#Plan N

[7er1ch0]

FUCK FUCK UFKL

I ACCIDENTLY SENT A COMIC I WAS WORKING ON ABOUT TRANSFORMERS OC X CANON MY FRIEND

MY FRIEND THAT KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT TRANSFORMERS

MY FRIEND THAT HAS NEVER SEEN MY TUMBLR OR TIKTOK

MY FRIEND THAT WAS ONLINE WHEN THAT SHIT SENT

[van1lla-cake]

drew some drones that do the murder

the full lineup:

[gogogodzilla]

day 29, somnophilia

mike schmidt x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, free use (kinda), semi-established relationship, neighbor!reader, part 2, part 3 kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You and Mike came to a relatively simple agreement. You’d watch Abby while he worked nights and he’d repay you by fucking your brains out. He was hot and good in bed, plus Abby spent most of her time in her room. So, you didn’t mind your arrangement much. 

That was until Mike got so busy you hardly saw him enough to receive your payment.

“You know,” you said as you took a seat at your usual spot on his couch, “you still owe me from last week.” 

He sighed and leaned over you, placing a hand on each side of the back cushion, trapping you. 

He pressed a kiss to your lips, “I know. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” 

You grinned, “I’ll leave the light on for you.” 

Mike surprised you that night when he came home late that night, and you had curled yourself up in his bed, fast asleep. You awoke with Mike pressing heated kisses along your neck and his hand between your thighs. He pressed his free hand against your mouth, muffling the desperate moans that fled past your lips. 

You’d stay tangled between his sheets until the early morning when you’d sneak back across the street to your own home. Ever since that night, you’d tell him that if you wanted him to wake you up like that. The light was on more often than not. 

When he started working nights, things became slightly more complicated. By the time he got back in the morning, it was time to wake Abby up for school and you had to get ready for the day. That was until you had the day off and an idea struck you. 

You were about to head out the door before you turned to Mike, “Leave the light on for me?” 

His eyebrows furrowed for a split second before the corners of his mouth quirked up. “Yeah, of course,” he nodded and you were out the door, grinning. 

You waited a few hours, performing menial tasks around your home before you decided it was time to put your plan into action. Abby was off to school and Mike was asleep soundly in his bed, headphones placed securely on his ears and nature sounds drifting out of them. You slowly crept further into Mike’s room and began to set up the camcorder at the foot of his bed, flinching at the slightest creak of the tripod. 

You knew Mike wouldn’t wake up, but it was more exciting if you made yourself believe there was a chance. You pressed record and giddiness filled you. You made a show of stripping for the camera. You slowly slid off your sweatpants and underwear in one swoop. 

You picked up the pair of jeans he had on the floor and held them up to the camera, doing your best game show girl impression. You picked up your underwear and tucked them in the front pocket, patting it in before setting them at the foot of his bed. Your shirt was the next to go. You faced the camera as you slowly tugged your shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest underneath. 

You trailed your fingers up your torso and circled your fingers around your nipples, causing them to harden under your touch. You leaned your head back to give him a full view of your chest as you pinched one of your nipples between your fingers, gasping slightly. 

You turned and sauntered to his side of the bed where he was sleeping soundly. You ran your fingers gently over his forehead, brushing his hair out of the way, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

He made your job easier by wearing a black t-shirt and briefs and by always sleeping on his back. You threw the blankets covering his form to the side and kneeled beside the bed. Your hands wandered over his thighs before palming him through his briefs. 

You crawled into bed next to him and your hands drifted past the waistband of his briefs. You stroked him, slowly, before freeing his cock from its confines. You pulled his briefs down and over his balls, just enough for you to access everything freely.

You threw a leg over his thigh and your hand wrapped around his cock once again. He had begun to harden in your grasp but you couldn’t quite get enough friction. You slid down his body and turned so the camera could get a clear view of what you were about to do. 

You held him in your hand and swiped your tongue across the head of his cock. You groaned at the taste of him and enveloped your lips fully around him. You swirled your tongue around the pink-hued tip and Mike’s breath caught slightly but he didn’t stir. 

You steadily bobbed your head, gradually taking more of him with every stroke. One hand stroked what you couldn’t reach while the other gently fondled his balls. You pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft, and Mike’s cock twitched in your mouth. 

You pulled away and licked your lips when the ache between your thighs became too great. You carefully straddled his lap and ground against his cock, spreading your slick. A soft moan left you as the tip hit your clit just right. 

You brought your hand down to where your bodies met and aligned him with your entrance. The whine that escaped you as you lowered yourself onto him was loud and you slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle it. 

You missed his hands roaming your body as you rode him, but there was something so pleasurable about seeing the minute changes in his demeanor as you used him. You dipped down to press open-mouthed kisses against the column of his neck. You clenched at the thought of covering him with hickeys to find later. You leaned down and explored his chest with your lips and tongue. 

You smiled as small red marks covered his neck and chest. You were confident that they’d blossom into the purple marks you desired once he awoke. You began to rock your hips faster against him as one hand drifted down to circle your clit. You used your free hand to knead your breast, pinching and dragging your fingertip across the bud of your nipple. Your legs were beginning to burn and tremble but the familiar heat pooling in your belly spurred you on. 

You leaned forward, and the new angle had you reaching your peak in no time. You spasmed around him as you continued to jut your hips against him, riding out your high. A satisfied moan escaped you as you felt Mike twitch within you and he filled you with his cum. 

You panted softly as you slid off of him. You kissed his lips softly before fixing his briefs and covering him back up. You stopped the recording and quickly got dressed. You tucked the camcorder and tripod under your arm before leaving Mike’s home. In a few hours, you’d bring him the lunch you made him, tucking the VHS tape inside the paper bag. 

You’d hold the door for him, and walk him out to his car, smiling the entire time. 

“I hope you enjoy your lunch,” you’d mention. He’d grin, a knowing glint in his eyes. You’d leave the light on for him for when he came home.

[hinamie]

playing around w slightly different hair renders

[dontfrickindoxme]

bonk

[claeysgroup]

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[dykestache]

new heart bong 🫀

[merrigel]

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

[ladymariayuri]

how cats see themselves when they haven't been fed for 5 minutes

[azenzeph]

Orbs and seeds stacked gang

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[crimson-constellations]

Ok these are a bit old but while I finish the earth kingdom outfits have some more moon spirit sokka au sketches I did while trying to figure out a fic plot for it

Also this extra cuz I love their family

[space-bowl]

Unconditional love.

Based on this meme, shoutout to whoever made it (I saved it a while ago so if you see this and it's you, please let me know!):

[danielcalmdown]

if she could she'd run away to the moon and dance under the stars until she crumbles to dust

[hinamie]

god, i wish i knew you back when i was a kid / but when you stare into me now, it feels like i did

[obsob]

days are getting warmer but i am always warm when im with you ! !

[tacticalprincess]

könig being dommed by fem reader, getting teased endlessly until he cant hold it back anymore and her ruining his orgasm, pulling away and letting him cry and humping nothing as he comes, and then her slapping his dick after + overstim, mocking him for cumming ^-^ i wanna bully this man so bad but then aftercare him so good that he comes crawling back begging for more 😇♥️ i luv how u write tysm feel free 2 ignore if u don't vibe

he’d be so stubborn about it at first. you’re not even half his size on a good day, one of his thighs weigh more than your entire body, what makes you think you’re in control of any part of him, let alone his cock? he’d get so frustrated when his attempts at barking out orders at you are fruitless, how you take your hands away every time he tries to fuck up into your soft palms, giggling at the way tears well in the pools of his eyes as he groans angrily.

it doesn’t take much for him to relinquish any semblance of power he had to you, putting his pleasure in your delicate hands once he sees how quickly you bring him to the edge of bliss. you taunt him for it in a sugar-sweet voice, alternating between rough, fast strokes, featherlight touches and nothing at all. just playing with him like he’s a big toy. heavy fog clouds his brain until all he can think about is how badly he needs to cum, throaty please’s and need it’s flooding from his mouth uncontrollably. working him up to the brink of climax just to leave him there at the last second to fall all by himself. he’d be so disappointed :( you give him no time to recover before you’re thumbing the sensitive slit at his weeping tip, squeezing his tight, spent balls, watching how his stomach caves in as he pleads brokenly for you to stop.

all sweaty and overwhelmed, he’s not expecting how lovingly you cradle him to your chest after taking him apart, comforting him while he lets himself cry into your neck. he’s convinced you’re the devil in pretty wrapping paper by the end of it, and he’s ashamed at how much he enjoyed it.