JC's Reblogging Stuff - Blog Posts
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✧₊‧˚⁀➷Two Sparks✧₊‧˚
✧₊‧˚⁀➷One love ✧₊‧˚
For @sparkboundd ! Of his Oc Demeter and Optimus Prime (TF:LS) ♡ early Valentines day present ♡
These designs are so gorgeous Holy shit
humanformers Optimus ideas got me in a chokehold and i had to get it out of my system before i implode--
+bonus comic:
HELL YEAH‼️‼️
LET HIM GET PAMPEREDDDDD
A delivery
Man, do I love these two so much. 😭😭😭😭
I too would like to lay my head on someone's man tiddies
I would like to disagree but I can't because the first image actually does make him look like he would turn into a vehicle. But the second image doesn't give us any details on what he would look like.
Besides, the second one doesn't have certain details or I just can't see it. But, where are the tires? Where are the windows of the truck? Where are the subtle and not-so-subtle things that make him actually look like a truck????
Enough time has passed where I can confidently say this
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE IT
DC let Jason Todd be bisexual and mean again 🗣️🗣️🗣️
HIIIIIII
THIS IS SO SJJDISJDJDMS
@beautyconsumer OH MY GOD????
Omfg why why why
Nvm I did this to myself😭
I am unsure why, but this reminded me of my mother. I wonder how she has been.
Naw this is just cruel😭
Alfred gets sick of Bruce breaking and losing stuff on patrol so he gets a label maker and starts naming items after the kids
Alfred: I got you a new phone, just like you asked. Its name is Jason. Try not to let it die.
Bruce, tearing up: Why would you say that—
me, as i force a dollar bill into the self-checkout machine: thats right…..good boy……vore president washington
"Why're you so tired!"
Tumblr added a shiny new button and I HAVE to press it. You wouldn't understand.
This is so cute I can't sjdbsjbdisbwhsdbdjn
Over 10 years ago I drew this mother naga with her kid and a bowl of gulab jamun, and I was blown away to see people still reblogging it and saying kind things here. I decided to draw a sequel, the PTA (People That are Anacondas) meeting is over, and she finally gets to have some gulab jamun. c: I really hope this cheers you up some.
my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."
Pls I just need a happy post😭 (it ain't gonna happen bc it's sg)
"I know you can do it"
This is actually wild...the difference between og and this sg
@ask-tfone-optimus
"Well, for such a sight, it was worth feeding his delusions."
NAW WE WILL FIND A WAY TO MAKE IT HAPPEN🗣
you've mentioned pegging optimus until he's rambling about getting pregnant, but I NEED u to go more into detail about it. literally foaming at the mouth at the idea of almost taunting him "hmm, any deeper and I'll get you pregnant". him just losing it and begging to be sparked, so u fuck him until he's drooling and borderline incoherent, but still moaning about getting knocked up 😊
𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦 ✧˖°
pegging tfp optimus would fix me actually
cw: valveplug, dom!top!reader, sub!bottom!optimus, pegging, l-bomb, breeding kink, reader uses a strap
word count: 750
He feels too much. Too intensely. Processor has long dismissed logic, replacing coherent thoughts with mindless, shapeless ones resembling tangled threads. Now, there is no responsibility; the stress of gnawing problems has been replaced by pure ecstasy. Feels it everywhere, even at the tips of his digits, which scrape at the berth in search of a nonexistent anchor. His pedes behave similarly. Thighs tremble from the overwhelming pleasure you so generously bestow upon him. He knows he is not making your task easier, but he cannot stop the quivering — proof of how thoroughly you have ruined him.
“You’re doing great, darling,” you praise him, even though Optimus is just laying beneath you looking pretty. This time, the pleasure is all his. “Keep it up, and perhaps we’ll truly end up with a child.”
At the mere mention of having offspring with you, his back arches, and his helm tilts back. Once again, he makes your work harder; feels it in the sudden change in rhythm deep within his valve. But he cannot help it. Besides, you quickly prove how perfectly harmonized you are by adapting to him. You move closer, pressing your hips more firmly against his. Your thighs meet his, smearing themselves with transfluid — a testament to the length of your shared indulgence.
“[Name], ah…” he tries to speak, but it does not come easily. Processor fails to align with his voice box. “Please…”
He cannot finish the sentence when you suddenly pick up speed, thrusting with full force into his poor, battered valve. It looks swollen and is utterly filled with blue fluid, which drips off your fake cock, but this poses no obstacle for Optimus. Despite the sweet torment, he does not want it to end. Not until he is certain that new life will be created within him, ignoring the absurdity and impossibility of it all.
“What’s the matter, darling?” you ask. Is it cruelty, or are you teasing innocently? He cannot tell, but he does not hold it against you. As long as you are inside him, you can do anything you want.
“[Name]…” he tries again. “Nhnn, I beg you… ah! Please, give me a sparkling! Hah, please! I want… I-I want to be sparked…”
Tears pool in the corners of his optics. You are also certain that the glistening substance around his mouth is his equivalent of saliva.
Holy shit. The great Optimus Prime reduced to a begging, drooling, mindless wreck. Thanks to you. The sight before you is entirely your doing. All it took was once mentioning the topic of children and pregnancy, casually letting it slip during the climax that you would love to have a child with him. As a fantasy, a byproduct of diving too deep into domspace. And he took the bait, completely enchanted by the idea of you knocking him up, even though he knows it is impossible.
Well, for such a sight, it was worth feeding his delusions.
“Since you are asking so nicely…” you murmur.
Your eyes meet, and at that moment, you grab the blue armor plates on his hips and push the silicone cock deeper until you are pressed tightly together. Optimus roars, overwhelmed by you, but he still seems to draw closer, craving more. He wants to become one, to unite in the most intimate way.
“I… I love you,” he mumbles. Your gazes cross again.
“Oh yes, I’m getting you pregnant, big boy.”
You move your hips again. This time faster, leaving no room for doubt about your intentions. You will break the laws of biology if you must.
He feels you relentlessly pumping his own transfluid back into him, as if to assure him you will fulfill his illusory wish.
“Ah, yes! T-thank you, thank you…” he whines. His back arches again, digits claw ferociously at the berth.
He does not know how much longer he can hold out before his body gives up entirely and he won't be able to move even his optics. But he wants to savor this. The fleeting moment, because he does not know when the next one will come. And your kindness, your willingness to tend to him and satisfy his warped, corporeal needs.
“I want… I want a sparkling, ah! with you,” he moans, lost in the subspace. “Give me one, nhnn [Name], I beg you!”
“I love you too,” you pant.
More transfluid spills from his valve, but Optimus gives you no sign to stop, still focused on his mission. Babbling nonsense about pregnancy and having offspring. Preferably several.
Tell me why this reminded me of when I got the Sarin gas effects and sulfuric acid
