#oh he makes me FERAL

[paulmccannibal]

guess my fav based on how i doodle them (IMPOSSIBLE)

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[monofazz]

Now he gets to deal with what Megatron had to

[jasonsbruce]

[ghastlyaffairs]

for something as trivial and simple those feelings sure are hard to get rid of

also made a gif a version for fun + alt version with no tears under the cut

the gif is in very low resolution...this is a feature (i could make it bigger but that would require saving each frame individually and than glueing it all together. also i feel like low resolution suits it better. aesthetically and fits the mood)

[cosmicourple]

Tf: ONE A.U-ish backstory concept were when Sentinel’s team was about to remove a freshly created Orion’s T-Cog, boosh!!!!! Orion onlines, instinctively sensing danger, but also not fully aware & developed yet so he starts blindly n ferally attacking the surgeons(??) and scrabbling around the operation room (if they even used one idk fghjmnklfc) trying to escape. He even ends up biting Sentinel on the hand leaving a nasty looking scar that Sen’ does literally everything to make not be noticeable but if u looked rlly close, you could still see it hehehe, almost taking his digits clean off lol, obvsly their unsuccessful in their panicked rampage and are promptly swatted in the helm, knocked out cold, and havie his T-Cog finally removed.

Honestly, I think Sentinel shoulda’ taking it as a warning that these Mecha will not be ignorant to such bullshit forever but noOoOoOoOoO—

[willowser]

i need more barbarian bakugo au or im gonna burst 😢😢

NOOOOOO bc !! ofc you know who he is, right ?? he's the next in line to lead your clan; you've seen him around your little village and at the smithy and felt the wind underneath the wings of his dragon as he flew overhead. you've stolen glances in the market, between the leatherworker's stall and the potter's kiln, and you've celebrated him along with your peers and you've watched him grow, from afar, into the kind of man that will come to be chieftain.

bakugou katsuki has always, always been—important. he was never among the litter of you that were escorted around by the clan childtender when you were just a young thing, nor was he ever involved in training for your first hunt or sat around the elders as the history of the clan was recounted to you; he grew up apart from the lot of you.

occasionally, his tender's would find him scuttling about in the fields with a tiny group of other boys, ones that were brave enough to wrastle with him in the dirt, or followed his commands closely enough that he allowed them to join him on unknown and unsupervised expeditions into the wilds.

you see him closely for the first time at his own nameday, at 16. it's a big celebration, a turning point in his young life, and he stands before the village with a face painted in the markings of a warrior, body unscarred and strong, and he hoots and hollers with all the etiquette of a feral child. which he might as well be, being raised by the kind of fierce chieftess that will no doubt go down in history.

your family offers a gift, as they all do, and it's you that climbs the steps of his family's hall and hand delivers it to him: a little clay dragon, a bit crude but made with care, that you've worked on for weeks. it's hard to tell how he feels about it, because he only stares at you in silence before huffing and puffing and baring his teeth at you, and then you're escorted back down to your family in the blink of an eye.

you orbit each other, distantly, though you never exchange more than a few passing words.

—so when the maidens that serve the bakugou family come to find you in the night, on the eve of katsuki's ascension to chieftain status, you're shocked to find he's taken lives and conquered settlements and tamed dragons and journeyed far and wide and grown to be the battle-hardened man that he is—but has never taken a lover.

and you're even more astounded to find that he's chosen you to be it.

[allmyandroids]

✨️ hot babygirl edward grey hours ✨️

[neighboringheart]

valvedom Perceptor my beloved...him and Brainstorm working together in the lab and Brainstorm getting horny and bugging him until Perceptor pops his panels and lets him have some fun under one condition: no overloading until he finishes his calculations

Brainstorm pressing in slowly so he doesn't disturb the desk Percy aways gets mad when he jostles it and grinding so carefully feeling every single inch of his valve pressing in until the tip just kisses the entrance to his forge his frame shaking from the overwhelming pleasure mixed with Perceptor's complete indifference not even reacting when Brainstorm grinds against his ceiling node

the most Brainstorm ever gets out of him is a short "adequate" or "satisfactory" and on rare and wonderful occasions he'll get to feel Percy's valve ripple with a small shudder but that happens so rarely that sometimes he think he imagines it

him completely lost in it all fluids dripping from their connection to the floor as Brainstorm's vents heave with each steady rock of his hips he's ben on the edge for hours and Perceptor hasn't spoken a single word fully engrossed in his work like Brainstorm isn't even there but that just gets him hotter

he's practically furniture to him in those moments just another part of the room completely inconsequential with only one directive: obey

no matter how much his spike pulses with thick charge he cannot overload until he is allowed no matter how wet and pliant and delicious Perceptor's walls feel around him his internal nodes prickling with his own building overload he cannot spill until it is allowed

once his vision has nearly turned entirely to static drool leaking from the gaps in his mask barely cognizant he feels it Perceptor's hand is on his cheek

"such a good boy. you may proceed."

his optics short out entirely as his spike finally slams home spilling fervent gushes of thick transfluid directly into Perceptor's forge his walls milking every last drop out of him in a shared overload

he comes down slowly his hips still grinding of their own accord

"got it all out of your system? good. clean this up."

and he will he'll clean everything spotless using nothing but his glossa including Perceptor's swollen valve lips until he's completely satisfied just like every other time they play

[pogueswrld]

Hello! Can you do a smut as a femme afab with ASM Peter Parker? If you feel comfortable can you please do some bondage with his webbing? Thanks a ton!

BONDAGE WITH HIS WEBBING ARE YOU INSANE ANON ilysm omfggggg

*•.¸♡ stuck in your spider webs ♡¸.•*

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: smut obvi 🦢, porn without plot lol, both reader and peter are switches, web bondage, edging, praise, mommy kink, multiple orgasms, oral (both fem & m receiving)

note: I wrote two pieces- peter tied up and reader tied up for whichever one you like most, hope y'all enjoy this!!

tying up peter was a simple task. you were surprised at his enthusiasm when you brought up the subject; his head nodding, a dazed look in his eye- already picturing the sight, mouth drooling and cock twitching in his pants.

he complied with every request and demand that tumbled off your lips, slowly stripping off his clothes and laying still on your shared bed, panting in anticipation for your next move. in your hands was his web shooter, inspecting it closely before pulling it onto your wrist.

you raise a single brow, "hold your hands above your head." peter did so without complaining, his eyes zeroing in on his web shooter on your wrist. you did his famous motion and a single string of web aiming at his joined hands stuck them to the headboard of your bed and the wall behind it. peter spared it a single glance, tried to free his hands, and whined when he realized he could not do so.

it didn't take long for you to expose his erection and even less time to have him moaning and begging for your touch, bucking up his hips into your hands as they wrap around him, tip red and dripping precum down his throbbing length.

you talk him through it, cooing at his whines and cries for the taste of sweet release as you casually praise him.

"That's it, such a good boy. look at you pretty baby, making a mess on our bed. you like this, don't you? working so hard to please mommy."

and he trembles. absolutely breaking apart at your words, unable to keep quiet as his entire body shakes at the force of the orgasm you pulled out of him. and it wasn't the last, as you push him to the brink and drag him back again, altering between your hands and your mouth as he whines and jerks beneath you, the webs holding him back from touching you or forcing his cock down your throat like he's done so many times before. he was completely at your mercy and he enjoyed every second of it.

getting to tie you up wasn't as easy of a task for peter, but from how enjoyable it was for him you figured you'd give it a chance. and boy were you so thankful you did.

he coaxed you into bed, kissing up and down your neck, softly nibbling at your skin while simultaneously kneading at the skin of your hips and sides. he was so smooth with it, his hands sneaking up to your arms, intertwining his fingers with your own before bringing them above your head. he pulled back momentarily, smirking at you stupidly before sending a web to your joined hands. your gasp of surprise didn't deter him as he pulled off his shirt and continued down the path he'd set for himself.

he'd start by eating you out; a pillow placed underneath your ass with both of your legs resting on his shoulders, one of his arms lazily draped across your hips, his thumb casually caressing your skin there while his other hand is buried deep in your cunt, three fingers curling and uncurling themselves, working your inner muscles up to a mind-numbing high while his tongue lapped up at your juices and pressed random figures on your puffy clit.

he knew all your sensitive spots by heart, and he made a point to pay extra attention to them, forcing loud moans and gasps out of your bruised lips. his eyes blink up at you from between your thighs, blown pupils capturing every expression on your face to memory. those same beautiful brown eyes roll to the back of his head as you grab a handful of his hair by the root and tug as an orgasm washes over you, he moans into your pussy, and the vibrations make you let out a silent scream followed by whimpers of his name.

he wishes he had your self-control and your ability to not ride him when he was tied up, but he doesn't which is how he ended up with his cock buried deep inside of you, his eyes blinking down at you. he wishes he had a camera on him to take a picture of you; tied up, hickeys and bruises mark your skin, a trail leading down to where your body swallows him whole, your tits bouncing with each thrust.

"fuck- baby~" he whines, losing his rhythm temporarily, his hands going from groping at the skin of your ass and hips to your boobs and face, he was working overtime to pleasure you first and foremost. "look at how good you're taking me- jesus, you're gonna kill me~"

[ofswordsandpens]

trying to read riordan's work post pjo:

[greenbirdgreen]

ive connected the dots

[cafecitoeddie]

Eddie Diaz: Teeny tiny wittle man 😊

once again, thanks @texasbama ♥

[silvyslayer42]

here’s an idea: what if the “anti-aging” device that kuusuke made was originally an attempt at finding a way to slow down or even reverse the uncontrollable growth of kusuo’s powers?

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Mildred Natwick - ELIZABETH THE QUEEN, a play produced at Mt. Kisco's Westchester Playhouse (1937)