#this one is a bit forced but i thought it was funny

[mathewryf]

This is doing the same thing to me that the Sonic Forces Character Creator did: It's making me want to sit down and design my Sonic-sona (again) I need time and energy to sit down and do this dammit xD

Here's mine. At least, this is the version that sort of reflects me. Putting my rambling under a read more because this managed to make me type despite how tired I am!!!

The parts that are solidified: Dog as the species, Tails as my favorite character, my first memories are with movies/anime (both Sonic X and the OVA are part of my early memories, but apparently there's a lot of Sonic my older brothers showed me that I don't remember), and lastly, the Characters as what appeals to me most.

My favorite fan activity is listed as "other" because it's hard for me to pick one favorite thing. Maybe if there was a "deep analysis of the characters, stories and themes" option I would have picked that xD

As for favorite game: I picked Sonic Adventure 2 Battle because it hits some sort of common ground for the things I look for in Sonic. Both of the Adventure Games, Heroes and Unleashed sit at the top of my "favorite Sonic game" lists consistently, and I'm always cycling through them. That said, I haven't experienced every game first hand, nor have I even experienced everything the games I have played have to offer. That's one thing I love about the games: I'm always finding new ways to appreciate them, and new experiences. I only recently got to playing my copy of Black Knight, and it's like I was suddenly home again.

Now, some notes on the avatar:

I chose dog as a species because I am constantly compared to dogs IRL, and dogs IRL seem to really like me.

I go back and forth on whether to have the folded ears or the pointed ears due in part to the kinds of dogs I get compared to. if it was possible I'd have one ear pointed and one ear folded down xD

For the eyes, I went with a rounder shape because I'm a bit of a shy doofus IRL. To the point where I can be a bit too passive. I chose blue for the color because it was as close as I could get to my real eye color (central heterochromia B/G)

I chose red for the fur here because I actually used to have red hair! There's still shades of it present, especially when the sun hits it.

I went with the typical muzzle color because I'm basic™

As for the outfit, every time I come to this part I always ask myself "if I had my choice and money was no issue, what would I wear?"

Somehow I always come back to a leather jacket. I've tried ponchos, hoodies, hell I've even experimented with vests, but leather jackets just call to me.

As for the gloves, the ones I picked were to match the jacket, but the gloves I actually prefer to wear are a specific style of safety glove!

Building off of that, I also am extremely picky about footwear! To the point I know my boot size off the top of my head xD

I chose the boots in the profile card because they were the closest to the boots I wear IRL, but even then it leaves a lot to be desired. There weren't any shoes that reflected my casual shoes, either... what a travesty!

For context, here's a picture of the exact boot I wear for work:

And here's a picture of my casual shoes:

If it wasn't obvious, I did a LOT of thinking when I was making this card xD

It's funny, actually: I can put so much thought into something like this, but I can't ever seem to bring that energy out when I'm trying to actually draw what I see in my mind.

Someday I will, though. It matters that much to me!

ok so the new Sonic Channel fursona maker is in Japanese. Obviously. So for those of us who can't read Japanese very well, here's a rundown of the Profile page translations so you can work it accurately without defaulting to a translate page every five seconds!

Special thanks to @krafterwrites and @sonicbible for their help!!!! Esp sonicbible for helping me translate what my websites could not lmao

Selections under the cut!

Favorite Character

Can I just say? Sticks being included FLOORED me. Like there's my GIIIIRL. Also Maria??? MEPHILES??? Hello???

Favorite Game

SONIC SHUFFLE AND CHRONICLES APPEARANCE?????

What was your first Sonic experience?

What is your favorite fan activity?

What do you like about Sonic?

ALRIGHT GANG GO FORTH AND MAKE YOUR OCS. AND LET THEM KNOW WE LOVE SONIC SHUFFLE

[bbyg4rl]

game over

cw: bsf!jj x reader, dom!jj themes, teasing, slight smut !

summary : inspired by request ! you like being a tease, guess JJ doesn't exactly appreciate it.

< teasing, spit, spanking, punishment (?), reader is kind of a brat, not exactly smut but alludes to it! jj is kinda rough w reader! >

a/n: ty for requesting! hope you like this anon <3 ty for 500 followers btw!! love u guys <3

You loved being a tease. It was fun watching JJ squirm— the way his jaw clenched, his fists tightened and his breath caught in his throat like he was fighting himself. You were his best friend. Off-limits. But that only made it more fun. It left you wondering how long he could resist before he finally snapped.

Your first attempt, you sat in his lap. Not in an obvious way— But it didn’t matter. Not when you shifted just enough to feel the way JJ tensed beneath you, his hands gripping your thighs before he forced himself to let go.

The second time, you licked something off your finger—sticky, sweet, deliberate. His eyes locked onto your tongue, his jaw tightening as you sucked your thumb into your mouth, tongue flicking over it before pulling away with a soft pop. JJ exhaled sharply, “You’re a menace.”

The third time, you stretched right in front of him, arching your back, arms lifting above your head. You could feel how his eyes bore holes into your back, his breath sharp and tongue running across his bottom lip, slow like he was imagining something else.

The fourth time, You straddled his lap during a late-night game of cards. His hands hovered at your hips, unsure of what to do. You leaned into him, shifting slightly “You’re not even trying to win.”

“Not the game I’m worried about losing”

The fifth time, You sat beside JJ on the couch, pretending to be interested in the movie while your fingers played with the hem of your shorts. Slowly, you trailed your fingers along your inner thigh, and then you heard it. That sharp inhale. The way his breath got heavier, his hand flexing against his knee like he was physically restraining himself. You simply shot him a smile in response.

And the sixth time? JJ finally snapped.

One second, you were trying to tease him, and the next, you were being pulled through a doorway, the door slamming behind you, your back pressed against it as JJ caged you in with his body.

His hands gripped your waist, rough and possessive, his thigh slotting between yours. “You think this is funny?”

You bit your lip, “A little.”

JJ groaned, low and guttural, his restraint shattering as he grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up. “Im done playing.” And then his mouth was on yours—hot, desperate, starved. You moaned into his searing kiss, your sharp nails dragging down his arms, leaving red trails in their wake. He groaned at the sensation, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his lips skimming along your throat as he inhaled your scent.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” he rasped, hands sliding lower, thumbs dipping under the waistband of your shorts. “Sitting in my lap, touching me, doing the filthiest shit—” His lips ghosted over yours, his breath hot. “Bet you’re soaking right now, huh?”

You barely managed to nod before JJ’s hands gripped your thighs, hoisting you up, pressing you tighter against the door as he groaned into your mouth. “So desperate aren't ya?” he taunted you, rolling his hips into yours. Your moans only stirred him on more.

He pulled one hand away from your thigh to grip your hair; tilting your head back. His gaze was dark, intense, full of something you knew you had unleashed. Without breaking eye contact, he let a slow stream of spit fall onto your lips.

Your breath hitched, a whimper caught in your throat as heat rushed through you. His thumb smeared it across your mouth, smirking when your tongue darted out to taste it.

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice rough. “That’s what I thought.”

Your head fell back against the door, fingers tangling in his hair. “Shut up and do something, Maybank.”

He sets you down roughly, his grip firm as he towers over you. “I know you ain’t talking to me like that, missy” he growls, spinning you around and pressing your chest flush against the door, his hands locking you in place. Before you could catch your breath, a sharp smack across your ass shuts you up. The impact is sudden, sharp, making you jolt against the door. “You wanted to act up?” JJ growls, landing another; harder this time, his grip tightening as you squirm. “Then take it.”

“Jayj” you whine, hoping to earn even a shred of sympathy. But he just tilts his head, expression smug.

“Say sorry.” JJ chuckles, his hand trailing lazily over the burning spot he just smacked. “Say sorry, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Your breath catches. “S- Sorry” you stutter, voice unsteady. He hums in approval, fingers kneading the sore flesh. “Good girl.”

JJ's hands move with purpose, yanking your shirt over your head, his fingers grazing your skin as he tosses it aside. His eyes darken as they roam over you. He makes quick work of your shorts, dragging them down your legs, knuckles brushing against your thighs as he goes. He runs his fingers in between your thighs, smirking when you moan at the sensation. He gathers your arousal in his hand before standing up and shoving his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on him.

But you’re not about to let him have all the control. Your hands tug at his shirt, your nails scratching lightly down his torso as you lift it over his head. He barely gives you a second to admire him before he’s undoing his belt, yanking it free with a sharp snap. The sound sends a shiver through you, your breath hitching as he smirks. “Keep looking at me like that” he murmurs, letting his shorts drop, “and I might just let you cum.”

Oh, you were in so much trouble.

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[crimsoncandy04]

It's ya girl. Back at it again with the smut no one asked for but I'm doing it anyways because the world needs my thoughts.

Anyways since we're not selfish lovers here and I already wrote about Wanderer and his variants eating your cunt and making you scream...

Here's how I think it would go if you said you wanted to suck their dicks in return.

Kabukimono (my baby I love him he's so sweet and he's not gonna survive)

He’s the most innocent of Wanderer's variants, so he’d blink in confusion at first, honestly not understanding what you mean and why that part of him seems so special to you.

He'd let you but would be hesitant and nervous.

"Okay. If you really want to."

Then he notices the way your lips curl into a sly little smirk. You kneel down and start trying to undress him. And then? Immediate panic.

Because now he realizes that you're serious and weren't just joking. (He's excited but also this is a first for him so the poor guy is just a mess. Be gentle with him)

His face erupts into red, and he nearly faints once he feels your lips around his cock.

He is NOISY too. Moaning wildly at just the slightest touch and maybe even tearing up and crying a bit when you take more of him in your mouth and start to move a little faster.

Don't tease him. You might make him malfunction somehow. (Kabukimono.exe has stopped working)

Wanderer (he likes playing hard to get so you'll have to beg a little for it)

He’s not letting you off easy. His gaze flicks up from his clothes dick, and his smirk is dangerous. He slowly, deliberately reaches a hand down into the confines of his shorts and strokes the length of his manhood, watching your reaction the entire time.

“Oh?” he muses, voice dripping with mock innocence.

“That’s funny, because you look like you want something else instead.”

(He's actually very excited at the idea but he's not really as vulnerable as he used to be so he's going to try and distract you rather than just admitting he's kinda nervous. You'll have to be sweet but adamant)

He'd tease you and maybe try to drag things out but once he's balls deep in your mouth? He'd start to lose it. He'd groan softly and maybe whimper a little but at some point he goes completely feral and grabs your head before starting to thrust into your throat and fucking your mouth.

(He's still careful not to hurt you though. And if you make any sign of discomfort or sound like you're distressed he'd stop immediately.)

Scaramouche (Bro is hella quiet. And he's not moaning for you in a million years. It sucks but his actions speak of his secret desperation and honestly maybe getting him off could calm him down a little?)

Do you want to die?

Because you’re dead. Absolutely dead. He stops mid thought, narrowing his eyes at you with a look that’s equal parts suspicion and amusement.

Then, ever so casually, he leans in his lips brushing your ear.

“Say that again.” His voice is low, dangerous, daring you to repeat yourself. If you do? Oh, he’s making you regret it. He’d smirk, slow and taunting, before undressing himself and exposing his hardened cock to you before forcing you onto your knees and ordering you to pleasure him.

If he sees you hesitate after his response he'd taunt you.

“Hah. Not so bold now, are you?”

And he's rough too. Grabbing your hair and forcing his entire dick deep into your throat as he makes you take it as far as it can go. He loves watching you suffer. If your eyes start tearing up or he hears you make any kind of noise, it'll just arouse him further. He wants to see you slobbering and sucking on his cock in the filthiest, most obscene way possible just to make you suffer for wanting him in such a vulnerable position.

You played with fire. And now you’re burning. But the flames have never felt so good.

[fbfh]

𝓗𝓮𝓱....can I request a Leo Valdez x !dense at romance! reader

HEH INDEED TUMBLR USER HIGANYUUU. as an unsocialized and neurodivergent bitch meself I LOVE the dense at romance and oblivious to flirting reader trope. dynamic. concept or whathave you.

with Leo it's even better, because he thinks his feelings for you are TOTALLY one sided. he thinks he's doomed to be forever alone, trapped in a burning maze of his on inescapable feelings. he ends up venting to Piper about this one night when they climbed on top of the roof of one of the cabins to watch the stars (or if you prefer, get a teeny tiny little bit stoned. it's a summer camp for christ's sake. the older campers have weed stashed in a few places. the demeter kids TOTALLY have a hidden little garden where they grow weed and are constantly making breaking bad jokes. in the late 80s Chiron found it but was so stressed about the possibility of nuclear war that he requested a few blunts and made them promise to never speak of it again. see also: Leo lighting up for you with his hands???? heart eyes.) he tells her all about how his crush on you is so much worse than usual. He gets infatuated easily, but gods you aren't just another fleeting crush. he truly believes he is never going to get over you. and part of him doesn't want to.

Piper laughs.

she lets out a loud snorting laugh that she immediately has to apologize for. Leo lets out his own laugh, surprised and incredulous.

"Sorry-" Piper chokes out. Leo places his hands over his heart.

"Ouch," he says, watching her as she keeps trying to apologize and stop laughing. "I'm pouring my heart out here, Pipes..."

"I know, I know," she says, finally getting it under control. "I am not laughing at you. honest." She insists. "it's just... it's kind of funny that you think that, because they're totally into you too."

he blinks at her.

"...seriously?" he asks skeptically. Piper is already nodding intently.

"oh yeah." Leo can tell she's serious, he just doesn't understand how she got from point a to point b yet.

"It's an Aphrodite thing. I can always sense when someone has a crush on someone else." she sighs softly. "the air feels... warmer when you're in love. It smells like... like rose water, and summer rain. but if it's one sided, it's like... it's almost like a heater and an air conditioner blowing at each other."

she lets out a dry, sheepish laugh.

"it took me weeks to find out that we can't use it on ourselves."

he remembers that, when they first came to camp and she was freaking out about if she and Jason actually even liked each other, or if it was just implanted memories and forced proximity.

"feeling love, raw, real love from everyone around you but the person you want it from is..."

he laughs again.

"discouraging." he finishes.

"exactly."

it's quiet for a moment.

"so..." he trails off, wondering if you really like him too. Piper scoffs and turns to look at him.

"it's like two rockets butt to butt. red hot on both ends."

he noticed it after that. he noticed the way you'd glance at him when you thought he wasn't looking, how you'd go out of your way to bump into him, or linger when you didn't have to just to be around him a little more. so he did what he does best.

he started flirting the shit out of you. but only for a day or two. after that it quickly turned into wooing, then straight up sweeping you off your feet.

Leo's attention and affection seem to come at you like a downpour (not that you're complaining). he's suddenly all over you. he's making you little trinkets, pulling stunts just to show off for you, stealing you away for walks through the woods or to show you what he's working on in bunker 9 (which is basically like asking you to marry him. if he's showing you what he's working on in bunker 9 you might as well be married with three kids and twins on the way.)

and you are just so happy to be with him. he makes you so happy, feel so warm and excited, he starts consuming your every thought. his touch lingers, warm and familiar. on your arms, your shoulders, your hands, the small of your back. wherever his hands fall on you, wherever his fingertips playfully poke or brush under the flimsy guise of a leaf getting tangled in your hair, you feel it for days afterwards.

every time he doubles down, you simply... don't pick up on it. he has to go back to Piper at least six more times to confirm you actually do want him like he desperately wants you. she finds your obliviousness so hilarious she makes everyone in the aphrodite cabin promise not to interfere - much to Leo's annoyance - just to watch this play out. whenever you and Leo are alone, you're actually alone with half the aphrodite cabin observing from afar with opera glasses and popcorn.

eventually he just bites the bullet. he takes your pretty face in his hands, he tells you he likes you, he really likes you, he like likes you. you still don't get it. he tells you he has a crush on you. you still think he's being sweet and flirty and playful. he looks you dead in the eyes and says he thinks he's falling in love with you. you're like yeah! so like... falling in love in a.... friend.... way?? he squeezes his eyes closed for a moment trying not to let his pent up feelings and cuteness aggression win. he lets out a breathy laugh and looks at you very seriously and intensely and tells you no, not quite. falling in love with you in a romantic way. and he's gonna kiss you now, okay? not a playful platonic friend kiss, a falling in love with you kiss.

and motherfucker does he deliver. he pulls you so close, his lips are so soft and warm against yours. he doesn't even bother pulling away before he goes in for more. your head is spinning and his lips and his hands are everywhere. he's pulling you into his lap and leaning over you and you're holding onto him for dear life, whining and panting into his mouth. when you both reluctantly, agonizingly have to pull away for air, he keeps his hands on your cheeks, caressing your skin, breathing in the scent of your breath, keeping his forehead pressed to yours where his soft curls tickle your face.

"do... um..." you swallow thickly, struggling to speak as your breath heaves. "d-do you, uh-"

whatever you're trying to ask, he can tell you're nervous.

"'s okay," he murmurs, kissing your cheek, your ear, your jaw. "tell me."

he encourages you so tenderly, so honestly that you feel the rare sensation of your anxiety, your fear of misinterpreting signals or overstepping or being presumptuous melt away.

"I feel like you might have maybe a little crush on me...?" you breathe out.

he freezes, his mouth still sucking hickeys into your neck, and you can feel him smile against your skin, you can feel his laugh vibrating through your body from your throat.

"that... is a huge understatement," he mumbles into your neck. "but yes. I do."

he presses one more lingering kiss right below your ear and pulls back enough to look at you again, stroking your cheek, playing with your hair.

"a really, really big little crush."

you find out later that everyone at camp fully believed you were already dating (and just really bad at soft launching). you also find out the aphrodite cabin had a whole bet pool going on about when you'd finally get together. expect to never hear the end of it.

[pushspacetocontinue]

"Yeah, it, it was," Russell said, "And, and it's, it's gonna keep, it's gonna keep being, being worth it."

And while at the time, it hadn't been so great and sometimes he looked back on it now with some embarrassment with the way he had reacted, Russell was glad to see that Lucien had taken the advice of being able to walk his own path to heart.

"Heh, th-thank you," Russell said, "Sometimes knowing a, a friend is there to, to help you see, see things a, a different way can, can be helpful."

Not that he wanted to burden Lucien with that sort of responsibility. But he was thankful that some people out there seemed to see some good in him.

"Heh, m-maybe," Russell said, smiling. That was an amusing thought. The most he tended to show off was during gameplay or showing his drumming, "We, we could get match-matching outfits maybe. Oh like, like Penn and Teller? Heh, well, you're, you're right, I, I could be, I could be Teller. Then, then again, Antonio might, might think we're, we're trying to take, take his spotlight."

He hoped that sounded funny. But then he felt his eyes grow just a little moist at that, and a lump form in his throat. But Russell was quick to force himself to regain his composure. Now was not the time. This was meant to be a happy time, even if that might have been because of how touched he felt rather than being sad.

"Th-thank you," Russell said, "And well, even, even if, if we, we can't ch-change what, what happened. We, we can keep, keep on mov-moving forward. And, and, and we, we all support each, each other too, and, and I, I appreciate you as, as well, and will keep, will keep doing so."

But then he laughed a little bit.

"Well, I'm, I'm just gonna have, have to spoil you in, in turn, aren't, aren't I?" Russell joked back, "But, but, but right now, I'm, I'm happy just, just being here, with, with you. That's, that's, that's al-already won-wonderful."

But he was already thinking that Lucien might just need a bunch of Luma plushies; one in every colour.

"I'm glad as well. It was all worth it."

It made his past choices even more daft. But Lucien understood now that sometimes smacking his head against the evidence of reality was necessary at times.

"I know you will and you can stay assured I will be there to cheer you on." Lucien replied, before he chuckled, "And perhaps one day we’ll both be showoffs."

It went without saying that somebody as well versed in fashion like him couldn't underestimate the potential of coordinated outfits. And of course, he acknowledged that it was a bit silly to imagine that sort of thing. The truth was that everything felt a bit less impossible while being in a friend's arms.

"I'd rather be co-stars like that magician duo— What were their names again? One is tall and the other never talks on stage."

For once, the size reference was a coincidence. Lucien made sure to still adjust his hair so that they wouldn't bother Russell.

"I could say the same about you." he replied softly, "You deserved so much better. But even if I can't undo that, I can still appreciate you now and, why not, even spoil you a little." There was a faint smirk as he said that. "Although, you will have to wait until I can fully reopen my shop for that."

[sunrisecaminus]

Hallo hallo, tfp Soundwave enjoyer here, is a cybertronian reader x Soundwave acceptable? ;

Where the reader mentions wanting to be a carrier within Sounders hearing vacinity[cameras n' whatnot around the Nemesis or just whenever reader knows he's nearby] maybe even teasing him about wanting to be one but soon as the reader is confronted they are just too flustered.[take this info in either sfw or nsfw, I just think it'd be mad funny if the reader was being a little shit up until they are confronted and they just fold immediately] - 🎐✨

Message - This is adorably funny, but I don't think I wrote this one well. I apologize for the writing if something is bad.

Soundwave x Cybertronian Reader NSFW

Summary - Cybertronian conjunx wants sparklings and teases Soundwave so badly that he goes to shut her ass up (sensually).

Warning - NSFW, Brat Tamer?

It's work hours, and right now you wanted that to change. Being able to being conjunx with Soundwave was such a privilege, being able to not be harassed by soldiers all the time. Soundwave saw you as an important soldier and took you under his wing to teach you how to be a better combatant. After realizing he can trust you with work, Soundwave started to see you more as a friend than an employee. It flourished to love, and now both of you work with each other well and have became very feared in the Decepticon ranks. Megatron thought of you as nothing more than a replacement and didn't want to get attached to you, but Soundwave forced him to, not wanting there to ever be a moment where Megatron can just sacrifice you without hesitation. Soundwave is smart to understand that if Megatron likes someone, the person will ultimately be able to lie longer in the war. He wanted to make sure his conjunx would have a nice relationship with his leader to make sure you were safe, but honestly he kind of regrets it now. You and Megatron are the bratty duo and will never leave him alone about things. Both of you make excuses for each other's messes…it makes Soundwave want to just walk out every time. It was no joke that he was the reason this entire war kept going and the Decepticons not in the grave right now.

You knew it would be a good time to play another trick on Soundwave, but this time, it would be more sensual. It has been well known to you that you have been wanting sparklings for a while. It makes you upset whenever the war keeps going on, knowing that if you had a kid now, it would be very dangerous. After some thinking you were able to plan out a safe way to take care of the baby, but now it is time to tempt the second in command to help him understand you want to make the next generation. It's rumored that Soundwave checks camera's almost 24/7. Is it true? Yeah it is, sometimes you have to drag him away from the computer to have him catch a break from working too hard. Looking around, you see a security camera in your office area, the lens focusing on you with a red light on the top of it, showing Soundwave was actively watching you, or at least has the footage on his computer. You smirk at the camera and rubbed your arms a bit, slowly going over around your frame. Rubbing around your chassis, all the way down to your thighs; You give him half lid optics to try and tease him. Soundwave was checking all his tabs when it cuts to the security camera in your office. He sees you posing for the camera and realized what you were doing. He stares at the screen, thinking to himself 'what is this little shit doing?'.

Getting up on your desk, you slowly spread your legs and rub your servos around your upper legs. You had to think of another way to grab more attention, but you didn't want to give him your whole valve. Laying on the desk, you arch your back to be in a more sexier position and spread your legs open more to show your whole body. You don't know if he is even looking from his computer; What if you were doing this all for nothing? Either way, you looked great doing these and you were going to enjoy yourself looking fabulous on a table. You roll onto your stomach and pull out a drawer for the front of the desk, pulling out your energon cube for lunch. As you drink your energon, your butt was right in the camera's vision and your legs were slowly kicking in the air. Thank goodness you locked your door, the only other person knowing your code to enter in is Soundwave.

Speaking of which, you hear the door clicking a bit from the other side, meaning that someone is punching in the code to come it. You sit up at the edge of the desk and wait to see if it opens, which to your luck it does. Soundwave's figure is there, staring at you with a unemotional face like he always has. Funny enough, after knowing him for so long, you can kind of tell what he feels even when you can't see his face. Something is telling you right now he is giving you the 'The hell is wrong with you?' look under that mask. Giggling from his entrance, you cross your legs and smile. "Hi baby! Had fun?" He didn't move, thinking about what to do with your gremlin ass. The evil smirk you are giving him makes him feel like he needs to fix it. His tendrils come out, which automatically made you nervous and timid about what he was about to do. You surrender your arms in the air and give him some nervous laughter. "H-hey now! I was just teasing y- Ah!" You scream from him forcefully grabbing you by the arms, throwing you back onto the desk and shutting the door. You didn't think he could be so rough with you, but honestly he has needed to tame you and stop this bad behavior from the start~

Tendrils are wrapped around your legs to force them open, making you blush madly and try to get them closed out of embarrassment. "Wait! D-Don't be so rough!" You playfully complain about his new change, but honestly it was quite hot to see him so aggressive. He takes his servo and opens your panel, making you feel the air hit your sensitive areas. Moaning from the new touching, you grind on Soundwave's servo to show you wanted more from him; He understands your intentions and doesn't give you what you want. His servo doesn't move, not giving you the pleasure that you thought you would receive. You whine from the horrible feeling and kept grinding, trying to stare at him with your pleading eyes. Soundwave waits until you kiss one of his tendrils to show him you meant nothing, but love. Soundwave doesn't want to give you pleasure if you were going to keep the attitude going. Feeling his digits enter inside you, makes you look up at the ceiling of the room and moan out his name. It felt so good, but your mind was going to other places…like sparklings. All he knows is that you wanted to interface, but maybe the mood would change if you told him how you really felt in this moment. Looking at him again to try to catch his attention, which you did, motioning something is wrong. Soundwave stopped what he was doing and went back to mother mode, pressing his servo on your chassis. His screen gives a question mark to show that he was listening. Sighing out of nervousness, you stutter trying to tell him your wish. "I th-thought maybe we could try something n-new? I have been thinking about being able to take care of…little ones." Soundwave perks at the two words you spoke out to him and he thinks about it. You know he is still there by him rubbing his digits on you chest.

After sometime you feel him grabbing you again, but with a little more gentle in touch. Soundwave caresses your thigh and drags you a big closure to his body. His tendrils tie themselves around your arms to pull them above your head and start to press his crotch plate into your valve. Gasping from the pleasure, you smile knowing he agree with wanting children and is being more romantic in his approach. Soundwave releases his plating and drags his spike in between your folds. Your mind was a daze, not understanding why you were feeling so much while also receiving so little. If this is how much it takes to get you into a mess, then how is it going to be when Soundwave pounds inside you? His tendrils play with your digits as he inserts himself inside of your walls. Your back arches as he starts to smoothly go in and out of you repeatedly. "Ah! Soundwave! Oh baby!" Your optics were so blurry, only thinking about what was happening to you now. It had to be the best feeling you had in years. Wanting nothing but him, you wrap your legs around his body and kiss his head. You have already cum from your sensitivity, feeling the sweet bliss of Soundwave slamming inside of you deep. He takes a bit more, but after a while he thrusts one more time and fills you up to make sure every inch of your insides were full to the brim. He watches as your body goes limp, capping you and secretly taking you to his room without anyone finding y'all. He sets you on his birth and turns the air conditioning on. Cleaning your frame before slipping in the sheets, Soundwave wraps an arm around your body and nuzzles his helm with yours.

[anonmousegosqueek]

So, I was thinking about poly 141 complete (GhostSoapGazPriceNik)

So, maybe they go in Christmas leave at Johnny's house, and Johnny's parents are completly clueless about their relationship, both because John never addressed having a partner and because they are really casual aboit it (on base they kinda hide it, bot by hiding it for so long it became showing affections in small gestures that you have to look into to notice love between all of them).

The night comes down, the uncles, aunts, cousins and nieces go home, they remain in the Task Force and Johnny's parents and two of his sisters.

Johnny has to go to sleep in his old childhood room (tradition every time he goes on leave) and remain a guest room and the two small couches in the living room.

Maybe they don't fuck, but they defnitely cuddle, maybe one of them can't sleep and goes down in the kitchen and has a conversation with those that are in the living room or something like that. You choose who sleeps where ;)

AGHHHJ- FENNEC IM SORRY

So this was so scrumptious yummy texture thought that I wanted to make a whole fic, right? And I'm still gonna do that, no one can stop me. Problem is: I'm in waaaay over my head.

So yeah, this has been sitting in my ask box for too long 😔

I just wanted to say that I DIDN'T FORGET!

I'm just silly and struggling.

To tide me y'all over, I have some fun little sillys we came up with under the cut.

Ship name? Ghoappricenikroagaz. It's funny because pp.

Sleeping chart: Soap got his childhood bedroom, bottom bunk. They put Gaz in the top bunk, bro slept cuddled up to Soap every single night.

Ghost got the couch, Mama MacTavish apologized constantly about "making such a big lad sleep on the sofa" and such. Ghost didn't mind, Gaz thought it was hilarious.

Price and Nik got the spare room, mostly because they're the oldest. Soap jokes about being jealous, except he also totally sneaks in there one night. They wake up to a Sargent somehow on top of both of them, muttering in his sleep.

Roach comes in later (delayed flight/spent the first bit of break with his mom)

For being the "quiet" member, he won't. Shut. Up.

Everyone is dancing around the romantic aspect, he comes in with a kiss and an offer to suck dick.

He also starts to openly argue with the homophobic aunt. She's not homophobic out of hatred, she just doesn't think about it and keeps on talking about "when they get wives" she supports 'the gays' she just doesn't think about them. Roach reminds her in the most passive aggressive way possible*

*good for him! No notes, let him do whatever he wants.

Nik is out here, zoning the heck out while surrounded by a family all speaking literal Gaelic (yes I know most Scots speak English, I need this tho). 8 languages? Sure! *Scottish*?? Bro does not understand a bit of what they're saying.

Ghost has the easiest time with the language. As the resident Johnny Whisperer™, he can understand (mostly gathered from context clues) what the conversation is about

The sisters all have bets around what the heck is going on relationship-wise

At one point they literally gang up on Soap, cornering him like they're about to kill him.

You'll just have to wait and see how the conversation goes (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Ghost is the favorite uncle, full stop.

[ducktracy]

ALSO, last ask reminded me. i've often gotten praised for how i write Daffy's lisp and i'm super grateful! i've never thought much of it, so it's always funny and sweet to hear it be a recurring topic in the tags of my art. the way i actually write his lisp was dictated by Mel Blanc himself

kinda. sorta. i haven't read his memoir since the only time i read it in 2019, so i could be misremembering, but i recall Mel discussing how he approached Daffy and Sylvester's lisp and he mentioned it being a "sth" sound rather than "th". and if you do pay attention and listen, the s is always in there--it's just got a super sloppy finish (particularly in the case of Sylvester, who i think is a bit more jowl-y. yet again i'm quoting Mel talking about how the difference between their voices being that Sylvester's is gentile, which is super funny to me. and Daffy does have a much more rhythmic, musical lilt to his voice! i like that Joe Alaskey occasionally gives him some Yiddishisms). i'm always amazed at how wrong people write his lisp, not necessarily fans but i've seen officially licensed comics where he's said "sure" as "sthure"??? "SURE" IS NOT AFFECTED BY INTERDENTAL LISP SOUND!! AAAUGH

i'm stupidly bent on having the dialogue be readable crystal clear in Mel Blanc's voice. to the point where i agonize over it for hours, it's one of my biggest artistic obsessive trappings. and, to do that, i'm very bent on capturing the sounds and words as they're heard. this can lend itself to some very incomprehensible onomatopoiea. for example, Daffy sometimes pronounces "always" as "allus", and i've drawn him saying "allus" before. reading that with no concept you're probably like what the actual hell. but you take the moment to read it in his voice and you can hear it and get the gist! it's more authentic that way and i think more stimulating, it forces you to slow down and parse these voices and characters instead of being some vague line of filler that you scroll past

this, in combo with writing the lisp, can mean a jumble of text on-screen which is not good for accessibility. i sometimes skimp on Porky's stutter a bit for this reason too, i need to study it more and maybe be more accurate to how complex it can be.. i want my writing to be stimulating and accurate to read, but not an accessibility nightmare, so that's why i try to make the "th" after the s" on anything Daffy says smaller. that way the lisp is still there and it still sounds like him, but your eyes still go for the word itself rather than being distracted and snarled by a bunch of extra letters. as an ADHD haver i know this personal hell well. i've done something similar with Porky's stutter at times, making the stutter smaller than the actual word, and that's maybe something i need to remember to do more... but his stutter is much more a noticeable part of his speech than Daffy's, who i often forget even has a lisp because i'm just so used to the way he talks. it's not as obtrusive, and he still has those regular S sounds in there to sort of compensate

BUT THAT'S ALL! it makes me happy when people comment on this, because it's something i have put a lot of thought into establishing, but has become an afterthought to how familiar of an impulse it is to me. so i thought it'd be neat to explain my thinking

[totorive]

Just some stupid thoughts but yall im hungry for some Mafia COD au, like please give me recommendations. Especially one where the reader does not know the full extent of their job or does not know it at all? The funny misunderstanding as they try to lie their way out of suspicion?

Like I’m just thinking about childhood best friends! 141 who you were close with up until they all left and disappeared, with no clue where they all went.

Years later down the road, you have a career as owner of a florist shops or cafe (A cozy job? Yes please!) to stumble upon them again. Of course you’re glad to see them again, hoping to catch up and be close like you guys were as kid.

Mafia! 141 who moved away to begin their harsh training to take over their respective family as they’re the heirs to well established families. Who have to learn to move on from their first love as they would rather die before bringing you into this cruel world of theirs.

Mafia! 141 whose first instinct when meeting you again was to push you away, but they could never say no to you when you ask to meet up again and catch up. Who found themselves unwilling to leave you and have to find ways to protect you from their enemies (their enemies may not be able to harm them, but doesn’t mean you can’t be harmed) while lying to you about their occupation, wishing to not taint you with their lives.

Mafia! 141 who are dons of their respective families, never having to personally get their hands dirty ever since taking that role (I mean families that serve them and their underling can take care of it, why should they get their hands dirty?) until your land lord was getting a bit too suggestive and touchy, well then…

Maybe reader gets kidnapped to be used as bargaining chip by their enemy only for Mafia! 141 to declare war on them and use the full force of their authority to get their girl back? That’s how she founds out who her nice and kind childhood friends of hers really are?

This is such a cringy and non thought out idea but I just love the idea of Mafia! 141 and Oblivious! reader, is it cheesy and stupid? Yes but I love it. I cannot write for the life of me so…

please give me fic rec!!!

[unfortunate-brat]

sundown

pairing: dbf!jensen ackles x sirenita!reader

word count: 1.5k

synopsis: you finally meet the guy who’s face is plastered all over the town’s bilboards in the most unexpected way…

warnings: getting caught, inappropriate thoughts, slight flirting

yazzy’s comments: girl in banner does not reflect reader! simply aesthetics. also, i am accepting blurbs and asks about this idea. follow @unfortunate-bratfics for fic updates 💕

beware: minors or ageless blogs who interact with this will have their throats ripped out !!

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as the waves tickle your feet, you close your eyes one last time as the sun begins to set. it would be the last time you’d be home tonight. you’ve already said your goodbyes to friends and needed to say one last farewell to the ocean.

your fingers dance along the tiny waves, enjoying the cool salt water on your skin despite being submerged not too long ago. the salty sea drying onto your sun kissed skin, which thankfully wouldn’t suffer a burn. thank your sunscreen for that one.

as the sun sets, you’re up on your feet, gathering the towel while walking up the steps to head into the room just above. technically speaking, the room was on the second floor but the layout of the home was a bit different from the norm. your father wanted the ground floor to feel more like a basement area and the second floor to feel like the first one. his words. though try as you can, you’ll never understand the vision but are thankful you have your own beach access.

however your access to the beach also gives you a glimpse into the neighboring home, specifically the one that was what appeared to be an office. each step you take upon the wooden stairs leading up to your bedroom got you a closer look at what’s going on.

one hand is pressed against the glass, along with the unbuttoned blouse of someone who’s struggling to keep up as a brute force pushes her against it with harsh thrusts. though the woman’s eyes are closed, yours happens to make contact with the man behind her. his dark forest pools of green staring into yours and you can only smirk.

what your neighbors do is none of your concern but seeing him get caught fucking some girl is kinda funny. surprisingly however, his thrusts don’t stop despite the eye contact between you both. in fact it gets even harsher as the girl’s screams are slightly muffled. you can only guess he got turned on by the sight, maybe its the thrill of being caught. or you in the bikini, leaving little to the imagination. but that’s just the delusion talking.

you keep walking back to your room, stripping in the bathroom as the shower turns on with a cool spray of water. whoever that was, you’d most likely never see them again.

*

“everything packed?” your father questioned as plates are set down in front of you both. tonight’s dish was molé rojo, accompanied by some white rice and for your plate only, grilled onions. typically you didn’t make special requests for the kitchen staff but had expressed a craving for this childhood staple before you left home.

“for the most part, just need one more suitcase.” as far as you knew, this was a five year trip abroad to study in Mexico. there you’d take courses on the culture, touch up on some spanish and get in touch with your roots. something your father wanted you to have access to as he didn’t have the best upbringing. yet knew, you should know where you came from. it was paid for by him as a graduation gift, though you wonder if he simply wanted the house to himself for once.

you couldn’t check on your room while gone, so all valuables were locked in a safe. those you couldn’t take with you at least. your fingers fiddled with the shell charm on your necklace, a gift from your father when you were a little girl who was non stop obsessing over little mermaid. your favorite character being not ariel herself but the sea witch, cause who didn’t wanna be a badass with magical powers?

“honestly mija, this trip is gonna be good for you.” your father takes a bite of his food, blessing himself for choosing the best chefs in the world cause it tasted like home. “i don’t want you to grow up being disconnected because of my upbringing and plus,” he offers a reassuring smile despite the fact his only child is leaving him for five years! “you’ll be staying with family. that’s who matters at the end of the day.”

you had been to mexico only twice in your life, each trip cut short due to your grandmother fighting with your father over little things. yet what you can recall is that mexico’s beauty was something magical itself and you wanted to experience that again. though your abuela may not like you for being the spitting image of your father, you hoped within the five years those feelings might change. maybe she just needed more time to get to know you.

just as your father was about to say another word, the doorbell rang. the butler quick to open the door and reveal who it was, though you focused on the food in front of you. sometimes your father’s associates popped by the house and steal your father away for something, yet as footsteps approach you can’t help but be curious. “it’s delicious and i know you need something better than burgers in your diet.”

you look up to see its the man from earlier, who you caught fucking some girl. only now he’s dressed in some jeans and a black button up that barely was holding onto his biceps. one little flex and you’re certain the fabric will rip. “mija, this is our neighbor jensen ackles.”

you’re quick to stand and shake his hand, noting how his own practically was swallowing yours. now with a name to the face, you recalled all those billboards around town with a law firm on it.

“nice to meet you sweetheart.” god even his accent was enough to make any fabric be ripped to shreds, specifically your own underwear.

you nodded, sitting back down and resuming to eating your food. stealing glances every now and then at your semi famous neighbor. you’ve heard he’s lived there for years but never caught him in his own home till today or seen the dude around honestly.

one of the staff brought him a plate and jensen was slightly hesitant. growing up in the south, there wasn’t much diversity in food and as to no surprise the man grew up on hot dogs and burgers. rarely would his family choose to eat or cook anything else, too worried they wouldn’t get the right item.

with one bite of both the meat and rice, he tries the dish. the flavors of the red chile and some other spices hitting his tongue, which gets absorbed by the rice. a rich flavor no doubt and jensen himself is surprised. its not overwhelmingly spicy which was a fear of his, sometimes he can’t handle spice.

and while jensen was discovering other food outside pure american with his tongue, you had tried your best not to stare at him too much. the way his stubble highlighted his jawline, twitching slightly with every bite. looking far more handsome than those billboards spread across town.

“seems like you’re enjoying yourself there jay, there’s more than enough if you’d like seconds or some to take home.” your father chuckles as jensen nodded in agreement, watching his buddy eat more of the food.

you simply smirked, knowing that after that little workout earlier in his office, he had to be starving. excusing yourself, you offer your father a hug and wave goodbye to jensen. tomorrow was going to be a busy day and you rather go to bed early.

retreating upstairs, you prepare the final suitcase and take a look around your room. a place that would be sealed in time to this very moment, till you returned home. the flight was sometime around 8am and you’d need some sleep to be there at 5am, per your father’s insistence to be there early.

changing into something more comfortable, you open the bedroom door and spot jensen in the hallway. his figure towering over your own as he walks out of the bathroom. a small smirk on his lips as they roam over your figure. “sleepy already?”

“long day tomorrow.” you managed to mumble, noting his teasing tone. “you heading back home mr.ackles?” addressing him so formally seemed foreign but the glimmer in his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“yeah, got some stuff to take care of in the office.” he has to keep the dirty thoughts at bay, the age difference was too much and as a high profile lawyer, he knows that path was destructive. but that doesn’t mean jensen can’t flirt just a bit. “thank you for not overreacting about earlier, some neighbors get hysterical.”

you know the age difference is too significant to ignore and part of you wants to tease back but its risky. your father is downstairs and he can easily come upstairs at any second. then again, you’ll be gone for five years. it won’t matter. “it’s not a big deal, you’re a man who has needs.” you simply shrug your shoulders. “hope you gave her needs some attention to.”

with that, you entered the bathroom and completely misses the way his jaw clenched as the door closes.

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[threegoldfish]

Marlboro menthols, huh? Jake cannot help it, he has to scrunch his nose a bit at that; From all the possible choices that guy could've gone with to feed his addiction, he decided to go with Marlboro menthol.

Well, it... fits him, in an odd way. Looking at Sterling, Jake sees him as that kind of man to smoke a menthol one. Yet, he can imagine the scent; It's doing nothing for him, the opposite actually, and Jake is quite thankful for the other to not smoke right now - would disturb the distinct, nice aroma of his own cigar, after all. Much more rich, much more well-balanced, warm and wooden and a little sweet, next to all the smoky; That's what Jake likes, what he thinks is sophisticated, on top of that.

However, the part about Sterling craving a smoke to this day is understood - Jake certainly is addicted, and since he shares a body with his two partners, they might be as well. In fact, it surprises him that Steven never fell for it, especially not now, with Jake fronting a lot more than he did when the others weren't aware of him. Funny enough, Marc is addicted as well; He does not admit such, but he's the one to ask Jake to share a drag or two with him whenever Steven's asleep in their mind, unaware of Marc being a bad boy, as he's portraying himself as a non-smoker, after all.

Jake's smirk widens a little, amused, as he keeps thinking about it - gaze averted, just lingering on some imaginary point as the cigar is brought back up to his mouth, another intake of smoke following soon after.

...Then, he chuckles. The motion causes plumes of smoke to escape his nostrils, with him arching a brow as he tilts his nead and even offers a nod; Head lowering a bit, taking in the sight of the concrete beneath his expensive dress shoes.

"---Steven's certainly not good at it - keeping a cool head." Agreement here, with Jake glancing back up as he moves his free hand, taps his temple. "Too much anxiety going on in there. ---I think you also overwhelmed him a bit there; Innocent thing, has never really been confronted in such a way before."

Head lifting again, with Jake standing straight, he folds his one arm over his chest - causing his tie to get a little crumpled up in the process - and then continues to smoke his cigar, blowing tobacco into the air, soft gushes of wind carrying the scent away.

"I'm impressed." An acknowledgement, and Jake's actually serious; His gaze even... lightens up, somewhat, not as dark anymore but certainly still his sharp self. Assessing, watching, brown irises lingering on Sterling again - his features. "You arrived early, to prove your own point. Tal como lo haría un verdadero agente."

And, as Sterling mentions the whole safety-thing... Jake's gaze actually softens even further, makes him feel thoughtful for a second there. Perhaps a little... guilty, even? But it's only there for a brief moment, said thoughtfulness covering it up. That's awfully caring, isn't it? That the other really wanted to make sure Steven isn't held hostage in any way, or...forced into stuff.

"No offense taken." A nod. "I appreciate that you looked out for him." Jake does. Genuine, again. "He's safe, I'm making sure of it." Literally, but Jake doesn't elaborate on it. He just takes another breath, then goes on.

"---So, you have experience when it comes to D.I.D. ...Yeah, explains a few things, definitely. Most don't - not in a world like the one we live in. Easier to tell someone you're possessed - or an alien - than to tell about a mental...---" An odd break there, with Jake blinking as he knits his brows. "...A mental state.", he finishes. Hates to call what they have a disorder, as, for him, it's the most beautiful thing that could've happened to them, honestly. To him. To his life.

There it was. There was the subtle and amused acknowledgement that he had been right. Sterling wouldn't have been surprised if he had been wrong, there were a number of explanations and, admittedly, D.I.D. was a big leap for him to make. The world Sterling operated in didn't always follow the simplest of logic. Sometimes it was magic, sometimes it was alien, and sometimes it was just the broken.

Sterling supposed he also fell under the category of broken in his own way.

The agent remained silent as Jake assessed him. It was an unusual explanation for Sterling to suggest and that had to come with some interest on the hitman's part. He didn't remember Jake's features being quite so dark back then. The sinister look in his eyes coupled with the way his lips form an amused smirk.

He couldn't help but feel like everyone under that gaze felt like hunted prey.

"I was always a Marlboro menthols man when I smoked. The smell is... half the addiction. For me, at least." He spoke casually, shoving his hands in the pockets of his tailored pants. "It's memories. Though... whenever anyone lights up in front of me, no matter the scent, I have to fight my own craving." He wasn't sure why he was telling Jake this now. He supposed small talk dialed back some of the tension that had been building at the sudden discovery.

Why not twins?

"If you were merely brothers you both would have told me from the start. It's an easy enough explanation. You don't give a look like a deer in headlights if someone simply asks for your brother." His voice was even and calm. His brown eyes lingered to other things on the dark streets from time to time rather than staying fixated on Jake. It eased his own mind looking away from that look in Jake's eyes and, he hoped, projected from his own self that he wasn't intimidated enough to watch him for signs he might pounce at any moment. "Plus... When Steven's shift ended and the museum closed, Steven never left. You never arrived. Still a leap on my part but... you're not the first person I've met with D.I.D."

Despite only knowing Jake through criminal dealings and only having met Steven that morning, Sterling took a moment to look at Jake, really look at him, and added quietly. "But your secret is safe with me. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't putting Steven in some sort of danger. No offense."

[pericorobocat]

Suggestive

[conjuring-ghouls]

Terzo funny moments (3/?)

So me and @sxnnelysister are back with more parts for the Terzo series we've been working on! As always, you can check her blog for the next part (and give her a follow if you haven't already! 🖤)

[dullahandyke]

didnt even touch on the sandra lynn stuff int he tags of the last post bcos if i talk about her im liable to explode. get behind me, middle-aged divorced woman proficient in archery

[rivilu]

disjointed fandom posting sorry but it just hit me that pwotr is like. the only rpg where a companion never once left my team

[bmpmp3]

the really beautiful landscape/skyscape animation in makoto shinkai's works tends to be the big thing i see focused on and that is understandable and deserved like the weather and lighting effects are unREAL but i do think we should also appreciate how absolute insane the plotlines of his original movies get. at least two movies with in universe catastrophes with major ecological implications. the guns and explosions. theres that one movie i havent seen yet with the guy who turns into a chair (?)