The Clockwork Automaton

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Ask my muse painfully personal questions

(Source: guardianfelcia)

Casually pops Silver out of his chassis- carrying him off to snuggle in their bed, wires to bring that chassis as well, setting it against the wall.

"Mine, mine, mine..~"

"F-fuck me~"

a-miricle:

a-miricle:

Grasping her husband excitedly, so happy to see him, she’d cup his face and kiss him roughly, before dragging him to the bedroom.

"Still owe you for Easter~"

Eyes unable to stay open anymore, head back, crying out and that pillow being held onto as tingles ran up her spine, legs locking up in place, and just unable to move him away from her crotch. Why did she enjoy it so much? Always intimidated around the two, yet in this case she couldn’t even figure out what was going on, so surprised, so.. happy.

Face soon coming from that reeled back bliss, burying into that pillow as she was already close, slickness onto that others tongue, throbbing and tensing up to try and stop hersellf from such actions, squeaks and other noises to escape her, her other hand still digging into the others head as he worked on her needy crotch.

"G—GEARS—" exasperated, moaning and cutting herself off from it, ending each one with a jagged squeak, face as flushed as could be.

Oh, what had she gotten herself into? 

Gears was absolutely eager to please, even if somewhat
 distracted by the pleasure rattling through his chassis- moans and whimpers with each ruthless thrust from that taller bot.

"F-f-fuck, S-Static..!" A pleasured cry, muffling himself as his mouth was once more connected to Miri’s crotch- soft growls rumbling as he ate her out.

Static smirked- all too happy to get such a show.

Pressing digits into the copper bots rear with a chuckle, of course he’d be taking advantage of the others… well, fetishes- and soon Gears’ would be going through another climax, clenching and absolutely trickling that oil, in complete bliss.

"F-fuck me~"

a-miricle:

Grasping her husband excitedly, so happy to see him, she’d cup his face and kiss him roughly, before dragging him to the bedroom.

"Still owe you for Easter~"

a-miricle:

Oh Christ— that was unexpected; squirming her legs at that sudden tongue going at her- squeaking loudly, gasping and whimpering, stammering. Her heart raced, hands unsure on where to go, one to dig into a pillow and hiding her face in it, the other digging into that copper cranium, feet to wiggle, eyes rolling back and slamming her back and head on that keyboard- crying his name.

"G-Gears, fff—ffuck!" voice high as could be, cracking and going hoarse the surprise certainly got to her. 

"Nonononono w-we. we don’t hhhhAVE to do thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhisss"

Geaars lapped at her, happily dipping that tongue inside, dragging up to that nub and suckling it.

"Don’t have to… but he’s looking awfully eager to~"

Static would be rocking his hips hard into that copper bot, a hand to pinch and rub that little num, the other having a hold on his hip.
"Oh, that’s a good little Gears~ Gooood boy~"
Purrs as he pounded into the other- causing loud, crackled moans from the others vocoder.

"F-fuck me~"

a-miricle:

a-miricle:

Grasping her husband excitedly, so happy to see him, she’d cup his face and kiss him roughly, before dragging him to the bedroom.

"Still owe you for Easter~"

She wiggled, stroking the oxidized plating, thumb on his cheek, nuzzling under his neck and grinning when static came in, gesturing to Gears missing his lower clothing, and then back to kissing Gears’ throat.
"He’s a naughty little Easter Rabbit, Mister Walter, I think you need to punish him for being so bad~"

"Certainly gonna have to do something about that~"

That titanium bot purred, grabbing that Rabbit to turn him over- though instead of pressing his face to the bed, he’d direct that copper faceplate to be pressed between Miri’s legs.

"Can’t let you miss out on the fun, hm?"

A chuckle as he watched Gears eagerly pulling down Miri’s pants and panties- returning that little favor- tensing up, moaning and whimpering as he felt Static roughly shove that attachment inside, thrusting into that already-slick hole.

"F-fuck me~"

a-miricle:

a-miricle:

Grasping her husband excitedly, so happy to see him, she’d cup his face and kiss him roughly, before dragging him to the bedroom.

"Still owe you for Easter~"

She giggled, cleaning up that mess, every last drop she could, scooting up next to him and one hand pinging for Static on that stolen back phone, discreet, letting it drop to the floor, kissing his neck and crook of it, fingers to trail over that core, skin pigmented here and there from being so close to him, lips meeting and one leg over him.

"Mmm, you’re a good little boy~" giggling, poking his arrow nose.

A soft whimper, hugging her tight as he happily kissed her, shivers running down his back- knowing she’d likely contacted Static by now.

Pluming soft steam, hands petting through her hair and rubbing her back a bit, happy as could be.
"Mhm, y-y-your good boy~

Though, it wouldn’t be long for Static to arrive, a knowing smirk on his face.

"So, what seems to be the problem, hm~?"

silverfisks:

Growls, shoves ducks away from him with his foot.
Quickly bolts off before getting in trouble

The ducks go waddling off quickly- quacking and tattling on that tall bot.

Looked like someone would probably get a spanking tonight.

silverfisks:

sorry

"F-fuck me~"

a-miricle:

a-miricle:

Grasping her husband excitedly, so happy to see him, she’d cup his face and kiss him roughly, before dragging him to the bedroom.

"Still owe you for Easter~"

She giggled at his words, lapping at him, tongue kisses to him, fingers to press, twist and penetrate into that robotic crotch, giggling with big eyes, wiggling her rear and listening to his whines.

"Gonna tell Static you’ve been a naughty boy after I’m done with you~" taunting, taking his clit between lips and wiggling it, kisses, and her other hand to trail his body, down to his slit, both working at him and humming innocently.

"Such a good boy, such a good boy~”

He gasped, withered and whimpered- both because of those twisting digits, and her little threat of sorts.

His hips bucked up slightly, simulated breath catching in his throat as he tensed and throbbed below, slightly leaking non-toxic fluids.

"Oh g-g-g-god…!
A wince, trembling and puffing up steamy breaths, tremors rocking through his chassis.

Soon enough he’d be clenching tight and wet around her fingers, a bit of a mess as he came, a slightly cracked sound escaping his throat after the loud moan of her name.

”..Y-y-yeah… yer’ good boy…”