#me: say no more

[spaciebabie]

@paper-lilypie give me my corn chip

a la this post where i just freaked out in the tags. go reblog ops post right now.

glamrock freddy is hot. i stand by this and have stood by this for a year now. he was the first animatronic from security breach i crushed on for a reason

#fnaf #glamrock freddy #shitpost #video #LOUD #ITS LOUD #flashing #LOWER YOUR VOLUME IM SCREAMING THIS ISNT A JOKE #THIS TOOK ME ALL DAY FUCKS SAKE #WOULDNT HAVE TAKEN AS LONG IF IT WASNT CHRISTMAS #lily: make a shitpost- #me: say no more #what i dont think you understand is that i actually say my tags in real life as i type them #im going 2 bed #tagging this as a singing post b/c i do it i just dont do it well #spacie sings #oh hey i forgot a tag #security breach #spacie scribbles

[peggingprowl]

A gift for @cmofirstaid! Hope you enjoy this as much as do <3

A Helping Hand

Summary: First Aid has been daydreaming about you and your touch. When you walk in on him, you decide to give him a bit of a helping hand.

Tags: oral sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, x reader, bot!reader, 1300~ words

First Aid bites his lips, stifling a whimper as he drags his servo along his spike. He slowly pumps it, taking his time to feel the texture of his biolights and ridges— all the while imagining it was your servos touching him.

The idea makes him whimper again. Frag. Would you tease him like this, slowly dragging your servo along his spike? Or perhaps you'd like to play with the slit on top, wringing out droplets of transfluid that you'd lick up.

"Ah, fragging Primus—" he moans, gripping his spike hard as he staves off an overload. He didn't want this to be over so quick—

"Need a hand?"

First Aid startles, squeaking in surprise as his facemask slams shut instinctively. Primus above, he wasn't actually expecting you to show up. He knew doing this in his office was a risk, anyone could walk in, but you? Of all mechs? He feels mortified, but his spike still twitches in his servo, betraying is arousal.

"I-I. It's. Frag me. I wasn't expecting any— Haven't you heard of knocking?!" he sputters, still painfully hard and exposed. He knew he should've gone with his valve, he could've closed his panel then, nevermind the inevitable mess!

"Oh, I did. You didn't answer, so I got a bit worried. Color me surprised to see this delicious sight," you purr, "You never did answer, Aid. Do you want a hand?"

He sputters for a moment, processor whirling as he tries to understand that curveball that just slammed into him face first. He's not sure that this isn't a wild processor dream, and he runs a quick diagnostic to make sure.

Yep. He's awake.

He watches you take a step forward. "C'mon now, show me that handsome face again," you crone, reaching a servo out.

He lets his faceplate slide back with a soft clink, mesmerized by your optics. Ever so slowly, you lean in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. He whines slightly, optics flickering behind his visor as you pull him deeper. He opens his mouth against your insistent glossa, the kiss quickly morphing into something more messy and desperate. Clearly you had been wanting this as much as he has— the thought makes him dizzy.

"Please," he begs breathlessly against your lips, his own grip upon his spike slacken.

Who are you to deny him?

You pull away, his lips swollen and flush from your kisses. How pretty, he looks. Kneeling down in front of him, you pull his slackened servo away from his straining spike and replace with your own.

First Aid's vocalizer hitches the slight touch, hips bucking up. You tut, swirling a finger around the pre-fluid already decorating his spike.

"Look at you, so desperate for my touch. Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you."

And with that, you begin to languidly pump, eagerly watching him for his reactions. You drink in the sighs and twitches and moans as he falls apart under your talented fingers. His servos grasp hard at the chair's arms as you drip a finger into his slit, his head tossing back as he loudly moans.

"That's it baby, make all those pretty noises. Let me know how much you're loving this."

"Ah, Hng— F-frag, please!" He whines, writhing under your touch. Broken moans laced with static pour out of him.

You lean in, taking the tip of his spike inside your mouth.

"AH—!" He cries out, delirious with pleasure. You hum around his spike, savoring the sweet flavor of his transfluid. Swirling your glossa around, you tease at the nodes lining the head, before dipping down into his slit.

He babbles broken pleas above you, and you feel copious amounts of pre-fluid leak from your actions. Seems like you found a sensitive spot. Good to know.

You double down, wanting to pull more of those wonderful sounds out of First Aid. He does not disappoint.

He wails in pleasure as you descend further down his spike, servo pumping in time.

First Aid doesn't know how much more of this he can take— he feels his overload approaching fast.

"I-I'm-! Frag— ah! I'm close!" He chokes out. You hum around his spike, delighted.

He convulses, moaning loudly as overload washes over him. He unloads a gush of transfluid down your throat— and you continue to suck and pump, eager to milk every last drop from him.

His spike gives another few twitches under your ministrations. He moans lowly, panting as he recovers.

You still don't stop.

He shifts under you, whining slightly. And then louder. You still continue.

First Aid thought you were done after he came, but evidently you were not. His vocalizer hitches as you prod his slit with your glossa again.

"Wha— what?" he stutters weakly, head lolling.

You pull off slightly, still slowly pumping away. "I'm not done yet, baby. Just hang on a little more. I know you can handle it. Let me hear you," you murmur.

First Aid only nods, mouth wide open as he pants, charge begining to simmer once more. He loses himself in the swirl of your glossa, letting you bring him back up to that peak once again.

Another hard suck and swirl, and he breaks, moaning weakly as his second overload crashes over him, transfluid bursting once more into your awaiting mouth.

With a slow pop, you pull away

"Good boy," you grin. His spent spike twitches at the compliment.

You give him a moment to recover, his fans blasting after the two back-to-back overloads.

You weren't done with him yet.

With a gentle servo, you tap on his valve panel.

"Huh—?" he says, picking his head up to glace down at you.

You grin up at him."Baby, I said I take care of you. I've treated your spike, but I have yet to see your valve. Open up? Please?"

First Aid contemplates it for a moment. Hng. He just had the best blowjob of his Primus damned life. That glossa on his valve? Would probably kill him. But what a way to go.

His panel slides open, a silent invitation.

His valve is absolutely drenched in lubricant from his past two overloads. The plush white folds gleam, highlighted by his pulsing red nodes. You lick a stripe along one side, gathering that delicious lubricant, letting put a pleased hum as he twitches under you.

You delve into his swollen folds, spurred on by the gasps and moans he gives. Digging your glossa inside of him, you trace every nook and cranny you can reach. Your servos grip tightly upon his thighs, stabilizing yourself. You flick your tongue to his bright node, swirling around it before gently sucking.

A loud, broken wail escapes First Aid. It was so much. He bucks his hips at the overstimulation, it was still so soon after his previous two overloads— and yet a other was coming at him like a freight train.

Another suck to his node. First Aid feels tears gathering in his optics. Frag. He's so close.

He lets out a sob as you continue, your vice-like grip not letting him pull away from the onslaught of your glossa upon his folds. Tears trickle down his cheeks, mixing with the drool that clings to his messy, flushed face. He grinds down, chasing the overwhelming pleasure.

First Aid tosses his head back, spasming as overload once more overtakes him. An absolute flood of lubricant squirts out of him, drenching your face and his thighs as he cries and whines, mouth agape.

You pull away, futilely wiping your face as he crumples into his chair.

....He's probably going to need a new chair. This one is absolutely soaked in his transfluid and lubricants.

Standing up, you cradle his limp head with your servo, giving him a gentle kiss. His mouth still open, he whimpers at the taste of his own lubricants.

"Good job, baby," you whisper, "Let me know if you ever need another hand."

#cookie writes #valveplug #first aid transformers #x reader #dacryphilia #CMOFA: man i sure wish there were some x reader fics where you catch FA in the act and then you help him #me: say no more #ENJOY!!!!

[amban-rifle]

...a girl can dream.

Chapter 18: The Mines of Mandalore

#din: perhaps it is time for us to live in the light once again #me: say no more #don't worry babe I got u :* #I'm on a mission now #why is this show so dark #why is this show about bo-katan now #this wasn't part of the deal #give us the hot dad & green baby adventures #the mandalorian #themandalorianedit #themandaloriandaily #star wars #starwarsblr #starwarsedit #starwarsdaily #din djarin #my:gifs

[somuchbetterthanthat]

JONELIAS WEEK IS HERE!!!!!! Day 1 - Vampires / Self-destruction A small ficlet to complement the beautiful stunning art from @kalgalen

Day 1 - Self-destruction / Vampires 

Without his weapons, Jon feels naked. His hands itch for them as he follows Jonah to the bedroom, all too aware that his host can hear the fear pulsing at his throat, his heart racing in his chest, so loud that it fills all the quiet, solemn silence between them. He wishes that Jonah had lost it immediately, that he’d pushed Jon against a wall and sucked him dry before Jon could even formulate why he was here, when he should have fled London a week ago.

But Jonah’s too old a vampire to be so thoughtless, and too much of an arse to let Jon have this one kindness. Jon wonders what he would do if he attacked him anyway — there are ways to kill vampires bare-hands, if you’re competent enough and Jon… God, Jon is competent. He was not even nine when he got rid of his first vampire. 

He could kill Jonah. Instead, he’s going to let Jonah kill him. 

The bedroom is softly lit, and Jonah’s hand brush for the first time against Jon’s wrist. Jon startles, skin burning under the gentle and icy touch, but he lets Jonah grab him, lets him pull them both to the couch in the corner, near the fireplace, until Jon is half-sitting on Jonah’s lap, now too close to ignore the unmoving torso against his, its unnatural coldness, and the hint of sharpness in Jonah’s thoughtful smile. 

“I could keep you as a thrall for a few decades first, if that reassures you,” he murmurs at last, fingers dancing at the edge of Jon’s throat.

Jon scowls at him. He thought he would be too terrified at what’s to come to manage to speak until it was done, but apparently his annoyance at Jonah’s general behaviour is enough to make him snap:

“Out of the question. You promised, Jonah.” 

“Equal, or nothing at all, yes.” 

The words are spoken with too much fondness, too much desire. They’ve been burnt into Jon’s mind ever since they were first whispered, months ago. They send goosebumps on his arms, as Jonah raises his wrist to his mouth, pressing a delicate kiss on it. This is me, saving the world, Jon had growled at Basira and Melanie, two weeks ago, but he knew then, as they knew too, as he knows now that saving the world of Jonah’s thirst for horror is only a happy, fortunate afterthought. That Jon would have ended up here anyway, because Jonah is not the only one who was caught in something unexpected and wider than his initial plans.

“Get on with it,” Jon mutters, softer than before. 

“I know you’re not one for rituals or formalities,” Jonah chides in return. “But I am not going to treat it as a matter of little importance. I should have made a party of it, truly. This deserves to be savoured, beloved.”

Jon shivers. Instinct is screaming at him to run. His years of training are, instead, reminding him of all the weaknesses Jonah is displaying right now, everything Jon could be exploiting. He wants to close his eyes and shut it all out, wants Jonah to take charge and stop talking and make the choice, but he’s made the promise right back at him. Jon has agency here. Jon has power. Jon has chosen.

“Fine,” he breathes. “Fine. Kiss me, then.”

Jonah obliges, leaning forwards. This is another way to lose himself, Jon thinks, clumsily burying his hands in Jonah’s silky hair. Every kiss with Jonah feels like drowning — there is little one can do to stop a vampire that loves you once you’ve allowed him to touch, little you can say to remind them that you need to breathe, even if they don’t. Jonah only drags his lips to Jon’s jaw once Jon is already seeing blackspots, and keeps going lower and lower until his teeth are grazing against his stuttering pulse.

“You’ll learn to love it,” Jonah promises with a certainty that Jon doesn’t have at all. “You were not made for something as insignificant as human life, Jon. You will love eternity.”

“I love you,” Jon only replies, dizzy and terrified. 

“I love you,” repeats Jonah and offers no other warning before biting him.

#joneliasweek2023 #jonelias #tma stories #me: my brain cannot form tma thoughts anymore #je week: jonelias vampires tho #me: say no more #the magnus archives

[siribunbun]

🌱👓✨✨

#Genshin #alhaitham #kaveh #Fanart #illustrations #this was inspired by my friend telling me that alhaitham has megane energy #and I promised her that I would draw him if I got him #And since I drew him I had to draw the roommate as well #hareno: all architects wear glasses this is a fact #me: say no more #Thanks again for the idea friend ;u; #kaveh drawing celebration bc he came to me and c1 #he needed to be stronger than alhaitham lololol #gonna have these as prints for ACEN maybe

[yellowfingcr]

ENCYCLOPEDIA: In short, what she just told you is that her name is Heysel, and her field of study entroponetics.

EMPATHY: She loves it. She is willing to gamble the evaporation of some of her memory just to stand before where the world collapses into pale. The edge where all that is becomes the silence of a question.

#doodlings / #chez: my harry can't interact with dks muses #me: say no more #I have NOTHING for heysel's disco e.lysium verse but I WILL put together something

[birues]

6 and 40?

6: Rise/ DAI soundtrack

This is a relic of me replaying DAI the last winter! It was my fave tavern song with the grey warden but i'm very surprised it got that high on the list lmao probs because it's very short

40: Old Wounds/ Masayoshi Soken

Certified number 1 Tuana song this is her official soundtrack!

#thank you bestie <33333 #video game music: hi- #me: say no more

[snurtle]

husb said this to me this morning, and I gotta say, as someone who is a snail a non zero amount of the time on the internet, it hits strangely. It hits Peculiar. (i'm still flattered)

#snailies #my art #me to husb: how do you want me to draw you? #husb: suzie deltarune dragon :) #me: say no more

[canongf]

@me-myself-and-my-fos - AND I DO IT FOR HIM HAPPILY!!! i make him shirts and pants and help him put his patches on his vests and jackets. it gets hard when i need to measure him for stuff because he sucks at sitting still and when he gets squirmy is when i accidentally poke him with pins, but we make it work <333

#eddie: the hellfire shirts need an upgrade #me: say no more #me-myself-and-my-fos #nic tag #replies

[uhwhathappenedhere]

My friend sent me this and tbh theyre right:

The Owl House being called a queer show and that being its selling point.

Because that just isn't true in a sense. It's a show at face value about magic and at a much deeper value about the effect of your choices, morals about good over evil etc.

The show had queer representation, which I don't think makes it a queer show. I'm saying that we need to celebrate the normalisation of queer people in shows.

Because queer people can save the day. They can go on adventures, beat the bad guy, fall in love and make amazing friendships along the way. And that doesn't immediately make it a queer show.

I think by calling it a queer show, it makes it exclusive and maybe even puts it off to people who are unsure about lgbtq+ things. Queer representation is what we need to talk about. Queer people just being people and doing everything their cis hetero counterparts get to do in adventure shows.

Basically this is a long rant trying to say that the Owl House and any other show with queer representation should be remembered for their storyline and the way it was amazingly done just

like other shows and not because it had queer characters. Because that takes the spotlight of all the hardwork of the crew and even takes away from the magic of the show, especially when final reviews focus on it being the end of a 'queer show'.

Anyway that's a long rant and I really wish I had tumblr so I could post this. Though tbf I'd probably get attacked

#my friend: wow i wish i could post this excellent point about a show we love and how its defined by its queerness #despite being an amazing show regardless #me: say no more #toh

[desafrey]

lyric edits ft. @phoeniiixed

#jess: i have a lyric id- #me: SAY NO MORE #& my edits / #& they will never kill an immortal love / julian & desdemona / @phoeniiixed

[moony-jamie]

vroom vroom

#them: make a teaser for your playlist we can post on tiktok #me: say no more #*goes way overboard* #please appreciate this took 2 days #my work #pixel art #pixel animation #pixel gif

[sanctamater]

  there’s a hum in the base of her skull that might be god whispering to her - might be the bass turned up to ten, might be the beer in her hand that’s finally getting to her. our lady has been here before. at least, she thinks she has - but not with him, no; with some different, faceless man - when she was a girl much more like herself - the beer had been watered down then, too; but at least the company she kept was better this time. johnny always had a way with her, didn’t he. our lady supposes he has a way with everyone he meets - how easily they seem to fall into him; she can see it now, the way the crowd him at the bar; the way they listen to him despite the noise; how deafening it all was, hanging on to every word. he could have been a politician. she thinks; standing motionless - an image of a bygone, still era in a scene that never stopped moving. could have been a great one, even. not necessarily a good one. politicians didn’t have to be good, the nusa is proof of that enough. so is she. so is everyone in this bar. i shouldn’t drink beer. another sip. it makes me morose. ever the optimist, our lady downs the bottle, savours the burn. it doesn’t take the edge off like it used to; nothing does. 

  no, our lady is all together unlike herself this evening. it can’t all be johnny, can it? touch any idol enough and their gilding will come off upon your finger tips. if she checks now, will johnny’s hands be covered in chrome? will they be as golden as her neck? our lady shifts in her shoes, in her skin; slips soundlessly between dancers and adoring listeners to oh so daintily pluck the tequila from johnny’s hand. no point in getting jealous over the attention he gives others, is there? how unlike herself. or rather, how very much like herself? she knows how to get his attention other ways - leaving her lipstick on the rim of the glass is one of them; her smile, wide and warm and sparkling, is another. ‘ you take all the girls you’re with to this bar? or am i just the lucky one who’s about to lose her hearing for the night? ’

@silverhandj​​ kiss kiss

#you: johnny takes amelia to shitty shitty bars #me: SAY NO MORE #🕊️❝ ( verse. ) there’s no such thing as a fair game. only winners and losers. #silverhandj

[voiced]

     @aimsright​.   

              “     So  you’re  the ones the kids won’t shut up about.     ”     Cigarette is lit and balanced between lips as gaze looks over at the agent.     Was he really Logan if he didn’t talk with a cigarette in his mouth ?      “    Kirraman ?    ”

#✧ ˋ ic ‥ #✧ ˋ wolverine ‥ #aimsright #you: let cait meet wolverine #me: say no more

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

#greek mythology #ares #athena #greek gods #dont get me wrong it aint athena slander but it sure is ares praise #on some level at least #man justly accused of bad things deserves some mid praise more at 11 #thank you romi for helping me with words though i duly noted you insisted on ares not being cautious rather than him not being careful #romi be like “i want him to care” and honestly good you should say it #also EPIC led to this and i just..... i want to draw some animatics man i just need infinite time now #my long lost love for greek myths just will never stop coming and they dont stop coming and they dont stop coming #i want some vulture design in here for ares but not sure about this one #kochei doodles

[ruushes]

sleeping arrangements (not sure tara would ever actually deign to sleep in the same 20ft radius as shovel but who can resist those big shiny insectoid black eyes 🥺)

plus:

#gale dekarios #shadowheart #astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #my art #want to promote a greater shovel presence in the fanbase. where is all the shovel content. where is my beautiful daughter #she is gale's familiar. to me. #he may not necessarily *want* shovel #but it's too late now #he's her wizard it might be more apt to say #tara is not in any way shape or form a familiar she's like. his aunt. #also i have GOT to develop a faster way of making things like i have so many dumb joke ideas i can’t be rendering shit. unsustainable! 😭😭