#anon tf

[keferon]

The flying fuck

[whenthestarsthrewdowntheirspears]

anon congratulations on having just the worst takes known to man what the fuck

"heavily abusive family" is fanon. sirius ran away from home because of the bigotry, which regulus shared and apparently you do to.

lily is not lesbian and those ships are an insult to her character.

if you hate the actual good characters so much that you have to slander and destroy them then LEAVE. THE. FANDOM.

i promise it will be better off without filth like you xx

I-

oh I’m about to be the Kendrick to your Drake so fucking quick.

“Lily is not a lesbian and those ships are an insult to her character”

Do you realize what you’ve just done anonymous? You’ve just called yourself out. I so wish you’d sent this without making yourself anonymous because you just openly expressed homophobia on the internet.

This is why you hate Jegulus, this is why you send me messages on tumblr like a sad little dungeon dwelling mollusk with no interests other than tearing people down. It’s because of prejudice! Now, seeing as we’ve come to that conclusion, let’s play a game of “spot the irony”

your argument against Jegulus is that James wouldn’t date a bigot, yes? Guess he could never date you then could be?

[phoenixisobsessed]

I’m soo normal about him (In class rn shhh I’ll work on the asks when I’m home.)

[themlemever]

What the actual fuck

hot topic: shota max should be a thing

Unfortunately for me I have no idea what that is but I hope it isn’t what I googled

[devil-in-hiding]

imagine being in a poly relationship with the 141. The sex is great, but you have to admit having four guys topping you all the time is starting to get exhausting. I mean they can all fuck and be fucked by each other, whereas you can only get fucked. So naturally, you buy a strap on. Except you don’t tell them you’re getting it, and you also don’t tell them that the cock you got to wear is insanely hung, thick, and veiny, with a fat knot at the base. You don’t even tell them when it first arrives, you sit in your room alone making sure it fits, and getting confident in how it looks on you, before you show them. But you don’t just whip it out and show them, oh no. You wait till the five of you are already at it, before excusing yourself to the bathroom, saying you “just need a minute to cool down”. And they don’t think anything of it, letting you make your escape as the four of them keep going. But when you get to the bathroom, you pull out the strap you had waiting for you. You put it on, adjust it so it’s fits well, then take a deep breath before walking back in. At first they don’t notice, too cock and hole drunk off of each other to look your way. Gaz looks over at you first, and the lead whimper he lets out alerts the other men to your entrance. Soaps jaw goes slack, Price groans, and Ghost is sizing you up. They all stare at the fat cock hanging from your pelvis, completely at a loss for words. That is, until Gaz and Soap start shoving at each other to decide who goes first 🤭

(I’ve tried to send this ask so many times but it keeps saying there’s an error so I’m praying this actually works)

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I

WANT

TO

GET

THEM

PREGNANT

fuckckforkdkskakskdkkfjrjekdj god damn

god just imagine Simon all fucked out, drooling into the sheets while you just b r e e d his gaped hole, pulling out to watch the way it winks before spitting on it, listening to the slutty little whine he lets out before your teasing his rim with the head of your silicone cock

“such a dumb little cock slut aren’t you Si?”

[tra1nchi]

us who caught diluc (ftm) pleasuring himself in the tavern after it closes and we punish him 🫣 (top reader)

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MINORS DNI!! Top male reader,,Ftm diluc,,caught Masturbation,,

The tavern was finally empty,,Diluc was exhausted,,hastily closing the door after the last drunken customer left,,letting out a long sigh of relief,,He couldn't help but be tired,,dealing with so many drunk bastards each day,,Diluc couldn't help but crave some kind of release

Quickly letting his hair loose,,He could already feel his breathing starting to quicken,,you wouldn't mind right? He'll just be a little late to coming home tonight,,he just needs to let out his frustration,,

Taking off his jacket hurriedly and resting it down on the floor to cushion his ass,,leaning back against the wall as he spreads his legs,,a deep flush coming over his face from how embarrassing the position was,,

"Oh fuck, just one time.." He mutters under his breath,,his hand moving under his pants,,letting out a soft whine at how badly it constricts his hand,,opting to removing them entirely,,shutting his eyes tightly as his finger finally breached his folds

Biting at his lip to stiffle his moans,,Diluc couldn't help himself but do more and more..losing himself in the pleasure off his own fingers from how pent he was that he didn't even notice the sound of the taverns doors opening,,he seemed to have forgotten to lock the door in his desperation..

Diluc was caught,, pantless with his fingers deep inside of his own pussy by you,,his very own darling,,looking up at you with teary eyes from the humiliation but also pleading for you,,needing and craving for you to do more to him,,punish him for worrying you :(

"My darling, I'm sorry..I.. should've came home.." He mutters shamefully but gets soothed by the feeling of your lips on his damp forehead,,your fingers replacing his own making him let out a shaky whimper,,

What he thought was you forgiving him,, would soon turn into hours of fucking him,,right on the floor of his tavern!! He lost count of how many times he had came,,tug on his hair and thrust deep into the right spots and he's yours for the rest of the night!!

The pleasurable punishment had him in all kinds positions some that you both never even attempted before,,it was a perfect way to release the tensions of the day,,right where he belonged,,being fucked senseless by your cock!!!

[quixotical-lymbo]

OMG I LOVED YOU ORION PAX FIC (this bot needs more love) can you do an Orion pax x reader, but it’s the reader’s reaction to Orion falling in that hole thingy? (yk at the end of the movie that D-16 dropped him in) like does

1. the reader goes crazy and bets up D-16 ?

2. jumps in after him?

3. cries and says "HE WAS MY FUTURE"

I need to knowwwww (also take some food bc i know you cooking with your fics 🍎🥐🥯🍔🍗🍟🌯🌮) TYY

Pairing: Orion Pax/Optimus Prime x gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: What happens when a bot witnesses their conjunx endura die in front of their eyes?  Warnings/Tags: Transformers One SPOILERS, guard!reader, cybertronian reader, mild descriptions of violence. Word Count: 1300+ words 

The first time you met Orion Pax was a blurry moment of rushing figures and yelling. This red and blue bot had a reputation, but you didn't know his designation at the time where you first started your job as a guard. 

Well, you certainly knew all about him, especially after your first run in with the troublemaker making his grand exit through a balcony. Of course, you just had to be making your rounds flying around the perimeter of the building when you were tackled out of the sky and pinned against the rooftop of the neighboring building. Groaning as the mech on top of you sputtered a flurry of apologies. The mech ran away without even offering a servo to help you up. 

The second time the two of you met, you learned his designation from the gossip about a miner always sneaking in and out of government buildings which held old records. You connected the name to the face of the mech you ran into again when patrolling indoors. 

It was…a unique exchange of pleasantries as Orion Pax attempted to sway you out of sounding the alarm. His attempts at distracting you with those flirty glances and sweet words did nothing to stop you from cuffing him and bringing him back to his station.

Over the deca-cycle, the interactions between you two grew warmer as the forced proximity bred an intimacy between you two. 

A conjunx ritus later and the two of you were an odd couple in the optics of Iacon. 

All because you managed to 'catch' the mech of who stole your spark. 

So why couldn't you save your conjunx when he needed you the most? 

It all happened too fast for your mind to react in time, but your frame moved before you could even scream the name out of your conjunx as his battered form dropped into the pit. You rushed forward, cables feeling like they were on fire as you reached a servo out in hopes of grabbing hold of something. Yet, you were too late and Orion was swallowed by the abyss right as something grasped your arms and yanked you away from the edge. 

You struggled to throw them off of you, blurred edges of your vision and the muffled shouts of your name didn't stop you from trying to fly down there—it didn't matter whether or not your spark would extinguish in the process. All that mattered was finding Orion Pax, your best friend, your companion, your everything. 

A voice heavy with grief managed to snap you out of your haze. You glanced over to meet Elita's optics, her face twisted with a pitying look that nearly sent you over the edge–metaphorically and literally. 

"The age of primes has ended....no more false prophets, follow me and you will never again be deceived!"

Cheers broke out from the high guards scattered within the shocked crowd of Iacon's citizens. 

"I will lead us all into the future!" Megatron opened his chassis and replaced the cog in his chest with Megatronus's cog. Purple electrical sparks emitted from his frame as his body transformed into a bulkier form.

"I…am…MEGATRON!" 

"Burn it down…all of it!"

Shots fired from the crowd as Megatron began shooting at the Sentinel statue and the structures surrounding it. 

 

"He's going to kill everyone." 

"We have to stop him-" Elita-1 was cut off as your form rushed past her and headed for the silver mech. Bee and Elita-1 glanced at each other before nodding and hastening after you. 

As Megatron continued shooting his cannon, a pede slammed into the side of his helm knocking him onto his knees. Megatron whipped around to find your fist heading toward his faceplate, he dodged and managed to grab your wrist in time to swing you around like a rag doll. 

Despite having a cog all this time, your frame was still shorter compared to Megatron's—but that didn't make you any less of a fighter. 

"You took him away from me! Your own best friend!" You bellowed and wrapped your legs around his arm to twist out of his grip. You swung your body weight to shift behind him and pummel him in punches. 

"He was your friend! My conjunx…my future….mine!" You grunted as Megatron ripped you off and threw you away. You rolled onto your servos and knees before jumping aside before the energy blast could hit you. The weight of losing Orion hit you all at once as you realized you had just rolled near the place where D-16…Megatron had dropped him. Your optics dimmed as your vision blurred from the rising dust and smoke. Your helm dropped and you couldn't see the massive cannon pointing at your pathetic form. 

"I took down the only thing standing in my way," Megatron sneered. The purr of his weapon charging up became a roar as the light within readied to snuff your spark. "And now? I will make sure you join him along with the rest who stand against me." 

"Not if we have anything to do about that!" Elita-1 charged in and snatched the cannon in time to redirect the shot elsewhere. 

A fight ensued and a multitude of thoughts ran through your processor. Your distraught and grief melded your frame into the floor. The noises and smell of destruction around you all blurred into one as you curled into a ball, wishing to disappear into the same abyss your conjunx had dropped in. 

After all, why continue this seemingly never ending cycle of injustice without the bot who made life worth living? 

No, Orion wouldn't have wanted you to think that way. Nor would have sat there wallowing in his own misery if your spark had stopped beating. He would've fought for you and you…will do the same.

Slamming your clenched servos into the ground you shot up and barreled toward the fight. Snarling as you drew closer and pounced onto Megatron just as he kicked Bee away. Before anyone on the tower could react, something exploded a piece of it and shot up into the sky. 

 

Amidst the chaos, you, Bee, and Elita-1 slid off the dome and landed on the lower platform again. 

Snapping your gaze up you found an familiar yet strange mech donning a similar color scheme to Orion standing before Megatron. 

 

"It can't be…" Bee began.

"It is." Elita-1 finished with wide optics. 

"Orion?" You whispered. 

 

He was alive. Alive. 

 

He was…different. 

 

…he wasn't dead and that's the important part. 

When all was said and done, Megatron was banished from Iacon and Energon returned to Cybertron, cogs being returned to the cogless citizens, you were finally able to have a moment alone with your conjunx now named Optimus Prime. 

His optics shone brightly as they landed on your faceplate. He turned to you fully and stretched his arm to reach you. You eagerly leaned into the palm of his servo, cheek pressing against the warmth of his hold on you. The faint hum of his spark calmed the raging storm within you, allowing your tense cables to ease up. 

"You've…changed." You sighed as you blinked back the liquid in your optics. 

"...so have you," Optimus craned his helm down to hold your gaze. "Come, we have a lot of things to discuss." 

You interlocked your digits with his, reluctant to drift away from him, but his softening gaze and even softer words persuaded you to let go. 

Trailing after the three but sticking close to Optimus's side, you nearly tripped over your own pedes as you felt the weight of his love through the bond. Keeping your expression neutral, you smiled inwardly and returned his affections tenfold. 

Primus, you were happy he was alive. 

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[chrliekclly]

When Charlie is covered in dirt and grime and trying to fix the wiring on the tv. Yeah.

we love filth and sweat and blood here

also s8 charlie goes crazy n general tbh

[wavewavethoughtsonly]

you're Wavewave posts are the only thing keeping me going at this point.

When all else fails, Wavewave is there to cure my depression.

I’m glad my WaveWave nonsense makes you smile! In all seriousness depression is no joke and I pray you find the cure that works in the long run like I found mine. ❤️

On a sillier note, have some of Soundwave’s Shockbread. (Based off this scrappost)

Shockwave got distracted, leaving Soundwave’s minicons to eat his whole head overnight. Soundwave took the last slice.

[blighted-lights]

Hi Blight!

If you're still taking request, can you draw something sweet with Soundwave and Ravage? Maybe with them cuddling or Soundwave comforting her (or him? I've seen you use both for Ravage, so whichever!) through a pain flare-up or something? Idk, I'm just in the mood for something sappy with them haha. Thanks!

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the most amicas that have ever existed. i am ALWAYS sappy about these two. something something best friends being deeply loyal to one another and helping each other through their worst days, something something they're their worst and best selves while with each other

i actually got a few similar asks for these two, so i kinda mashed em all into one! my drawing requests are still open; gimmie more ravage requests!

[ihatebrainstorm]

for the requests, anything with drift? maybe a bit of dratchet or wreckers era drift :>

Some nappy dratchet o)-(

[phoenixisobsessed]

HEWWOOOO today's suggestion is this video hfjdhjsd https://www.tumblr.com/the-real-seebs/761705340004974592?source=share

Like in my head it would be funny as ultra magnus/minimus but really anyone you think would be funny would work. OP would do this probably. Or like shockwave.

After a lot of work any many drawings of Minimus later…

HANDS DOWN ONE OF THE FUNNIEST ASKS I HAVE RECEIVED SO FAR. I knew I had to do it even if it would be a lot of work. SO HERE IT IS!! Minimus Ambus going crazy in the Transformers historical museum. Very proud and laughing my ass off. Thank you anon for making me do this I love you xoxo.

[beesinmymoth]

i showed my bf the art of megs squishing soundwaves face and he said “when he pulls his hand away it just stays like that. the faceplate’s just bent now”

Knockout is so tired

[pinkanonwrites]

God imagine dating Bumblebee and him finding out you own the stinger dildo abdbfbbsjfjf

I think he’d go through the 5 stages of grief before wanting to see if you could actually take it (and get his hopes up that you could take his spike one day)

There's a multitude of emotions that go through Bumblebee when he finds out that you own The Stinger. First is embarrassment, because he has no idea why the thing exists in the first place and it's scarily accurate. Once the realization hits that hey, he's not the one who should be embarrassed in this situation, you should be, that's when the playful teasing starts. Think like the scene from Parks and Rec:

"Aww, you had a crush on me! So embarrassing..."

"We're married."

"Still!"

That one.

Followed by the teasing about you trying so hard to please him for his sake, then a bit of surprise at your flirty confidence. Then the 'It's not too late to back out, y'know? Don't take more than you can handle.~' to the 'Okay seriously babe I don't want you to actually hurt yourself, you don't have to try so hard to make it fit.' then finally, the 'Sweet Solus it's actually gonna fit.' That's when he starts to turn into a pathetic, whimpering mess, because you are just so warm and so soft and so tight and it still boggles his processor that it actually fits and the mental image of you practicing and working your way up to actually being able to take his spike has him overloading with a strangled whine before he can even warn you. The Bumblebee Stages of Horny.

[devil-in-hiding]

I imagine that Ghost would be super into sharing but only with his teammates. Only with people he trusts DEEPLY.

He has his little bird, who he dotes on like a doll. But sometimes duty calls and he can't finish em off. His go to is Soap, obviously. When he just needs to tag out. Price when he when he wants his little bird to be finished slowly and intensely. Gaz whenever he needs someone to bury their tongue in his little birds weeping sex, because he's seen him do it and he knows his little bird adores it.

Sometimes, he doesn't even need to go anywhere. He just leans up against the wall, watching. Keeping you in his line of sight with a little smile, watching as Johnny desperately thrusts into them. Or chubbing when Price draws those little mewls from your lips, pushing himself off the wall to join him.

"Look at 'em. All sloppy and desperate-- you like when cap'n plays with this pretty little cunny? You like bein' passed 'round like a whore? Yeah you do, sweet girl. Turn 'er over. Wanna make sure she doesn't walk tomorrow."

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good fucking good i have nothing to add tbis is fucking yummy

[darlingwriter]

💫🎀 with Ghost? Like he gets all tipsy and lovey. I honestly see this man as a lovesick puppy once you give him a lil bit of attention

Also if you’re keeping track of anons can I be 🧃anon?

a/n: okay first of all you're absolutely correct and you should say it. secondly, i've never had to track anons before and i'm actually so honoured! you can totally be 🧃 anon! 💗

fic: gn!reader x simon "ghost" riley tags: fluff warnings: none wordcount: under 1k

Strictly speaking, you and Simon really aren’t supposed to be sharing quarters. You’re definitely violating at least a dozen regulations by spending almost every night in his bed. Then again, not many people are willing to argue with a six-foot-three man in a skull mask, so strictly speaking has never really been an issue.

No, the only issue is that it’s almost ten and he’s not back from drinks with Soap and Gaz yet and you’re deeply regretting not going with him because, as it turns out, hanging out in this apartment all by yourself is, big surprise, actually pretty fucking boring.

It feels like a millennium passes by in the confines of the white walls before you at last hear a familiar knock at the door.

Setting down your book, you unfold yourself from the nest of blankets and pillows on the couch, already mourning the loss of warmth as you shuffle across a cold hardwood floor to let the lieutenant in, one quilt still wrapped loosely around your shoulders, trailing behind you as you reach for the latch.

Simon’s pulling you into a hug almost the second you open the door, burying a fabric-covered face against your hair.

“You’re late,” you mumble into his chest, in an unsuccessful attempt to sound scolding.

“I know, ‘m sorry, lovely, cab took fuckin’ forever.” He shoves the door shut behind him. Leans back against it. “Ended up standin’ in the rain for ‘bout an hour.” He strips off a damp jacket. Pulls off his mask, revealing stubble and scars and a smile. “Missed you th’ whole time.”

“Sappy bastard.”

“Mmph.” The scent of bourbon whiskey still lingers on his skin, warm and a little smokey. He wraps the blanket — which has been slowly slipping off over the course of the exchange — back around you. “You like it.” You scoff and roll your eyes, and he cups your face with his hands and grins. “You’re cute.”

“You’re drunk,” you protest through squished cheeks.

“M’right, though.” He chuckles. Pulls you close again. Sinks down onto the couch, and you’re pulled down with him, his thick arms wrapped around you protectively as he rests his chin atop your head.

“Simon.”

“Lovely.”

“Breathing.”

“Not important,” he murmurs.

You sigh in defeat. Melt into the embrace. “You’re warm.” The words are muffled against his neck. Simon hums in acknowledgement. Presses a soft kiss against your temple.

“You too, lovely.”