#It was a pleasure to draw 😌😌

[thatsitso]

Taimizu commission for @fuukonomiko 🤭

[magpiesketchins]

Lingering touches

[good-beanswrites]

🫵pain and tasty

So you're saying it still is tasty! Don't you worry, I'll cook up something delicious soon >:3

(and bonus little guy)

[nyan-toaster]

wow my last drawing really blew up 0_0 thank you so much for the likes and reblogs! I decided to share another one of my drawings with d-16 and a little self insert. There’s one with him normal and then the other is him as a yandere bc it’s my guilty pleasure 😌

[zorrasucia]

“okay, slow down, you’d never done this until 5 minutes ago” with virgin carmy 🧎🏼‍♀️

Hello, Anon! 💜

Of course! This takes place in his Copenhagen era. Thank you for allowing me to continue my ongoing campaign for Virgin!Carmy 😌 I hope you like it!

"I didn't expect you to cook," you said, watching Carmy plate pasta with ease, a healthy serving of parmesan cheese on top. "Thought you'd be sick of it at the end of the day. It smells delicious, by the way."

"Thanks," he smiled shyly as he sat in front of you, the boat swaying a little. "Wanted to make you something from home."

You didn't know what to expect when Terry arranged for you to meet up with her new golden boy, Carmy, but this was feeling more and more like a blind date. Weirdly enough, you didn't mind her meddling this time.

"Where's home?" you asked.

"Chicago. You?"

"I don't even know where my home is anymore. Before Copenhagen, I was in London for a long while. And I haven't been to visit Aunt Terry in months..."

Carmy arched an eyebrow but didn't ask.

"She's my godmother, Chef Terry, not my actual aunt. I don't usually tell people about it, don't want to make her look bad," you shrugged, something about Carmy made it so easy to open up. "For whatever it's worth, I tried to stay away from cooking and baking and everything, I really did. I just couldn't."

"I get it. Why desserts though?" he asked.

"There's something freeing about them," you bit your lip, trying to put it into words. "You know how they're described, right? It's always decadent, confection, guilty pleasure - things like that. You can be creative."

When you looked up, Carmy was smiling - he looked younger and softer.

"I like that. Sounds nice."

"It is," you smiled back and took a forkful of spaghetti. It was delicious. "Oh, this is incredible," you hummed.

Carmy beamed.

While you dried the dishes, you caught a glimpse of one of Carmy's drawings.

"You make these?"

He looked up from the sink and flushed. "Helps me remember details," he explained shyly, avoiding your gaze.

You learned he had notebooks full of vegetables and dishes, diagrams for plating and cooking. You were surprised to find one of the pastries you had been working on perfecting there too, notes scribbled on the side. Your fingernails traced the lines carefully.

"You can have it," he offered.

"Really?"

He had an adoring, boyish look on his face and you melted inside.

"Yeah," he said, tearing out the page and giving it to you.

"Thanks," you said and without thinking, leaned in to kiss him.

It was quick, a gentle peck. As soon as you parted, you realized you wanted more - you both did.

"Can you- Would you do that again?" Carmy asked.

You tilted your head, moving slowly, relishing the moment right before the kiss, the way his lips parted slightly in anticipation. When you pressed your lips to his again, you took your time, let him cup your face and caress your waist as your tongue touched his lower lip.

When you parted, he looked relieved - that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

"I didn't think we would do anything like this tonight," you said, your voice breathy from the kisses Carmy was leaving on your neck and collarbone.

You had spent the last half hour making out on his bed, slowly losing layers of clothing. Your blouse and trousers were on the floor, along with his jeans and t-shirt. His right hand was on your breast, caressing your nipple through the fabric of your sports bra, your right hand was palming his cock through his boxers.

"Neither did I," he exhaled into your skin, his thumb hooking on the elastic of your panties. "It's good though?"

He looked up at you for confirmation.

"I- uh-" you hesitated.

"Shit," Carmy froze, starting to withdraw from you.

"No, wait, Carmy," you grabbed his wrist before he could get away. "It's great. You're great. It's just, I've been busy so I didn't- It's a little hairy down there is what I'm trying to say," you said awkwardly, your fingers intertwined with his on your hip, trying to convey your meaning.

Carmy tilted his head, confused. "Okay... Something wrong?"

"I don't know if you're, uh, used to girls that shave it all or- I don't know. Men can be assholes about body hair," you said, a little defensively.

"I'm not used to anything," Carmy said, chuckling nervously. "I like what you look like."

"Oh," you smiled. "Okay."

"Okay?"

You nodded, getting rid of your bra, while he tugged down your underwear.

Carmy got close, his right hand moving to cup your pussy, carding his fingers through the hair, caressing. It made you hum.

"Want to taste you," he whispered.

"Yes," you squeezed his bicep, encouraging him.

"Just- Shit. I think I might be bad at it," he said, his eyes suddenly looked vulnerable.

"Evil ex told you that?" you asked gently, trying to lighten the mood.

He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "I've never done it," he confessed. "Don't want to fuck it up with you."

"Carmy," you touched his chest, tracing soothing patterns, calming him. "You said you wanted a taste, right?" he nodded. "There's no way you can fuck that up. If you make me feel good, that's great but I don't need it to be perfect, okay?"

He kissed you, slow and soft - thank you. Then, deep and full of lust - I want you.

He made his way down your body, licking and nipping at skin, stopping between your legs. You opened them wider for him to settle. He took a good look at you, fingers touching your outer lips with care.

"Beautiful," he exhaled and it tickled you in the most delicious way. You shivered.

He started giving you long, vertical licks, tracing the contour of your folds, almost like he was trying to memorize the shape of you. You moaned low. It was good. There was no rhythm to it but was making you wet and restless.

"Mhmm," you encouraged him, carding your fingers through his curls.

Tracing the lines of you and listening to your breathing, he found your clit. After a couple of his licks were followed by sharp inhales he decided to stay there, kissing and licking, becoming frantic, quickly addicted to the sound of your pleasure.

"Oh! Fuck. Okay, slow down, you’d never done this until five minutes ago," you pulled on his hair, trying to keep his tongue from completely undoing you.

"Shit. That bad?" Carmy asked, sitting up.

"Too fast," you tried to catch your breath. "Too fast."

"Fuck, sorry," he soothed the skin of your thighs and your hips.

"It's- You found the spot. That's good. Just- take your time with it," you explained. "Let me savor it."

He chuckled, your play on words reminding him that he had tasted you and then some.

"Okay," he kissed the valley between your thigh and your hip, soft and sensual, like he was trying it out.

You smiled fondly, watching him slowly kiss his way back to your pussy, open-mouthed, gentle. A needy sound caught in the back of your throat when he finally got close to where you wanted him.

Carmy's eyes widened.

"Oh. Got it," he mumbled, realizing that half the fun was making you wait for it.

He tortured you, carefully finding every place that gave you pleasure. Then, he built up a rhythm that had you writhing on the sheets, fighting the grip he had on your hips, trying to fuck his face, and he paused.

"I've made a monster," you complained, panting and caressing his face - shiny with his sweat and your arousal.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Can't believe you're letting me do this."

You exhaled and giggled giddily. "Can't believe you're enjoying this so much."

"Mhmm," Carmy nuzzled the inside of your thigh, his roman nose tracing zigzags while you caught your breath.

When he started again, he was a little rougher - sucking harder than he had dared so far, hoisting your legs above his shoulders. You moaned low and squeezed your breast, looking for something to keep you grounded. Carmy caught your movements and rushed to replace your hand with his, humming in approval as you intertwined your fingers. You closed your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure.

He stopped for a second.

"Eyes on me," he growled.

And he kept on devouring you.

You struggled to keep eye contact with how vehemently he was sucking on your pussy, lewd noises coming from his mouth. He was making you gasp for breath and grab desperately at the bedsheets underneath.

You were vaguely aware of the mattress shaking - was Carmy grinding into it? You didn't check or ask any further questions - he was humming in delight against your pussy, lips closed around your clit and eyes fixed on you. He arched his eyebrows. Now? You nodded eagerly.

"Please, Carmy," you keened.

He kept sucking on you, his grip on your breast and thigh getting forceful enough to bruise as you reached your high. You came with a needy sound, something between a whine and an exhale, legs shaking and hips grinding towards his face.

You regained your bearings just in time to see Carmy humping the mattress desperately, drowning gravelly moans into your thigh as he came too.

"Fuck," you sighed, your fingers soothing Carmy's scalp, probably sore from you pulling on it hard all that time. "Oh, my God. Carmy..."

"Sorry. Shit, sorry," he panted, his sticky cheek resting on your hip.

"Are you seriously apologizing for making me cum?" you giggled.

"I couldn't hold it back any longer," he explained.

You didn't tell him how hot it was to see him like that, completely lost in wanting you, cumming in his boxers because he liked eating you out that much. He wouldn't believe it.

So instead you said: "Guess that means we'll have to see each other again. So I can repay the favor."

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi love your writing! I was wondering if I can request a steamy shower sex drabble with Miguel

(I swear this fictional man is going to be the death of me) ❤️🤭

hii!! tyy!! :( I got u 😌 thanks for requesting, hope you like it 💌

—

SHOWER HOUR

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

word count: 369 (sorry, it's more of a blurb, than drabble)

warnings: 18+ only !! sexually explicit content (p in v, implied oral, word porn) think that’s it?? mdni

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

Slow Sunday mornings with Miguel would always be your favourite, snuggled up in his big, burly arms, sheets draped over your bare bodies as the late morning sun crept through the blinds.

It was always a struggle to leave his embrace in the morning, and the only way to get out of bed would be the compromise of sharing a shower- one that would inevitably lead to sex.

Which brings you to now, your back splayed against the cold, wet tiles, caged in his hold once more as he winds his hips up into you, his thick cock stuffed deep inside you, repeatedly hitting all your gummy sensitive spots.

His broad back shields the running water from you, pumping into your pretty pussy as he pins you against the wall, your weight balanced upon his thick thighs.

He's everywhere- all over you. Fingers tangling in your hair, tongue on your throat, meaty dick buried far inside you, as if he knows all your pleasure spots, skillfully prodding at them all at once. Coaxing out his favourite sounds from you- your strangled cries and whimpers, whiney mutter-like noises about how good he's making you feel. It was all like music to his ears, like air to his ego - everything fueling his deep-rooted need for you. 

"So perfect," he whispers into your dampened skin, a stifled moan catching in his throat when he feels your cunt tighten, your body instinctively responding to his praise. "Yeah, just like that. Do it again."

You do as told, your walls choking his fat cock, clamping and releasing him in a steady rhythm that matches his sloppy thrusts, all of it causing desperate pleas to slip past each of your mouths, moans muffled together under the cascading water.

He wouldn't stop until his legs gave out, pumping his thick, swollen cock into you, drawing out orgasm after orgasm, or until you simply couldn't take anymore. And even then, he'd have difficulty dragging himself from the gooey warm spot between your thighs, instead choosing to reward you with his face buried in your pussy, sucking at your severely sensitive clit till you're pushing his head away. Begging to taste his pretty girl one last time. <33 !!

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[shalomniscient]

Thoughts on fucking arle in her boss form, go.

IN LIGHT OF THE TRAILER..... [nsft utc--]

i like to think that she just gets. bigger. in her boss form. in every sense of the word. hands, height, frame. dick. she'll have to go so many rounds to prep you just so even half can fit. and by that point you're delirious with pleasure, crying from your eyes and your cunt, clawing at whatever surface you can reach to ground yourself. and as terrifying as she appears in this form, she is also the most gentle, because she knows she can genuinely hurt you like this.

she'll put her hands on your hips and slowly guide you up and down her cock since your legs are pretty much useless at this point. they're warm, caressing up and down your sides as she, for all intents and purposes, uses you as her own personal fleshlight. each movement has you seeing stars from the sheer size of her, and you squirt twice before she even cums. and when she does it spills out of your stretched cunt that clenches so tightly it forces her out, letting the rest of her cum paint white ropes along your abdomen.

the sight is nearly enough to make her hard again, crimson wings darkening just like her eyes with lust, but seeing your utterly fucked out form gives her pause. for your sake, she settles for sliding down between your legs to start lapping at your ruined pussy. you squirm and whine hoarsely as she languidly eats you out, her tongue drawing out some of the load she'd just dumped in you and making it spill onto the bed. but that's alright, because all it takes is for her to push two fingers into you to sufficiently plug you up and ensure no more of it spills. she draws another trembling, weak orgasm from you, maybe two, before she decides to call it a night before you lose too much fluids.

she'll shift back into her regular form and scoop you into her arms before heading to the bath to clean you up and give you some husband-level aftercare 😌😌😌 live laugh love arlecchino <333

[scarletlizzard]

thinking abt older sisters bsf! nat 🤭

your sister being wanda, and nat is obviously her best friend. wanda is always protective with you but since you both grew up with nat she could easily slip through the gaps.

her and wanda would always come home as a pair when they did, you chose to live with your parents while you attendees a smaller local college.

the first time natasha fucked you she snuck off away from wanda while she was sleeping, she’d find you still awake probably studying. she begged you to stop for a bit and come hangout with her.

you two would be cuddled up in your bed watching something, her hand would slowly roam your body.

you’d share a small kiss that would lead to her fucking you into your mattress. 🤭🤭🤭

every time wanda and your parents would go out to do something, natasha would make up some excuse not to go and she’d stay and fuck you the whole time they were gone.

ugh i love this so much 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Oh okay so this is what we're rocking with today? Cause yeah anon, you've hooked me!! 😌😳

A few thoughts on that if I may ✍️

The first time she snuck in your room, she convinced you to watch a movie with her. It started out innocently at first. After all, this was something you would regularly do, but usually not with just the two of you. As you watched the screen, her hand rested on your thigh, caressing the skin. It would inch up closer, painfully slow, and you couldn't deny the ache in your lower stomach building. Your thighs pressed together tightly.

"What's the matter sweetheart?"

With a smirk on her lips, forcing you to tell her how bad you needed her. How you wanted her to make you feel good. She kissed you softly at first, savoring the way your lips tasted, wanting to relish the feeling of your first kiss. Natasha would waste no time after that, knowing at any moment the two of you could be caught.

"You're taking me so well, fuck, this pussy was made for me."

"Shh, sweetheart, you have to be quiet. Don't want to wake anybody up, do you?"

"I know you love it.. the idea that someone could walk in right now and see you being fucked like a slut."

"That's it, baby, that's it. Give me everything. Shh, just one more, one more time."

The two of you spent the night tangled in your sheets, Natasha drawing out orgasm after orgasm from you. She left you a whining, whimpering mess, to the point you couldn't even speak.

She cuddled you until you fell asleep, but when you awoke, she was gone. You went slowly down the stairs, seeing your sister and her best friend eating breakfast at the table. You sat next to Wanda, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

After that night, she spent every minute she could in your presence, coming up with every excuse she could think of to stay home with you. The second the car rolled out of the driveway, she would be on top of you, her hands slipping into your panties wherever you were. She would fuck you for as long as she could whether it be ten minutes or two hours.

One evening, she had you on the couch, enjoying the squirming mess that you were underneath her. Your moans filled the room, along with the sinful sounds of her fucking you.

"That's it pretty girl, just like that. Let me hear those pretty moans."

Because any time you were alone, she wanted to hear those broken cries of pleasure, your name leaving your soft pink lips. But as you moaned her name, the familiar sound of the front door unlocking sent a shock of panic through your both your minds.

The two of you tried to part as quickly as possible, but as Wanda walked in, she could see what she had interrupted. The bag she held dropped, and anger was written on her face as she took in the sight before her: the two of you panting, breathlessly. Natasha was still pulling her shirt over her head while you attempted to put on your sweatpants. Both of you had red and puffy lips. A purple bruise was still fresh on your neck, and your hair was wild.

Wanda looked to you and the to Natasha, her fists clenching at her side as she stepped further into the living room.

"What the fu-"

[possiblystancest]

Stanford Pines ABSOLUTELY thinks about getting Stanley pregnant. Fantasies about it are written in his Stan journal. Drawings of said fantasies

Fkfmoskekej YES

Ford totally was in a dimension where men got pregnant and that viewing planted a seed deep inside him - even back then, he would have dreams of mullet toting brother knocked up by him - carrying his seed, their love child.

God, Ford probably even fantasizes about Stan being all upset at him for getting him pregnant- what are they going to do?? Fucking hell Stanford, look what you did to me! And Ford can't help but groan in pleasure from these ideas flooding his mind.

Then, 30 years later- those ideas still float around in his mind. Especially now that Stan is sporting a beer belly, that slightly firm and pushed out gut looks almost like a pregnant belly- and dear god, does that have Ford /wild/ with ideas, hastily writing them down, sketching Stan as he's out in the yard and making his belly juuust a bit rounder😌

[smoluglies]

A recent commission I did of an adorable cat named Polly! 🥰

It was a real pleasure working on this one, the fireflies and their reflections in Polly’s eyes were especially satisfying to draw 😌✨

If you’re interested in getting a commissioned piece here is a link with more info: https://ko-fi.com/smoluglies/commissions

[onsunnyside]

thinking of JJ teaching you how to kiss 🥺 starting off with little pecks that slowly drag into short kisses. you try hard to follow his lead, but your inexperience is so painfully obvious 😖

this drabble has been turned into a fic 😋 here’s the masterlist: what friends are for

allow me to set the scene: it’s movie night at the chateau, beers and snacks litter the floor, everyone is tucked under blankets as the opening credits flicker on the television screen.

as the marathon went on, JJ couldn’t help but notice that you’d look away during the sex scenes. as your best friend, he knew you weren’t the most experienced, but kissing? “You’ve never been kissed?”

You cover your face, embarrassment flooding in. “You don’t have to say it like that!”

“I’m not—I’m not teasing.” His smile says different. He easily pulls your hands away from your face, “it’s just not what I was expecting.”

“I know, I know. You probably find it so funny.” You huff and roll your eyes, “laugh all you want, jerk.”

And like you expected, he does but quickly apologizes. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, maybe it’s a little funny. But not in a bad way! It’s actually cute.”

Cute?

“It’s adorable.” He coos, pinching your cheek, “itty bitty baby hasn’t had her first kiss… not even with that poster in your bedroom?”

ooohh and when he kisses you: it’s so sweet, so tender. he tastes like beer and a bit of weed, and his lips are softer than they look. he’s slow and steady, pressing his forehead against yours while you take a break.

“You can breathe while we kiss.” He chuckles, nudging your nose with his, “don’t want you passing out on me, sunshine.”

One of his hands slip behind your neck and the other falls to your thigh, warm and gentle. “Do you want to stop?”

You glance at your friends, still passed out on the floor and other couches, the movie playing dully in the background. “No?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“No.” You repeat, firmer this time. “I don’t want to stop. Pl-Please don’t stop.”

How could JJ deny you? Especially when you ask so dreamily with that glazed look in your eyes. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and touch you all over, and make you into a pretty mess. So he connects your lips again, taking the lead and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

The unmistakable wet noises make you a little tingly 😖 along with him tilting your head to kiss you deeper. “You can touch me too,” he murmurs, bringing your hand to the back of his neck, your fingers automatically curl in his blond hair and draw a low groan from his throat.

That’s when you go completely dumb, totally thoughtless, all concerns flying out of your mind and joining the blue birds above your heads.

JJ pulls away, voice raspy, “you keep forgetting to breathe, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” you exhale heavily, heart fluttering in your chest. “I’m not good at this yet.”

His lips trail to your jaw, the movie long forgotten, “It’s okay, we have lots of time to practice.”

I just know he’d offer to teach you other things too, all in the realm of pleasure and intimacy 😌

some over the clothes touching, getting hot and heavy in your bedroom after he sneaked in through the window:

“You gotta keep quiet, baby,” he coos, rubbing your swollen clit through your panties, your juices soaking the poor cotton, “I know it feels good, feels real nice when I play with your pretty pussy, huh?” He can only imagine how you’d taste, “Are you paying attention? You’re gonna have to show me what you learnt after we’re done.”

[snailmail444]

Happy birthday Snail :D I wanna say I really enjoy ur work (especially the one u wrote Abt Sam being forgetful (I totally don’t read and reread it all the time)).

ANYWAYS

How do u think the bachelors would be with a gf who’s quiet in bed (like only heavy breathing and gasps)

Bachelors Quiet GF Headcannons

18+ 🌱 MDNI 🌱 NSFW

This one was SUPER challenging because there were so many options. Think it still came out really authentic to all of them though :) hope you enjoy!! NSFW under the cut!

P.S. thank you for the birthday wishes and the sweet comment about the Sam forgetful piece!! So so glad you like it!! 💞💞💞

Harvey-

💚 Comfort king

💚 He gets it with shyness and whatnot, but he wants you to feel so good and comfortable that you’re okay making sound if you want to

💚 Still! Praising! Even just the lightest little huffs and pants he’s telling you how beautiful you sound and how perfect

💚 Kinda leans dom sometimes without intending to, so he might tell you to be good and make some noise for him

💚 ONLY if you’re in that mode already and if he feels okay pushing it

💚 Looooves when you get noisy even when you’re trying to stay quiet he literally cannot with it

💚 Makes him insane

Elliott-

❤️ Sing for me my angel of music

❤️ No but for real?

❤️ Elliott is fucking DEAD. SET. On having you say what you’re feeling

❤️ He wants to know when you’re feeling good, how good you’re feeling, how much you love what’s happening to you

❤️ In between sweet, long sucks of your cunt he’s asking you if you love it, if you’re close, if you want to come

❤️ Makes you beg for every inch just so he can hear you telling him you’re obsessed with the pleasure he’s giving you 💞

Alex-

🤎 Wouldn’t dream of changing you

🤎 Literally does not say a word about it because he’s got the worlds worst case of heart eyes

🤎 If you’re quiet he thinks it’s so cute and sweet

🤎 Does love for the few occasional whimpers

🤎 But for the most part he’s just happy to be here

🤎 Tells you as much!!

🤎 Probably ends up saying way too much because he can’t keep his little romantic mouth shut during sex

🤎 Especially since the floor is open with the lack of noise on your part

🤎 Probably ends up saying he’s in love with you time like three. Oops lol

🤎 King behavior as always

Shane-

💙 His end game is making you scream

💙 By any means he wants you fucking hollering because of how good you feel

💙 Will overstimulate you to the point of crying if that’s what it takes 💞

💙 Obsessed with drawing it out of you. He knows you can get loud given the proper motivation

💙 And that motivation just so happens to be manhandling and rough fucking

💙 Grunts and groans and asks if you’re holding back on him

💙 Gags you and then tries to make you as loud as possible because he loves the struggle 👀

Sam-

🩷 Talks enough for the both of you

🩷 Honestly doesn’t even think about it

🩷 Figures you’d tell him if you weren’t enjoying yourself

🩷 So he fills in all the spaces with enthusiasm

🩷 literally BABBLING!!!!!

🩷 You feel so good fuck I love it you’re doing so good shit thank you so much you’re perfect—

🩷 Absolutely cannot stop speaking :)

🩷 So if you’re quiet literally don’t even worry with Sam he’s doing the heavy lifting on this one

Sebastian-

🖤 He’s ALSO quiet so he’s not bothered if you feel uncomfortable making noise

🖤 He feels good that you don’t think you have to preform

🖤 Makes whatever noise does come out of you that much hotter

🖤 Throwing on some music to fill the awkward spaces

🖤 Probably ends up taking up a little slack on the talking/noise level

🖤 Not a ton, but definitely humming against your skin

🖤 Can find a better use for his mouth than talking

🖤 And honestly? He can find a better one for yours too 😌

[nightfury18]

I'M BACK!

It took me embarrassingly long time to draw, but! I've finished it!

I've been coping with my creative crisis, and decided to train in sketching. So that's how we get here now.

As I promised, here is another my work based on The Echo Garden fanfic. Unfortunately, it's only a sketch (sorry for awful quality though, my camera refused to focus properly), I wanted to draw something like this in digital, but... Well, I needed to have some rest from my pen tablet recently. I've worked on several arts at the same time plus a comic, so yeah. However, I still love it.

The problem is still the same: RODIMUS, HOW TO DRAW YOU, DUDE?! 😂 Seriously, I searched for references of him and his arms FOR HOURS! The easiest part of him is his helmet and face.

I like to think, that Roddy likes to touch not only Soundwave's tentackles, but also his thin hands and digits too. It feels right and comfy to me idk. It was almost my most favorite part of this sketch. I draw hands not often, but their ones were really a pleasure to draw.

And I think sometimes Roddy prefers to avoid his duties and run from Magnus and Megatron to spend more time with Soundwave. Which has some outcomes, when co-capitan and their sic are searching for him everywhere. OR our dearest Prime has messed up somewhere and is trying to hide from his colleagues behind Soundwave. I think it hilarious 😆 And there's always the "?" sign on his visor like "What have you done this time?", but without any word.

Also when I decided to draw them the first image in my head was the Epilogue scene with Soundwave without his visor. It was so bittersweet, I couldn't handle the urge. It was somehow really difficult to imagine and draw, but I think that he has this little adorable but genuine smile on his wounded face. Smiling Soundwave is something we must protect at all costs🥺

And their crystal. Just because I feel Soundwave and love crystals (and also stones and gems, yeah) like he does. Without color it's difficult to know that it's their exact one, but let's just imagine it's colored, ok?

Of course, again my greatest thanks to AltraViolet for majestic five days of reading her masterpiece 😌 Sometimes I still get back to re-read some chapters and feel like the first time.

[maymaylyn]

Frank Woods x reader

(Alex Mason x reader)

-Frank gets a call on the landline from Mason while he’s in the middle of something…

Warnings SMUT, gender neutral, Alex gets involved

He doesn’t plan on stopping any time soon, so he takes the phone between his shoulder and jaw. At the same time, he gets into a better position on his knees to rut into you, saying a gruff ‘hello?’ to the receiver. Having the full intent of letting Mason hear you

Mason goes on talking about plans for him to visit or something and goes quiet when he hears a squelching after Frank gives a particularly hard thrust into you. All while your hand is clamped down on your mouth, trying not to have the slightest moan come out. Wide-eyed and looking up at Frank, smirking down at your shitty attempts to be quiet.

On the other side of the line, trying to refrain from unzipping his pants and focus on… oh, what was he asking about again? Frank laughs at him, now talking shit to him about how he’s being a perv for listening in. Trying to hit all the right spots inside you until you’re unable not to moan out.

They both know Mason is rubbing one out while the boys mindlessly chat about seeming nothing important. At the same time, they have both silently agreed to stay on the line. Frank throwing in some yaps about what whores you both are just gets everybody off even more.

+ If Frank's really feeling it, he’ll hand the phone to you so you can ‘talk’ to Mason, too. “Be a good girl/boy for my boy here.” While you grip the phone, trying to hold onto something, Frank lifts your hips and punches moans out of you thrusting harder than before with a tight grip on your hips. Telling you to be polite and speak up.

Mason just continues as usual, but he's already coming and just rubbing the cum around his tip, drawing pleasure out of himself. Asking you now, ‘How are you doing?’. ‘Is he making you feel good? Tell me.’ Anything to hear more of your moans and Franks's faint grunts in the background.

You may even slip up and start calling out for Alex instead of Frank.

“Christmas came early, Mason.”

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@gunnrblze this one’s mainly for you pook😌

[munson-blurbs]

Hi! I’d like to send a request for the Meet-Cute anniversary event! I’d like to be paired with Eddie! My pronouns are she/her. I’d describe myself as extroverted, funny (if I do say so myself 😌💅🏾), and very upbeat! I love history, literature, and music. I don’t know what other details to include BUT I do wear glasses, if that’s relevant.

Your meet cute happens at the Renaissance Faire! Hope you like it 💚

CW: reader wears a dress WC: 534 A/N: Thank you to @pastel-pillows for helping me with Eddie's costume and @storiesbyrhi for helping me with the dialogue! Divider credit to @hellfire--cult

The weekend of Indianapolis’ Renaissance Faire was, in your opinion, the best time of year.

You always went as a kid, your eyes wide as you took in all of the sights, sounds, and smells. Now as a young adult, you actually got to work there. Two full days of wearing a flowy Elizabethan gown while eating discounted turkey legs and speaking in the tongue of the realm? Forget Disneyland; this was your happiest place on Earth.

Your role this year was to stand just beyond the gates and point guests in the right direction. It was easy enough; you liked talking to people and complimenting their costumes. Not to mention that the other performer you’d been paired with was easy on the eyes, to say the least.

Frizzy brunette curls spilled from beneath his flat Tudor cap and fell just below his shoulders. He wore an oversized white t-shirt, its hem cut to be curved, and brown slacks tucked into black boots. A brown leather belt was wrapped around his lithe waist and strapped a costume-store sword to his torso.  

He introduced himself as Eddie the Banished—though you weren’t quite sure where he was banished from. You’d been working side by side for the last three hours, and he’d only left to grab food from a nearby stall. Even then, he hadn’t broken character, continuing to speak as though he had been plucked straight from the Renaissance itself. 

Eddie the Banished also happened to be Eddie the Impossibly Cute and Charming, with quick wit that matched your own. He wasn’t quick, however, in hiding the Steak on a Stake he was trying to inconspicuously eat while still on the clock. 

“Mr. Munson.” Your shift supervisor, Melinda, came marching across the grass. She gave Eddie a pointed glare, not wanting to publicly reprimand him and draw attention to his unprofessionalism. 

Eddie turned to you with exaggerated panic. “The witch has sensed that I’ve procured nourishment!” He exclaimed, lowering the food from her line of vision.

“So save the rest until your break,” you said. 

His eyes widened in mock horror. “In this time of famine?” Eddie shook his head, but sweet smile betrayed any air of annoyance he tried conveying. “I cannot believe a beautiful maiden would suggest such foolishness.”

Beautiful. The compliment warmed you more than the sun shining up above. “Perhaps this beautiful maiden will purchase some sustenance for you, presuming the witch doesn’t have your head on a stake first.”

Eddie cocked one brow and took another sneaky bite of his food. “It appears we have a modern woman on our hands,” he mused. “But who am I, a mere peasant, to turn down her advances?”

You laughed at his feigned contemplation. “Even a mere peasant deserves a reward for a long day’s work.” Letting your hand rest on his shoulder, you continued. “Especially when he has spent the time keeping me thoroughly entertained.”

“With pleasure.” Eddie gave a small bow. He glanced around before lowering his voice to ask, “and maybe the fair maiden will allow me to treat her to a frozen confection?”

Smiling, you leaned in and kissed his cheek. “It would be an honor, Eddie the Banished.”

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[wekdzl]

It gives me pleasure to draw the Captain 😌