted to see him stretch out like a king. You knew he would look irresistible with an arm slung behind his head and those wide loving eyes fixed on your every wiggle.

His frown at your insistence that his hands fall from the cushion of your breasts was short-lived as he listened to your offered words instead.

“I wanna make you feel good, Kaf. I wanna taste you so bad and have you lay back to enjoy it all… ‘kay?”

He swallowed thickly, the bob of his Adam’s apple exaggerated by the lump lodged in his throat, and he let you use your strength to press his spine to the sheets with you still above him.

Kafka’s eyes were everywhere, not pausing for longer than a few seconds whilst he watched you shimmy and find a comfortable position. He worshipped you with his gaze alone since you raised your eyebrow in warning anytime his fingers reached out for you, biting his lip to smother the whine trying to escape his throat. Gods, he just wanted to touch you so damn much.

There was a genuine concern that he might pass out when you finally lowered yourself to settle between his thighs, wriggling over the firm bulge in his underwear and grasping at the waistband to pull his aching erection from their tight hold.

The tendons in his neck pulled taut as you maintained eye contact, preening on the inside at his reactions. Your pink tongue lolled out, saliva dripping from the tip and falling to his purpled skin which you chased with wet kitten licks to his throbbing tip. Purred moans vibrated up Kafka’s shaft as you tasted the salty musk of the pearls of thick precum weeping steadily from his slit and he nearly jolted upright in the bed at the sensation.

“Holy fucking shit—babe!”

How empowering it was to bring a man—this man—to such easy rapture.

This was Kafka Hibino, the man hosting a powerful kaiju and working with the top brass of the Defense Force to protect the country, but most importantly, he was your boyfriend. He was a man that housed an even bigger heart, and his biggest weakness was undeniably you.

“Easy there, big boy… try to relax,” you soothed, fixing a palm atop his chest and feeling how frantically his heart was beating beneath your fingers. Kafka howled, turning his head into the marshmallow pillows but only for a moment before he was peeking again, unable to resist watching even if it was his own undoing.

You hummed, admiring his length and girth. His cock was thick all over, but the base was especially wide, so wide that it always proved a stretch when he bottomed out. With your hand wrapped as firmly around the base as you could manage, you tapped his leaking tip to your pursed lips until webs of sticky messy connected you to him. Only then did you let go to watch the heavy weight of his cock fall against his stomach with a groan.

Kafka fisted the sheets, his hips straining upwards as you accommodated him within the wet confines of your mouth, toying with the tight skin running under the head of cock and doing your damnedest not to wiggle around too much. You knew how close he was to blowing a gasket and tempting him with the rhythmical sway of your hips and backside was not what you wanted to push him over the edge.

Drool pooled from the edges of your lips, the noisy slurps causing his eyes to roll over to the back of his skull and you moaned around him, husky and wanton for more. The vibrations resonated right into his belly, heavy balls tight with the want to pump his load down your throat so soon. Sweat edged his hairline, beads of it rolling down his temples to become stuck on the popped veins.

“Babe… shit. ‘m so close—gotta… you gotta stop!” He enthused each word with a whine, his chest heaving with every noisy bob of your head. The lewd slick slick echoed in your head to mingle beautifully with how desperate he sounded.

In answer, you shook your head.

You had no qualms about him spilling so soon, the night was young, and you were determined to make him lose himself to your ministrations over and over until he was completely spent and sated. The second your teeth unsheathed, careful and delicate against his sensitive cock, he panted loudly at the overwhelming sensation. Your tongue was playful, explorative and unyielding as you toyed with the thick veins that ran the length of him.

Without warning, ropes of hot sticky cum painted your mouth. The volume took you by surprise, thick spurts falling down your throat and filling you up fast. Kafka had just enough conscious thought to pull his hips back. Through strained whimpers and convulsions that wracked his stomach and legs, he was able to grasp at the hinge of your jaw, his thumb hooked inside your mouth.

You were startled by the action, opening up in reaction just as he spoke through a deep husky intonation that had your cunt clenching around nothing and wishing for something.

“Lemme see baby, open up for me. Show me how much of that load you swallowed down. Mm… that’s it. You think this is a lot? Just wait ‘til I get that pretty pussy wrapped around my dick.”

Oh… gods… where had this Kafka come from all of a sudden?! You didn’t know, but you hoped he stayed a while.

an: hi hello! If you got this far this is a rework and repost of a short thing I wrote on my previous blog. I’ve been thinking about Kafka a lot so I just had to post this. I love him so dearly 🥺💜

[kai-gyu]

Sorry I'm late ! Happy Valentine's Day ! 💕❤️

( sorry it's just a quick thing but I missed drawing him)

[smallestapplin]

Hi! I would like to ask you, since you are open to writing Animated, can you write a headcanon on the three personalities of Blitzwing regarding their expressions of affection? (And the spicy one! I'm starving for too little content on him…) I'd be happy to consider it if you feel up to it!

You didn’t specify human or cybertronian reader, but since I loved animated so much I will write both. Also I’m sorry if it’s bad, I’m finishing this half asleep but so excited to finally write more for tfa.💞

Minors do not interact! Adults only please.

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- Blitzwing is surprisingly sweet with his courted, though his base persoanlity is a bit cold, he will often greet you with a pet name as if it was your actual name, and kiss the back of your hand/servo. Though he doesn’t express it more than that, he will often show his affection and care more through actions, like handing you a meal while you’re working, or leaving it on your desk to surprise you with it.

- He is protective over you, likes having you within sight of his optics or within grabbing range just in case any autobot tries to launch a surprise attack.

- note : if you are human he will always carry you around on his shoulder.

- When the switch is flipped inside him and he’s enraged, his angrier personality has more cuteness aggression, he loves you so much it’s maddening, he wants to squish your face, lightly shake you for daring to capture his spark how dare you to this to him! Making him soft, he loves you so so much don’t you try to wiggle out of his love.

- THE most protective of the three, he has to be constantly touching you needing to feel you beneath his servos, to the point where it doesn’t matter if your human or cybertronian he will just pick you up and carry you around. Often holds you when you’re talking to others and sulks, cause how dare someone else take up his beloved’s time when it should be spent with him!

- note : the only bot he doesn’t take you away from is Megatron, but you can see him sulking and shaking with rage just behind the decepticon leader.

- His chaotic personality is where the fun happens, at least in your eyes/optics. He likes making you laugh, likes hearing your snort or full on clinging to something to stand up laugh. But he’s also the most affectionate, always smothering you in kisses, picking you up to spin you around and gush about his love for you. He is the one who is running, skip in his step towards you after missions and battles.

- if Cybertronian, he will run towards you and jump, fully wanting you to catch him so he can kiss you sensless.

- Blitzwing in general is observant especially towards you, noting your habites, routines, items you seem to favor, so don’t be surprised when the news says there’s been a robbery at the blanket factory and he’s showing him with arms full cause you mentioned one time two months ago wanting to make a nest like berth.

- Also calls you conjunx whether you all are or not, because he fully intends to have the ceremony once they win the war, so expect to hear ‘that’s my Conjunx’ in so many different tones. From his colder personality saying it so casually “Oh, yes, my Conjunx, they are busy at the moment.”

To hearing him nearly yelling at Lugnut “That’s MY Conjunx, you oaf!”

And last to hear a crazed giggling and him to say in a dreamy tone “That’s my Conjunx! Aren’t they so cool?”

- Very rarely is Blitzwing is seen without you, unless it’s a battle or a mission he will almost always be found near or on you. His work gets done, and he does as he’s told, why shouldn’t he be allowed to spoil himself with his beloved’s presence? If you’re in a room, Blitzwing is not far away.

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NSFW : GN!Cybertronian reader

- Tempurature play is unintentional when interfacing with Blitzwing, his servos are colder than most, it always makes you shake or cry out when he finally touches your spike or valve. While he doesn’t mean to, he can’t say he’s not fond of the reactions you give him. He is very thorough, wanting you to be perfectly prepared for him and take his spike with ease.

- His sounds are soft, he’s not very loud but you will hear his groans, mewls, and occasional whimper or gasp. You will overload at least twice before having you take his spike. His thrusts are always slow but hard, being sure to roll his hips to grind against your node with every thrust. He likes to enjoy his time with you, wanting to savor all of it, the feeling of you clenching around him, your servo dragging down his sensitive back, to hear how you beg for more and mutter your love for him.

- You will overload a few more times before he does, he might even fill you up twice if you ask sweetly enough. But afterwards he will kiss you slow and sweet, asking if you’re okay while he gets up to clean you up.

- You best prepare your valve for when he’s angry, though you can’t help but enjoy it. He manhandles you into hat positions he wants, his spike so deep inside you. His thrusts are fast and punch the ex-vents out of you. He’s warmer this time around, it heats up your body but yout heavy helm can barely think, you’ve overloaded so many times, cried for him to slow down cried for more, you can’t even tell what you’re begging for anymore as he rearranges your wires.

- Blitzwing is louder this time, chattier even, more into degradation to get his anger out on your valve, and if you aren’t overloading fast enough for his liking his servo will wrap around your spike, making you fuck his fist until he has you overloading. You are going to be drooling and crying by the time he finally loses his steam, and absolutely fragged stupid. After care depends on if you’re still concious or not. Your legs cannot be felt, you have lost the ability to walk, and honestly he might still keep his spike in your valve to keep you plugged, and to stay close to you.

- Will 100% fall asleep with you warming his spike and burying his face into your neck, and will be pissed if anyone disturbs you two.

- His chaotic personality is a wild card, sometimes he wants to frag you, sometimes he wants you to frag him, other times he wants to ride you and fuck himself dumb on your spike, you can never guess with him. Claws at you, covers your frame in so many bite marks and denting yout metal, he needs the galaxy to know you’re his.

- Cannot stop talking to save his spark, constantly speaking with a spike-drunk smile he babbles “yes yes more! Just like thaaat!! So good- frag me more, overload in me. Haha, sooo good…” he’s a drooling mess, hips unable to stop and valve clenching around your spike, desperately trying to milk you of all your transfluid.

- Sometimes you’ll pass out and walk up to Blitzwing still fucking himself on your spike, other times he’s keeping your spike warm and kisses your chassis and face plate with a goofy grin, talking about “oh my sweet Conjunx, you are truly wonderful! Holder of my spark, we should again and again!”

- Even interfacing he simply must loudly proclaim his love and affection for you, even if your spike is so deep inside him and you’re gripping his wings to fuck him harder.

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GN!Human reader : warning overstim, belly bulge, and biolights shine through skin briefly mention.

- though much doesn’t change from the headcanons above, what does change is how powerful his thrusts are, he doesn’t want to hurt you, even when he’s enraged he’s still holding back a lot because your soft squishy human body wouldn’t be able to handle it. However it does come with the added benefit of seeing your stomach bulge, his biolights faintly shining through your skin making him go feral far faster.

- Your hole sucking him in, trying to keep him from pulling back out but he just can’t stop his rutting hips. Blitzwing is more prone to overstimulating himself with a human partner, mostly on accident as he grows addicted to the feeling, the sounds you make and the taste of your juices on his glossa.

- Your poor body will be littered with bruises from his hold, and your ass too just from how hard he was smacking his hips against your ass.

[cheschesterpossum]

Can we get bunny suit Prowl too? Only if you wanna! No pressure X3

Cw: you already know what it is.

[sugugori]

The concept of a big, manly man turning soft and gooey when you love on him just a little. Yes, he’s enormous and he knows how to take down a bulk of men in a minute but he melts when you kiss that soft spot right behind his ear. One big paw holding you flush against him- pressing you deeper into that spot, urging you to touch him. To make him feel good. Wordlessly begging, “more, more, more.” You’ve got pretty baby chubbing up in his boxers, fat tip dripping because it feels so good to be the one taken care of.

You’re so proud of him for taking what he wants. Usually, he's the one taking such good care of you. But as fierce and stubborn as your man is, he needs to be spoiled too.

But with time, he learns to let things happen. To let himself feel good, feel worthy of this. Worthy of you. Lets himself be pressed into soft sheets, to be kissed dumb until he’s misty eyed and needy- brain cloudy with want. Sweet boy is finally getting what he deserves.

[lemon69lol]

Listen officer I dont normally post my freak shit on main but I really like how the smoke turned out

Abandon all hope ye who click below the cut

[fictionalfreaksineed]

Getting tired of posting the parts on tumblr, here’s the AO3 link to the Blitzwing fanfic

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[pr3ydriv3]

nsfw sideblogs r so funny. my friend we can't talk here it isn't safe.. we have to go to sex world together

[livingdead-system-deactivated20]

Why would you hide this in the comments

[strawberryfairi]

・❥・Jabber Wonger ・❥・

Talking Himself To Sleep

Jabber likes to yap when he's tired. 

Laying on top of you with his head on your chest, just going on and on about the most random foolishness. Eyes closed, words blending and tangling together—every now and then giving you half finished sentences. 

It was truly a strange and fascinating phenomenon to witness as someone who has never needed to talk in order to get yourself to sleep. 

Every time you think, Why not just simply go to sleep? 

That thought never occurs to him though. No, no he must talk himself to sleep. 

"How come like . . . like, how come it's not . . . why it's not meese?" he drawled lazily, voice gravelly from the tiredness threatening to take him under, "Who saw mice and was like . . . 'dats mice'? Should be meese, see what I'm sayin'?" 

Sometimes—like right now—you decide to humor him, brushing the back of your fingers up and down the nape of his neck, "Mmm, I see. Well then what about the plural for moose?" 

His brows subtly rose, the signal that he was thinking, "Dats . . . dats meese too, for real." 

You giggled softly, "They're just both gonna be meese?" 

"Yeaaahh, lowkey, 's gotta be like dat", he just barely nodded, an exhausted attempt at enthusiasm, "And . . . and then, y'know how . . . y'know . . . "

And just like that, he was out. 

You held back your laughter, not wanting to wake him and get him going all over again and restart the process. You'd had plenty nights of that. So you simply closed your own eyes, slipping into sleep soon after. 

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: I can't even begin to tell y'all the amount of works I have both long and short in my vault for Jabber. I have been obsessively writing for him for WEEKS and just haven't felt like anything was good enough for my fave😭 so I decided to just say f*ck it and start putting out at least my mini works stuff before whipping out my long fics and short stories.

More to come for Jabber though😌🩷

[fictionalfreaksineed]

half asleep Blitzwing fanfic

I love me some badly written slop 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / ?

His servos close around you, holding you in place as he nuzzles you, making obnoxious kissing noises, to make up for his lack of lips. He suddenly switches, his metal lips pressing against any part it can reach. His lips are burning hot, small puffs of smoke escaping his nose. “Red, dear, you’re over heating, calm down before you burn me.” You say, patting his cheek. He growls, but still switches. “My apologies, mäuschen.” Blue responds softly, pressing soft kisses against your skin. They’re much gentler than Red or Black’s kisses, cooling your warm skin. “It’s quite alright, blue, no need to apologize.” You assure him.

He suddenly stops, just looking at you, not saying anything. You stare at him for a second, trying to figure out what he wants. “Oh, if you wanted me to kiss you, you could’ve just asked.” You say kissing his cheek. Vrrrch. “Don’t you dare leave me out.” Red growls. He pouts at you until you press a kiss against his lower lip. He blushes, “I can see why humans find this so enjoyable now…” Vrrrch. “Me! Me! Me next!” You laugh and kiss Black’s jagged mouth. Suddenly his long glossa slips out and glides along your cheek. “EWWW, BLITZ, GROSS!” you exclaim, pushing his tongue off your face. He cackles, the glossa slipping back into his mouth.

You wipe off your cheek, suddenly the door opens, Blitzwing jolts up, switching to blue. He quickly goes to the door, his frame blocking the entrance. “What do you want, prime.” He asks coldly. “Sorry, I realize I should’ve knocked… who are you with?” Optimus asks. “A friend.” He answers curtly. Optimus nods. “Okay… well, I wanted to see how well you were settling in.” Optimus says, trying to peek around Blitzwing, Blitzwing just shifts to continue preventing Optimus from seeing into the room. “I am just fine, go recharge.” Blitzwing says, trying to shoo Optimus away. “Well, Ratchet insists on doing a check up on you tomorro-“ before Prime could finish, Blitzwing interrupts with, “No.” and slams the door in Optimus’ face.

“Blitzwing! That was rude!” You scold him as he lays back down. “I was tired of speaking to him.” He says, gently curling around you, his servo tracing your back. “That’s still no way to treat someone.” You continue. He sighs. “Okay, I will apologize in the morning.” He promises, kissing your forehead. “Comfy?” He asks. “Eh, as comfortable as metal can be.” You answer. He thinks for a moment, until suggesting, “You could sleep in my cockpit, if you’d like.” He shifts so he’s lying on his back. “Are you sure?” He opens his cockpit and helps you inside. “Of course, anything to ensure your comfort.” As he closes the cockpit, you curl up on one of the seats, it’s surprisingly very cushy. The soft whirring of his systems lull you to sleep.

As you wake up, you realize you’re no longer in his cockpit, now sprawled out across his chest, one digit stroking your back. “Hmm? Morning, Blitz.” He gently scoops you up and kisses your stomach. “Morning.” He purrs. His cold faceplate helps wake you up. Vrrch. “Wakey wakey.” He coos, poking your face. “Mhm, yeah, yeah.” You sit up, stretching. Vrrch. Red’s warm lips trail your body, kissing any place he can reach. But before he reaches your neck, there’s a knock on the door. His face quickly turns into a scowl. He sets you down and makes his way to the door, roughly opening it. “What!”

Optimus sighs, “It’s time for your check up.” Before Blitzwing can slam the door again, Optimus grabs it. “Are you deaf, Autobot!? We told you no last night. I’m not going to no fraggin’ doctor!” Blitzwing yells. “Are you seriously not going to cooperate?” Optimus asks, trying to keep a gentle tone, but obviously growing more and more frustrated. “I think you know the answer.” Blitzwing shoots him a smug grin before slamming the door. 

Optimus stand outside the door, rubbing his faceplate, before returning to the others. “He won’t cooperate…” Optimus sighs. “I say we just stasis cuff him. He needs his systems checked, I don’t trust whatever whackjob the decepticons have for a medic.” Ratchet speaks up. “Hm… I doubt he’d react well to that.” Prowl points out. “We don’t have much of a choice.” Optimus responds, grabbing the cuffs.

While you’re scolding Blitzwing for his rude behavior, another knock comes from the door. He quickly uses it as a way to escape. Bumblebee is at the door this time. “Hey, Blitzbrain, I need your help real quick.” Blitzwing grumbles but reluctantly follows. “So, what do you need help with, bug?” He says before Optimus sneaks up behind him, cuffing his servos behind his back. Vrrch. “What the- LET ME GO! HEY! WHAT THE FRAG ARE YOU DOING!?” Red yells.

Blitzwing is dragged to the table, screaming. You quickly run out the room. “What are you all doing!?” You yell up at one of the Autobots. Optimus crouches down. “Sorry, we just need to do a check up on your friend, we aren’t going to hurt him.” Though Optimus’ voice is drowned out by Blitzwing screaming in Cybertronian. Ratchet tries to clamp his servo over Blitzwing’s mouth but that quickly led to him getting bit. “Ow! Frag! Fine, you asked for it.” Ratchet grabs a sedative. Blitzwing goes back to screaming bloody murder, but now it’s closer to terror than anger. “NO! NO! PLEASE! I’M SORRY! I’M SOrry…” his voice gets quieter as the sedative kicks in, eventually leaving him unconscious.

[ajtheweirdo]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Wanna read a shitty fanfic written by your’s truly? Well, here we are

[fictionalfreaksineed]

thinking about writing holoform Blitzy because i desperately want to kiss him without worrying about size difference shit

I also want to give him fat tits

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Half Asleep Blitzwing Fanfic

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

You eventually fall asleep, when you wake up, you’re in your room. The window’s wide open and there’s new scratch marks on the paint. Blitzwing must’ve slipped you back inside when you fell asleep. He’s nowhere to be found, you search your property, he must’ve left. Well, if he’s going to make a habit out of staying over, might as well get him something better than just the tarps.

Blitzwing is back at base, it’s his turn to watch Sumdac afterall. “We have a question for you, professor.” He says, approaching the glass prison Isaac Sumdac is being held. “… what is it.” Blitzwing pauses before continuing. “There’s this human we’ve… grown attached to… but we don’t know what to do.” He confesses. “Well, I can guarantee they won’t like you if they knew what you do.” Issac says, trying to be as curt as possible.

You eventually drive back into the city, you assume Sumdac would like new materials. You park outside Sumdac Tower and head inside. The receptionist bot greets you and asks your business. “Hello, I have some metal and parts for Sumdac, if he’s interested.” You explain. The robot replies, “Sorry, Sumdac doesn’t work here anymore, I’ll contact Powell that you have an offer.” You freeze. How did Sumdac lose his job at his own company. Powell eventually comes down. “You must be Powell, I didn’t realize Sumdac quit.” You mention. Powell sighs, “Yes, poor Sumdac, he went missing a bit ago.”

Your heart sinks, missing? You knew him well, he was a nice man, you even met his daughter a few times. “Oh god, I hope he’s ok… I hope Sari’s ok…” you mutter. “Yes, yes, yes, she’s fine. Now, you said you had stuff to sell?” He quickly redirects. 

You leave the tower, he may be an asshole, but at least he paid you.

Suddenly there’s a loud crash nearby, your curiosity wins over your common sense and you go look. There’s the Autobots, and a giant Decepticon, he’s certainly bigger than Blitzwing. Then you notice Blitzwing’s there too, fighting the Autobots. You know you should run, go back home, but your legs refuse to move. You knew he was a Decepticon, but in this moment, he doesn’t look like the kind guy you knew. Suddenly, Blitzwing grabs the smallest Autobot, Bumblebee, and roughly toss him away. But, it happened to be right in your direction.

You shriek and dive out the way of the bot hurtling towards you. Bumblebee roughly lands, tumbling, the metal scraping on the pavement. Blitzwing’s head snaps towards your direction, his optic widening. Before he could do anything, Bulkhead tackles him. Bumblebee eventually gets up. “Hey! You alright?” You nod. “Yeah. What about you? You just got thrown.” He flashes a cocky grin. “Don’t worry about me, I’m tough, you should go before you get squished.” He quickly rejoins the fight.

As you drive back home, your mind races. Blitzwing is your friend, right? You’ve never seen him so angry before, so aggressive, not even Red. You’ve been letting this mech stay with you. You should’ve known better, he’s a Decepticon. You park and get out. You glance at the unfinished shed you were making for Blitzwing. You sigh, but before you can inside, there’s a giant thud behind you. “Y/n…” before you can even think you run inside. “Wait! Maus! Mausi! Please come out…” he pleads. You don’t answer, you don’t want to talk to him right now. “Please, just tell me if you’re ok…” you speak through the door. “I’m fine, just go.” He doesn’t respond, but you hear retreating footsteps and the sound of a jet taking off.

Blitzwing heads back to base, his spark heavy with an unfamiliar emotion. He lands and decides to walk the rest of the way to base. “Great, just great! Our only friend hates us now!” Red growls. Vrrrch. “It was bound to happen, mechs like us aren’t made to be… likeable.” Blue interjects coldly. Vrrrch. “But they liked us! They did! We can win them back, I know we can!” Black interrupts. Vrrch. “I know you’re delusional, but even you have to admit that we were doomed from the start.” He stops walking. Vrrch. “No, the only reason they’re mad at us is because we’re a Decepticon.” Black counters. Vrrrch. “No! No no no. You aren’t suggesting what I think you’re suggesting. We’re a con for a reason, the Autobots would never accept us.” Red mutters, like someone might overhear. Vrrrch. “Y/n had a point, we deserve better! We deserve better than endless abuse, war, at least the Autobots don’t have Megatron…” Black continues. Vrrch. “… I hate to say it, but you have a point… but how will we even convince the Autobots to accept us?” Blue responds. Vrrrch “Easy, we have information they want.” Black smirks.

Blitzwing sneaks back into the city, middle of the night. He exhales, opening his comms, trying to reach the Autobots. “Autobots, meet me at these coordinates, I have a deal to make.” The autobots arrive quickly. “What do you want?” Optimus asks cautiously. “I want to leave the decepticons.” Blitzwing quickly blurts out. The Autobots pause. “how can we trust you?” Optimus asks skeptically. Ratchet scoffs, “You aren’t seriously considering this?!” Blitzwing interrupts, “We know where Issac Sumdac is. I can give you his location if you let us join.”

They eventually lead him back to base. “Hm… it’s… quaint…” Blitzwing says, crouching through the doorway. At least the ceilings are high enough for him. Sari comes rushing out. “Guys- WHAT IS A CON DOING HERE!?” she shrieks. “I’ve come to join the Autobots, little one.” Blitzwing responds calmly. “AND YOU ALL TRUSTED HIM!?” Sari asks, addressing the Autobots now. “He has information on your father, sari.” Optimus answers. Sari pauses, then eventually made it back to her room. Blitzwing looks around, noticing the paintings. Vrrch. “Oooh, these are nice! Where’d ya get them?” Black asks. “I painted them.” Bulkhead answers. “They’re nice, I like the colors.” Blitzwing continues. “Enough about that, where’s Sari’s dad.” Bulkhead demands. Vrrch. “Yes, right, Isaac Sumdac is in the decepticon base, an old abandoned mineshaft in the forest. I can give you the coordinates, if you’d like-“ Blue starts. Bumblebee cuts him off, “Wait! I think I’ve seen it!” 

Ratchet stops Bumblebee from rushing out. “Wait, wait, why doesn’t the con do it? He can get in and out the safest.” Blitzwing freezes, stiff. Sounds like a bad idea, what if Megatron catches him, what if they ‘fix’ him again. “I… don’t think I can do that.” He slowly answers, slowly looking away from the Autobots. “Then we’d have to believe it’s a trap.” Prowl responds. Vrrrch. “HOW DARE YOU ASSUME I’M SETTING YOU ALL UP! DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE KIND OF DANGER IM PUTTING MYSELF IN!?” Red roars. He suddenly stops, hearing the soft patter of footsteps. It’s sari. “Please, Blitzwing… I miss my dad…” her voice is soft, sad, but there’s a hint of hope. Blitzwing sighs and crouches. “Ok, ok, don’t worry kleine. I’ll get him back.” Sari’s face is full of shock, like she expected to be dismissed. Then her whole face lights up, running up and hugging his leg. “Thank you!” Vrrch. Blue gently pats her head. “In the morning, it’ll be easier.”

The Autobots let him stay the night, though it’s out in the living room. He sits against a wall, then Sari sneaks out of her room, dragging a blanket with her. “Ah, hello again, kleine, shouldn’t you be recharging?” Blitzwing greets her. “I couldn’t sleep… can I stay out here with you?” She asks, already plopping down next to him. “If you must.”

The next morning he sneaks out, heading to the scrap yard. When he arrives, he gently taps on the window. The window opens, showing you, the human he’s missed dearly, though you look a little mad. “Y/n… I apologize for… everything.” He softly starts. Your expression softens and you let him continue. “We’ve missed you… and we wanted to tell you that you are our dearest friend. We never meant to scare you.” You sigh, “blitz… you’re hard to stay mad at, y’know that?” Vrrrch. “Wait! Are we friends again!?” Black excitedly asks. “I guess, but no more evil Decepticon stuff, ok?” You respond, a smile appearing on your face. Suddenly he snatches you up, holding you in both servos, nuzzling you. “Ok! Ok! I get it, I missed you too!” You respond, uselessly pushing at his face. He pulls his face away. Vrrrch. “I have to go… I’ll be back soon though… I hope.” Blue murmurs, setting you down.

Blitzwing enters the decepticon base. Megatron’s monologuing, until he notices Blitzwing. “Blitzwing, you’re late…” Blitzwing freezes. “Apologies, my lord.” “Lucky for you, you don’t need to know the plan today. It’s your turn to watch Sumdac.” Megatron says. He nods. Megatron and lugnut eventually clear out. Blitzwing walks over to sumdac’s cell. “Today’s your lucky day, professor.” He says quietly, opening the cell. “What? Why?” Isaac asks, confusion evident on his face. “Well, your daughter is very convincing.” He says, scooping up the human. Blitzwing transforms into a jet, securely keeping Sumdac in the cockpit as he takes off.

Blitzwing lands outside the base and enters. The Autobots rush towards him. “I got him, I got him, it’s ok.” He gently sets Isaac down. Sari immediately tackles Isaac in a hug. After the celebration and checking on Sumdac, the Autobots dissipate into their respective hobbies. Bumblebee’s loudly playing video games, Sari, bulkhead, and Sumdac are together, ect. Blitzwing goes after Optimus. “Wait, wait. Optimus, if I had a human friend, could I bring them around?” He asks. “I don’t see any reason why not, Blitzwing.”

You were working in the scrap yard, suddenly you feel a heavy thump behind you. Before you could turn around you’re scooped up. “Blitz! You need to start warning me!” Your protest seems to go in one audial and out the other as he nuzzles his faceplate against you. You stroke his cheek, “I know, I know, you missed me.” He continues holding you close, mumbling German. “You know I can’t understand you, big guy.” He nods. “I know, I was just saying how much I missed you.” He responds quietly. He pulls his face away before switching to blue. “Ever been in a jet before?” He asks. “Huh? No, why do you a-“ before you can finish, he transforms while holding you. You’re suddenly in his cockpit. You very quickly buckle up and he takes off.

“Open your eyes, liebling.” He quietly suggests once he stops ascending. You do, and it’s right at sunset where the sky is an array of colors. “Wow… it’s gorgeous.” You say breathlessly, patting the interior. “So, Y/n… we’ve known eachother for a bit… tell me more about yourself-” Blue starts. “Any special someones?” Random finishes. You tell him more about yourself, and laugh, “and no, I don’t have a partner.” Blitzwing hums in acknowledgment. “Got your eye on anyone?” He prys. “No, not really.” You respond.

He eventually lands and lets you out, transforming. “Welcome to the Autobot base, my friend.” He says, leading you inside. The Autobots are getting ready for recharge. Ratchet notices you. “Hey! What the- Blitzwing, who told you that you could start bringing people around!?” Vrrrch. Blitzwing steps infront of you, getting in Ratchet’s face. “Prime did, medicbot…” red growls. “Blitzwing, stop that.” You call up. He backs away from ratchet, scooping you up. He scowls at ratchet and walks into his new room. 

It’s quite empty, a berth and a work desk. “Wait, this was just a ploy to cuddle me, wasn’t it.” You say as he lays down on the berth, cupping you in his servos. Vrrch. “Whaaat? Don’t be silly~” black snickers, nuzzling you. He pauses, then asks, “out of curiosity, What would be your dream partner?” You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this quiet before. “Hm, I’m not sure… why are you so interested in my love life all of a sudden?” You ask. Vrrrch. “No reason.” Blue interjects. You smirk. “What about you? Do you have your eyes on anyone?” You tease. He blushes, looking away. “Holy shit, you do!” You exclaim. Vrrrch. “Maybe… but I’m not telling you nothing.” Hothead mutters. “Must be someone real special if it’s making you this flustered.” You continue, patting his cheek. You catch a glimpse of his optics under his visor, they’re partially half lidded, pupils blown wide. You stop, the pieces finally coming together. “It’s me, isn’t it?” Blitzwing’s face blushes bright blue, he immediately backs away, turning the opposite direction.

“Hey, c’mon, don’t just shut down, talk to me.” You say, reaching towards his servo. He pulls it away. Vrrrch. “No… you don’t need to humor me.” He responds coldly. You put your hand on his leg. “Blitz, look at me.” He finally looks at you, you see some sort of liquid welling in the corner of his optic. You gesture for him to lean down and he does. You wipe his optic. “It’s ok, big guy. No need to cry.” You say softly. “Aren’t you disgusted by us?” He asks, his voice shaky. “No, no, of course not, just surprised.” You explain. You gently kiss his nose, you can feel your lips almost stick to the cold metal. His face turns bright blue. “We don’t deserve this, liebling.” He mutters. vrrrch. “BUT I WON’T COMPLAIN, MÄUSCHEN!” Black exclaims, basically bashing his face into you.

[rahuratna]

Kn8 Kiss Headcanons

Featuring: Narumi, Hoshina and Kafka.

(A little something from my drafts, which I adapted 💛😉)

Dividers by: @thecutestgrotto

Narumi

Gen's kisses are harder, close-lipped, at first.

He has never been comfortable with giving others access to the parts of himself that are truly vulnerable.

It takes a few tries before he pauses, drawing away from you, reading your countenance as if he hopes to find some elusive answer there.

He never smiles, but he doesn't need to. The way his arm folds across your shoulder, holding you with insistent strength, is a plaintive, unspoken request for you to remain where you are, to give him this time unreservedly.

Gen never does anything by halves. He tries again, and again, mouth softening gradually against yours, before you're kissing him fully.

He speaks confidence into his own lips, as he always must, authority juxtaposed with heady need, slightly clumsy, only drawing back when you need to take a breath, one hand curving around the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

When he finally pulls away, it's only because he is satisfied with how he's kissed you, that he's given you all he possibly can.

The hope in his eyes is easily hidden, easily bruised.

He is wondering if you want him just as much as he wants you.

Hoshina

His kisses are as unpredictable as a thunderstorm in summer, electric and elusive.

When you least expect it, his lips are brushing the edge of your ear, the tips of your fingers, soft against your bare shoulder when he passes by on quick, light feet.

They are reserved for when you are truly alone.

He can hold them over your head like a leopard dragging its kill into a tree, smiling with knowing charm as he watches you gear up to ask him for what you desire.

He never denies you though, simply toys with you a little, on occasion.

In spite of his playful approach, none of his kisses are anything less than an earnest expression of devotion.

He touches you as if he's about to pull you into an endless dance, his lips firm, sweet, hungry against yours.

You open towards him like a sunflower, for all the gentle, teasing warmth he brings, daylight seeping past the fluttering curtains of your innermost self.

Soshiro's breathing never remains even when he kisses you, and when you part, his eyes are the still, violet depths of a hidden forest lake, filled with a lover's hundred secrets that only you will ever know.

Kafka

He never hesitates.

For each time you separate, and are drawn back together during the course of the day, he has a kiss for you.

They are burning marks of affirmation, on your cheeks, hair, nose, eyelids, forehead.

For your lips, there is only adoration, ardent and rough-edged, taking as much as he gives.

And Kafka gives endlessly, of himself, for you and those he holds dear, and it's most evident when he kisses you.

He always cradles the sides of your face first, hands moving down to your neck, then your waist as he presses his lips to yours.

You both often forget to breathe, sharp exhales breaking you apart as you feel the brimming curve of his smile against you. 

His soft goatee pricks you lightly, calls your hands up to his shoulders as if by instinct, anchoring you as you grow more aware of how tall he is, the breadth of his torso.

Kafka is always the largest, all-encompassing presence in a room, and his kisses feel much the same.

They are an open door to a most trusted sanctuary, simply furnished, its cosy gleam beckoning you in from the cold.

They are an echo of hushed laughter, tangled limbs, breathless whispers of intent.

They stay with you, a most welcome shackle tugging at the corded sinew of your heart, stitching themselves there for as long as you draw breath.