#imagine being this hot...

[zeropro]

Don't worry, Sunstorm didn't fly all the way to Earth from Cybertron all by himself!

Because it's my au and i can do whatever i want, what if my oc hung out with all the cool kids. Somehow managed to shoehorn the Lost Light in there somewhere.

After Optimus Prime and his crew left Cybertron with Megatron on his trail, they all crash land on Earth and go into stasis. Back on Cybertron, Hot Rod is like, guys OP has been like, MIA for a few hundred years now, we should maybe go look for him? And Ultra Magnus and Elita-1 are like, doesn't seem like a good idea, so of course Hot Rod does it. He gets a space ship, crews it with his best bud, a bartender, a janitor, and a psychopath (okay whirl prolly sneaks onboard himself). Instead of finding Optimus they find the Dead Universe and a different Prime. Nova Prime. The guy who wanted to do the colonization like six million years ago. Anyway, they duke it out, and Cyclonus joins them. Then they like, have wacky space adventures, find Rung on a neutral colony somewhere and he joins them because serving on space ships is what he do. They go back to Cybertron at some point and find out it's all dead so they go out and try and find some solution to this. Then at some point Optimus Prime and the rest of the Autobots wake up on Earth, and so they go to Earth and meet up with them. They all hang out, then after Optimus dies, Hot Rod gets his name changed to Rodimus, and goes back into space because he and Bumblebee dont get along, and thats when they pick up Sunstorm en route and give him a ride back to Earth!

Sunstorm can have a little therapy, as a treat.

[jjkyaoi]

the headcanon of regulus just being able to cry on command is horrifying but also the funniest thing i’ve ever fucking heard. like i imagine regulus is hanging out with the marauders, post black brothers reconciliation, and him and sirius are bickering and sirius JOKINGLY goes “well it’s not MY fault it’s impossible for you to show any emotion” and regulus blinks. and then just fully starts sobbing.

and james and remus and peter are all like ?!?!?! what the FUCK . RIGHTFULLY SO. and james’ heart is hurting so bad because he’s never seen regulus cry before and he’s trying to comfort him and hold him and regulus, (who is gay and a little shit) is just letting himself be hugged and letting james pet his hair or whatever and remus is like. sirius what the fuck apologize to your brother??????? because sirius has been sitting there the entire time unmoving and he just raises his eyebrows, completely unimpressed and deadpan when he goes, “you guys do know he’s faking right”. and then when remus and james both are like HUH??? torn between bewildered and angry with this reaction, regulus just extracts himself from james, face completely neutral but with tears drying on his cheeks, no sign of the heaving, hyperventilating sobs he’d fallen into literally a second ago and says “i win”. it terrifies peter so bad that he can’t look him in the eyes for a week

[crystallizedtwilight]

Motivational speaker Buggy!

[n30n-gut2]

Idk saying that with ur college profile picture you haven’t updated in years is crazy

(Based on this meme I keep seeing float around and I took a crack at it)

[sarahrune]

normalize making insanely hot vampires that aren't toreadors

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.

[pharawee]

WAY

▷ PIT BABE THE SERIES 2 · Episode 1

[jun3ee]

A couple more minutes? (T.K)

A/N: If I made a fic about 2010 Tom face-fucking the reader, would y’all read…?😖🥺 ANYWAYS this was rushed asf- it’s basically the (Sub! Bill) fic I made but with Tom, it’s super rushed sry. 😔 (NOT PROOFREAD) (Sub! Tom x Fem reader)

(MDNI)

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“B-Bitte Liebe”

Tom lets out a whimper, his body flush against yours as you straddle him, getting him all worked up before the last concert as you rub your clothed cunt against his clothed, throbbing cock. His forehead being covered in beads of sweat, but not just from the concert.

The big bad guitarists' eyes glazed over as slight tears threatened to slip over his waterline. You keep grinding your body on him as people outside continue to yell out how much minutes he had left, but frankly, could you help stopping at this point after seeing him on stage? Watching his fingers work on the guitar so expertly as the veins in his forearms slightly bulged? The panting you could hear from him as he strummed his guitar to the songs? Watching the beads of sweat slowly drip down his head after each performance? Watching him thrust into that damn guitar, bucking his hips up on it as he searched for you like a lost puppy in that big crowd with those big, beautiful brown eyes that are looking into yours right now helplessly begging to cum..? Definitely not.

“Out in twenty, Tom!”

“S-Scheiße”

He mumbles. All this guitarist talking about was being such a tough guy in all those interviews. That whole demeanor being switched as you watched him whimper and whine under you, squirming and grabbing your hips as his solidified length twitched and yearned for more under those rough textured baggy jeans of his. His teary brown eyes looking into yours as you keep grinding on his clothed cock, gripping on his long dirty-blonde dreadlocks as you watch his words turn into pretty broken whimpers, your panties already being drenched from all the stage teasing, so why not get payback?  

“F-Fuck Liebe S-S’please” He whimpers

“You like that, hm? Fucking slut”

Poor Toms cock helplessly throbbing as he breathlessly looks up at you while pathetically trying to cover his whimpers, wanting nothing more than to just pull his pants down and watch you suck his pretty cock as he overflows your mouth with his cum, but he knew he didn't deserve it after all of that teasing. You watch him helplessly grip onto anything he can, his hands desperately wandering anywhere they can as he presses sloppy kisses and hickeys down your neck. A little wet stain of pre-cum on his boxers, you couldn’t help but get even more turned on by the fact that he was such a little needy mess under you, hiding the fact he loved being degraded like the little slut he was. It just got him even more harder and whiny,

“M-M’ please”

He mumbles, the poor boys voice trembling so cutely and pathetically, each barely coherent word turning into a desperate plea or breathy whimper into the crook of your neck as the poor boy attempts to pull his pants down, his fingers fumbling on the belt as you shove them away, his cock creating a prominent print on his baggy jeans as he lets out another needy whine,

“What did I tell you, hm? Ya’ think you deserve to fuck me?”

You coo into his ear, grinding slightly more aggressively on Tom’s clothed length, feeling how hard it was through the fabric directly between your legs, causing a delicious friction. His eyebrows furrowing as pure lust and need fill his eyes.

“N-No.. J-J’s lemme cum p-please.. I-I’ll do anything”

He mumbles into your neck, little tears streaming down his cheeks as his breath hitches in the back of his throat, you keep relentlessly grinding on the needy boys cock, watching his bottom lip quiver as you start to place kisses on his lips, lolling your tongue around that sexy lip piercing of his in such a lewd way that he loved, his tongue dancing with yours in a sinful way as he bucks his hips up, rubbing and thrusting erratically between your legs, the poor guitarist unable to express his throbbing arousal as he lets out more moans and whimpers along with cut-off gasps, anxious to cum in his boxers as he whines, his needy grip on your hips with his calloused hands getting tighter as his knuckles start turning white,

“Y’ wanna cum that badly, hm?”

“B-Bitte bring mich einfach zum Abspritzen”

“Tell me how badly you want it, Slut”

You mumble into the sensitive skin of his neck as he lets out a choked gasp, sloppily kissing you and bucking his hips up faster, rubbing them up between your legs, desperate to catch his release. At this rate, you knew the poor boy was already close.

“I-I’m c-cumming!”

He chokes out, helplessly letting his hot cum burst out his cock, soaking his boxers as it ruptures through the fabric causing him to roll his eyes back and let out whiny cries. A breathless look spreads on his face, just like the one he makes while playing that damn guitar, his body going completely limp under yours, fully spaced out as he tries catching his breath in pants.

“W-We still have a couple more m-minutes, d-don't we?” He whimpers…

[qrrieterisunnq]

I mean…he looks so Daddy coded in here

you did not tell me that you two have kids already @sweethischier

[fluffylino]

what are your thoughts on primal/chase w Minho? Cause I can't seem to get it to leave my head and you always have such great thoughts so I wanted to share this

Feel free to ignore this tho if if it's not your cup of tea or for any reason rly 💙

hi hi anon

this was really fun to write. honestly ive been wanting to write something like this with minho but never really got any good ideas. hope you like it!

warning- mainly cnc and minho is pretty mean. (but we love it)

-contains mature themes

the hallways seemed like they would never end. would you ever escape him? your legs hurt from how fast you were running.

you could hear him. his footsteps growing louder and louder as he moved in closer.

you looked around. searching for somewhere to hide. anywhere. your eyes scanned the place.

a dressing room. it was far but it was reachable if you ran. so you did it. huffing, your heart racing. you opened the door, it was dark. at any other time you'd be scared of how dark the room was.

but now.

now, you had to hide.

you carefully shut the door. hands moving about to find any switch. a light switched on and you were surprised to see how clean it actually was.

you turned your back to the door. looking down at your feet, only to see a shadow on the floor.

"there you are, kitty"

your heart jumped with a start. how did he get in so fast?

minho shut the door behind him, arms reaching over to shove you firmly against the wall. there was no way you could get away.

"l-let me go" you screamed, trying to move out of his iron grasp. he pushed your head against the wall. your cheek squished and you struggled to even move.

these were the times you realised just how strong he actually was. and if he wanted to he could do anything he liked.

"no s-stop stop i-it" you said, as you felt him lift your skirt up. it was your favourite skirt. not to thick yet not too short.

"shut it. stop fussing" he hissed out, tugging your panties down. his fingers inching down. you wriggled around.

"a-ahh h-hurts it hurts" you cried out as he shoved his fingers deep into you.

so deep you felt a tinge of discomfort. you weren't wet enough to take three of his digits.

you whined, unable to even speak.

"you know you want it. relax kitten."

he mumbled into your ear, pulling his fingers out. you shivered at the loss.

"be a good kitty and get on your fours"

you shook your head. never.

"n-no i don't w-want it"

he let out an exasperated sigh behind you. a noise of surprise leaving you when he manhandled you. forcing you to the ground.

he maneuvered you. keeping your head pressed on the white floor. your back arched and ass up. skirt pushed up to expose you completely. embarassment was what you felt.

minho used his knees to keep your legs apart. you couldn't help it.

your cunt throbbing for something more. something bigger. something wet.

whereas your mind was all over the place. everything was happening so fast you didn't know if you were ready.

no prep. but this is what you and him had discussed much ahead of time.

consensual non consent. he could fuck you whenever he felt like it. regardless of whether you wanted it. and that made you feel some type of way.

his personal playtoy. your body belonging to him. him having complete control over you. the control part is what you loved.

"you say you don't want me but look at you" he let out, you could hear him take his belt of with one hand. his zipper being pulled down.

"arching your back for me, your leaking so much kitten. anyone would think you're a bitch in heat, presenting yourself to me"

you felt your eyes water. desperation.

"i-..i-" you stuttered, his grip on your hair so strong, you couldn't even lift your head up. your face smushed down.

"when are you going to accept it..shut up and take it"

your mouth dropped open. a pained whine escaping you as he entered you.

fuck, he was so big. you'd never get used to his size. and now with no lube, your thighs trembled at the discomfort. a heavy weight.

"ah-h m-minho hurts..p-paining" you cried out, body shaking at how stretched out you were. you were at your max.

"oh does it?" he asked, voice going low and condescending.

"still hurts?" your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he moved his hips. burying himself even deeper. this time not stopping his movements.

"accept it, kitten. you want me to fuck you full. to breed you" minho said, voice cracking as you still tried to adjust to him.

you squirmed as he held your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. choked out noises and whimpers leaving your parted lips.

"d-don't want your c-cum hnghh-"

your eyes shot open as he pulled out completely. you stayed extremely still. not knowing what was going to happen next. he mumbled an annoyed 'fine'.

"crawl." he said out lazily.

"come on im giving you a chance to walk away"

could you really believe him? you hesitated for a entire minute. unsure. until you rose to your elbows and slowly inched ahead.

your speed slowly increasing. that was till you were dragged back. his cock slipping back into your warm cunt with no effort.

"you really thought huh"

"your pussy is begging to be filled. your dripping onto the floor. so quit lying."

tears fell on the ground. everything felt so good. so real. so different.

"i'll make sure to pump you full of my cum until you can't take anymore. you take what im giving you"

his hips ramming into you. getting pushed forward with every animalistic thrust.

"n-no pull o-out...pull out p-please minho not in me" you cried out, shaking in his grasp. you wanted it. you wanted his cum.

"you cunt says otherwise. swallowing me fucking whole like its been starved"

he held you in place.

one particular hard thrust and you could feel him inside you. filling you up to the brim. your own cum mixing with his and leaking outside of your poor abused hole.

"ahhhh keep it all inside"

minho instructed, watching as you clenched. trying your best to keep all of him in. but you couldn't. sitting on his haunches watching how your pussy quivered at just how much had seeped out.

warm.

sticky.

your knees gave in and you fell completely on the floor. your breathing heavy.

minho shuffled around behind you. everything was beginning to set in. but minho was there. you knew he was going to take care of you.

"did so well for me, sweetheart"

[chubbychiquita]

sometimes i forget how desensitized to obesity ive become looking at women who are 600lbs+, i feel like i've barely gotten started but then i remember im already carrying an extra 200lbs of blubber and can't even fit in a standard bathtub or airplane seat 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

[skunkes]

mood for the past 17 years that has just been getting exponentially worse since

[absolutefilthimsosorry]

Sooo have we talked about the fact that we all went crazy over a picture of Phil looking dishevelled with his chest showing and then they posted this one??? Because I wanna analyse this.

They’re trying to feed the phannies but they obviously don’t quite get what made us go feral about the first picture because these do not have the same energy to them at all

[birdy-babe]

I SAW SOMEONE SAY WHAT IF VASSAGO IS A BLITZO LOVE INTEREST

HAHAHAHAHA I LOVE IT

[jun3ee]

Just a couple minutes (B.K)

A/N: My personal apology for not writing bill smut, this is maybe my second time, so don’t be afraid to tell me how I did! ALTHOUGH, don’t go too harsh on me 🙂‍↕️ (Tom version here)Sub! Bill (nb-reader) it’s also a short ass fic so I’m sry (NOT PROOFREAD)

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“L-Liebe”

Bill whimpers as you kiss him, getting him worked up before he goes on that big stage again for the last performance. Hearing the people outside continuously yell how much minutes left he has left, but frankly you dont care at all, continuing to straddle his clothed, hard cock as he lets out breathy whines.. Could you help it? Watching the sweat slowly drip down his face after each concert? watching him coming back to the dressing room breathless after performing? the adrenaline pumping in his veins after? Watching him tease you in the crowd by lifting up that shirt of his revealing that sexy tattoo of his, searching through it like a lost puppy trying to find you with those beautiful brown eyes of his that are looking up helplessly into yours right now? Definitely not.

“Out in twenty, Bill!” 

“S-Scheiße” Bill whines, grabbing onto anything as you straddle him, grinding yourself against his clothed cock in those tight black jeans of his, watching the beads of sweat slowly drip down his face as he presses sloppy and needy kisses on your lips, a wet stain already on his boxers from his pre-cum. Watching him tease you on stage carelessly with a little smile on his face was too much, he knew what he was doing, and he knew what he would get for it.

“P-Please Ma-Make me c-” 

Poor Bills cock throbbing and twitching as he breathlessly looks up at you. His voice trembling so cutely, barely coherent words turning into pretty broken whimpers, moans, and cut-off gasps. His hips erratically jerking up and rubbing between your legs as he keeps pressing needy kisses down your neck, his tongue swirling around with yours in a lewd and steamy kiss, the poor boy not even able to express his desperate, throbbing arousal as he grips onto the furniture tightly until his knuckles turn white.

“You wanna cum that badly darling?”

“P-Please” Bill chokes out, “I-Ich werde ein guter Junge sein” He mumbles, pathetically trying to cover his whimpers, anxious to cum in his boxers as he tries holding back for a while although he knew he couldn't for any longer, squirming and turning into a needy mess under you as he grabs your hips. You watch the poor boys face turn into a desperate expression as he bats the tears out of his eyes, rolling them back as you cup his cheek, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Such a slut.. You like that, hm?” You coo, grinding on him while slightly increasing your speed, he pathetically nods, his eyebrows furrowed with pure lust and need in his eyes, his own words turning into whimpers and whines,

“Use your words” You say, watching Bill let out broken gasps as he throws his hands on your hips,

“I-I’m c-cumming-! ” He chokes out, doing just that. His hot essence bursting through his boxers, his body going limp as he finally reaches his climax, his bottom lip quivering as he completely spaces out…

“W-We still have a little more time d-don’t we?” He whimpers…

[limeinaltime]

He's a ten but he looks like he has three bodies in his basement

Inspired by @/pepurroni on twitter's Sebastian design, love that freak <3