#FUCK YES ITS HOT ROD TIME

[honkowo]

MORE MEAT CARSSSS (AND HOTROD!!!!!!!!!! <3<3<3<3<3)

from top 2 bottom: some bigass meat car models, HOT ROD<3, & examples/sketches of possible modded meat cars heehee

so the 2 other factory models r the mole, a meat car used for underground travel & excavation for permanent settlements, & the walking city, a meat car built for carrying many angels( about 40-50 on average) and/or their stuff across long distances.moles are one of the only factory models with a base that ISNT of angel origin for once; its a subterranean mole instead :). the mole can also come in a fair few sizes, with the one in the picture being the biggest.

I FINALLY GET TO SHOW U GUYS HOTROD TOO YIPPEE!! hotrod is clink's only custom meat car & is his pride and joy lmao. hes entirely a speed-based custom, being capable of 200mph max & an even faster diving speed, & hes quite agile too :). unlike ur average meat car, hotrod has a more prominent personality; often getting himself into trouble because of how nosy he can be. hes otherwise pretty well behaved.

like usual, gif stills r under the cut :)

[istherewifiinhell]

Optimus cremation dot jpeg

[ID: A shot of 84 transformers, Optimus' body is laying on a table which in front of a firey oven, it evokes the imagery of cremation more than metal smelting. END]

Like a fucking mattress up there

[ID: Rodimus who in vehicle mode, is a large sporty car with tricked out truck trailer attached, flame down the sides, and triple exhaust stacks on the side of the cabin. Optimus' body is on top of the trailer, about the same size in bot mode. One arm dangles down limply. A human woman stands next to Rodimus cabin. END ID]

[velvetwyrme]

bringing back the question for 2025: who in the autobots would fuck a car and/or have an sti

hi i thought too long and hard about this. then i made a silly comic about it which quickly got derailed into another silly bit. and then it kept getting longer and more terrible

i don't know whether you're the same person as the original anon or not but im gonna freakin cry either way. is this my legacy...

on one hand this ask gave me lots of motivation for some reason, so thank you for that, but on the other hand it motivated me to draw a 6 page comic about robot STIs.

i put too much effort into this lmao. for my actual conclusions AND some extra notes about the comic click the read more 👍

Ratchet: No and no. Has HAD STIs before. When he was younger. True across continuities except... in TFA he would have an STI. I can see it.

Ironhide: Yes carfucking, but I feel like the carfuckin was also a one time thing specifically. No STI. To quote my notes: "Frag no, Chromia or Ratch woukd kill him". Typo included.

Jazz: Yes carfucking, no STI because if he got one he'd be on top of treatment. Originally there was a bit in the comic with Jazz and Prowl arguing about which is worse: fuckin a car or havin a STI but it got cut because its already like 6 pages

Prowl: No carfucking and yes STI. He thinks carfucking is Really Weird. Wait. Purely off of vibes because I still haven't watched ES (someday...) but ES!Prowl would fuck a car.

Optimus: Who else do you think gave Megatron the STI? (/j /j... unless?) Carfucking and STI status varies wildly across continuities imo. G1? Yes and yes. IDW... depends on what point in time. I feel like its a yes to both but not at the same time. TFA would not fuck a car but he definitely has an STI. TFP! and ES! OP is a mystery to me, you guys can tell me if you have strong opinions on them. Hm. Armada OP would fuck a car.

Sideswipe: originally it WAS going to be him in the comic but as I mentioned, it got derailed. He'd absolutely give a car an STI.

Wheeljack/Trailbreaker/Hot Rod: Yeah, probably both. Maybe not at the same time though. Hot Rod was only so low on Prowls list because hes Literally Offworld but who knows what hes capable of.

Yes to carfucking, no STI: Lets see... Bumblebee, Cliffjumper (despite Prowl and Ironhide's assumption in the comic, THIS is my actual opinion lmao), I think Mirage would as well, but he'd vehemently deny it. Also *leans in close to the mic* Elita-1 would fuck a car. But she'd do it and it'd be like. Cool.

No to carfucking, yes STI: *long pause as i look into the middle distance* mmm...Smokescreen. I don't know much about TFP!Smokescreen but he can get lumped in there too. Sunstreaker as well, but more because he says he didn't fuck a car but he could be lying and you genuinely can't tell if he is. Also Brawn for some reason.

As for other characters elsewhere... Rodimus is a strong contender for giving a car an STI. So is Whirl, but I feel like he's slightly less likely to have an STI, yknow? Only slightly.

Other notable ones I think would have both but NOT at the same time: Swerve, Skids, Drift (specifically because of Rodimus because even if they don't fuck they seem like the type of friends who share drinks), I think First Aid fits in here too, and is the only medic who would have an STI that I can think of off the top of my head. Oh also Armada!Jetfire.

I also think that the Aerialbots are all contenders for this category too. Some more than others but it wouldn't matter because they all end up with an STI and it's miserable.

ALSO...

The alternate punchline to the comic, had it been set on the Lost Light, is... a meeting (in which the general consensus is that Rodimus fucked the car that mysteriously appeared on the Lost Light, AND he gave it an STI)

Then, Nightbeat bursts in with Brainstorm in tow, and he reveals that it was in fact Brainstorm's fault- NOT because he fucked the car (he's far more interested in er... lab equipment, lets say) BUT he made a gun that fucks cars, and accidentally gave the GUN a STI

ALSO SIDEBURN FROM TF:RID (2001). he would ABSOLUTELY fuck a car and give it an STI. He canonically loves red sportscars and you KNOW that mans got an STI.

[possessedmen]

Finn pressed his face against the window, watching Rod, his homophobic neighbour, push the lawnmower. Each pass across the lawn sent vibrations through Rod’s body, muscles rippling under his skin. Finn felt a pang of guilt for being so drawn to someone who made his life a living hell with slurs and sneers. Still, he couldn’t help but look.

Rod stopped the mower and wiped the sweat from his brow. That’s when Finn noticed something on the ground behind Rod shift unnaturally. Something dark and slithering emerged, snakelike, glistening under the sunlight. Before Finn could react, the creature darted towards Rod, disappearing into his pants. Rod’s body stiffened, his eyes widening in shock.

Without thinking, Finn sprinted out of his house. “Rod! Are you ok?” he shouted, closing the distance.

Rod’s body convulsed violently, his back arching as guttural sounds escaped his throat. His movements turned almost fluid, a puppet on strings pulled by an invisible hand. The creature was inside him, and Rod was no longer in control.

Finn reached him, breathless, just as Rod’s body jerked one last time and went still. Rod turned, his expression vacant, and a cold, robotic voice escaped from his lips. “No one was supposed to see this.”

Finn swallowed hard, his fear palpable, but he forced himself to stay calm. “What are you?” he demanded, his voice shaky.

The alien, controlling Rod’s body, tilted its head. “We are visitors. Integration was to be undetected.”

“You’re not doing a great job at it,” Finn said, his voice gaining strength. “If you want to blend in, you’ll need help. Human help.”

The alien regarded him through Rod’s eyes, calculating. “You offer assistance?”

Finn nodded, his mind racing. “Yes, I can help you understand human behavior. But you have to promise not to hurt me.”

Rod’s face twisted into a semblance of a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Agreement acknowledged. Assistance will be accepted.”

Finn extended his hand, his heart pounding. “We start with names. I’m Finn.”

Rod’s hand, now alien-controlled, gripped his. “Designation remains Rod.”

“Alright, Rod,” Finn said, looking into those familiar eyes now filled with something entirely other. He asked “Do you have an access to his brain?”

The alien’s robotic tone shifted, eyes closing as it accessed Rod’s brain. Finn watched, caught between fear and fascination. Rod’s body jerked, eyes snapping open, filled with their usual, aggressive glint.

“What the fuck are you doing, staring at my cock, you little perverted bitch?” Rod snarled, voice thick with hatred.

Finn’s heart pounded. This was the Rod he knew—hated, feared, and yet, couldn’t help but desire. “I—I wasn’t—” he stammered, retreating a step.

The alien, sensing Finn’s terror, spoke through Rod, still harsh. “Do not fear. No harm will come to you.”

Finn’s breath hitched, the surreal situation making his head spin. “Can you keep acting like this?” he blurted out, pulse racing. “I—I find it hot.”

Rod’s face twisted in confusion, his own consciousness struggling with the alien’s influence. “Hot? You’re one sick fuck, you know that?”

Finn felt a shiver run down his spine. “Yeah, maybe I am. But if you’re going to be in his body, you might as well make it believable.”

The alien processed this, Rod’s expression thoughtful. “Maintaining previous behaviors will aid integration,” it concluded. “Understood.”

Rod’s eyes locked onto Finn’s, his sneer vicious. “You’re a fucking sicko, staring at me like that,” he spat, voice laced with disdain, yet undercut by curiosity.

Finn swallowed hard, the line between fear and excitement blurring. “Then make me pay for it,” he challenged, heart thundering.

Rod’s lip curled into a cruel smile, eyes flickering with the alien’s calm. “You’re gonna regret that, you perverted piece of shit,” he growled, stepping closer.

Finn’s pulse raced as he stood his ground, his mind a whirlwind of adrenaline and desire. This was Rod, his homophobic, bigoted neighbor—controlled by an alien, yet somehow still so damn enticing. “Show me,” he whispered, voice trembling.

Rod’s body moved with a predatory grace, the alien’s influence clear in the fluidity of his actions. “You fucking asked for it,” he said, voice a low, menacing rumble.

Rod’s hand gripped Finn’s shoulder roughly, making him gasp. “You like this, don’t you, you sick fuck? Getting off on being treated like dirt?”

Finn nodded, breathless, the thrill of danger intoxicating. “Yes.”

Rod’s sneer deepened, filled with vulgar aggression. “You’re a pathetic little slut, you know that? Staring at my dick like a desperate whore.”

Finn’s heart hammered in his chest. “Yeah, I am,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

“Then get ready,” Rod growled, pulling him closer as he pulled out a cigar from his pocket. “Because you’re about to find out what it means to be a real perverted bitch.”

Rod’s eyes bore into Finn’s, a mix of the alien’s control and his own vicious nature. It was a dangerous game, but Finn was too far gone to care. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn’t stop himself. The alien’s control, Rod’s aggression—it was a heady mix that left him breathless and wanting more.

[gamblersdoll]

Belly buldgeGenya 😩

nsfw, porn with no plot, belly bulge, cockwarming, soft dom!genya

genya loved cock warming, as if hes been with women before you and did it. he wasnt, but still. he loved how yours felt, because your pussy ran hot.

especially when it got cold? he can easily just grip your hips and just.. slip himself inside of you. it felt too good, was this what it was like ? he grew so big inside of you, it just swells up like crazy.

but one this was sure, he questioned how you can even fit all of him into your walls? because of course he had to feel himself inside of you, and holy fuck– was he really that thick? it felt like a long rod was just pushing through your stomach.

he had to make sure, so he thrusted into you, maybe a bit harder than he wanted.

you softly moan, prepping yourself incase he comes to fuck your precious little cunt. “b–aby!” you yelp, hand gripping his thicker arm.

“sh, shhh, babygirl.” he coos, hand on your tummy and he looks in awe. “was just seeing something, thats all.” he pecks you a kiss on your cheek, him holding you tight. “you been prepping yourself to take all of me?”

you shake your head ‘no,’ mumbling about how he stretches you out. “mm, i do?” you nod, “yeah?” he coos again, kissing your cheek and shifting his hips. “you want me to fuck you how you like it, baby?”

your heart beats fast, and you nod with a press of your butt against his groin. he groans himself, holding your hips with a mean grip. “okay—okay baby, just stay still..” he kisses the back of your neck, thrusting soft into your cervix.

but you cant, you feel so good and exposed, trying your best to make him feel good. he clicks his tongue, wrapping his arm around your waist and softly whispering to you. “no, no. just stay still, be good f’me.”

you whined in response, him taking your hand and pressing against the bulge. “feel that? yeah you do.. play with your clit, baby.”

you couldnt, chanting about how ‘too good’ or how he was being so good to you. “play with it, i wont have to ask again.” he says, guiding your hand down to your bundle of nerves and then slowly moving your fingers in circles.

“g-genya!” you whine, trying to close your legs.. but failing miserably.

“uh uh, just like that. keep the pace up, you know how to please yourself.” he teases, taking a hand and pulling your knees apart. “thats it, there you go. can feel your legs shaking baby.”

you get tears in your eyes, feeling his mean, fat tip just pushing its way deeper and further inside you. “m’ gunna cum..”

“oh, i can feel it baby.” he kisses, reaching around and feeling his cock spasm in your walls. “good girl, oh you take it so well.” he slowly pushes his fingers inside, adding more stretch and curling his finger to your g-spot.

“n-no no!” you whine in protest, but he squeezes his arms to restrain yours.

“yes, baby.” he coos, fucking and fingering you at the same time while also circling your clit with his thumb. “just do as your told and cum on this cock..the cock that loves your walls, hmm?” he teases, pulling his fingers out and gripping his base with index and thumb, shaking it in your walls.

and he also loved how random things just made you cum as if it was your first time cumming.

[mychlapci]

I think Kup should have a hypnosis sex dungeon for misbehaving wreckers

Whoops! Hot Rod disobeyed orders to go play the hero? Guess time it's his precious grandson's first trip to the cumgeon (cum dungeon)

Kup calls Hot Rod aside and the rest of the wreckers look on in a mix of envy, amusement and concern, whilst Roddy follows Kup down to a basement level of the Wreckers ship that he didn't even know existed. Rod is preparing for an argument, to have to defend his choices: what he walked into, however, was an empty white room, two chairs in the middle.

Kup shoves Hot Rod down into a chair, face settling into a glower as restraints snap up from the chair, pulling Hot Rod's limbs taut and maintaining his legs in a spread position. Kup excuses himself for a moment, and then the walls all begin to shift and move with pretty pink spirals and a soft hum fills the room. Hot Rod shouts in confusion, but within minutes the spirals pull in his focus, draining his pretty little brain of all those stinky rebellious thoughts. A cable drops from the ceiling, the same pretty pink, and forces its way into the ports supposed to be for medical purposes. Hot Rod is too out of it to complain when his chest plates slide open, showing off his itty bitty little titties, like a good girl should. Good girls should keep their panels open for all to see when they're not on the field, good girls should keep their perky little tits on display so everyone can see what a good girl looks like.

Some part of Rod's processor protests that he's not a girl, but everyone knows that little voice is wrong. He is a girl, a good girl, and good girls listen to orders, and take the fluffy little skirts being handed to him by his grandpa. Good girls take it when their grandpas breed them like they're whores, and take that snug little plug to go inside that pretty little pussy, so no transfluid leaks out to make a mess.

What a good girl Hot Rod is now, with his cute little skirt to match the one Springer wears when off work. Isn't it just so sweet how they both go soft and rub their plugged pussies together the second they're asked to, begging for someone to spill transfluid all over them. Such sweet girls with their swelling tummies and leaky pregnant titties. Kup doesn't *really* need them in the field, does he? They're much better as morale support anyways. What better to fight for than for the right to fuck your boss's pretty little toys, fucking more babies into them the second their grandpas babies slide out?

ah yes, the wreckers cumgeon (cum dungeon). that's what wreckers declassified was talking about i think. Kup's secret forcefem dungeon where pretty mechs go when they misbehave and after their pussies are fucked and filled they emerge as the prettiest girls :) Roddy might have thought he's safe, seeing as Kup is his grandpa and all, but that's stupid, of course his valve is not off limits! he's a good girl, and he'll push out grandpa's bitties like one.

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Me and Mr. Jones

Featuring actor, Eddie Jones

Back in 2003, I was working as a grip on a low budget film called Fighting Tommy Riley. It was 5 day shoot, but I was lucky enough to meet one of my favorite character actors, Eddie Jones. Best known to audiences as Superman’s adoptive father Pa Kent on Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman, when Eddie was on set, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. When he was off-stage, his broad, bright smile would light up the room. He was a sexy man for his age of 69 with his broad face, imposing presence and solid build. When he was off-set, his broad, bright smile would light up the room.

Everyone who knew Eddie as a friend, or had the good fortune to share the stage with him, was touched by his gentle and generous nature. He was very nice and enjoyed the attention I paid to him. Actually talked to me. What had seemed like just a cute, older guy on set turned out to be a seriously hot daddy for which I was developing a major hard-on. I enjoyed passing the time by watching him work, fantasizing about him being naked.

How much of that fur, if any, spread across the rest of him? Did being big of stature mean he had a small dick or was he one of "nature's surprises" like I'd met once or twice? I really wanted a chance to find answers to these questions, but knew it wasn't likely to happen. He's married, but we all know that does not mean a thing.

That evening, after a very good meal in the dining car, I began the walk back to my trailer. I saw him at the other end of a narrow corridor. Slowing as we approached each other, we exchanged pleasantries.

"Hey Eddie." I said as we came up to each other.

"Hi there! Did you enjoy dinner?" He asked.

"Oh, yes. It was great."

"Good."

It was clear he was on his way somewhere, so I stepped back against one wall to let him by. It turned into to a moment I'd never forget. Not only did he fail to avoid brushing against me as he squeezed past, but he made a point of slowing down and actually pushing his ass into me as he slid by. There was a relaxed feeling to his butt muscles against my crotch. I immediately went hard. I don't think I'd ever gone fully erect that fast. Ever. I didn't even know a guy could.

After he slid past me he looked over his shoulder and smiled. This wasn't one of his professional "have a nice day" smiles. No. There was a distinct twinkle in his eye. He continued down the corridor leaving me standing there staring after him.

"I'll be checking on you around 8:30." Eddie said without looking back.

"Fine." I replied with a dazed grin. I continued down the corridor, trying to smooth out the bulge he'd left in my pants.

At 8:30 sharp, I lightly tap on his trailer door. The door opened to those sexy blue eyes looking at me as he flashed that warm smile again. Eddie made a quick check to see if there was anyone to see me enter before letting me in. While stepping in he closed, locked the door in a single motion and we fell into an embrace, sharing a long passionate kiss. We began frantically pulling off our clothes. I didn't know if he was eager or just didn't have much time to "fuck around" before going home to the wife, but he wasn't waiting for any conversation. And I certainly didn't mind.

As his shirt came off I saw that, though not quite as hairy as some of the "chubs" I liked to see, but there was plenty of body hair to enjoy. His forearms were thick leading to those masculine hands I'd admired earlier. I continued down his stomach until it ended in a mostly black bush above his rising cock. I quickly dropped to my knees and took his dick in my hands.

His cut rod had a thickness that filled my mouth nicely as I slid my lips over it and took it down to its base. He exhaled slowly as he stood there, his hands on my shoulders. I could smell old fashioned cologne along with his natural musk. My tongue worked his fully erect shaft as I moved slowly up and down. I pulled up again to enjoy a good look at his knob before licking around the tip.

I pushed Eddie toward a nearby couch and he sat down. He leaned back and spread his legs wide allowing me better access. I worked my tongue around his dickhead as my other hand was feeling the hair on his balls. They were much larger and heavier than I'd expected. I thought about what his load might taste like. I took his dick in my hands, stroking up and down as I worked my tongue down under his nuts. I gnawed gently here and there, slowing the pace of my stroking on his dick. He moaned a bit, then a bit more. After a delicious minute or two he suddenly exhaled, "No!"  

I was nearly knocked over as he jumped up. He was getting too close, too soon so I paused and waited for his cue. Whatever he wanted next, I was going to do my best to please him; not that I didn't have ideas of my own.

Earlier in the day I'd fantasized about what it'd be like to fuck him. Those fantasies were about to be realized as Eddie turned around knelt on the couch with his butt now at my eye level. I set in quickly on eating his ass. I covered his hole with my tongue and licked long, broad strokes up and down his crack. Starting low against the back of his balls and on up to where his crack ended at his tailbone. I continued slowly moving up then down again. He moaned deep and low. I could tell he was enjoying it as he squirmed a bit, pushing his ass back into my face.

I slid my tongue into his warm canal and continued to work my way in until I couldn't get my tongue in any further. Eddie continued moaning as I worked my tongue in and around. I felt him start to relax even more as he leaned forward laying his forehead on his folded arms, tipping his ass up a bit.

Eddie was breathing heavily when I finally stood up. He looked back without saying anything, but his sexy blue-eyed gaze told me he was ready for me to stick my cock in. I worked up some spit in my mouth, transferred it to my fingers and spread it around my fully erect cock. I set the tip against his hole and paused: this was the moment I wanted to last forever.

As the head of my dick slipped in he gasped. He was pretty tight and I didn't want to hurt him. So I kept the pressure constant while letting him take me in at his own pace, leaning back into me. Putting his hands against the back of the couch, Eddie rose up and pushed ass back and down on my dick. It was time to go in all the way.

"Yes…" Eddie moaned as he reached back to pull me against him, making sure I was all of the way in.

It looked so hot to see my cock was now firmly buried in. I pulled out and pushed back in. He turned back to face me again and I leaned forward to kiss him. We held a kiss as I worked his ass. He turned back to the wall and moaned as I continued, now moving a bit quicker. Every so often he would squeeze my dick with his ass muscles. I continued to pick up the pace. My fucking worked up to a solid rhythm, my balls occasionally slapping against him. He began moaning low. It was very quiet, but with an encouraging note. As I continued to fuck him his moaning grew louder. His ass felt so good that I knew I couldn't hold back much longer.  

I was about to pop as Eddie pushed back hard into me. That was my cue to go for it. It was only another three or four strokes before I slammed up against him and held myself there, my dick in him as deep as it could get.  

"Oh fuck!" I gasped as my cock began to throb, pumping my load into his ass. He was moaning and rocking, his warm hole enveloping my throbbing cock.  

"Yes! Yessss…" Eddie said, ending in a whisper.

As my cock's throbbing lessened and I started to go soft I reached around and under to jack him off, but to my surprise, he had already cum. So I slowly pulled out and stepped back. Eddie stayed kneeling laying his head back down on his arms. I stared at his hole, now visibly open wider than when I'd first gone down on it. I could see traces of my cum as I watched the hole pulsing along with his breathing.

[quiminus]

My piece for the mecha pilot au enjoy `⎚⩊⎚´ -✧

Pov shockwave

The tea tasted of nothing, the words in the book were all blurry, since one cannot read in a dream the book was the picture of dorian gray

- i hope you like what i made, you know im not the best cook but i tried - said orion his dear orion

Orions face was a bit blurry, his memory of him had faded over the years and only now he was noticing this

- it tastes wonderful, you really outdid yourself this time - shockwave said his voice lighter than it had been in years

Shockwave entertained orion, this version of orion at least, while he tried to jog his memory and remember what happened before this

- you know, the upgrades you intstalled in our mech really helped with withdrawal symptons after the conection ends - said orion grateful to not feel like recovering addict every time he stepped out of their combined mech

Ah, yes now i remember- thought shockwave finaly realizing what happened

The mental space he had created for the pilots and their friends while he finalized his experiment, his orion, something had gone wrong and he had to step into the simulation, it seems not even he was able to resist its pull

- im glad they work, if it wasnt for me we would be wearing normal pilot suits - shockwave smiled a real smile something he hadnt done in years

- why not listen to some music, you always liked classical right? - orion reached for a radio that definetly wasnt there and turned it on

"Baby we built this house on memo.." "what if happened to you on..." and finally the sound of an orchestra it was the requiem of wolfgang from mozart

- no, you liked classical and roped me into this - mock accused shockwave with no real bite

The "evening" progressed much like this shockwave trying to regain his memory and find the exit while entertaing this "orion"

When it finally hit him

- you know, jazz i have been getting really into jazz recently i dont know why but it has made me really relax whenever i listen to it- orion said  after taking a sip of his tea

That pilot jazz and his alien mech, what was his name growl or something? They teamed up to fuck with progress with his orion and now it was time to fix this

He got up went to the door a few feet behind their table and went to grab the doorknob when

- where are you going? - asked orion confused

- i forgot something in my lab, ill go grab it and then we can continue - said shockwave giving one last glance at orion before he left the void where their table was

Walking between the simulations was something, first aid, what was his real name flex or something, was dissecting an alien with vortex, the real human version of vortex at his side, by the heated look on vortexes face it seems like the activity was about to change

The combaticons or rather onslaught, blast off and brawl were all getting drunk reminiscing about the good old days back when they were simple mercenaries brawl was trying to see how many cigaretes he could fit into his mouth

Deadlock ratchet and hot rod were all at ratchets home deadlock was in his vehicle mode drifting while hot rod was inside having the time of his life and ratchet supervised

Swindle was awed at swerve while blurr was laughing his ass off at swindles expression swerve flipped into alt mode and somehow swindle got even more bewildered with blurrs laughter geting even bigger

[Ignore this paragraph]

Dawnbreaker her human version Daniela brooks was ice skating she was in a competicion and was giving her all the music she chose for this one was funeral by neoni

[Now continue]

And finally his targets growl and jazz they somehow got out of the simulation and were trying to wake up everyone it was an easy fix just tweak a few things in the code and ban they were back where they belonged they were in a spaceship prowl was teling jazz about the stars and the constelations they formed he was talking about the constelation of orion and jazz was listening very closely not missing one detail

Before departing he took one last glance to it all orion waiting for him at a table in the void the pilots the setient mechs sighed and went back to the real world back to his orion to finalize his experiment it was worth it it will be worth it everything he told himself and opened his eyes and went back to real life

Now this has a continuatuon ->

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 87 A Scream in the Screaming Forest

Murdle Advent Day 8

President Amaranth has decorated himself with lights!

Fun fact: the cartoon Murdleverse is divided into only three continents: Mainland, Drakonia, and Elsewhere (which includes islands such as 'France')! Together, it makes the delightful Murder Kingdom.

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

As they’re running out, the boys run into Red. How did he appear there so fast?? They stare at him in fear for a long time…

RED: You may go.

Logico sighs. He interrupted them leaving to tell them they can leave? 

RED: But… don’t go into the Screaming Forest. For your own good.

Irratino nods, and hugs his Gico. And when Red leaves, they both immediately head for the Screaming Forest.

It’s easy to realize that everything in the forest is dead. The trees are diseased, the river is dry, and there’s a bubbling hot spring much too scalding to contain life. There’s also a rock that looks like the devil flipping them off. And a terrifying high-pitched whistling noise echoing through the branches.

IRRATINO: Ohhhh Logico. I’ve got bad vibes. I’ve got a lot of bad vibes. LOGICO: Shocking. I don’t know what could possibly be causing that.

Admiral Navy is laying on the ground. He wakes up.

NAVY: Hhhhhh… what? What… what am I doing here. What are you doing here? I swear I did not fall asleep in the forest…

Irratino helps him up, and decides it’s a good idea to go deeper. Logico trips abruptly over a dead woodsman. He stands up and blinks. But Logico can’t find a murderer without finding the suspects!

LOGICO: Wait, Irratino, don’t RUN-

A grinding sound overlaps the deafening whistle. Sergeant Gunmetal comes out from behind a tree.

IRRATINO: Gunmetal! GUNMETAL: AHH! What do you want?? LOGICO: There’s been a murder. Why are you in the forest? GUNMETAL: No reason. No reason. NAVY: I don’t know how I woke up here… GUNMETAL: I woke up here. As well.

The anteater tank seems extremely guilty as is, but they have to find the others before Logico can make a statement.

As the forest grows darker, the whistling grows louder. It almost sounds like a scream. Is this where the forest got its name?

LOGICO: Good god, I can’t hear! The fuck IS that??

They eventually approach a dark rod. It seems to be producing the awful sound. Irratino creeps toward it.

LOGICO: You’re going to kill your ears! Just throw a rock or something!

The sound abruptly stops, and the rod turns around. It’s a person!! Kind of. It looks like a plague doctor.

PERSON: Can you hear my heart beating? LOGICO: Wtf?? PERSON: I can see your future, if you wish… [whistling scream] I live here, in the forest. I am the Elder Ash from ancestry. IRRATINO: Which ancestry?

Silence.

IRRATINO: Do you know what’s in my future? LOGICO: Irratino, don’t ask th- ASH: Yes… Wait a moment… [trilling whistling scream] I can see… you will have another, yes, another terrible fight with the one you love most.

Irratino’s face falls a bit.

LOGICO: She's right, there is certainly going to be a fight if you don’t help me find people. AUBERGINE: Guys guys!

Stained with dirt and twigs, Chef Aubz runs out from a bush.

AUBERGINE: Have you heard that terrible noise?? ASH: [terrible noise] AUBERGINE: OHHH GOD! Is that the grim reaper?! LOGICO: No… what are you doing out here? AUBERGINE: Hahah. Hah. Ohhh… I dunno.

Now that everyone’s here, Logico can actually solve the unimportant murder. Irratino helps too by examining trees, and bringing out his handy-dandy Tree Ring Esoteric Dictionary. He gawks at what he finds. Logico facepalms hard. 

LOGICO: What do you remember from before you ended up in the forest? NAVY: I was still in Major Red’s office, reading his own book. I don’t… think I fell asleep… 

When Logico looks around, Gunmetal has disappeared - more proof that he’s guilty. But he didn’t manage to get very far.

LOGICO: I’ve got you! GUNMETAL: So what? These are the people’s trees! And I have been tasked in protecting them! IRRATINO: Aww, you just wanted to save the trees! LOGICO: Don’t AWW him, he’s a murderer!! [sigh] Look… there are bigger things to worry about. I think I found the cause of all the death in this forest. Cover your face.

In the distance, there’s an old nuclear reactor. 

ASH: I am immune to the reactor… because I live here… LOGICO: No, I don’t think you are. IRRATINO: See, I told you there were bad vibes! LOGICO: It’s a fucking nuclear reactor, Irratino. 

The end!

NEW MURDLER DROPPED

Finally

As for her cry, imagine the highest-pitched noise you can imagine, combined with a vaguely human scream. Good night!!

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[istherewifiinhell]

it was kinda fucking sick. like. what do u want from me.

ID: Screen shots from 84 transformers, a post movie episode. Optimus grappling Hot Rod from behind. Prime's got his arms hooked around Hot Rod's shoulder joints. Hot Rod has a look of shock or pain, a smoking wound in his chest, dripping a blue fluid. END

ID: A shot of Optimus, his undead body carries injuries along his head and chest. Along with one arm, servered at the elbow, its not a clean cut, torn metal and wires hang from it. There's cracks in his face covering, the glass of his windows, and damage around the grill. He Stands with a gun in his remaining hand. END

ID: Optimus in the pilot seat of a ship. One side heavily damaged, arm completely gone now, the machinery below broken plating visible on parts of his chest. He steers the ship with his remaing arm. His eye's glowing brighter, orange whisps of smoke around him. END

ID: Close on Optimus, grey smoke behind him, colours dull. Crumple damage at the point of missing arm and on his helm, one sides attena like spikes gone. On his face too, one optic completely visible and round, a large black spot in the middle, like an exposed eyeball. END

Space mausoleum for all season 2 characters that died!!! Hello!!!!! The poor kid getting scared at all the robot CORPSES! Optimus tomb is EMPTY! hes fucking zombieing around up there.... its obviously suspicious but the new leader wants it to be true so bad he gives up the special artifact of leadership. GUH

Mausoleum? Destroyed. Entire bot fleet? Damaged from being lead into a trap by primes puppeted corpse.

And ofc. Undead prime getting autonomy back. Driving the now evacuated flag ship into the enemies for one last blaze of glory.

CMONNNNNNNNN

[just-absolutely-super]

Final review of the Prime Wars Trilogy, here are my thoughts on Power of the Primes

you can find my reviews on Combine Wars and Titans Return in the links provided

So Combine Wars set the bar super low, and then Titans Return was a step in the right direction

Power of the Primes...while not as bad as CW (like I said, that one set the bar pretty low), I still wasn't really impressed with this. I went from hopeful with it, to extremely meh, and then at the end I kinda hate it a little

Maybe I'm just looking at it from a very biased perspective but this just...bothered me so much, and I'm not that hardcore of a TF fan enough to articulate why it bothered me so much

But I'm gonna try. Sorry if this is just turns into an all-over-the-place rant, but that's the only way I can convey my feelings on this:

Okay, let's start with something general about the series that I kinda noticed after watching TR. It seems like it just takes itself too seriously. From what I read, this trilogy was meant to be more mature but like...c'mon guys, this is Transformers we're talking about. It's a big elaborate marketing scheme. Why are we being edgy about it? I mean, even the Bay movies had their moments of silliness

It got to the point I started associating it to the '86 movie in regards to the character deaths. I'm not one to complain too much about death, I know there are times and places for it, but after the 4th one I was just like...okay really, was all that necessary?

It also pisses me off because they revived Optimus (who died at the very end of TR btw) at the very last second, but refused to revive all the other character deaths. Yes, Optimus is known to die and get revived, and we all love him for that, but he only gets revived because...somehow Solas Prime going back to being completely dead allowed the Matrix to revive him? I didn't...really get it. I'm trying not to be mad about it, but it was one of those things where I'm just like...bro you either shouldn't have died in the first place or you should have stayed dead

(ngl I'm just salty in general that Optimus was only here for 10 minutes, they only killed him off because it's just what you have to do)

Getting into the story, though, I don't think the plot was terrible, but it didn't hit right for me. Like I went into this thinking we were going to see all previous Primes coming together to stop Megatronus the Fallen, but no. Megatronus and Solas Primes were the only Primes we see (not counting Optimus, Rodimus, and Optimal Optimus). DID WE NOT LEARN FROM CW ABOUT FALSE ADVERTISING??? SMH

But even if it wasn't the worst plot in the world, some things just didn't make sense. Like how is mass genocide supposed to revive Solas Prime's spark? Is sacrificing every single spark of a transformer the requirement to bring back one Prime? And even then, when she shows up as a ghost thing everyone is still alive and kicking. Then they remove the artifacts completely from the machine keeping her spirit around AND IT'S STILL THERE

I MAY BE STUPID AND JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND, BUT IT BUGGED ME THE ENTIRE FINAL BATTLE

And Unicron is also involved because of fucking course we have to involve Unicron! And I hated it because he possessed Hot Rod the entire freaking time and made my boy kill people! To the point that in the end that trauma will stay with him and Optimus implies he'll never recover from the guilt!

FUCK YOU! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY BOY!

AND ANOTHER THING ABOUT THAT ENDING THAT WAS STUPID

THEY ENDED IT ON A CLIFFHANGER SHOWING THAT STARSCREAM SURVIVED AND IS ALIVE

YOU ARE NOT FOLLOWING UP WITH THIS, WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK IS THIS ENDING SUPPOSED TO IMPLY??????

sigh.......

Moving on (no, sadly, I'm not done)

Another thing that kinda bugged me here was the continuity. I went into this thinking it was just its own thing and it would have sprinkles of references here and there like any other TF media I've been consuming. As I kept watching, it seems this is like a mashup of G1 and the comics (IDW in particular maybe? though some aspects seem to be taken from other comics). I don't think this is a bad thing, but there were moments where I found myself just being like...am I supposed to know this stuff?

I'm a basic enough fan that I know most of these characters and the lore, but there are so many things that I had to rely on a database for to better understand characters and plot. For example, during my watch of CW, I had to look up the Camiens to get a better idea who they were because I haven't touched anything they're a part of yet. And now here with Overlord, who was introduced in the Japanese G1 continuity before the comics picked him up, we learn that he associates with Unicron and The Fallen in order to get revenge on Megatron and I'm just sitting here like...revenge for what?

I wouldn't call this a very glaring flaw, as I'm sure this trilogy was made with hardcore TF fans in mind and not newcomers, but for anyone who is very new to the franchise, they won't have a lot of understanding of some things. Anything you don't know or if there are things you haven't heard of, you need to do extra research

Also I'm not a Beast Wars expert (as has been brought to my attention numerous times throughout my dive into TF media lol) but from what little I have gathered, the Maximals are like...meant to be descendants of the Autobots, right? But Optimus Primal here in this age guarding the Requiem Blaster for who knows how long? I know he won some kind of poll they did as promotional matieral, so maybe that's why they put him here? Or maybe there was a retcon somewhere in 40 years where he and other Maximals are around during the age of the Autobots, and they put him in this particular position because he's cool, I'm so tired of digging through the wiki to understand this stuff...

(side note: while it's cool that they got Ron Perlman to voice Primal (and apparently he plays him in the movie ROTB so that's cool), part of me wishes they brought back Garry Chalk to reprise the role. No disrespect to Ron, I just think Garry's cool)

Characterization-wise...honestly the only people I can really comment on are Megatron, Perceptor, and Grimlock. Perceptor is...Perceptor. ngl he kinda annoyed me during all of this, but he kinda annoyed me in G1 too so that tracks. And Me, Grimlock is always nice to see. You can't really go wrong with Grimlock tbh. It was super cool seeing him and the other Dinobots turn into Volcanicus

But for Megatron, I guess this trilogy was presented as some kind of redemption arc for him because he grew from regular antagonist, to anti-hero, to an actual heroic figure. He still has that typical Megatron attitude, so him being thrown into this position didn't feel forced to me. It was actually fun watching him at times. I just kinda wish Optimus was alive to lead with him. It would have been nice to see them working together and mending a friendship that the trilogy implied they did have (Optimus referring to him as his brother like in other continuities)

You all know my feelings about how they treated Rod...

Megatronus was kinda cool I guess, and his plot to bring back his lost love was interesting. It's just weird to me that it took him now after millennia of his banishment (which was apparently self-inflicted???) to think of this plan to revive Solas. What, did Megatron taking on his name and doing evil during the Great War in honor of the first Decepticon intrigue him so much he decided to put the plan on the backburner? It kind of was a long-game sort of thing but I still kept wondering why he chose now of all times?

Solas Prime...eh I guess? I think she's an interesting character, and her basically solving the conflict by being like, "If I'm dying I'm taking you with me because you're literally fucking everything up," was definitely something. I am confused on how exactly she died in the first place. Like the Requiem Blaster wasn't even facing her when it went off. It looked like it blew up the entire area but Megatronus--who was literally inches away from her--wasn't effected at all? I watched that scene twice and I still didn't really understand what happened...

Ugh, overall it was very underwhelming as a finale for the trilogy. The action didn't hit like in TR, and the plot dragged a lot for me. Maybe if you're a hardcore Optimus Primal fan you'd be into it, but I don't know him that well yet so for now...I missed Robot Dad, and Robot Son deserved better

4/10 rating

[faceless-mirror]

Ship: HozierxNBOC

CHAPTER 1

Ainsley has just endured a soul-tearing experience. They're working on themselves and living for themself for once. When they meet Andrew while on vacation in Ireland. What starts as an entertaining distraction soon seems to grow as they both heal and grow together.

[This is a mild slowburn fic]

Taglist: @shifting-philosopher

(Please feel free to message if you would like to be included in the taglist.)

Ainsley was on the back of the Belgian draft horse, now known as Peaches. Granted it was terrifying. The horse seemed to be almost twice the height of its rider. Ainsley sighed, urging the horse forward, sighing contently. It wasn't so scary, granted the horse was on a lead but it was a start. Eventually, Sam took off the lead letting Ainsley take control. breathing slowly as they rode the large creature. As they got used to it, a free feeling started to blossom in their chest. They took their time riding and getting used to... being up high for once. And moving. The moving was a bit harder to get used to.

By the time Ainsley felt at home, it was time to dismount, which was a whole new struggle for the five-foot-one rider. They were almost certain they'd land on their ass, but thankfully didn't, thanks to Sam's help.

Ainsley helped Sam with the horse best they could which mostly consisted of petting Peaches. 

Before long Ley was headed back to the house they now lived at with their dad, sighing softly, everything was going to take time. But they at least had a little relief, one fear at a time. Build trust back up with the world. Yes just to have it ripped away again. An intrusive thought pressed like a hot iron rod in their mind. They forced it out swallowing and took a deep breath. No. I won't let it happen again.

-_-_-_-

A week passed. Ainsley was settled in their bedroom, trying to keep their mind off the world music playing as they relaxed. Hozier's melodic voice filled their room keeping them from feeling too alone as their dog huffed next to them. The dog was a beagle, looking at their owner in exhaustion. "Don't look at me like that, fluff butt." Ley sighed closing the laptop and yawned looking over at the dog, Dixie. "You don't get to be judgy. You lick your own ass." they scoffed and got up stretching, heading for the door. Before they reached the door the dog not so gracefully faceplanted into the door with a loud thump. "You are not a bright dog." They sighed and shook their head heading downstairs at last.

They ruffled their hair gently, a few days ago they decided to start going back to long hair, maybe it was time to go back to long hair after years. As they made their morning meal they sighed slightly noticing an envelope on the counter from their dad's cousin who owned the farm addressed to them.

They cringed a bit at the liberal use of female pronouns but sighed, it was work, and boy did it pay well. Maybe work there for a while and then maybe go to Ireland and get away from this mess for a bit.

They took a bite of their food before calling the number to accept the job offer.

-_-_-_-

It wasn't easy work, to say the least, but as time went on, Ley found themself starting to enjoy it, along with getting to ride the horses more often. They still spoke to their ex-fiance. They still loved them, and they were still good friends. It was still painful and heartbreaking. But Ainsley managed to find new friends as well through the heartbreak. 

A few days after working at the farm they froze staring at a group chat they were in with their ex-fiance. Engagement rings. The caption obviously wasn't meant to be for them to see but it hurt never the less. 

Ethan and I like these ones.

Rage immediately boiled up, hurting. They wanted to comment... they wanted to tell them to suck a dick, to fuck themself, to just go away, everything. But they didn't. Ley backed out feeling sick to their stomach and angry. Furious. So they took it out on the barn. Working hard on making it spotless.

After they did and had blisters on their hands, they sat down roughly before turning to their new friends, telling them how replaced and helpless they felt in the moment. It didn't feel like they had meant anything to start with. They knew Ethan. And their ex-fiance was already moving on with their other partner it seemed without care for how their relationship ended.

All the pain in their chest and heart bubbled up and they doubled over sobbing desperately, shaking. Everything hurt. Everything was wrong. And they were lost.

They ended up talking to their ex-fiance, telling them how they felt, making the feeling of being used worse it seemed. But now they were sighing softly ruffling their hair, praying they could go on their trip before too much longer. They needed space to think.

[umberpath]

my friends seemed to like this warm-up, so here it is. the premise was that I put a song on repeat and write whatever comes to mind, in this case it was Mitski's "Washing Machine Heart". Everything is improvised :-)

It was the evening of the official fuck-up. The big one. The night that ruined everything. Eveline tossed her head back, the red curtains of her lips drawn to bare hungry pearl. "You don't know what you're dealing with," she said. It was one of those things you earned the right to say when you'd knocked a few thugs to the floor. She stood surrounded by them now, scattered here and there, stupid leather jackets bunched and bloody.

"I know better than anyone, sweetheart." Adeline was like rain on the highway. Pretty, until one wrong turn sent you coasting into the ditch. "So, what, are we doing this again? You ask me to say sorry, I don't?" The girl tittered. "Oh you~! No, not this time. I have a proposal." Eveline's brow furrowed. "A little bird told me you're not doing so well getting out of your debt, and I have exactly what you need. You just proved you can handle it." "What, a fight?" Adeline only waited. Her smile spoke for itself. Cars rolled by on the road outside. The jukebox rumbled the same old hits as it sputtered its dying glow. Annoying shit always happened here, for some reason. Always this diner. "You can't be serious," Eveline said. "I'm not going back in there for one fucking dance." "How about a handful? There's a tournament I have my eyes on." "Oh great. You need a show dog," she scoffed. The white coat on Adeline was a cute look. She hadn't got so much as a speck of red on her. "More or less." There hadn't been a tournament worth watching, let alone fighting, in forever. "So what's in it for me?" "Money. I'll get you out of your little gutter and we can shake like equals. No more back and forth." Eveline frowned. "I don't trust you." "You don't have to. There's paperwork. You'll have proof that you've earned anything you fight for, and we can sort out the winnings later." "And what if I don't say yes?" "Nothing changes. You stay hungry. Eventually, when your luck runs out, you'll die alone in an alleyway with your pockets slit by someone just a little more desperate than you. No one will ever notice you disappear. Not even me." "Well, fuck, that's depressing." Adeline clasped her gloved hands. "So, are you in?" There were all the reasons in the world to say no. Every gut instinct rejected it. It had to be a trap. But god, what was there to lose? At this point Eveline was down to her last jacked bike battery. Without her hot rod… "Okay. Fine. Count me in." Five words. Five years of suffering.

[discountwives]

the carpenter and the stable boy 

refs i used:

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[dragua32]

Creamer

Coco: Hey Jaune, can you help me get a drink?

Jaune: Are you sure? Last time you had trouble handling it......

Coco: Yes, I’m sure, or I wouldn’t be asking. Now you gonna help?

Jaune: Yes of course, let’s go.

*Somewhere else in private*

Coco down on her knees: Dang Jaune! What did you do to this, it’s gotten bigger!

*Coco’s astonished by Jaunes’ size*

Jaune embarrassingly: C’mon Coco it’s not that b-

Coco: SUSH!!!!! You will take that compliment and like it! Now quite.... Please?

With quite in the air now, Coco gets to work. As before her was Jaune’s semi-hard cock. It had been a while since their last encounter that she had seen it. Coco reached for Jaune’s length, gently wrapping her hand around its girth and slowly starting to stroke it, earning a soft moan from Jaune.

She loved that; she loved hearing his moans as he would always try to muffle it. As she slowly increased her speed she could feel his cock getting bigger, a hunger was building in her, one she knew would be satisfied.

She pulled in close to his length and gave it a soft kiss on the tip. But she couldn’t stop there, she moved down his length kissing every inch, till she reached his base and she wanted more. Coco reached for the buckle of his pants and undid them, and letting his pants drop to his heels freeing his balls. She gave them a good long lick, dragging them up and down and across those full orbs. Leaning in she engulfed those orbs in her mouth giving them good suck, and letting them go with a *pop*.

Jaune was beside himself, keeping himself steady while Coco was working her magic as she slobbered his cock and balls. He looked down and was greeted by the sight of Coco making eye contact with him. She held her gaze while working her mouth on his balls and stroking his cock. Coco went at it for bit longer to get him all hard and erect while she still held eye contact.

Now her mission was done he was all erect, his massive member throbbing, she got under it and held Jaune’s cock on her face. It was an intoxicating feeling that massive, hot, girthy rod on her face. She pulled herself back, getting a good look at the cock, and then to Jaune. “Alright Jaune, be rough, be vigorous, use my throat like you used me last time. Be fierce, tiger.” Coco cooed while she hooked her mouth, prying it open.

Jaune stepped forward aiming his cock at Coco’s open mouth and nodded, “Remember, three taps” he spoke gently and Coco nodded back.

Jaune rested his hands on Coco’s head and grabbing her hair as well getting a good grip; and slowly started pulling her closer. His tip being met by her tongue and then by her mouth, wet and hot were all he could feel as inch my inch his cock made its way in Coco’s mouth and down her throat. Jaune was slightly surprised that she was taking it so well, and with a quick jerk forward Coco swallowed all of Jaune’s cock down to its base and his balls resting on her chin. Thankfully Jaune had been good to keep himself trimmed and for that Coco stretched her tongue under Jaune’s shaft giving his balls a quick lick. Jaune perked up quickly at that sensation and a small smile escaped, he knew what to do. He slowly pulled Coco’s head back his cock now covered and glistening with her saliva, and before his tip left her mouth he plunged his entire length back down her throat with a strong thrust. Back and forth he went with his thrusts making sure to bury his cock in her throat, accompanied by the slap of flesh from his balls hitting Coco’s chin. It was an amazing feeling, her hot, wet throat surrounding his cock as he face fucked her, it was intoxicating. So much so that he increased his pace thrusting hard, he could see tears running the sides of her cheeks, but she didn’t gag; Coco certainly had worked on her gag reflex to take Jaune’s cock. Minutes had gone by and he kept going, and she just took it, and Jaune felt a tingle in his loins. “I’m gonna cum soon.” He let her know and her response was to just grip his thighs firmly as Jaune hammered away, and true enough he was at his limit, “CUMMING!!!” Jaune roared as he pulled Coco’s head in, his cock balls deep in her as he let loose his hot seed down her throat, wave after wave of cum washed down her throat. Coco pushed her face in more into his groin as she swallowed his semen, she wrapped her arms around his legs as Jaune continued pumping cum down her throat and she happily swallowed it all filling her belly with the thick Arc seed. As his pumps slowed Coco unwrapped her arms and reached for Jaune’s balls massaging them as she gave his cock a final suck, draining the cum from his family jewels. Coco kept his cock in her mouth keeping it warm before Jaune started slowly pulling back. Coco didn’t want to let it go, but she had to as they had places to be, so she let go of his cock with *pop*.

“You alright?” Jaune asked while running a hand through her hair, Coco nodded. “Do you want to lick it clean?” He asked, and Coco perked up excitement in her eyes. Extending her tongue out and started lick his cock up, running her tongue up and down getting the sweet mix of saliva and cum, and in minutes Jaune’s cock was cleaned as she gulped down the last of his cum. “Well, hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.” Jaune said while pulling up his pants and buckling them, “Oh, I did, Tiger” Coco winked as she licked her lips. “Good, I’m going to meet up with Yang for our match, want me to call you later?” Jaune asked as he fixed his clothing. “You could knock instead.” Coco replied. Jaune stopped for a moment his brain processing what Coco just said, but before he could respond she slapped his ass, “Go, you don’t want to keep Yang waiting.” Jaune opened the door and before he readied himself to sprint, he turned to face Coco, “Wait, you’re not going to say good luck?” he asked. Coco smirked, “You don’t need luck, tiger.” Jaune’s ears turned red, turned back around and ran. Coco kept her eyes on his bubble butt as he ran out of sight. “Good luck, tiger.” She whispered to herself. Coco reached for her pocket mirror and a wet wipe and got rid of all the evidence of this encounter, she gave herself one final look over and left with a spring in her step.

“Tiger, eh?” Coco froze in place hearing that all to familiar voice. She turned around to see a very familiar face. “Hey Vel.” Coco paused. “How much of that did you hear?” She asked. “All of it.” Velvet responded.

“Oh.” Coco acknowledged “Well then.” she paused, “Don’t tell Nora.”

[dddomenstarstwst]

➜ New Sensation

Prompt: Sounding

Character: Tsumugi Aoba

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Sub!Tsumugi, dom!gn!reader, sounding, dry orgasm, ruined orgasm, overstimulation, Tsumugi has masochistic tendencies

Word count: 625

I almost forgot my love for sounding, silly me. And of course our little maso-boy tsumugi is the perfect candidate for it!

Tsumugi takes a deep breath, his eyes falter when he sees you approach with a black velvety box in your hands. You smile to him, setting a box next to Aoba. You open it and he gasps, a set of six metallic rods lies inside. You grab his hand and make him trace cold metal, Tsumugi bites his lip.

"I-Is it... Gonna be inside me?" You giggle at his cute question, nodding. His yellow eyes settle on yours and Tsumugi stutters your name. How cute. "Don't worry, Tsumu, I'll make sure you'll love it! Shall we start?"

He nods, and you motion him to lay comfortably, while you pick out a rod. You choose the smallest, as it was his first time, it wouldn't hurt as much but still will be pleasurable for Tsumugi. You stroke his cock until it's fully hard and show him the rod. "I'm inserting it, okay?"

Aoba whimpers something similar to a 'yes' and you slowly align a metallic stick to his slit. Your boyfriend holds his breath in when you press the tip inside. Tsumugi grips your wrist, a sudden new sensation in his dick sends jolts through his body. His legs start shifting on the bed so you sit on top of them.

"Shh, it's okay. Just a little more, okay?" You continue inserting the rod until it's all inside. Tsumugi looked like he was ascending: his mouth fell open, drool spilling down his chin, eyes unfocused and hazy. You rub his forearm in comforting circles, waiting for him to come back to you.

"It's... Weird. G-good weird, hah.." you hum in response, wrapping your hand around his base, moving it up and down slowly. Aoba shakes his head, incoherent sounds leave his drooling mouth. "Tsumugi, you need to relax, I don't wanna hurt you! Breathe with me. In. Out. In and out." He takes deep breaths, finally calming down.

You reward him with a head pet and a kiss to his temple, to which your boyfriend lets out a small laugh. Your hand resumes its pace, and quickly Tsumugi gets pretty close to his orgasm. "Mn– W-want to cum! P-please!" You give him a permission, but he struggles, tears pooling in his eyes, forming into fat hot drops. "I c-can't! I don't– Ah!"

You ignore his pleas and fasten your movements, ripping broken moans from him. Tsumugi's hips buckle up and you feel his dick twitch as he cums, though nothing comes out, and your boyfriend whines in confusion. You suppress a laugh, of course he doesn't know.

"Baby, congratulations! It was your first dry orgasm, I'm proud of you!" He licks his bitten lips, trying to calm his breath. You bring your finger to the end of the metal rod and press lightly on it. Tsumugi throws his head back, legs tensing in overstimulation. Your fingers take the rod almost fully out, only to slide it in slowly. You proceed to fuck his slit, observing his erratic reactions.

Aoba begs you to stop, but soon asks for more - conflicted, he looks at you, tear-stained face flushed red, lips trembling. You bring him close to the edge, and when he says he's coming, you swiftly take out the rod. Tsumugi slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle a scream, while his cum pathetically drips out of his dick.

"Looks like you're a real winner, Tsumu! A dry and a ruined orgasm in one night! I wish you could've seen your face, baby," you don't think he heard you properly, too focused on freshly discovered sensations. Aoba pants heavily, before gulping and looking you straight in the eye.

"I need more," he's a little masochist, you think. And you surely don't want to keep your masochist waiting.