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[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ totally over it! ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous ˚₊ ⊹

ft. apple white (& raven queen) x f! reader — ever after high

╰₊✧ the break-up doesn’t bother her at all anymore, it totally isn’t on her mind twenty-four-seven!┊1.1k words

contains: toxic/unhealthy one-sided relationships, obsessive/possessive behavior but not quite yandere, reader is a rebel & a charming

➤ author's note: toxic yuri, my beloved! ever after high was one of those shows where i had a crush on the girls but it didn’t click that i was sapphic yet T-T

ex girlfriend! apple white who acts like she understands when you end things with her, nodding her head while blinking back tears and agreeing to just stay as friends. her plastic smile is so close to breaking because she truly doesn’t understand it at all when she thought everything was perfect and going wonderfully. she doesn’t want to be the stereotypical ex who throws a tantrum screaming and crying while on her knees sobbing for another chance, but she certainly feels like doing it. has the previous year and a half meant nothing to you? she already had your next anniversary plans in mind all the way up to the next nine years, but all of that shattered in a single sentence. 

ex girlfriend! apple white who manages to keep herself together until she barges into briar and ashlynn’s shared dorm room, throwing herself onto their bed and crying her heart out. she can barely speak coherently between her wailing and sniffles, recounting the events that had just happened with a shaky voice as if she was telling a horror story. she doesn’t get broken up with, she’s apple white, daughter of snow white, and she was so certain you were her prince(ss) charming— why was this happening to her?

ex girlfriend! apple white whose friends sorta saw this coming. as beautiful, benevolent, and dedicated as she can be, there were some fatal flaws that made your relationship bound to fall to pieces. the first and most prevalent being your different views on destiny. despite being a daughter of the charming family, you had never wanted to be a knight or a young royal who was only known for having a nice smile, instead dreaming of living a peaceful life out in a village away from all of that. of course, royals and rebels can usually still be friends or lovers, but when apple is constantly talking about her dreams of living in a palace with you wearing poofy dresses, dainty tiaras, and being adored by crowds of thousands… it was never going to be something that was going to be happily forever after. 

ex girlfriend! apple white who won’t stop awkwardly bringing up how you aren’t girlfriends anymore for the following few weeks or so, just like how she used to bring up how raven didn’t sign the storybook of legends expect a lot more often. she also won’t stop referring to you as her girlfriend, wrapping her arm around yours and then sheepishly giggling that she forgot. it was fine the first few times and you tried your best to be patient, but after a couple dozen times, you’ve grown to be agitated. you’re trying to be nice about it since you really do want to keep her in your life as a friend because she’s a wonderful person, but she’s making it more and more difficult to even be in the same room as her. 

ex girlfriend! apple white who started stalking you obsessively to implement meticulous plans to make you jealous, running into you multiple times throughout the day looking as beautiful as a goddess with people trailing behind her with compliments and asking for her number. she’s pretending she’s fine, doesn’t care, has moved on, and is ready to mingle with other singles. she’s not staying up all night crying and bitterly reminiscing on the moments you previously shared, definitely not! she’s totally over it! 

ex girlfriend! apple white who will flirt with and kiss other girls to prove she’s over you— hell, she’s even been linking arms with daring again despite the fact that he completely fails at making her heart flutter and just makes her look good for appearances. she only does these things in front of you though in an attempt to make you care, the second you turn the corner without sparing a single look while chatting with raven, she sulks and walks off trying to think of her next move.

ex girlfriend! apple white who refuses to tell her mom about the state of your relationship. she knows she’ll figure things out eventually, it’s impossible to do so with how tightly her life is monitored to ensure perfection, but she’s hoping she can put everything back together again before snow white could tell her “i know that girl was trouble!” she still refers to you as her girlfriend whenever her mother calls, making up fake dates and such that happened to prevent suspicion. she feels so guilty lying to the queen, but she’s determined it won’t have to be like that for much longer!

ex girlfriend! apple white who throws a tantrum as soon as she’s out of public when she finds out you and raven queen are dating, spotted sharing a kiss by the lockers before classes started with the news catching on like wildfire throughout the school. whatever happened to the rule of not dating a friend’s ex?! she truly knew nothing of girl code, but that’s probably a product of social isolation as the evil queen’s daughter. raven can’t really be blamed, but the betrayal still feels like a sword in the back.

ex girlfriend! apple white who uses her influence to get information about your current status. blondie is one of her best friends and a bit of a blabbermouth, the gossip queen of the school who knows everything about everyone and is skilled at discovering whether the information is reliable or not. she’ll ask her to take down the article about your new relationship with raven under the guise of how she didn’t want either of you to get hate, but really it’s because she can’t stand seeing that stupid photo of you two together on everyone’s mirrorbook. she’ll also try to hook up with cupid to ask if she could work her magic on making you fall in love with her again, but it’s against her own ethics to break up a happy couple (maybe apple tried to steal her bows and arrows just to find out they don’t work unless you have the divine blood of eros in you after testing them out on some trolls).

ex girlfriend! apple white who is as stubborn as she is beautiful and won’t let up until you’re in her arms again. she’s crazy enough to sabotage what you have with raven, but clever enough to make herself look more like nothing more than an innocent bystander. she’s also popular enough for people to question you directly why you could have possibly broken up with someone as perfect as her while being confused when you claim you don’t need perfection. she’s infinitely creative in thinking of how to win your heart once again, one of her ideas will work one way or another— she just knows it!

request by anonymous

I’m soooo happy to see another eah writer!!! Could I request something that is like Ex! Apple White? I would like to see more toxic WLW in this fandom hahaha, maybe reader is a Charming rebel so that’s why things were ended?

[unicornthots]

the brat to crying, drooling, & begging mess pipeline

[classica-meretrix]

"This Really Turns You On"

pairing: jason dean x fem!reader genre: smut content/warnings: kinda public sex (in a car), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), jd mentioning that murder makes him horny (no one is surprised), use of darling and good girl summary: the car scene, but with a twist

JD tore off his shirt before helping me with mine, tossing it to the back seat. As soon as I was free of the fabric I jumped forward, crashing my lips against his.

I couldn’t see the cop, but I knew he had to have been close behind us. JD pushed me against the seat, forcing his tongue past my lips. He wrapped an arm around my waist, tightening his hold on me as he pulled away just enough to watch out the windows.

“Stay calm,” he whispered in my ear. I could hear the cop outside the car, his voice muffled. He must’ve been radioing someone. JD threaded his hands through my hair, tugging lightly as he returned to peppering feverish kisses along the edge of my mouth.

The cop’s voice got quieter, JD shooting another glance out the windshield.

When he turned back to me, he gave me a small smirk before kissing me again, this time with a kind of hunger he hadn't had before. He pulled me on top of him, holding my hips firmly to his. I pulled back to catch my breath as JD continued down my neck, nipping at my skin.

"God, this really turns you on," I panted, my hands tangled in his hair as he sucked my neck. He bucked his hips in reply, forcing his hard-on to grind against me. "Fuck," I moaned.

He brought one hand up to trace the edge of my bra, placing wet kisses across my chest.

"Get in the back seat." His voice was rough and low, coming out almost pleadingly.

I shuffled off of him, climbing over the seat. He followed quickly, awkwardly falling over the center console. I laughed at his clumsiness, causing a bashful smile to come across his face. I pulled him up to meet my lips, dragging him on top of me.

"We're you this turned on after Heather?" I questioned breathlessly, tugging on his hair to kiss his jawline.

"Yeah," he muttered, rolling his hips against me. I brought my free hand down to tug his jeans open. "Didn't have an excuse to rip your shirt off and make out with you though."

"You don't need one."

He moaned at my comment, helping me push down his jeans. I frantically tugged at his boxers, rushing to get them off. I whined as soon as his cock was free, his pink tip leaking precum.

"Hurry," I moaned, desperate to feel him inside of me.

JD gave me a swift kiss before snaking his hand up my skirt, pushing my panties aside. He lined himself up, dropping his head to my shoulder as he pushed into me. We both moaned at the feeling, my walls stretching around him. Once he bottomed out he took a sharp breath, kissing my collarbone.

"S' tight," he choked out.

I wrapped my legs around him as he began to move, sliding back before roughly pushing into me again.

"Fuck, JD." I clenched around him, attempting to push him farther into me. My walls struggled to take him all, but I needed as much of him as possible. "So big," I whined.

"Good girl," he moaned. "You can take it."

JD bucked into me as I tugged his hair. He brought his lips back to mine, muffling my moans. His tongue delicately pushed against mine, the action much softer than his thrusts.

He trailed kisses down to my chest again, reaching under me to unclasp my bra. As soon as the fabric was discarded, he let out a loud whine, pushing his face into my tits. His thrusts became harder and more erratic.

"JD," I cried, my walls fluttering helplessly around him.

"Fuck, darling." He brought a hand to my clit, rubbing fast circles. My back arched against his chest as I let out a surprised squeak.

"F—faster!" I begged, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. He picked up his pace, fucking me into the seat. I could feel my stomach tightening, warning me of my impending orgasm. He bucked into me, his rhythm wild.

He hit my g spot, pounding into me relentlessly as he sent me over the edge. I arched further into him, screaming his name as I came around his cock.

He was right behind me, shooting hot cum into me as he fucked us through both our orgasms.

He collapsed on top of me, nestling his head into my neck. I loosened my grip on his hair, running my hand down the back of his neck.

"Fuck," I panted.

"You can say that again," he muttered.

[robolvrr]

Hi! I’m 19 just to clarify in case of anything.

Can I request HCS for TFA Optimus and Megatron with a childish human female reader, that basically yaps a lot and is energetic asf?

I was also wondering if you could make a NSFW version too? Tysm☺️🙏💕

hey non! gladly. 🤖

nsfw under the cut.

all charged up! ⊰⁠⊹ฺ⚡

tfa! optimus & megatron headcanons for a childish/energetic reader (fem! human)

"no, don't touch that. wh -- no, don't touch that either! oh, by the allspark, hellooo!"

optimus prime

remember when i said optimus stressed out protecting humanity?

yeah, this was primarily the source of why.

he's always got tons of responsibility placed on his shoulders.

his team, for one, is always managing to get themselves into trouble and while he cares for them deeply, he's gonna start gaining faceplate dents like ratchet.

so when you get fumbled in the crew? he thinks that maybe karma is out to get him from some past transgression.

"can i touch that?"

"no."

"how about.. this!"

"wh-- no. are you trying to lose one of those things?"

"fingers?"

"not the point. it's an axe, not a toy."

he chides you just like everyone else out of love.

if he didn't care (which just isn't in his circuits, is there a rusted piston anywhere in that heroic frame?) he'd let you go wild.

when the threat of death isn't looming though?

finds your characteristics to be rather charming. he is after all familiar with bee and the twins and sari.

you have a strange way of encouraging him to relax, believe it or not. remind him life isn't just work and balancing the universe in his servos.

when he isn't in a mood, he likes to listen to you ramble.

you have a unique perspective. like how you talk to him for hours about how you thought ghosts were real and ask silly questions about his culture like "do you guys eat rocks?"

he goes to you the most to consult about earth.

hyperfixations? he may not understand a lick of yours or just what "my little pony was and how it changed the internet for years to come", but he lets you animatedly describe every thought on every inch of your brain.

let's you sit on his shoulders.

similar to your planet, you've gotten him warmed up to you.

"just how much longer do you plan on prattling, little one?"

megatron

he's mean.

i mean, what do you expect from an galactic warlord?

not to say he doesn't find amusement in the behavior. his lackeys frequently argue and get into ridiculous situations and arguments on a cycles basis.

however, he doesn't like organics. given his predicament, fiending without the power of a frame to push his narratives for so long builds resentment.

at first he finds you an absolute nuisance. you were really a comment away from having shockwave get a hold of you instead.

he's kidnapped you from the autobots because similar to that meddlesome doctors offspring, they clearly hold high regards for you.

you just didn't stop talking.

yes, you got the large glass jar treatment.

yes, he did rattle it once when you asked him if "decepticons sounded like band name."

when he's feeling boredom, he'll demand you try to say anything interesting.

he holds little regard to your feelings. though he does find the need, almost craving, for you to constantly be restless.... somewhat entertaining.

think of how one looks at a mangy mutt. (isn't he a gentlemech?!)

nsfw.

optimus prime

"hahhh.. hff. just h-how long can you keep up this pace, haha!?"

you have the libido of a bunny.

optimus learns the hard way, when you first start to get intimate.

you're eager -- you both are -- but he finds your wandering hands to be almost overwhelming as you just can't keep still.

you ask him lots and lots of questions. how big is he? can you lick his valve? are those fluids toxic? do you need to get protection?

his helm is hot to the touch. he ends up putting his digit in your mouth as a distraction.

interfacing with you is never slow. it's why he has to concentrate every control filter to not slamming into you when you claw at his array and whine at him to stop being a bully.

he's about to correct you but of course, you're talking. his audials are close to setting on fire.

you shove yourself on his spike and he bites his dermas hard, because you're just so eager and he's way too big. just the tip is enough to create a bulge at your mound and suddenly, his intake feels very, very dry.

you're so talkative. too talkative.

"ha... mmn! your spike is so, so good! i-i can't believe i'm doing this! sex with a giant. ahn! robot!!! this is the best day of my life!"

his optics are burning and bright. your excitement drips down his shaft.

when the compliments get to be too much, he ends up grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind you, bouncing your body against his hips.

he silences you a lot with kisses. not out of annoyance (though sometimes you do get too loud and he's not trying to risk waking up the entire base), but because you fluster him so damn bad.

when he overloads and you're squealing, he lifts you up just to see the sticky transfluid roll down your ankles.

".... another round?"

"another!?"

megatron

"not so chatty now, are you little one?"

megatron's cruelty does not stop at the berthroom.

his way of dealing with your nonstop buzzing? is to simply frag it out of you.

it's painfully indulgent. you're the size of nothing compared to him, a behemoth of a being outside your comprehension. he treats you like a sleeve.

you ask the stupid notion if maybe he needed to get his frustration out in a more "fun" way.

then maybe he wouldn't be so gloomy all the time!

the look he gives is terrifying. that smile isn't helping either....

all that energy and innocent glee? he plans on putting to good use.

now, he finds your cherub nature enchanting. how you whine and chirp out silly protests, huffing how he's just a "big, bad meanie" and you were gonna "make him regret it, so help it!"

"yesss, yesss. cry harder, little human."

takes you from behind so he can stick a single digit in the pocket of your cheek. you loll your tongue out in a way he finds appealing and stupid.

when you go on rambles amidst his planning, primarily when you are bored and lonely, don't be surprised if he opens his panels at your chin and pops it in between your lips.

"am... i... ffff.. a-am i gonna get pregnant with your little ro--"

"don't finish that imbecilic question unless you want this to be the last time, girl."

megatron's human concubine. there's a first time in history for everything, after all.

deep down? he doesn't want you to change a bit. he rather likes breaking you down.

[robolvrr]

iron throne. ✧✷✯

starscream x gn! human reader

two souls collide. starscream treats you in ways you should hate.

warnings: explicit. degradation. dom/sub dynamics.

you don't know how you keep ending up in this position.

this uncomfortable, delicious and desperate position. you are a speck in the universe. a nudge and ghostly apparition to beings that walk among your kind and loom over the world like gods.

you aren't anything to him. he claims that plenty.

so again - just why are you here?

"please, please-", a nasty gurgle of spit mixed to a whine, the pleas end when polished digits pinch your tongue. instead, you squeak, trying not to move as the confines of flexibility start to burn.

the other large, slender hand, metal and enclosed like an iron fist, grips the hair at your scalp. it exposes your throat in a disgusting way that makes every gulp visible.

it should not make your stomach flip, nor should the sneer proud on his handsome face.

"please what? please go faster? harder? stop altogether? i grow tired of your kind. as if any of your demands hold importance."

every word is a punch. a blow, internal, as he shoves the apparatus between his legs crudely into you. he has the option to lubricate, though chooses not to.

because he knows you're filthy. he knows your flesh, velvet holes do that all on their own and that you are always needy, even if it means some sting with the stretch.

still pinching the pink of your lolling tongue, he thinks he hears a muffled admittance of hatred. of course, that just means he goes a little deeper.

you shudder. he spits on you. it shouldn't feel good.

"you know, when my master takes over this shoddy rock. and our flags fly high in the skies - i will take you. you'll be mine. on my throne. in my lap, every morn, every evening. i used to wonder just what humanity could provide."

he's being awful. you know he's steadied his vocalizer, not giving the grunts, ragged huffs and downright out of character whines because you messed up earlier. you are missing out on how he begs when you really rile him up.

the moment he lets both of his servos grapple your body, you practically sob.

"s-starscream! please, please, i wanna. please tell me i'm still yours. i promise to not misbehave!"

he watches you like a hawk. your predatory bird. your shining demon in chrome and crimson.

does his spark stutter? surely not. instead, he smacks your behind hard that the bruise blooms swiftly. a yowl forces sniveling shrieks to sputter.

in a way, this is therapeutic for him. he despises organics, even though he likes to see the flighty beings cascade and dip in sunsets, sit in the silence of caverns where his pedes don't sink and get dirt on his plating.

lazily, starscream regards the dulcet mewl of his designation. of course. always clawing for attention.

like looking in a mirror.

so, he indulged. his spike finds a spot you've never played with and you keen, beautiful pearls of tears smearing down your cheeks.

intrigued, he uses his handle on your hips to use your entire weight to slam down on him, leaving you breathless and drooling.

disgusting. disgusting, disgusting, oh he should kill you now. squeeze you until you pop.

you'd beg for it too. degenerate.

"say it."

thoughts jump around, fumbling for the right response. it's impossible. he's glaring, hot and brutal. he won't let your nasty hands grab at his chassis. his wings are marvelous.

he tastes your sweat.

"lord. lord starscream. i.. i am yours, my liege."

"h... again."

"i'myours! all.. guh, ah, ahhnnn, yours! my liege! i'm gonna.. so close—"

he doesn't stop. he goes rougher and you know you'll be dizzy, passed out by the time he releases.

it won't be any time soon. not with how he bares his teeth, ready to tear you apart.

robolvrr 2024.

winkwonk. very hornee thoughts on the dash.

[rodimushole]

i just need to see rodimus fucked beyond belief. ruin his pussy. some giant bot like magnus or optimus or megatron or maybe just a fucking machine with a particularly big dildo i dont care, i just wanna see rodimus railed until all he can do is twitch uselessly.

his tummy should bulge out with how big it is. it spreads his little valve so wide he can't help but squeak out "oh fuck" and "it's not gonna fit" and "it's gonna break me" when it starts pushing in. his optics roll back and he keeps squeaking and gasping and trying so hard to relax his valve so it can actually fit inside. when whoever's fucking him bottoms out he can't even think for a solid minute straight. his vision goes out, it's pressing against his ceiling node so hard and it hurts so good. when they actually start moving he can only gasp and whine uselessly.

he should be fucked hard. pound him into the bed. every node in his valve lights up and he's screaming at how much it is. it feels like it's in his throat it's so big.

he should cum so hard he blacks out and wakes up cumming again, still being fucked so hard he can't think. rail him through a dozen orgasms until he's squirting nonstop around the gigantic cock inside him, gushing with every thrust, legs hanging uselessly. he can only twitch and gurgle out moans through drool as he's mercilessly mating pressed. he's never felt anything so intense and good before and he can hardly process it, fucked into cumming again and again and again.

just a wet, harsh slap slap slap of the other mech's hips hitting his soaked pussy again and again. he's so wet every thrust squelches, pushing out more squirt and lubricants. his pussy just feels so good, he can't help but babble and beg for more, to be fucked until he passes out from cumming so much and so hard

[menalite]

☆

[superhoeva]

inexperienced!simon also has chunky glasses he has to wear when he's not wearing his contacts. ones he's replaced at least twice after accidentally breaking them with his thick fingers. ones that you steal from his face while making out. ones that he has to keep pushing up from his nose each time he looks down at you while you're sucking him off.

"c-can you do that' thing again? to, uh... t'my balls, with your tongue? feels nice 'n i don't feel like 'm gonna blow one right awa–oh. oh, yeah. yeah, yeah. that," simon blinks hard with a parted mouth before dipping his chin and reaching to hold his cock for you.

he gulps, shoving his glasses up again with a clumsy finger, accidentally gasping when you guzzle his sack all the way into your mouth and glide the flat of your tongue between a sweet pattern of tender suckles.

"fuck, i love you," simon stutters, not hearing what he's said, voice shaking the same as his thighs. if you keep up like this, drooling and sucking on him, similar to how you did the ice lolly he surprised you with earlier, he'll need to sit down soon. very soon.

[blackkat15]

old meme I made ages ago

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

I’m thinking something with starscream!? Like smut with a dom starscream and sub reader where he bends her over and overstimulates her pls🙏

Bro did you shoot like some CIA brainwave thingy at me because the night before I had a dream about Starscream and today I’ve been thinking about him all day. Poorest meow meow, most evil loser, fucked up princess

Starscream x Reader, AFAB gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous, overstimulation, g/t, brat taming, finger fucking, slight breeding kink, degradation

Starscream wasn’t known for his patience. He constantly jumped on every opportunity to overthrow Megatron that came his way but somehow Starscream managed so be methodical.

Impatient and methodical.

Maybe more so impulsive and methodical.

He jumps in leaps and bounds to conclusions, always the worst ones. Starscream wasn’t the easiest to get along with by any means yet here you were always by his side. Soft little human form perched atop his shoulder and hugging his helm. Tiny, flesh fingers dancing over his wings as he allowed himself to rest into a recharge state. You were his and Starscream made that very clear.

“Too big!” You cried drool dripping from your mouth and onto Starscream’s desk. Your ass was propped up over Starscream’s arm in the air while your lower body was slumped against the cool metal of his personal desk. His other servo was busy pushing two of his digits into your wet hole.

“I’ve seen you take larger,” Starscream said smugly. “You have no business complaining about taking two of my fingers.”

You moaned as he scissored your hole open. You managed to take his digits down to the second joint and covered them in your dripping arousal. “I can’t believe how greedy you are,” Starscream scolded as he set a brutal pace fucking his fingers into you hard enough to push your body forward. “Speaking to Thundercracker like that,” Starscream huffed as you moaned out for him pathetically. “Is your human valve really so desperate to be filled you’d take any Cybertronian spike that came your way?”

You shook your head desperately. “No! No I only need yours!” Tears welled up in your eyes at the feeling of having your poor pussy brutalized by Starscream’s fingers. “Hm,” Starscream stopped pulverizing your sweet hole for a second to think. “I don’t believe you.” He added a third finger giving you no time to adjust as he returned to his previous pace.

“Please! I only want you!” You wailed feeling your wetness leaking around where his fingers plugged you. “Please!”

Starscream smirked at your reaction reveling in your pathetic form. “Prove it.”

He pulled his servo away from your body taking his fingers out of your slick hole with a schlick. Starscream brought his digits to his intake cleaning off your arousal with his glossa.

You panted watching him over your shoulder. His lascivious display did nothing to help you catch your breath. You turned your body over so you were on your back propping yourself up on your elbows with your legs spread.

Starscream simply sat back in his chair with a smirk plastered on his stupid, handsome face. You pouted at your lover completely furious with how smug he could be.

“Don’t tell me you’re already scared?” Starscream teased releasing his modesty plate with a hiss. His spike sprung to life slapping against his abdomen. You tried your best not to melt at the sight of his fully erect cock and kept your grimace firmly in place.

Starscream gave a firm stroke of his spike before frowning down at you. “I don’t think you want to learn what I do with brats,” he warned with a scowl.

“Takes one to know one,” you snap back with an all too proud smile.

You felt the air shift for the worse as Starscream’s turbines whirled loudly. He pounced slamming his hand down to grab you as you skittered backwards like a crab. “I shouldn’t have to put up with this attitude,” Starscream growled grabbing you around your waist. You shrieked at the sudden motion of being brought to Starscream’s lap.

His spike throbbed between your thighs as the tip beaded transfluid against your chest.

“I generously let you lay on my berth,” Starscream started as he pulled your body upwards so your cunt dragged along his spike. “I amuse your little human antics.” He pushed the tip of his spike against your clit letting his transfluid lubricate down your vulva. “And you still continue to behave like a brat!” Starscream reeled his hips back then pushed forwards stuffing the head of his spike inside of your hole.

You grabbed onto his wrists as your whole face scrunched up in pain. “I think for once I’m going to take what I want from this little organic valve,” Starscream purred with a sharp thrust. You cried out his name pressing the bottom of your feet against his thigh plating. “Such a lovely little hole to fuck,” Starscream said punctuating the last word with a deep rolling thrust.

He kept a steady rhythm using you like a toy. Your cries and squirming only did more to excite him. Your hole felt raw from his fingers previously abusing it and now his spike stretching you to your limit. Tears streamed down your face as you babbled out praises and cries of pain. Starscream seemed all too pleased with how you writhed against his spike. Your squishy body so tender in his servo he could crush you like a bug. The way you gushed and squeezed around his spike made his cooling fans sputter in bliss.

“Say it,” Starscream barked stilling his thrusts. You cried out in protest at him ceasing his movement. “Say that you’re my hole to overload in.”

You whine in embarrassment and softly repeat what he had said.

Starscream pinched your clit harshly earning a cry of pain from you. “Don’t test me, human,” Starscream growled. “Try again and be louder this time.”

“I’m your hole to overload in,” you said breathlessly. Starscream huffed still not satisfied. He flicked at your sensitive pussy making you yelp.

“I’m your hole to overload in!” Your voice rang out.

Satisfied with your display of submission, Starscream grabbed you around your waist and lifted your body up and down his spike. You went limp in his servo having every ounce of your being controlled by Starscream’s drive to cum in you. “I want you to thank me for interfacing with this filthy organic valve,” Starscream spat.

“Thank you Starscream!” You cried feeling yourself pushed far past your limits.

“Unlike you,” Starscream started with a grunt. “I don’t go around taking whatever spike comes my way.”

“I don’t-“

“Shut up,” Starscream barked. “As I was saying, I don’t just interface with anyone so you better feel special to even brush up against my interface panel.”

You nod giving breathless thanks to your lover. Starscream smirked all too satisfied with his fuck toy.

His spike twitched and writhed inside of your gripping cunt. The wet noises produced by your conjoined bodies mingled with your croaking thanks to have your pussy used by your lover made Starscream dizzy with lust. “I’m surprised how you managed to stay so tight,” Starscream hissed. He could feel his release crawling its way through his circuits. “With such a floozy lifestyle I was sure you’d be gaping for any spike that came your way.”

You cried out apologies and continued raining your gratitude onto Starscream. “I don’t want any spike but yours!” You cried feeling your lower body throb in ecstasy.

Starscream swore under his breath trying not to let his hips falter. His little human so beautifully submissive in his grasp. He could be as mean as he wanted to you and still control how you clench your thighs in arousal. “Tell me what you need,” Starscream panted his thrusts becoming erratic.

“Fill me,” you panted squirming in his iron grip. “Please! Fill me with your transfluid!”

Starscream whined your name pushing his spike into you frantically. His optics were squeezed shut as he sneered in pleasure. Your velvet walls were gripping him trying to milk him dry as transfluid spilled from his needy spike. Your combined juices leaked around where he plugged your hole. Starscream’s frantic thrusting didn’t cease until his lower body was shaking. You only shivered and groaned in delight at being so full. You could feel your womb stretching to accommodate the load your lover delivered deep into you.

Starscream’s fans blared in the silence of the room. His tired optics trained on your sweaty body. “My love,” Starscream panted giving you another thrust that made you cry. “Don’t act like I’m finished taking what I want from you just yet.”

[fridaysmind]

Starscream x TF! Reader who had been seducing him for so long.

yesterday, while getting ready for bed, I saw a TikTok from orcakayang or pixiv, and basically, I couldn't sleep. I did it with one hand, too, girl. 18+, NSFW, Transformer reader, femme reader, slightly dubious consent, slurs. English is not my native language.

When something resembling a squeak escapes your lips, Starscream smiles almost maliciously, continuing to press his fingers between your thighs and enjoying his power over this body. Alternating soft, sliding touches with firm, rubbing movements, making your knees buckle. Continuing to rub with his palm, the scarlet mech leans over your neck, blows hot air from the ventilation onto it, and presses against it with open lips, first sucking, then sinking his teeth into the cables, as if he wanted not to fuck you, but to drink your energon and leave you right there, in the empty cold corridor, which, as the seeker thought, was just perfect for seducing subordinates.

How did it come to this? Well, how explain it…

Yes, you were flirtatious, very flirtatious, there were hints with overtly suggestive undertones, there were poses while you were all sitting together in a meeting, so subtle, yet thought-provoking. But it's just a game, just jokes, isn't it? Who knew that a barely noticeable touch on the tip of his wing and a sweet whisper of “My lord” would provoke such a vivid reaction? You should have refused, left quickly, simply because you weren't even dating to allow something like that, and things like that… aren't right, are they? But the seeker savors your neck with such delight, like a hungry newborn clinging to its mother's breast, that your hand instinctively strokes the back of his helmet.

“I think we should get to know each other better. I'm not really who I seem to be.”

The front fangs dug into your neck again, this time more painfully, covering your mouth and silencing any objections. The mech moved away from your thin neck to get closer to your audiosensor, stretching and breaking a long thread of saliva.

“You want to deny yourself the pleasures that only I can give you? How delightfully futile,” he whispers, a little hoarsely, and you can't quite tell from his smell or intonation whether he's drunk. “No. It's so uncomfortable here.”

The red mech lifts you up as if you weigh nothing, and you gasp with surprise. Clasping your hips in a tight embrace, he strides decisively toward his quarters.

The Seeker almost throws you onto the bed, and his short, sharp claws run from your chest plates to your abdomen, leaving barely noticeable scratch marks. The Seeker smirks at something, his fleeting thoughts, but even this smirk seems extremely erotic and sinful to you, and it's as if a tap has been turned on in your lower stomach, because moisture runs from the valve, oozing through the joints of the armor.

Starscream knelt in front of his sleeping place and spread your lower limbs apart with one movement, exposing the wet streaks on the inside of your thighs under the light of the ceiling lamps. How charming, just now you were talking about yourself as if you were an innocent little lamb, as if you hadn't seduced him for long cycles on end, but in reality you are still a dirty slut. Liar, what a stupid, beautiful liar you are…

You haven't seen him from this angle before, and oh, what a pity that is, because Starscream looks gorgeous between your thighs, like a perfectly fitting piece of a puzzle. Your optics meet sharply and you feel a rush of heat from the way his gaze is full of confidence and irresistibility. You struggle, struggle with yourself, forcing not to show your embarrassment and smile, not to look away. Starscream stares between your peds again and with a quick movement, effortlessly, tears off the groin plate. Get it fixed at the medic, this isn't a date.

The hot valve collided with the coolness of the seeker's bedroom, and the soft metal around the entrance contracted from the temperature difference. Only two studying slits remain of Starscream's bright red optics. Without warning, his middle finger enters its full length, the base pressing against the ring of the small hole with a squelching sound, causing your knees to tremble.

“Actually, you need to take it step by step and-”

“Why?” he interrupted you. “You're already wet from a couple of touches, like a dependent whore.” You don't even need to be prepared, your valve would swallow my entire spike without effort." The seeker's words are accompanied by the slurping sound of his finger moving back and forth. You look into each other's optics as he caresses your soft walls, causing them to constrict.

“I don't sleep with anyone.''

“That's not necessary. Being a whore is a state of mind, not always a direct act."

“But I'm not-"

“We both know you're lying.”

Starscream now plunged two fingers inside you, bending them in just the right way and stroking the sensitive bump on the inside. You don't run away, you don't break free, you just press your fingers to your mouth to keep from moaning, and that only says more about you. Your legs are spread wide, invitingly, and who is Starscream to refuse such a kind invitation?

He slides deep inside and back out, his thumb finding the bump on the outside, caressing it from both sides at once. In your mind, there were doubts, indignation at his unceremonious behavior, but you were the one who started it all, weren't you? And isn't it pleasant? With each of his caressing movements, the walls contract, and warmth spreads in waves from the bottom to the spark itself. You want to lie on your back, just let him take over…

You are perfect for this role. Yes, this is definitely the right decision. As soon as you decided to play this game with him, Starscream was already thinking about future possibilities, and you are perfect for it. His personal assistant in maintaining his emotional state, his heating pad for his spike, his sex doll, his toy. You seem to have been created for this very purpose and never even suspected it for a single day of your life. You are powerless to refuse, you are powerless to resist him, and he, in turn, will give you a reboot, and not just one, in gratitude.

You cum when he's already stretched you with three fingers, sobbing and squeezing your thighs, clutching his hand. Starscream gets up, licking a couple of drops of your fluid off his claws. When the waves of rebooting subside, you try to get up, but, taking you by the chin, the seeker presses the tip of your nose against his own groin plates, so hot they could fry something.

“You'll be kind enough to repay me properly, won't you? After all, this mess is on your conscience.”

You want to refuse, but his optics are narrowed predatorily, burning through you with his gaze, now from top to bottom, through and through. When you hear the sound of the plates moving, your mouth is already open.

Want me to write something just for you? Don't be shy about asking.

[anzufan420]

OMG THERES SO MUCH ART IVE FORGOTTEN TO POST ON HERE. I’ll save the rest for a later post

[dragqueenstarscream]

That twiggy fucker absolutely has a voice kink, especially for Optimus. He loves phone sex (comm sex?), and it's his favorite thing to do when Optimus is away. Optimus loves fucking him in front of a mirror, watching him gasp and moan and beg for more while whispering into his audial about how beautiful he looks, how he wishes he could chain Starscream to his birth and keep him split open on his spike for days just to see his pretty face. He means every word of it, but just saying it out loud is enough to have Starscream squirming and nearly overloading on the spot.

oh starscream would absolutely have a voice kink. (totally not me projecting onto him again.) i can see him comming optimus while he's alone on the harbinger, fucking himself with a toy, whining about how it's not as big as optimus, and optimus purrs into his audial about how beautiful he sounds, how he can't wait to see him again so he can really make him scream.

and yessss! MIRROR SEX! MIRROR SEX! optimus making starscream watch as his spike slides in and out of his puffy valve, practically growling all of his filthiest fantasies into starscream's audial. it's too much for starscream and nearly makes him overload from the sight of his reflection alone

[nuefass]

eye contact, amirite

[nuefass]

starscream getting his pussy flogged and his clit does those cute tiny bounces every time it gets spanked -

[valacre]

The intense eyes, the glistening lips, the red blood on his face, the blue fog that surrounds him… Goodness gracious, I knew I needed to screenshot this the moment I first saw the episode, because I refuse to believe that it is only I that sees him as incredibly beautiful here.

Imagine this: He’s conflicted yet so incredibly ticked at how things have turned out this way. You tried to escape but it’d been such a pathetic display it’d at first made him laugh even as his eyes had glared with burning fury, but now he is no longer laughing; just watching as you weep atop the ice; curled into yourself as the deep gashes on your outer thigh burned in pain. Your hot blood remains on his lips, not yet licked off. He’s too busy watching you; trying to understand the strangeness within him. He cannot experience the full range of human emotions, but he knows of them; understands them from an outside point of view, and the closest he comes to affection – to love – is that of unbridled obsession.

He is angry that you tried to sprint past the border of his cage; angry because you made him afraid. For a split second, he’d felt fear of losing you to somewhere he couldn’t go and it’d made him lash out, momentarily forgetting how ridiculously fragile you are. He doesn’t regret the pain he’s inflicted. He doesn’t feel sorrow for making you afraid of him; for making you cry. There is only the ache within him, one that feels so similar to his endless hunger, but so different all the same.

He hates it.

In a way, he hates you too, but not enough to kill you. No, never kill you. He will lick the wounds he’s given, wipe away the tears on your face, smile as you shudder from the eerie gentleness of his touch, and laugh as you despair; knowing you will never escape him.

[wibblewobblepop]

Sub!Starscream x Cybertronian!Reader HCs

Freaky MDNI

The little hamster in my brain won’t stop running on its wheel so I’m gonna just spill it out. :p

Starscream likes his wings being pulled. He wouldn’t dare admit it. Not on his dead frame. He would rather eat his own T-cog than say he needs to be manhandled.

But he needs it.

He needs his partner to curl their digits around his wings joints. He needs his partner to squeeze and knead his plates. He needs his partner to fondle and spread them out to their full span. He needs them to be pulled. It just drives him up the wall. I believe to the point he does it to himself when self servicing.

He could be three digits deep into his valve components and spreading himself out, while simultaneously reaching back to give soft tugs at his sensitive wing joints. He’d be hissing and gritting his dentae while throwing his helm back all while gripping his own hinge with an iron grip.

That brings up the question. What about his alt mode?

While possibly on a mission and he just so happens to be resting in his alt-mode, and you approach? If you lay on digit on his wing base he would curl into himself. Wouldn’t show it, maybe not even acknowledge you.. but his tanks are churning with butterflies as you drag a pad across the seams of his wings. That would guarantee you a one way trip to the berth room for perhaps a gentle preening, or a rough and sensual pulling.

Thanks @therobotsarestuckinmyhead for making me suck up my doubts and being my twin fr