Transformers/Undertale Oneshots ?? (Requests OPEN)

Getting slight, JUST SLIGHTLY used to this.
I only post one lemon and next thing
People want more.
Dirty sinners...
Ugggg. I hate this yet,
....
Gets some dirty thoughts out.
Sigh, okay dokie. This is request from
SimoneSmook
Now do remember I am still trying to
Get used to this stuff, so that's why it
Might be long and bad, a lot of you
Did like the last lemon, so I don't know.

Well...enjoy him...
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You did a groan as you laid on the couch. Life was a living hell for you right now. It's been almost four years since you have been down here and haven't felt this. Why now?

Waves of heat rushed through you as you were slightly panting. Your eyes half way closed and your face a dull red. You had a pillow between your legs as you squeezed them getting any pressure you could on to your crotch through you jeans.

You didn't want to go full out though because that is just plain out wrong. You bit your bottom lip as you pulled the pillow closer to the crotch. A very soft moan left your mouth as squeezed it harder.

"This is not okay, But *Mmmm* I need.. no." You said stopping yourself as you took the couch pillow from between your legs and threw it on the other side of the couch.

"This is so wrong. I need to git rid of it a different way." You mumbled as you could feel the waves of heat come bad strongly this time.

You let out another groan of pain as you got up and went to the kitchen. You have already took some Ibuprofen just fifteen minutes ago, so you couldn't have anymore medicine. You shut the cabinet with a growl. Toriel had sent you over to the skelebros house so you can, as she says it, get out of the house.

Problem with that is that you have to say he for a good 2 weeks. TWO WEEKS! And you were only on day 3. As you put your hand on the refrigerator, a wave of pain hit you as you bent over clunching on to your lower parts. You fingers had touched your cilt making let out an airy moan. You rubbed it for a second before your eyes widen and took you hand away.

"Stop!" You yelled at yourself.

This was harder than you thought. You stood straight up as you opened the fridge to see what was in there. Lots of leftover spaghetti and ketchup.

You then stopped as Sans came into your mind. He was so sweet to you. Would and could he help you? All you had to do was....

As the thought took over, your face became more red as you hand started sliding back down. But...before You could get it down there, you snapped out of it and shook your head.

You did an aggravated yell. This was getting out of hand. You looked at the fridge and saw a pack of alcohol. Your eyes widen slightly at the pack. You have never drank this stuff unless absolutely necessary. Which means you have only had one gulp in your entire life.

You did a small gulp as you took the pack out and set it on the counter. "Do I really want to try this?" You asked yourself as you stared as it.

Right when the question slipped from your mouth, a familiar pain hit you again. You squeezed your eyes shut letting this pass. You slammed you fist on the counter as the pain seemed to get worse. After a minute, it seemed to have faded away. You panted and grabbed a bottle.

"If it keeps me controlled, then I might as well." You said as you took off the cap and just started chugging it.

This is going to be a long evening.

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It was somewhere around 9 in the afternoon and you were drunk as fuck. Your mind was weezy as you laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling.