#shockwave was too perfect to draw

[kaontic]

*SKYBOUND DUMP INCOMING*

Soundwave, my guy, you devoted, capable and promising heir to the Decepticon throne—

When you need it most, where is your backbone?

Or whatever the Cybertronian equivalent is to a backbone, because this passive-aft behavior is exactly why you are not second-in-command.

Megatron, should he see this, would totally yell at you like he did in Devastation for such lack of initiative.

Which, about his sight—if Megs and Star could meet up now, oh boy! 😂

Starscream: I’m doing better than you. 🤡

⬆️ Absolute sore-aft losers ⬆️ I love them. OwO

⭐️ Bonus art of Carly with her hair down since we haven’t seen that yet and I think she would look really purty :3 ⭐️

She also wears earrings but they’re not always visible, so here’s my evidence:

I like her.

Please don’t make her annoying like me. 🤞

[mcondance]

knowing better, twisted pleasure ☆ spencer reid

MDNI 18+ oral yay!!!, i love thinking about spencer with his head between my legs so here we are, overstim so “stop” is said once so keep that in mind ☆ title from killshot by magdalena bay, listen as you read if you want! spencer i can’t get enough of you please.

☆ ☆

it’s too much, you can’t. you can’t.

“spence— spence stop,” you plead as you squirm and your legs draw up in an attempt to get away from him. but he just won’t stop. unaffected, he slips his hands under your thighs and pulls you closer to his mouth, to where he wants you.

soft locks are enveloped in your hands as you card your fingers through them because even in your delirium, giving him affection is like breathing. your objections skate right over that pretty head of his and he keeps going, because he knows you don’t mean it. he knows that if he stops and rises back up to his knees, you’ll be begging him to “come back, please,” like you did that one time he felt really evil.

you gasp when you feel two fingers enter you, and you groan painedly when they begin to move, stroking maddeningly.

spencer’s too good at this, his fingers are too caring and precise inside you and his tongue is too soft and sweet as it laves over you. jesus, what the fuck.

it’s all so much, so much. a tortured, groveled moan rips from your chest as another sickly-sweet pang of feeling rocks through you. spencer’s commanding fingers tighten around your thighs, stacking yet another sensation on your already overwhelmed nervous system. human evolution, no matter how developed and perfected, was not made for this. it balks in the face of what spencer’s doing to you.

“oh my god— spence,” you whine, locking in on him through your blurry, teary eyes. between your legs, he looks unfortunately perfect, even as he shuts you down and lights you up all at the same time. you’ve got enough going on under your skin to power your whole block.

it’s lewd, how he looks so pretty eating you out. his messy brown hair and those melting golden eyes, and most disgustingly, his mouth hidden where his tongue flicks against your absolutely soaked center. the visual is art, though, the plane of his shoulders and his ever-expressive liquid hazel eyes flitting between closed and taking you in, in your beautiful ruin.

it’s in moments like these where spencer feels good. you’re explicitly, obscenely beautiful to him, and your pleasure is something he takes great pride in giving to you. as you lose yourself in it, sinking into the sticky pool of feeling, he gets to bear witness to it all.

“oh, baby,” you moan so warmly as he flattens his tongue and licks right over your clit. before, his tongue was quick and precise, but now he’s taken to loving you slowly, licking in a way that could only be called sensual. he hums as he runs his tongue over you again, so salacious, open-mouthed and he looks so dirty that you can’t fucking take it any more. again, your body does its best to protect you from feelings you can’t compute, but spencer does his best to make you take what you need more than air.

then, his fingers inside you focus on their goal, and he’s curling them familiarly and kissing that spot, rubbing it softly.

“yeah, fuck—,” is all you can scramble out before what’s been building up in you since he first settled between your legs explodes. if you didn’t know better, you’d think you’re exploding with how fucking much you feel. it should be humanly impossible to feel this way, but it’s not, because you’re feeling it here and now as your ears pop and your vision goes black and spencer just keeps fucking consuming you. he has the nerves to moan from between your legs, sending shockwaves through your already ravaged being.

eons pass. you travel through a thousand universes and sit upon a thousand suns before you come back to your Earth, with your spencer looking softly up at you, his head laying on one of your glossy thighs. as your senses slowly return to you, it seems he’s wiped his hand off on the sheets because the hand that’s rubbing the outside of your thigh is relatively dry, considering its previous position.

“you okay?” he asks warmly.

“fuck you,” you drag, croaky and unpolished.

he snorts.

“yeah, you’re okay,” he says through his laughing, unhooking his hand from under your trembling thigh as he rises up to hover over you. he kisses you, and just barely begrudgingly, you kiss him back.

“good?” he whispers over your lips. you wrap your arms over his neck as you both settle with each other.

“yeah,” you acquiesce lightly with a shrug and a tilt of your head, before you bring him down for another kiss.

[transformers-spike]

Heyy I noticed that you put TFO among the stuff you might write for. Pls pls, if it's alright w/ u, Megatron x reader angry sex? Like, you might be a human he found after being banished and kept with him, and he trusts you bc u are nice, pose no real threat and ur good to blow off some steam :))))))))) but ofc he cares abt u, so it's more like angry sex + tender aftercare thank uuuuuuu i love my big metallic man with anger issues

My brain decided to do its own thing and for the sake of not writing a full length novel about it, I had to cut it short (and of course I made it sad because the boy is just dripping with angst - so I'm going to give him more.) So here:

He was advised to abandon you. Found in the deepest recesses of a Quintesson ship they’d shot down, you were still shaking from the crash. Not Cybertronian. Nor Quintessonian. A completely different being, with soft mesh, warm extremities and strands of something falling from your helm. An animal perhaps? Much like the strange quadrupeds traveling the surface? No, your optics move with intention, taking in your surroundings and wrinkling your optical ridge in clear contemplation. You are incredibly tiny, even next to a cogless miner. He wondered, briefly, when he first saw you, if you were another casualty of Sentinel’s tyranny, a forgotten being he sold off to the Quintessons without a second thought. He does not understand your language, nor can you speak his, but you observe the context and carefully come to associate certain words with objects, actions and designations. You cannot reproduce the subtle tones of Cybertronian with an organic vocalizer, much like the Quintessons – but you do not reject it. You learn to live despite your muteness. Many times he’s watched you draw figures in the sand with a twig the size of your arm, depicting what he could only assume to be a spaceship flying away from a distant planet as the Quintessons surround it. Sometimes you draw more of your kind, together in an embrace. You would stand over your creation, watching wistfully as the wind erased the fine traces of sand. A memory of your people. He wishes he could tell you about him and Orion, the pain of losing him, the crater in his chassis that will never mend – but guilt keeps him at bay. Soon enough, your provisions will run out. What they found on the Quintesson ship were rations made for your specific type of biology, with no guide to recreate them from, not even Shockwave could reverse-engineer the process. It’s simply too late. One orbital cycle, your life will come to an end, but he will give you the dignity of dying at his hands, painlessly. He is no stranger to starvation, but unlike him, you must refuel at various intervals during an orbital cycle, else he senses how you grow restless on his shoulder, fiddling with your servos, mesh growing pale and optics sluggish, growls emanating from your inner mechanism. You are not made for suffering Your life will come to an end, and you know this better than any other Decepticon; as though reading his thoughts behind the permanent scowl scratched into his face. Perhaps this is why he indulges in you even if he’s been advised against it. You’re eager despite your size, pressing yourself against his frame, ignoring your discomfort. He’s still getting used to his new body, including his strength for better or for worse. Yet you do not fault him when he leaves bruises. You kiss him and rub up against his spike, transfluid trickling down to his valve even before he comes undone. You squirm and laugh and pull him into a hug, helm to helm, a moment so perfect he’s ready to rip the cog from his chassis if it means staying like this forever, servos clenched into fists as he curses at Primus for the happiness he will shatter.

[loaksbitch]

now this time, neteyam holding back from fucking you stupid but you’re too snarky and it ends up him really fucking you stupid? of course. — i want to cry bcs i love him ):

warnings : obviously smut, making love to slight rough fucking, multi-tasker neteyam, p in v, p penetration, pecks and kisses, teyam is puthy whipped, breeding kink if you squint, suggestive fluff moment in the end.

“you’re holding back.”

of course he is. neteyam is trying to stop himself from completely fucking you open and you telling him this was clearly not helping at all.

his face was damp, brows knit and braids with prettiest beads swaying when he fucked himself in you. neteyam tries to focus on not cumming before you, wanting to chase your release before his. “shh,” he hushes you, too afraid he won’t be able to make it with your broken voice, “need you to be quiet fr'me right now.”

but you were just far from quiet. he knows you love to tease him, be a little minx sometimes that he just can’t help but enjoy.

“you confuted yourself, teyam,” you breathily say.

your mate just groans, balancing himself on top of you by trapping your head with his hefty arms. “you think so?” he rolls his hips into you and you press your head back to the pillowy material below you.

“hm,” he hears you hum. “you said you were gonna fuck me stupid.” you remind him and feel your heart tighten when he chuckles. “and now you’re just making love to me.” he knows you like it rough, he just wanted to get a grip over himself.

“can’t i do both?” he distracts you, one hand sliding to your curves before he caresses your freckle painted hips.

“i don’t know, can you?” you smile, eyes fluttered shut when his cock propelled into your saturated cunt. neteyam swallows his spit, slightly feeling his ego bruising. he’s a perfect mate for a reason.

“y’know if you just want me to fuck you dump…” your breath quickens when neteyam sat on his heels. this is it, this is what you wanted and your inside coils just thinking of him ruining you. “what?” you sigh, chest heaving with adrenaline.

“you could’ve just said,” his every move was calculated. neteyam pushes your legs further apart and spreads you open, exposing your slick nectar. “‘want you to fuck me stupid, nete.’” your breath got stuck when he looked straight to your eyes, his being dark yet amber-like glowing under the eclipse.

that’s when you knew the man who was trying not to get ahead of himself was gone. completely gone.

neteyam pulls you rough to meet his thrust, plunged deep in you just to be drawing back out of your cunt. your mewl is high pitched, causing his ears to shift angels and flatten. “fuck.” he howls, feeling your warm walls clamping against his angry head.

your mouth flew open, shockwave washing over you. the pleasure he was giving traveled all over your skin that you felt you’re drunk to the brim. the man above you just drilled into you, the feeling of your nails digging into his wrist that were pressing you down to the mattress.

you didn’t notice how close he leaned until a soft kiss was placed on your cheek. “is this what you wanted?” he lifts your hips up which helps him sink deeper. “c’mon princess, this is what you want? me to fuck yo– fucking h...” he can feel you, he feels you. neteyam feels you and it feels so good.

you’re confident with your snarky responses and he found it hot. neteyam found everything hot about you but now you’re completely mushed up with his dick drilling into you and he knows you’re not satisfied yet.

“you’re not happy.” he tells you, it was obvious he had that cocky grin on his face. “want me to go faster, baby?” and he watches you nod, desperate and needy.

neteyam nodded, clicking his tongue before he sat up on his heels again. if you want it harder, then he will fuck you harder. you’re out of breath when he brought one of your legs by his waist while the other got pushed up to your chest.

“wait, net—!” you can’t even say a word when he hammers into you like an animal, full spread and energy filled. “like this?” neteyam tilts his head to the side, observing your twisted face.

“you want it like this?” he groaned, still pounding.

“yes.” you keened, “like that.” a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. “just like that.” you huffed.

you know you’re getting louder and so you bring your hand to cover your mouth, blocking the choked moan you’re voicing out. “no, don’t do that.” you feel a large hand pulling your hand from your face and greeted with a glare. “don’t cover yourself from me.”

your inside felt like it was burning, peak reaching and cool about to snap. you shake your head, eyes fluttering open to give your mate a pleading gaze. “you. are. cumming.” he mouths you, as if he's demanding for your release.

he tilted your pelvis one more and you knew it was over. you saw stars, your back arching from the mattress until the coil in you snapped causing your heat to spasm on neteyam’s.

left hand pulling on the bed sheet while the other slightly pushed neteyam by his pubic bone.

“don’t push me and take it, you wanted me to fuck you stupid remember?” you bring your head up, giving him a glare but his face said that only he did not care but he was proud of it too. his braids lying on his shoulder gracefully.

neteyam didn’t take much time either, eyes trained on the bouncing of your swelled tits. he was hooded and wanted to get to the finish line and so you helped him. “don’t hold back.” your voice was muffled at first.

“nete’” you purr at him, “don’t hold back.” you repeat and watch his pupil blowing wider. “you want me to cum?” he softly keens and you don’t hesitate when you nod, “please.” you practically beg and watch your man curse under his breath.

his long steady rolls were now deeper, casting your gummy walls and edging himself further. “in you?” he leans to nudge your nose, he wants to know if you’re comfortable with him doing that and his chest flicks with a tint of happiness when you nod, claiming you want all of him in you.

eventually everything came to an end; you moaning his name and accepting the torment he was giving you. his breath was ecstatic and shorter. “kiss me.” he says and you fulfill his wish, taking his lips in yours.

and it was hot. his load was heavy and warm when he painted your walls inside. fucking every drop of his seeds into you.

neteyam’s nose flared, calming himself with deep breaths as he braced himself on top of you. the sudden voice of yours pulls him back to reality.

“i won.” you giggle, fingers reading imaginary lines on his skin. “won what?” he was slightly confused at first. “i won with making you cum.” you say and he laughs, neteyam laughs.

“princess, i made you come first and you think you’re the one who won?” you were quick to defend yourself, you loved these types of post-sex arguments— which of course was not serious —. “but i still made yo—“ he pecks your lips, cutting you off.

“yeah and i never said i was holding back.” you stifle a laugh when he peepers kisses all over your face. “shut up!” your shoulder slacked in defeat but neteyam only laughed between kisses.

this were the moment you always wish eywa would never take away from you.

i liked this one! and you? — like + reblogs are appreciated! i love each and every one of you sm! mwah **

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[cfangi-art]

UPDATE 3- This year and next year’s art resolution

1)Transformers sketches

40% off the top of my head, 60% looking at a reference for 5 seconds before winging it… I tried I really did 🙇 (as always words further down)

^^Okay who do we have here?: Shockwave, Knockout, Jazz, Blaster, Two, count ‘em, TWO different Soundwaves, Arcee, Cliffjumper, Bumblebee, Windblade, STARSCREAM, Crosshairs, a small Thundercracker and lastly Nitro Zeus (??kinda??)

2) The explanation:

-that no one asked for…

I mentioned in a previous post that I was working on a ‘project’, this is it. One of my art resolutions this year was to start learning/improving how I drew mecha/robots for one of my ocs. Well I started all late 🧍so now it’s next year’s resolution too

I’m only sticking to Transformers for now since to my caveman brain it just seems like the easier option. it’s probably not. I guess if I get good at drawing something like Optimus Prime then I can definitely perfect my oc… right?

Transformers, Gundums, Voltron, and Pacific Rim have been some (amongst thousands) of my hyper fixations since forever though I only ever drew Transformers, Sonic, and Power Ranger fan art as a kid, not surprisingly they SUCKED 😭 regardless I decided to take out some of my old attempts -that weren’t destroyed- and redraw them in my current style

Which I may or may not post, they’re kinda cringe

Do I understand Cybertronian anatomy? No. Do I feel confident enough to draw them? No. Am I open to request? Sure why not. If you’ve actually read this (for one, thank you) feel free to send me your favorite TF character and I’ll see what I can do. No promises tho

Byee~ ✌️(>ω^)〜✨

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Gelu, Gelu Gelu Gelu Gelu Gelu-

Frankie wants to prove Cody's limits but Science is not enough, so, she calls for her auntie to ask her some tricks and ends up learning magic, AND ALSO (putting my own spice in the soup you gave me) what if she and Greene started to experiment with Energon and now Frankie can use magic with it???

Also also also

Cody ends up stablishing a relationship with Pred and Pred starts to think to actually stay at the island BUT FOR THE ANGST SAKE STARSCREAM AND SHOCKWAVE ARE STILL LOOKING FOR PREDAKING AND THE WORST PART IS THAT THEY END UP DISCOVERING CODY'S CONDITION AND WANT HIM TOO

Or, in the other hand, for the Slice of life and comedy sake, Predaking and Cody learning about each other is like an old, territorial cat meeting a new born crying kitten

(Ps: You know I'm not a fan of it but to adapt also means "I want Predaking cuddling in his dragon form with Cody in their griffin form like cats and Boulder puts a blanket on them and cuddles with them😭😫💖"

...I think I need to draw that)

@windydrawallday because maybe you want to know 👀

Working on the basic stuff as always, but generally, I have the idea!!!

Cody's Predacon form is a mix of tech and organic. The organic parts are the most noticeable but as he grows older more metal will cover his body. Feather and fur cover his face, that being a characteristic the original Onyx had. His wings are still little compared to the rest of his body, so learning how to fly will have to wait...

Cody can't access the memories of his past self yet(when he gets them, he'll remember how one of his brothers killed him 😬), yet, he displays a lot of behaviors Onyx used to have.

He is the perfect size so a bot like Boulder can carry him like a little baby and snuggle him into sleep, tho Cody can change size between forms the kid likes to be carried by the bots. In that size is also perfect so one of his siblings sleeps on him like sleeping on a pile of pillows skjdhfksjgbjg

Frankie WITH MAGIC gets access to Onyx's memories before Cody does and swears that she'll stop her friend from remembering such a cruel past... she also helps Cody to use his own ¨magic¨ and with the help of Doc Greene, creates an Energon suitable for him.

If the rest of the Decepticons find out about Cody and his ¨godly¨ powers, they sure try to kidnap him for their advantage but but

Then Shockwave and Soundwave find out that their lost Sparkling, Heatwave is the ¨carrier¨ of Cody, meaning that their grandpas now, meaning that they would most likely hurt part of their family... and most likely deal with an angry Heatwave...

But Cody is too nice and would be happy to meet his grandpas. One of them also created Priscilla... so...

And please, BLESS ME WITH PREDAKING AND CODY SLEEPING LIKE CATS!!! WE NEED THAT!!!!!

[paingoes]

Rubies

Terrors

(Content: living weapon whumpee, nonhuman whumpee, electric shocks, night terrors, panic attack, guilt, blood, conditioning, dehumanization, past abuse, past captivity, caretaker new master)

It had been a chill night. Delta had gone to bed earlier than normal, but that didn’t come as a shock. He seemed to need a lot of sleep. Apollo didn’t blame him for that. He had tried to stay up with Kitty for a few more hours, but he soon found himself just as exhausted. He called it in early too. He had just pulled out his pajamas when he heard Kitty’s voice from downstairs.

“Apollo!” She yelled.

He knew, immediately, something was wrong.

He was down there in an instant, faster than he ever liked to move but often had to. He felt the static electricity before he saw it — then he saw it. Delta’s door was open. He stood at the opening, bright arcs coming off of his body. His hair floated around his head and against gravity. His eyes were generating enough light to fill the whole room. Kitty watched in mute horror. Apollo hopped off the last couple stairs, immediately jumping between the two of them. Delta was still electric, still burning, burning, burning. He stared back at them with unblinking eyes.

“Miserum terrae,” he muttered softly beneath his breath. Apollo did not catch the exact words, but he caught the Latin pronunciation. He could see the way Delta was swaying where he stood. Asleep. He was asleep. Apollo reached for his hand.

The touch sent him into a fit, little bursts of energy leaving his body, jerking motions, screaming. He babbled on in Latin, gripping at his own hair, clawing at his own skin. Apollo reached again. He took both of Delta’s hands and pulled him down onto the kitchen floor with him. The touch shocked him badly, but he could live with the pain. He kept Delta’s hands secured. It stopped him from physically hitting himself; he was relieved to see that it also kept him from sparking so much. He’d read somewhere that even though they didn’t have to, psychics tended to use their hands as conduits. It made sense. 

Delta was hysterical, somewhere in between dreaming and waking. He babbled on in Latin. He was clinging to him so hard, Apollo was sure he was about to draw blood. 

“Shhh, sh, sh, sh, sh,” Apollo shushed him in a way that was nearly musical, half hummed. Kitty looked on nervously. “Night terror,” he mouthed. Lun used to get them all the time.

Apollo gasped in pain as a particular violent shockwave traveled through him. He gripped tighter, in part because of his muscles tensing involuntarily. Delta was starting to wake up. The sobs didn’t lessen any, but his speech was getting more intelligible.

“Mihi ignosce. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. Please.” 

His head was buried in the fabric of Apollo’s shirt. Apollo could feel it growing damp. He wasn’t convinced Delta was apologizing for the shock alone; he was probably still in the half-dream state, caught in some old memory. 

“Shh. It’s okay. You’re okay.” Apollo stroked his hair gently, rocking back and forth. He glanced up at Kitty, who was making a perfect :( face.

He was shaking so badly. The words gave way to barely restrained whimpers, little gasps for air. They waited patiently for him to come back.

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Delta let himself be led onto couch, too distressed to even protest. He curled in on himself despite the painful heat generating from his body. 

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated quietly, mortified.

Kitty sat down on the couch beside him, combing his hair out of his face. She braided it back. The cool air felt pleasant against his neck. 

Apollo set down the glass of water in front of him. Delta panicked again as soon as he reappeared. He could see the little puncture marks on Apollo’s arms from where he had grabbed onto too hard. He could still feel the electricity in the room.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He never would have done it before. Apollo didn’t deserve to get hurt like that. They hated him. They wouldn’t trust him. He’d known they would just as soon as they knew what he was really like. He didn’t want them to.

“You can hit me back,” he tried. Would that help? He needed desperately to be forgiven. He shouldn’t have even been on the couch. He had half the mind to throw himself at his feet right then, but the space between them didn’t allow for it. He shuddered.

Apollo kneeled instead. Well, not really. The posture was all wrong. Still, he had gotten onto his knees and leaned forward onto the couch.

“Hey. Look at me.” Apollo’s voice was serious. Delta obeyed. Apollo spoke very clearly.

“I’m not mad at you. You were having a night terror. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. And I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. You’re not in trouble.”

It took Delta a second to process the words. It did not feel like a real possibility. Not mad. Not getting hurt. Not in trouble. He was too distracted untangling this that he forgot to be panicked.

Kitty squeezed his hand. Apollo stood up, retreating to the kitchen to patch himself up. Delta remained in a stunned silence; he was still shaking a little. He couldn’t remember what had set him off or what he might have seen. All he really remembered was the fear. In the warm light of the living room, it was gradually fading. All of it was so confusing, endlessly. He was tired.

“Take a sip, babes.” Kitty lifted the glass towards him. He took it carefully from her hands, raising it up to his lips. He hadn’t realized how dry his mouth was, how much water he must have lost just from the heat he’d generated.

“Thank you,” he said softly. He was so grateful. He couldn’t understand the gentleness he was being shown. He could have gotten the water himself. He would have been fine if they’d just locked him in his room after. That would have been the right thing to do. He should have been punished somehow for the damage he’d done, the damage he could have done. But they had said he wasn’t in trouble at all. He didn’t understand why they were being so lenient with him. He’d done nothing to earn it. He felt sick with guilt.

Apollo pushed a citrus into his hand. “Here. You should eat.”

“Dude, why would you give him such a mechanically demanding fruit?” Kitty asked.

“Oh, I can peel it. The acidity helps, though. Or the vitamin C. For some reason it’s just really good for resetting your brain.”

He sat down on the chair opposite them. Delta undid the peel of the fruit himself. It was very sour, but not unpleasant. He did feel more awake afterwards, like the visions he had seen in his sleep were being forced further away.

“It was a night terror, wasn’t it?” Apollo confirmed, “Do you remember any of it?”

“No, sir.” Just the terror, sourceless. It was strange.

“Have you gotten them before?”

“No, sir,” Delta answered immediately. It was impossible. There was no way they would’ve let him get away with such a glaring design flaw. The security risks alone were unimaginable, even with the collar at full strength. Someone would have noticed.

Apollo considered this. He caught the look he gave Kitty. It wasn’t good. Delta knew how much of a problem this could be. He was a problem. He knew it. He was going to be more trouble than he was worth. He had to stop himself from apologizing again, as badly as he wanted to. Being sorry wasn’t enough.

“That makes sense, actually,” Apollo continued. “If you’re in an abusive environment for a long time, you develop methods to cope with the stress. It’s a kind of postponement. Once you’re out of it, all the emotions you’ve been repressing can resurface at once. It’s normal.”

The casual way in which he’d said abusive stood out to Delta. He knew what it meant; he wasn’t stupid. It was just strange to hear applied to him. Abuse was something that happened to real people. He was property. 

He’d gone quiet for a while. He was so used to the silence. 

“Do you need anything right now?” Kitty purred.

Nobody had ever asked. He could not even begin to answer. Kitty seemed to realize this, trying to narrow it down some.

“Do you want to try and go back to sleep? Or do you want to stay up for a little while?”

Easier. He was still so leery of trick questions, but even those were infinitely easier than the open-ended ones. 

“Can I stay up please, miss?” He had to keep his tone respectful, just in case it had been a trap. It’d have earned him some leniency.

She responded positively. “Ya! Do you want to watch anything? Or we can read!”

Her eyes flitted over to Apollo, who seemed to have collapsed right there on the chair. He looked back at them wearily.

“It’ll probably just be you and me, though,” she added.

“I can stay up a little longer, if you want,” he offered. He’d offered it to Delta. Delta nodded shyly. He wanted both of them there, if he could have it. He didn’t know how to say it. He wrapped his arms around himself. 

Kitty played an old movie on the projector. They didn’t make him speak for the rest of the night, a mercy he was very grateful for. He was content to just remain there on the couch, waiting slowly for his breathing to even out. Soon enough, he had forgotten there had even been any disturbance. When he finally went to bed again, he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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[jolyne-best-jojo]

What Stands I think the Logical Proposals wavewave family would have:

Soundwave: Hermit Purple. This one's pretty easy, it's got everything a wave of sound could want: break a camera and get photos of a picture anywhere in the world, have a screen to project onto and read minds, just use the vines on a TV screen and get a message like "x is a traitor". Or Moody Blues since being able to see and hear what happened to a singular person would make for great intell depending on who it is.

Shockwave: Gold Experience. Shockwave would love having it, funding becomes a far smaller issue if he can grow the body parts himself. Not to mention the research he'd do testing the limits, how big can the being he grows be relative to the original objects mass? Can he grow an extinct species? And he'd love finding these things out.

Ravage: Harvest. Being the only responsible child is hard, much easier when you have 500 tiny buggers to keep watch on everyone.

Buzzsaw: Kraft Work. Given his weapon building I feel like he'd find some use for being able to store however much kinetic energy in an object he desires then release it all at once.

Laserbeak: Mr. President. With the caveat that he just had the user on him at all times. Laserbeak wants a nap, just pull out Mr. President, hide it, and take a nap in the key room, he can even fill it with all his favourite blankets.

Rumble & Frenzy: Star Platinum & The World. This one's the most obvious, SP and TW stop time for 5 seconds, that's 5 seconds of free prank set up.

Enemy: Survivor. Probably a bit too surface level for his character but it makes sense. He wants enemies, Survivor makes everyone around him so mad they start beating each other to death.

Flip Sides: Sticky Fingers. It's got a pocket dimension to explore long range travel purposes with (idk if it can do that but presumably if Sticky Fingers opened a zipper in one place then went hundreds of miles away and opened another they should connect) and I think Flips would find that interesting.

Beastbox: Man in the Mirror. So long as he has a mirror shard with him he can hide away in the mirror world whenever he's feeling overwhelmed and come back when he feels better.

Slugfest: Pearl Jam. He may not be a cook, but given the positive effects Pearl Jam has on the consumers he'd absolutely learn how to cook to give healing meals to refugees.

Squawktalk: Bohemian Rhapsody. I don't know if It works if it's only audio but it turns fiction to life and what better way to tell your stories then making them real? (Just ignore the part where people are forced to play a part in the stories, usually the one who dies)

Garboil: Earth, Wind and Fire. Technically not a stand (but maybe it is who knows) the shapeshifting would be really handy for painting, don't wanna use a picture or just memory to base a drawing on? Just shapeshift into what you wanna draw.

Overkill: Scary Monsters. It can turn people into dinosaurs. He'd finally have Dino friends that the Autobots don't steal away before begging to hand them back. (Targets of it retain their sentience right? I can't remember)

Howlback: Killer Queen. This isn't because of the fact it's a cat, nor is it about it being able to turn objects into bombs or its tertiary bomb Bites the Dust being able to rewind time an hour. No, this is about Sheer Heart Attack being indestructible and as such the perfect thing to enjoy biting to no end, and honestly what more does Howlback even want in life?

Ratbat: Kiss. Sure, the duplicated objects crash back together after the sticker comes off, but so long as that happens long after he sells them it's not his problem.

Wingthing: I'mma be real, I got nothing, he got killed in the great cassette culling of chapter 36 and he was introduced in that chapter. Weather Report? Because he wanted to know how rain works?

[ficreadergirl]

Dangerous Inquiries (2.ch.11)

You were kissing Jason in the bathroom, tasting the salty taste of his skin as he moaned into your mouth. His hands were on your hips, grinding his hard length against you as he moved his tongue deeper into your mouth. He pulled back, gasping for air as he looked down at you, his eyes dark and intense. "You're killing me." he growled, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. You arched into his touch, moaning as he rolled your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "God, I love these." he breathed, his lips trailing down your neck. "So perfect."

"Then kiss them." you whispered, tilting your head back to give him better access. He did as you asked, his hot breath fanning across your sensitive skin before his lips closed around one of your nipples, sucking hard. You cried out, your fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through you. "Jason..." you moaned, arching further into his touch. He was so skilled with his mouth, driving you wild with desire. After one breast has been thoroughly worshipped, he switched to the other, lavishing attention on it until you were trembling beneath his touch. "Suck it..." you murmured, threading your fingers through his hair and holding him to you.

"Mm..." he hummed, drawing on your nipple even harder. You moaned loudly, your whole body tensing as pleasure threatened to consume you. "What do you want Y/n?" he asked roughly, pulling away to look at you. "Tell me what you need."

"I want you Jason." you whispered, looking deep into his eyes. "I want your mouth... and fingers... and..." you trailed off looking at his erection. "...and that."

"You want my cock?" he growled, pushing you up against the sink. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes..." you whimpered, feeling breathless from his intense gaze. "Jason, I need--"

He cut you off by capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue slid between your teeth, tangling with yours as he pressed you harder against the cold surface of the sink. One of his hands left your hip to slide up your body, cupping your breast again, massaging and teasing your sensitive nipple. The other hand moved lower, sliding between your legs. "Do you want this?" he growled, pressing two fingers inside you. "Do you want to get fucked against the sink?"

"Yes!" you cried out, arching into his touch. "Please, Jason..."

He groaned, thrusting his fingers deeper inside you. "Tell me what do you want Y/n..." he panted, his free hand sliding lower still, teasing your clit. "Tell me how bad you want this..."

"Fuck me now Jason!" you shouted, bucking your hips against his hand. "I need you! Please!"

"Do you like my fingers Y/n?" he asked, his voice rough with lust as he curled them inside you, finding your sweet spot. "Want me to fuck you till morning Y/n? Want me to paralyzing your legs with pleasure?"

"Yes!" you moaned, rocking your hips against his hand. "I don't wanna feel my legs! Fuck me!"

His fingers found rhythm inside you, stretching and filling you perfectly. "You're so tight..." he groaned, bending forward to capture your lips once more. "I'll fuck you so good baby... I promise."

"Yes! Do it!" you cried out, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Fuck me hard!"

"You should come first though." he growled, his fingers relentless in their assault on your senses. "Come for me Y/n... let go..."

With every stroke of his fingers, every press of his lips against yours, you felt closer and closer to the edge. "Jason! Suck on my nipple!" you cried out, arching your back off the counter. He obeyed instantly, taking your nipple between his lips and sucking hard. It was too much, the combination of his fingers, his mouth, his body against yours sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Yes! Jason! Oh God yes!" you screamed, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Your muscles spasmed and convulsed around his fingers.

As your cries died down, Jason slowed his movements, his fingers still buried inside you. He leaned in, kissing along your jaw and neck, nibbling lightly on your earlobe. "That feels so good baby." he husked, his voice thick with arousal. "Did you like that?"

It was strange, but you felt energetic. You started kissing him hard while he was waiting for your answer. "Yes... I love it when you're rough." you said before kissing him again while feeling his erection brushing against your leg. This aroused you even more. "You're so huge..." you mumbled, reaching down to grab his length. "I love it inside me."

"And you'll get plenty of chances to enjoy it." Jason growled before kissing you deeply again. You moaned into his mouth, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you right now. "How much you want my Y/n?" he asked, breaking the kiss to look at you. "How badly you want this?"

"Very badly..." you whispered trying to reach his cock with your hips. "Please, Jason..."

He pulled your hair roughly and started kissing your neck. His kisses grew more demanding, more possessive. "Y/n... I don't think I can ever stop fucking you." he groaned, lifting you up and sitting you down on the counter. "You're perfect for me... you know that?"

Your hands went straight to his shoulders, digging into his skin as you arched your back, offering yourself to him. "Jason... take me now." you breathed, your words coming out ragged and needy. "Please..."

He stared down at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire. Then, slowly, he pushed his hips forward, positioning himself at your entrance. While you were waiting his hard thrusts excitedly, he only gave you the tip, teasing you mercilessly. He was moving his hips in small circles, rubbing against you, driving you insane with need. "I'm sorry baby. I'll make you beg for it."

"Please Jason..." you said, trying to push him deeper. "Just do it..."

But he ignored you, continuing to tease you mercilessly. You were trying to grind your hips against him, to force him to give you what you wanted, but he held you steady, keeping control.

"Fuck me baby... pleas-- Ahh!" you gasped as he finally sank balls-deep inside you. The feeling of being completely filled by him sent shards of pleasure through you, making you cry out his name. He groaned low in his throat, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself to the hilt. He was thrusting hard now, his powerful strokes driving you wild with need. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close as he began to move faster, harder.

"Oh God Jason..." you moaned, arching your back off the counter. "So good..."

"Do you like that? Want me to fuck you like this?" he demanded, his voice raw with lust. "Is this what you needed?"

"Yes! Ahh!" you cried out, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervour. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little half-moons of blood behind. "Don't stop! Yes! Ah! God!"

But he stopped suddenly, pulling almost all the way out. "Tell me what you want." he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "Tell me how bad you want this."

The sudden loss of contact made you whimper pathetically. "Anything... Please just keep going..." you begged, your hips pushing uselessly against his stomach. "Don't stop... keep fucking me..."

Again, he was rubbing against you, teasing you mercilessly. Your nails left red lines on his skin as you tried to hold onto him, to pull him closer. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding against him in an effort to get what you wanted. But he stayed strong, refusing to let you have complete control. "Please Jason..." you whined, arching your back further. "Fuck me baby..." you begged while he was pushing the tip of him slowly in and out of you. His free hand cupped your breast, bringing his mouth to your nipple. He rolled it between his teeth, eliciting another moan from deep within you. You grabbed his hair and shoved his head towards your other breast, needing more sensation. He complied easily, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. "You're so good Jason..." you panted, your body trembling under his touch. "Finish what you sta-- Ahh!"

Once again, he plunged deep inside you, burying himself to the hilt. This time, he kept going, his thrusts hard and fast. "Like that?" he growled, slamming into you over and over. "You like being fucked rough by me?"

"Yes! Too deep!" you cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck. "God yes! Ahh! You're huge!"

"I'll fuck you Y/n. Everyday... everynight." he promised, his thrusts growing even more brutal. You could feel every inch of him inside you, filling you up perfectly. It felt so good, so right.

"Yes! Do me! Everyday!" you moaned, arching your back off the counter. Sound escaped you in broken gasps and moans as he continued to pound into you without mercy. "Jason! Ahh!"

His hands found purchase on the counter beside you, using them to brace himself as he took you harder and faster. The friction between your bodies built to an almost unbearable level, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel your orgasm building, growing stronger with every thrust.

"Harder! Fuck me!" you cried out, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Ahh!"

And then, he was there, his movements becoming erratic and desperate. With one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside you, his whole body tensing as he came. A hoarse shout ripped from his throat, echoing through the room as he spilled his seed deep within you. Your walls clenched tight around him, milking him until he was spent.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. You cried out his name, your voice muffled by his shoulder. He held you close, his lips pressed to your temple as he rode out your orgasm, his hips still moving in short, shallow thrusts.

When you finally came down from your high, he pulled out of you, letting your juices trickle from his cock. He leaned over you, catching your eye, his expression intense. "Are you okay?" he asked roughly, running a shaky hand through his sweaty hair.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. "Yeah... I'm fine..." you managed to croak out. "That was... incredible."

He smiled slightly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your forehead. "Good."

"And I think I can't walk." you added with a small laugh.

He chuckled softly, helping you steady yourself on the counter. "Well, I should wash you then."

"Yes please." you breathed, looking up at him with adoration in your eyes.

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before stepping away. "Which one of these bottles is shampoo?"

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[gumballavocadoharry]

A full crowd:

It was a perfect Saturday for a gathering of friends. Jacob, a lanky fifteen-year-old, sat with a group of his buddies on a patch of grass, their laughter echoing around the sprawling oak trees. They were discussing their favorite video games and sharing amusing anecdotes, the camaraderie palpable.

Jacob had always had a close relationship with his dad, Harry. They shared a bond that included weekend movie marathons and spontaneous fishing trips. But with the thrill of looming adulthood and the complexities of teenage social dynamics, Jacob often found himself caught in that awkward space between wanting to maintain his friendships and cherishing his father’s affection.

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the park, Harry arrived, waving enthusiastically as he approached the group. The sight of Mr. Henderson filled Jacob with warmth. He cherished his father's carefree spirit, but on that day, a sense of dread washed over him as he realized how this would play out.

“Hey, buddy!” Harry called out with a big grin, kneeling next to Jacob and giving him a bear hug that squeezed the air right out of Jacob's lungs. His friends chuckled awkwardly, some looking away, others trying to suppress their laughter.

“Hey, Dad. Just chilling with the guys!” Jacob replied, attempting to diffuse the situation while extricating himself from the embrace.

Harry stood up, oblivious to the teenagers snickering behind them. “Well, can’t have my big guy out here without a little love!” He pulled back and planted a big, smacking kiss on Jacob's forehead, an act that sent shockwaves through the group. Jacob’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, panic rising within him.

“Okay, okay, Dad! That’s enough!” he chirped, half-embarrassed, half-laughing, trying to save face.

“What's wrong with a little affection?” Harry asked with a playful grin, completely unfazed by the stifled giggles from Jacob’s friends. “You’ll always be my little sunshine, just like that day when you first learned how to ride a bike!”

The mention of Jacob’s bike-riding escapade, a mishap involving training wheels and a mud puddle, sent another wave of laughter rippling through the group. The nickname "little sunshine" echoed through the air, and Jacob instinctively wished for the ground to swallow him whole.

“Dad, come on! Can you just… not?” Jacob’s desperate plea only fueled Harry's playful spirit.

“Not a chance!” Harry declared, striking a playful pose. “How about a group hug, gentlemen?” He opened his arms wide, adopting an exaggerated grin that sent ripples of laughter through Jacob’s friends, who quickly rallied for the impending awkwardness.

“No, please!” Jacob begged dramatically as he tried to slink back behind his friends, a futile attempt to hide from his father’s unoften-overly-affectionate antics.

But Harry was undeterred. “Come here, you guys! Huddle up! Group love!” he hooted, marching over. Before Jacob could react, Harry had corralled the boys into a tight bear hug, squeezing them all together while planting quick kisses on each of their heads, punctuated by a barrage of silly pet names.

“Who’s my champion? Who’s my little all-stars?” he exclaimed, beaming with pride.

The scene became a spectacle, drawing amused stares from passersby. Jacob’s face turned a shade of crimson that rivaled the autumn leaves as he buried his face into his palms, torn between embarrassment, helpless laughter, and a twinge of affection for his father’s unapologetic antics.

Finally breaking free of the embrace, the boys erupted into laughter, their earlier amusement transformed into an infectious energy, the dynamic of the group shifting remarkably. Even Jacob found himself chuckling, albeit with a hint of exasperation.

With a sigh, he looked at his father, who was now holding court with the boys, recounting stories from Jacob’s childhood that included far too many pets and his failed attempts at cooking. They hung on every word, their laughter rolling like thunder.

In that moment, Jacob realized something. Though his face burned with humiliation, a deeper understanding collided within him. His father’s affection, even in its most cringe-worthy forms, was rooted in love. It was a reminder of their bond, a testament to years of shared memories that were worth celebrating, even if they did come with a side of embarrassment.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the park, Jacob caught his father’s eye. He smiled, albeit with feigned annoyance. Harry winked back, still blissfully unaware of the chaos he had caused.

“Maybe next time, just a handshake?” Jacob quipped, pulling his father in for one last quick hug before he retreated to join his friends again, laughing and shaking his head, a quirky grin plastered on his face.

In the heart of London, amidst the laughter echoing under the rustling leaves, it was clear: love comes in all forms, and sometimes, that love comes with a splash of embarrassment. But in the end, it was a small price to pay, for not just the affection, but the memories they would cherish forever.

[yanicide]

The dimly lit room smells of iron, of sweat, and something more sinister—something metallic, curling in the air like a silent promise. My breath catches in my throat as I try to steady myself, my legs shaking beneath me. There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The walls feel like they’re closing in, the silence hanging thick and suffocating.

A figure stands before me, cloaked in shadows, a figure whose eyes shine with an intensity I can’t escape. He’s so close, his breath warm on my skin as his gaze locks onto me with an unrelenting hunger. I can feel his every movement, every shift of his body, as he closes the space between us. His lips curl into a twisted smile, a smile that says he knows exactly what he’s doing, what he’s about to do. And it terrifies me more than anything ever could.

“You’re so beautiful,” his voice is soft, too soft, like a lover’s whisper, but with a biting edge beneath it. “But that won’t save you.”

I swallow hard, my throat dry, my heart pounding so loud in my ears that it almost drowns out his words. I want to scream, but my voice betrays me, leaving me mute, trapped in the terror of the moment. His hands move slowly, deliberately, a grotesque choreography of touches that leave me trembling, helpless, a victim in his grip.

His fingers brush against my skin, tracing the curve of my neck, the line of my jaw. I can’t pull away, can’t escape. His touch is cold, yet there’s a heat radiating from him that makes my skin prickle with fear. His scent is overwhelming, sharp, like iron and something darker—something primal.

“You’ve been so sweet, so compliant,” he murmurs, as if praising me for my submission. “It makes me want you even more. Every little part of you. I’ll take what I want, and you won’t have any say in it.”

The words sink into my chest like a sharp blade. There’s no fighting it. He leans in, his face so close to mine that I can feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. I flinch as I feel something cold press against my skin—a knife, I realise too late. His smile widens as he notices my panic, as he feels my pulse quicken beneath his fingers.

“Don’t be afraid,” he says, his voice taking on a darker, more mocking tone. “It’ll be over quickly. And you’ll be a part of me. Forever.”

Before I can react, the blade slices across my throat, a searing pain that sends shockwaves through my body. I gasp, the blood pooling beneath my skin, hot and thick. It’s almost as though the world slows, the edges blurring as I begin to feel the life slipping away from me.

The pain blurs, sharp and painful, but it doesn’t stop him. He doesn’t stop. His hands are firm on my shoulders as he pulls me closer, forcing me to meet his gaze. I feel the warmth of his mouth on my skin, the sensation of him tasting me, the sickening thrill that flickers in his eyes. His teeth sink into my flesh, and I can’t even scream, can’t even protest. My body betrays me, trembling beneath his every touch, every savage bite. His teeth scrape against the tender skin of my throat, and I’m certain I can feel my pulse in the rhythm of his hungry, insatiable movements.

The pain is blinding, the world spinning as my vision fades, but through it all, I can feel him, feel the satisfaction in his every movement. He’s taking his time, drawing it out, savoring the moment as though he’s relishing every drop of life he’s stealing from me.

“God, you’re perfect,” he growls, his voice low and guttural as his mouth moves along the line of my jaw. His tongue flicks against my skin, tracing the edges of the wound he’s made. It’s sickening, how he savours it, how he’s savouring me.

His lips are warm against my skin, the heat of his body radiating through me as he continues to pull me closer. Every movement is calculated, deliberate. He’s not in a hurry; this is his pleasure, his indulgence. The knife has long since been discarded, and now, he’s using only his teeth and hands to tear into me, to claim me in the most twisted, primal way possible.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers, his voice a dark caress in my ear. “Every part of you. I’ll carry you with me, in me, for as long as I live. You’ll never leave me.”

His hands grasp at my waist, pulling me tighter against him, his chest rising and falling against mine with every breath. His lips find their way to my neck again, and his teeth sink deeper, tearing into me with a sickening, satisfying crunch. My body jerks beneath him, and for a moment, I forget to breathe, my mind going hazy with the overwhelming sensation of pain and his unyielding hunger.

And through it all, he doesn’t stop. He continues to feast, continues to consume me with his eyes, his mouth, his very being. Each bite, each tear of flesh is a claim, a mark of ownership. He doesn’t just want to possess me; he wants to devour me.

I try to move, to fight, but my limbs feel numb, my vision starting to swim. I can’t tell where I end and he begins. My blood is slipping away, dripping down my skin, pooling beneath me, and all I can feel is him—his hands, his mouth, his teeth—claiming me, breaking me apart piece by piece.

“You’re perfect for me,” he mutters between bites, his voice strained with pleasure. “So tender, so sweet. I’ll never let you go. You’re mine. All of you.”

The words are a final seal, locking me into this grotesque intimacy, and as I slip further into unconsciousness, all I can feel is his teeth, sinking deeper into me. I am no longer a person to him. I am a meal, a possession, something to be consumed and savored. I’m no longer allowed to exist outside of him. And in the end, that’s all I’ll ever be—another broken piece of him, a memory wrapped in blood.

[ssongsboo]

Alr so Imagine beach sex with juhan BUT when the sun sets casting a soft glow over his pretty features and defining his body even more, making everything so beautiful, as you both are on cloud 9 and lose yourself in each other (yes this was inspired by the pictures LMAO)

the air is warm, carrying the faint scent of salt and the distant crashing of waves, the sun sinking slowly into the horizon and bathing the beach in hues of gold and amber. but none of it registers compared to the way juhan looks under the setting sun. the golden light paints his skin in soft, warm hues, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the curve of his lips. his hair catches the breeze, framing his face like a portrait too perfect to be real.

it’s just the two of you on the secluded beach, the world around fading into a blur as he presses you gently into the sand. the warmth of his body contrasts with the coolness of the grains beneath you, and the glow of the sunset creates a halo around him as he leans in closer, his lips capturing yours with a fervor that makes your heart race.

"do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?" he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and breathless, the roughness of it sending a shiver down your spine. his hands trail over your body, fingers tracing every curve as though committing you to memory, every touch deliberate and reverent.

the sun dips lower, casting long shadows and deepening the golden glow over his features. his body moves against yours, slow and intoxicating, every motion purposeful as he draws you deeper into the moment. his eyes meet yours, filled with an intensity that steals your breath away, and it's as if the rest of the world ceases to exist- just him, the fading light, and the way he makes you feel like you're floating.

"god, you're stunning," he murmurs against your skin, his voice deep and gravelly, the sound of it sending a shiver down your spine. his hands follow the curve of your hips, his fingertips digging slightly into your skin as he positions you just the way he wants. there’s an undeniable hunger in his movements, but also an aching tenderness that makes every touch feel like a worshipful act.

when he presses into you, the initial stretch has your breath hitching, your fingers instinctively clutching at his shoulders. he stills, his forehead resting against yours as his warm breath fans across your face. "are you okay?" he asks, his voice gentle yet tinged with need. you nod, whispering his name like a prayer, and it's all the encouragement he needs.

juhan starts to move, slow and deliberate at first, his hips rolling in a rhythm that matches the waves lapping at the shore. the friction is maddeningly perfect, each thrust dragging pleasure through your body and leaving you trembling beneath him. his hands roam your body, one gripping your thigh and pulling it higher around his waist, the other bracing himself above you, the muscles in his arm flexing with every motion.

the golden light of the sunset dances over his face, casting shadows that emphasize the furrow of his brows and the way his mouth falls open as he loses himself in you. his name slips from your lips like a mantra, and he responds with quiet groans that only fuel the fire pooling low in your belly.

as the sky turns to shades of pink and orange, his pace quickens, his breath mingling with yours as your bodies move in perfect harmony. as the pace intensifies, his control starts to fray. the softness in his movements gives way to a raw, unfiltered passion, his hips snapping against yours with enough force to send shockwaves through your entire body. the sound of skin meeting skin mingles with the distant crash of waves and the breathless cries spilling from both of you.

"look at me," he whispers, his voice softer now, almost pleading, as if he needs to see your expression just as much as you need to see his. his hands cradle your face, his thumbs brushing away the stray grains of sand as he gazes down at you. in this light, he's mesmerizing- his muscles taut, his features defined, and his lips swollen and parted as he loses himself in you.

your release comes like a wave cresting and breaking, crashing over you with a force that has your back arching and your fingers digging into his shoulders. he follows soon after, his body stiffening, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he lets out a deep, guttural groan that you'll never forget.

for a moment, neither of you moves, your breaths mingling as you come down from the high. the sky has darkened to a soft lavender, the first stars beginning to twinkle above, but juhan’s glow hasn't faded.

he pulls you close, his lips brushing against your temple as his hand trails lazily up and down your side, pulling you close, his arm draped protectively around your waist as the ocean sings its quiet lullaby.

and in that moment, as the day melts into night, you know there's nowhere else you'd rather be than wrapped in his warmth, tangled together beneath the endless sky.

[shiny-jr]

Ooooh! Shiny have you seen Transformers One yet? I got the chance late Monday night, and had the entire theater to myself and my brother. Nerd out. Wonderful animation, story and gasping. I wasn't into Transformers but I am now

I'm about to say it... I didn't enjoy Transformers One as much as I hoped I would. I've seen better. HOLD ON, put down the tomatoes, I know how it sounds, let me explain. Shiny rants time.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that I was distracted because I managed to sneak in a whole steak with two sides and a bag of bread to watch the movie, I'll say that. I will also say that animation is stunning, as is the world building which is simply fascinating because not many fans (especially those who've only seen the movies) know or have seen much of Cybertron. The look was gorgeous.

There's two major reasons I could name that might've ruined the experience for me, sort of three maybe. Firstly, as a Transformers fan, I already knew what becomes of Megatron and Optimus, which made the build up sort of meh when I knew what would happen in the end. However, I can see how it would be shocking for the few who don't know that Megatron and Optimus are mortal enemies.

Two, a lot of the side characters did not get the action or dialogue they deserved. I am a huge Bumblebee fan, but he was just kind of annoying in the movie and not in an endearing way, so it made it really hard to like him. Elita had her moments which made me appreciate her too, but it just wasn't good enough, you know? Finally, how dare they reduce Shockwave and Soundwave to a joke? I'll forgive it, because maybe it's pre-trauma and pre-certain-events, but those two can be pretty terrifying, especially Shockwave. He's a cold hard killer, that one. Overall, a lot of the spoken humor really fell flat for me. The funniest parts were the silent moments, such as when a character ran away (B on the train and Orion in the archive).

Something I can appreciate, however, is the topics that can potentially draw comparisons to our reality. The conversation of government control and the dangers of anarchism, classism and potentially racism(?) as in those with cogs and those without cogs. At least, these are the topics I drew from it. But hey, what do I know?

Overall, Transformers One is a good movie, but not a great one. It was real, it was fun, but not real fun.

I will throw in my two cents here, I believe The Wild Robot is THE bot movie of the year, not Transformers One. I have been obsessed with it since watching it. It far exceeded my expectations, and I've been thinking of it everyday.

I won't yap for much longer, especially since I'm getting off topic. Just a bit longer.

If The Wild Robot doesn't win animated movie of the year, I think I will genuinely be upset because it is just so so close to perfection. I don't believe y'all understand how harshly I judge movies. The only other movie that comes to mind on this level of perfection as this one or greater, is Puss In Boots: The Last Wish.

I am so so so glad I decided to see The Wild Robot in theaters. Let me tell you, I do not cry. I pride myself in being calm and composed, but this movie, god, it had me tearing up multiples times and feeling chills. If y'all haven't watched it, I HIGHLY recommend it. I compelled a mutual to watch it and they ugly cried :))

[steelthroat]

For the fandom ask game (if you have time with the horrors of schoolwork):

9. Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed!

14. Is there a character or ship you were so sure you would never write/draw but now you've changed your mind? (and if you fancy it, tell us how you'd write them...)

19. What's your favourite thing about [fandom] (the people in it, not the media you're all enjoying together)?

22. Give us a headcanon for Megatron, any continuity

Weirdly now we're in a static situation again... things change drastically day after day it's unreal💀

9: okay ooof I'd recommend literally all the things I bookmarked but uh let's see:

We are the music makers by lord squiggletits

Moronic acid by chuzilllaa

Shockwave making waves by now anonymous

The lottery by Ladydragon76

Oh and the sequels of the lottery too. My GOD. I've read that work so many times aaaaaargh. Between these are just some of them, but I am 100% forgetting other equally great works by other writers. Ah so many, so so so so so many.

14: mh at first I was kind of hesitant about anything regarding Ironhide, because I didn't know him as a character and he didn't really appeal to me... so when I stumbled upon bayverse!ratchet/ironhide I was like "huh... okay. Tell me more?" And really these two are super great together????? Like not just in thw bayverse, as a whole they're *chef kiss*

Also I think I also stumbled upon Bayberse Optimus/Ironhide at some point and while I also was unsure about it... oh my god they are perfect. One of my favorite otp as of now!!

And uh yeah I want to write about them one day, I would go with some kind of bodyguard au, but like using some of the main tropes, like Ironhide is the "bodyguard" canonically sometimes so yeah it would work.

Also I like bayverse Ironhide and his warrior origins and culture, I wanna do something with it and use it.

So uh banter, fluff, fighting (and training) as a form of flirting, middle aged men that don't know how to communicate like normal people, maybe I will also do something with my third-gladiatorop-au. Depends. But I will let them smooch 100% (and when it happens you'll be the first to know✨️)

19: other than being full of great artists, and I mean AWESOME like guys come on please how how ajshfjgujggjt. And writers, like FUCK I've cried so many times because of y'all, I once got out of the bus at the wrong stop because of a fanfiction. This fandom is full of very creative people that come in infinite shapes and forms, like seriously even when writing simple smut some of you are genuinely mind blowing because you come up with things that are... CRAZY and in a good way! But absolutely crazy!!!!

So yeah this fandom is cool, there's... more than meets the eye to it ✨️

22: so like... I have many headcanons regarding him like:

His fighting style resembles a dance, a deadly and mesmerizing dance. Optimus (my headcanon) fights like a wounded animal but when facing him he follows the rhythm Megatron sets and "dances" with him. Very beautiful spectacle if you forget that one of them could die... or maybe it adds more charm to it.

He massages. Idk lol I have one work published and 3 wips in which he massages someone because they had stiff joints or smth. Maybe I have a kink idk. But like not just like that, it doesn't always lead to sex, it's just that I like him tending to someone else when the situation calls

It was Soundwave that taught him how to dance. (This is my Megatron/Soundwave propaganda)

He knows how to play chess, he likes the game, he is a great player, he will never admit it because it's made by humans

He knows how to make impressions and has a sense of humor, which can be unsettling since you can never know when he's being serious or he's fooling around.

Everyone but Optimus say he has the best poker face in the universe. He does, it's not his fault he can't keep his emotions in check when op is around....

[uselessmicrowave]

Matchups! Yay!

Could I get with one with tf:g1 and one with tfa? I thought about decepticons, but others are fine too. Pretty okay if you'll do only one///

I'm not sure how personal it should be but here we go, I'll try to be shorter////

Here we go:

Average height and medium brown hair, have heart-shaped birthmark on arm, many moles, a bit freckled, plump and have stretches, boiled-oil-scars on leg /because I'm clumsy shit/

I'm an introvert, emotional/it's hard to make me yell tho/, anxious, often I'm just a whining mess, obnoxiously talkative with friends, have dad issues lol

I love drawing, reading/Lovecraft my lord/, recently started learn third language/ignoring my native/; favfood - seafood; style/clothes, right?/ mainly natural colors/want to wear brighter/, big and baggy, dislike skirts, hesitate about dresses

Bad habits - disturbed sleep pattern, sarcasm, I do everything at the last moment, pet peeves - drunk people and alcohol, smoking too, insects

And thankies^^

Hello! I’m gonna match you up with G1 Shockwave and TFA Longarm/Shockwave!

G1 Shockwave

He finds your freckles and birthmarks fascinating! He can’t kiss each mark but he can definitely gently head butt each one.

He may learn a couple phrases in your new third language to say (“I love you,” “Please,” “Thank you,” ect).

He also has a horrible sleep schedule, but if you make an effort to fix yours, he’ll do the same.

Shockwave will start reading with you, he gets really into sci-fi stuff.

TFA Longarm/Shockwave

The reason I put ‘Longarm’ is because he won’t be around you as Shockwave, in fear of hurting you.

He loves it when you tell him about how you got your scars, it reminds him that you aren’t perfect and he loves that.

He appreciates the clothes you wear, functional and cute to him. He’d prefer you wear purple or teal if you dress brighter.

As an introvert himself, he’s also quiet, but if you need him to he’ll do the yelling for you.

[optimus-jetpack]

Head Canon for Whumptober

So it'll be my first whumptober and doing some Transformers writing but I wanted to post a main post where my ideas are coming from and where it can be a one stop shop on my page.

So I am going to be writing about Grimlock as my whumper? whumpee? Not sure but he is one of my all time favorite characters and I think the story of War of Cybertron and Fall of Cybertron really makes his story a place to explore as well as the other dinobots!

For this whumptober I will be drawing from a personal head canon I have of that story line with Grimlock and the other dinobots. I am sure there is official lore for some of this stuff but this writing will be more fanfic then anything. But here we go.

Before the Dinobots, in an Era of Peace

Grimlock and the other "dinobots" at this time before the war were not the dinosaur alt forms we know them as. Instead at this time they were a group of mining bots that mainly worked smelting different ores into metals or energon.

The team:

Grimlock (team lead)

Slag (Smelter)

Sludge (Miner)

Snarl (Miner)

Swoop (Utility)

Slash (Transporter)

Skar (medical staff)

Paddles (Just hangs out lol)

Begrudgingly these bots did their jobs day in and day out on Cybertron. Most of the other bots stayed out of their way due to their hot headed nature but together they are a close tight family. Grimlock is that type of bot that is the fasteners to bolts, the wax that sticks to the exterior. He knows exactly how to deescalate Slag's temper, make Snarl feel included and always invites Paddles to the gangs bar outings. He loves his family and knows they are the best team on Cybertron!

During this time, Swoop always admired Grimlock. They are always following Grimlock around, talking and hanging out but too afraid to share their stronger feelings with him. It takes a major event to finally get Swoop to admit their feelings but at this point it might be too late...

When the war begins, Grimlock had his team stay neutral till a group of Decepticons tried to take their hard earned energon stash. Grimlock and the others destroyed them in battle and all of them had an epiphany of sorts. They all loved to fight. Optimus Prime came to them in a time of need and they all gladly joined as long as a fight was promised. Grimlock and his team became elite shock troopers for the Autobot cause. They were the first to fight, clearing path after path for Autobot armies as the civil war kept growing across Cypertron. A bond already forged by iron was now forged by fire as they all engaged in battle together. They were unstoppable, until they weren't.

Disaster Strikes

Near the end of the war Optimus sends Grimlock and his crew to disrupt a Decepticon supply chain, but once they arrived it was actually an ambush planned by Shockwave. For cycles Shockwave was studying the team to learn how to break them and he found that their special constructed mining bodies were perfect for alt form experiments. Shockwave takes them in, separated them into different labs and began to change them into monstrous forms. Sacrificing their minds to give them more servos, more metal, more primal. Upon waking up Grimlock goes into a rampage, frees his team and they escape through a space bridge to a Jurassic age Earth where they have to face their new forms.

Whumptober Writing

So my writing will start at different points in between the small timeline I outlined. I am not sure how many people will actually read this but keep a close eye to the post as I update it next month.