#human spike

[mewmewgirl101]

I don’t know why but I feel like vampire would take advantage of how nervous he was and make him look down her dress a say board now after he fainted and make him her new puppy after she tuned him and he would in joy it unlike angel loook how nervous this innocent little cinnamon roll is

[fidenciojesusfan92]

Equestria Girls Spike (redone)

Spike the Human

Age: 15

Personally: Happy, caring, overprotective, sarcastic, sensible, noble, sweet, generous, smart, shy, heroic, etc

Appearance: A little short, Purple skin, Green hair, green eyes

About:

Spike used to live with real family until he was 4, he got lucky to survive a tragic accident that killed his family, he’s been on his own ever since, he lived on the streets for 2 years always helping when someone needs it, then when he was 6, he meets Twilight (SciTwi), he help her keeping company when she got lost, they had time to know each other, learning how Spike ended up homeless and without a family, when eventually they found Twilight’s family, Twilight told her parents about how much Spike helped her, she also tells they how he doesn’t really have a home, they were so grateful with Spike, then they ask him if he would like to live with them for the time being, Spike was amazed of what he heard, he emotionally agreed, years pass and eventually Spike turned to be of the Sparkle family, Spike loves his new family, he even have an older brother Shining Armor, who he played and talked of girls, and all guys stuff, but he also loves spending time with his new sister Twilight, he always help her when she needed to, they even adopted a dog, which they found him funny because he looks exactly like Spike, Twilight even wanted to call him also Spike, though Human Spike agreed but eventually, they decided to call him Sparky instead

At “Equestria Girls: Friendship Games” Spike along side with Twilight meets Sunset Shimmer, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Rarity for the first time, though when he sees Rarity, he immediately fell in love with her, not only because she was beautiful, but also because she looks familiar

Trivia:

Human Spike make his first appearance at the post credits of “Rainbow Rocks”

At “Equestria Girls: Friendship Games” Spike along side with Twilight meets Sunset Shimmer, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Rarity for the first time, though when he sees Rarity, he immediately fell in love with her, not only because she was beautiful, but also because she looks familiar

Adopted Family: Twilight Sparkle, Shining Armor, Twilight Velvet, Night Light

Friends: Sunset Shimmer, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash

Love interest: Rarity

Nemesis: Ragamuffin

Powers:

Spike gained some Dragon powers, which includes: Super strength, flight, fire breath, healing factor, super viewing and hearing, change sizes

Copyright:

Spike character belongs to Hasbro Studios

Human Spike was inspired from Pia-sama and made by GeorgeGarza01

[bixels]

I watched the original Muppets movies recently.

[sacklumi]

oh yeah me and my blank white void backgrounds right. YEAH OKAY there are EIGHT STEPPING STONES this time (Getting mad at a guy i made up)

[roses-and-revolutions]

DC x DP Prompt

To the delight of Gotham's citizens, and the dismay of her criminal underbelly, the GCPD has a new specialized unit that ACTUALLY apprehends criminals and brings them to justice!

It's a relatively small squad of mostly young adults, who looked fresh out of their teens. But age didn't matter once they got the work done. And they did, as they've already got criminals like Penguin, Riddler, and Bane behind bars for what looks to be 'for good'.

No one besides Commissioner Gordan knows anything about the squad as they operate as a mostly separate entity from GCPD. It was rare to see any of them, and any photos taken were unusually blurry. They are also extremely secretive; if you exclude their social media which are usually just shit posts, memes, and thirst edits of the Wayne family.

They were a total mystery. Almost as mysterious as Batman.

But those who have seen/worked with the squad before all had the same thing to say about them. They were cool. They had an unusually effective method. And their leader is a menace. With his sharp teeth and pointed smile. And bright blue eyes that spoke to your soul. It was a pleasure to see/ work with him, it really was. But they weren't planning on doing so again for a long time.

That being said, Gotham had been quiet for a while. A bit too quiet if you ask anyone, especially the Bats. Strangely, it didn't feel like the usual calm before the shit storm. The instinctual pit in their guts that usually formed just wasn't there. This was different. This wasn't the calm before the storm. This was the ocean receding. But no one seemed to realize it yet.

Not until the tsunami came crashing down on them.

The GCPD special unit accounts that had been inactive for the last three months suddenly pinged to life. Everyone who followed them clicked the notification almost immediately. With this unnerving calm surrounding them, who the hell didn't want to see what batshit crazy statement they would make after three months of radio silence.

What they didn't expect, was to see a crystal-clear picture of justice finally being served.

The picture was a selfie, taken in an abandoned warehouse. In the middle of the dirty floor was the Joker. He was tied up and his head hung low. You could see how beaten he was, his clothes torn and bloody. His face paint was also coming off, revealing pale blotchy skin. Reminding everyone that, he was still human, just like the rest of them.

Behind him, all lined up with smiles on their faces, was Team Phantom. They were a bit bloody and bruised as well but overall in much better condition. They weren't wearing the normal GCPD navy blue uniform, but black and white ones. All stylized to fit the wearers taste. They all looked so young, but their eyes looked like old tired eyes, finally getting some relief.

From in the corner was their leader. Only part of his face was in the picture. One glowing blue eye, and part of his Cheshire smile. His hand making a peace sign next to the Joker. Even with only part of his being shown, everyone could tell he was relived as well.

And while the picture itself was shocking, the caption was what really got them. The top was what you would usually expect from the team. A big bold 'GOT EM' ' at the top. But at the bottom in small, almost unnoticeable text was:

"He will face his punishment. We will get our retribution. May we finally rest in peace."

[transformers-synergize]

outfit concepts for Spike, I want the human characters to keep consistent colors but consistently change outfits between plots.

Spike usally dresses pretty practically, so his outfits were pretty easy to design. I imagine any further outfit design for him would be pretty similar to these.

[oatmealdoodles]

Human Blitzo doodle

[lotus-duckies]

i think there's something very interesting about the fact that irl, turtles aren't very social or familial in any sense but the ninja turtles are incredibly social and love caring for others and this is arguably the greatest example of their humanity

[transformers-spike]

"Is this why the Autobots are fond of humanity? To indulge their sweet heat cycles? How many human mates has Optimus taken for himself? It seems as though their motives to protect them were never altruistic, much less noble." PLEASE, PLEASE GIVE US A SUB-STORY WHERE THIS TIME IT'S OPTIMUS AND A HUMAN SO IN THEIR HEAT CYCLE PLEASEEEE

Idk am I creating a humans in heat universe for the TF Fandom? I know people like making the bots go through it but I think the humans being affected is so much funnier. Just begging these massive robots to fuck us lmao

How must it feel to burn from the inside out? Betrayed by your own body, rendered unable to function by the fire in your core. You described it as an aching, an insatiable need to appease the hormones overtaking your nerve endings. A mere touch is enough to worsen the ache, it’s what your body dictates in the throes of a heat cycle.

Cybertronians are forged by Primus Himself, their interfaces exist for recreational pleasure and bonding, but your species is biologically programmed to reproduce, like most of the fauna of your planet. It’s a systemic sacrifice, one rendered obsolete by the sentient status of your species. Drugs have been produced to suppress your heats, or at least lessen the effects. Unfortunately, among a dozen varieties of medication, you are either allergic or completely immune to them, leaving you susceptible to your hormonal whims. He is sorry. You must go through so much pain every few months, but you barely show it, brushing off his concerns with a laugh, saying “it is what it is” and moving on as though your body isn’t on a timer. He admires you for it. In spite of your discomfort, you haven’t given up. Once, you told him: “So what if they don’t work on me? I just gotta roll with the punches and hope for the best, it’s been my M.O. since I got the damn thing.” Meeting them for the first time… was turbulent to say the least, but you’re safe and sound, relocated to Jasper, having adjusted to your new life with the help of Agent Fowler. You’ve told them many times you’re infinitely grateful to be in their lives (barring the near death experience at the servos of an Insecticon). For them it’s a pleasure to ease your burden. You’ve eagerly established your consent, although only Arcee is the right size to properly take care of a human. Digits and glossas can only do so much compared to a spike. He tries not to pry, your privacy is yours to divulge at your leisure, but he cannot ignore the charge building up behind his interface when he sees you with the others. Yes, he is an occasional participant, but he will rather cover shifts and allow them some well-deserved respite in your berth. They deserve it. He dares not imagine Arcee’s spike pumping in and out of you, satiating your aching body, filling you to your limit as you beg for more. 

Your scent lingers in the air, caressing his sensors, a gentle hand tugging him along by the servo, pulling him in your direction. They try to keep it to themselves, but his team is beyond a doubt intoxicated by your presence alone. Thankfully, it has (almost) never impeded their judgment during missions; perhaps it has even served as motivation to make it back to base in one piece. He tries to ignore the gleam in his old friend’s optics after quelling your urges, if only for a night. Or Bumblebee's praises coming to you as a slow stream of beeps while he nuzzles your face. Or Bulkhead cradling you to his chassis like a precious artifact as you discuss what late night movies you should watch. Or catching Arcee kissing you over the mezzanine and pulling back with a smile she hasn’t worn since Cliffjumper’s death. You bring them together in your own special way, even if you blush and sheepishly deny it, claiming you should be thanking them instead  Recent discoveries have yielded an impressive increase in energon and brought forth new opportunities. With unparalleled quantities at their disposal, they can now mass displace. The transformation is no small feat, it exhausts their system and rapidly drains their energon level. But he will not forbid Bumblebee from using it to play with the kids as long as it’s not in excess. Nor to join you during heat cycles. Much like Bulkhead. And Wheeljack. And especially Ratchet. Primus forbid, his old friend has every right to enjoy himself to the fullest after all of his back-breaking work. He’s been meaning to pay you a visit, but he hasn’t found the time until now. In the temporary abode you set up in the base, away from the prying eyes of the kids, you prepare yourself for another heat. Some refurbishing was done to meet your needs (in no small thanks to June Darby and agent Fowler’s financial help); the mattress and the mini fridge was a given, but you’ve added a variety of personal belongings and entertainment; a television, a writing desk, a few “bean bags” here and there, and a pile of old magazines to scrapbook. He wonders if you consider this place your home more than your actual house in Jasper. You greet him while downing a bottle of water, holding up your hand to signal for him to wait. Once emptied, you place it next to the mini fridge, among a wide array of bottled water crates. That would explain the groceries June had brought in with Arcee’s help. As a medical professional she’s especially fretful over your condition, doing her best to prevent the risks of heat cycles, bringing you plenty of calorie dense fuel to combat the massive loss of nutrients. He has not forgotten the fear they experienced when they found you shaking from the deficit, having completely overlooked your hunger in a midst of desperation. In this form, he can appreciate the full extent of your body without fear of hurting you, kneading the supple flesh beneath his digits as you giggle and pull him into you. He does not tower over your reclined form as much as he encases you in a careful hug, hearing the rapid thrum of your human spark directly against his audials; he may sense your pulse rate, but experiencing it is a new wonder of its own. You tell him you missed him and you wish he would let himself go and come out to “obliterate your pussy” more often. He nods and apologizes for his absence even as you shush him and insist he enjoy himself as well. He is… the largest Cybertronian you’ve taken, you remark while adjusting to his size.

“Except maybe Wheeljack,” you add cheekily, already bucking into him. Your composure evaporates as he works you up, not to say that he is much better. He steadies himself over you, charge trickling down his interface as your walls clench around him in a vice-grip. You beg him for more, plead that he frag you until you can’t take it anymore, but he has grown used to your requests and knows when your body has reached its limit. You whimper and claw at his back plates, flush against his frame yet dragging him closer as though to merge your human spark to his.

If only he could.

Slow and steady, he frags you through your overloads, each one adding a new surge of spark down his frame until he comes to his end. You are small and shaking, but in this form he can properly hold you against his chassis and comfort you through the afterglow, bringing you another bottle of water and a Clif bar (chosen for the human scaling a mountain with “If you eat this you can kill God” in big bold letters).

You stir and sit up on shaky knees to accept his offerings. Halfway through your meal, you eye him up and down.

“Are you going to stay some more?” you ask with hopefulness, still chewing on the “ultimate nuts and banana power” concoction advertised on the packaging.

“I’m afraid not, Ratchet has been hard at work deciphering Decepticon encryptions, I will be taking on his duties for the night,” he tries to break it gently, expecting crushed expectations, not your bemused expression looking up at him.

“So you’re sending him my way?” You give a chuckle. “Wish we could have spent more time together, but work is work. Just…” you crawl into his lap and hug him as tight as you can, head resting against his chassis. “Please come back tomorrow. Or after tomorrow. I miss seeing you this way. I won’t get between you and… whatever you have going on, but please visit me more often. You have no idea how nice it feels to be around you.” His gaze softens, glowing faintly against your hair. “So I’ve been told,” he says, a smile on his lips. “As long as it lightens your burden.”

[mx-monster]

I know the “dark haired vampire wrestles with his predatory nature and anguished over his lack of humanity” will always be a timeless classic but blond vampires that suck blood and serve cunt will always have a special place in my holes heart

[derpyy-y]

mlp humans! i redid em a bit, the main differences going to definitely rarity! i also added cutie marks, which is something i wanted originally but couldnt figure out lol

[mewmewgirl101]

Spillow shippers am doing a Willam poll again but longer to see how many more votes I get please pass this along to are fellow spillow shippers know please and thank you 🙏

[fidenciojesusfan92]

Spike x Rarity ❤❤❤

Rarity and Spike from My Little Pony Equestria Girls.

[ari-continues-to-exist]

Pumpkin Rabbit and Witch Sheep wish you a Happy Halloween!!

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 209

Now Jason was planning on, well, a lot of things, when he came back to Gotham. He had a lot of plans, several of which had to do with the old man and even more that had to do with cleaning up Crime Alley, making it safer and all that. 

What he was not planning on was to find some sort of lab in the basement of where he was planning on setting up a safehouse. Nor was he planning on finding several literal children in cages inside said lab. Oh and Lazarus Waters- but children! With muzzles! Being experimented on!

Now he’d like to say he had a plan in what happened next, but if he’s honest everything had gone Green and he didn’t remember what happened next, only that he’s back home with said children and covered in blood. Oh and everything smells of smoke. 

… And apparently there’s more of these things dotted around Crime Alley with the rest of these kids, er, siblings? Family? Fright does mean family? Okay kids, he’s not turning into Bruce but you can stay here while he deals with this… however long that takes. 

He better not be turning into Bruce he swears-

[britany1997]

Good girl

Spike x Fem Reader

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. Spike just gives brat tamer to me because of season sex six, and with a human I feel like he’d be even more intense (he would love the power imbalance). Hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: a little predator/prey, sub/dom dynamics, brat/brat taming, a little pet play, fingering, oral sex, p n v sex, a little blood drinking, a little praise, cream pie

You felt the bass thumping in your chest as you maneuvered through The Bronze’s Friday night crowd.

You reached your table, leaning against it and swirling your drink with a bored sigh. You hated going to the club alone.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of black slip under the staircase. You smirked to yourself, you wouldn’t be alone much longer.

You hummed, grabbing your coat to step outside for “some fresh air.”

You wandered aimlessly, slipping a smoke out of your pocket and lighting it up. You were about to bring it to your lips when you felt a hand snake around your waist and pull you into a firm chest.

Another hand appeared to steal the cigarette out of your grasp. You turned to see Spike bring it to his lips.

He tsked at you, “naughty pet, don’t you know these are bad for your health?”

“They’re not mine,” you smirked, “I just hold ‘em for my boyfriend. But you know, he makes ‘em look so good I had to try.”

“Yeah love? Want to try?” He grasped your chin in his hand before taking a drag. “Open up pet.”

Your lips parted and his mouth enveloped yours in a possessive kiss. He exhaled, filling your mouth with smoke. When he finished, he released you, but not without nipping at your lip. His lip.

“Such a dirty mouth love,” he growled, “think we’d better go wash it out yeah?”

You mock pouted, “well I don’t know, should I go home with a big bad vampire like you?” Your fingers danced up his chest, “isn’t that sort of…dangerous?”

A laugh rumbled through his chest, “not if you’re good.” He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “are you a good girl pet?”

You bit your lip, fighting a smile, “oh I’m terrible.”

He pulled back a bit, sighing for show, “don’t worry pet, I can fuck that right out of you.”

Spike led you through the opening of his cave before grabbing a pillow and throwing it to the ground, “for your knees love.”

You huffed a laugh, “how considerate.”

“It is considerate,” he said plainly, “now kneel.”

As you did, you watched him pull a nail file from his bedside table. You snorted. “You’re gonna do your nails?” your eyebrow raised.

He strolled over to you, placing the nail file down next to him as he began to unbuckle his belt with one hand. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he tapped your forehead. “Worry about that nasty ashtray mouth of yours. Say ahh.”

You shivered, “ahh.” He ran one hand through your hair as he finished freeing himself from his jeans with the other. “Good, stay like that.”

He entered your mouth, grabbing the back of your head and pressing you forward to take him. You moaned around him and went to grab his hips, but he slapped your hands away.

“Did I say you could touch?”

You whimpered and let your hands fall, gripping the pillow you were knelt on instead.

“That’s better,” he began to move in a steady rhythm, his cock pushing deeper with every thrust.

After a minute or two, he let his hand fall away from your head and picked up his file. While he fucked your face, he began to file his nails.

Your eyes narrowed.

He thrusted forcefully, causing you to gag a bit. “Good girls don’t scowl,” he scolded.

“Sorry,” you said, the apology muffled by his cock down your throat.

He sighed, “good girls don’t talk with their mouth full.”

You fought the urge to rolls your eyes and hollowed out your cheeks instead. A moan fell from Spike’s lips. “That’s more like it.”

He put down the file and gripped your head again. He began to move it back and forth, sliding your mouth up and down his cock.

“Swallow for me love,” he groaned as he came down your throat.

You obeyed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand when you finished.

Spike smirked, admiring the sight of you kneeling, his cum dripping from your perfect lips.

He reached over to caress your cheek. “Take your clothes off for me, then sit on the bed pet,” he tells you.

You begin to slouch off each article of clothing as slow as humanly possible, teasing your vampire lover. Spike smirks, amused by your antics. He moves to squeeze your bare hip. “Don’t push your luck pet, you were doing so well.”

With feral determination, he rips the rest of your clothes off before pushing you back onto the bed.

You gasp as your core grows slick with wetness. You bite your lip as he kneels in front of you, wedging himself between your knees.

“Say you’re mine,” he orders, his tone coated with lust.

“First, why don’t you tell me why nail care was more important than watching me suck you off,” you teased, giving him the taste of defiance you knew he’d love to snuff out of you.

“Was so I could do this love,” he said as he sunk two fingers into your core. You gasped, tears springing to the corners of your eyes.

Spike smirked as he curled his fingers, searching for the spongey spot inside you. Your eyes rolled back into your head when he brushed against it.

“Think you need more love,” he whispered as he began circling your clit with his thumb. You let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

“That feel good pet? Make you wanna be a good girl for me now?”

You nodded, whimpering, desperate for just a little more.

He leaned in, fingers still stroking deep inside you. “Then tell me you’re mine.”

He’d won and you knew it. “I’m yours,” you moaned.

“My what?”

“Your human.”

“What else,” his fingers sped up as they flicked over your clit, almost vibrating.

“Your pet!” You moaned.

“Good girl,” he growled as he sunk his teeth into your neck.

The pleasure from his fingers and the pain from his teeth pushed you over the edge. You screamed his name as you coated his hand.

Spike pulled back from your neck, licking his lips. He then met your glazed doe eyes as he sucked his fingers clean. “God you’re delicious,” he purred, his mouth slick with a mix of cum and blood.

His eyes softened a bit as he took in the sight of you. Your pouty lips whimpering, your eyes wide, your thighs dripping. You were all his.

“Lay back,” he whispered, and you did without a fight.

He smiled down at you, “see how much fun we can have when you behave?”

You whined.

He huffed a laugh before taking your right ankle in his hands. He brought it to his lips, kissing it softly before slipping it over his shoulder. He did the same to your left.

“You’re perfect,” he praised, “and you’re all mine.”

He pressed into you, splitting you open on his cock, making your back arch in pleasure.

His grey eyes bore into yours with possessive affection as you felt him plunge so deep, you swore he was in your stomach.

You began to roll your hips to meet his thrusts, mewling and writhing in ecstasy from his touch.

Spike fucked you deep with long, slow strokes. He pulled almost all the way out of you, letting his tip bump against your clit, before driving back in.

You screamed, feeling familiar pressure building inside you, “can I…” you trailed off with a moan.

He smiled down at you fondly, “yes pet, you’ve earned it.”

You let out a blissful sigh as you came all over Spike’s cock.

With a few more quick thrusts he was falling over the edge with a low moan.

He gently slipped your legs off his shoulders and placed them down on the bed before laying down next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You smiled, taking his hand and lacing your fingers with his.

He chuckled softly, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders. “I’m yours too,” he told you.

You smiled, mock gasping. “Oh yeah? Big bad creature of the night? All mine?”

He smirked, “you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”

“No you won’t” you booped his nose.

He rolled his eyes, “No I won’t.”

Spike Taglist (comment to be added)🖤:

@sad-ghost-of-garbage @6lostgirl6 @misslavenderlady @bloodywickedvamp @ghoulgeousimmaculate @anna1306 @arbesa-mind @lostboys1987girl @dwaynesluscioushair @crustyboypix @ria-coolgirl @the-glitter-wizard