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[sweetdreamcreater]

[juneaupaws]

⬞🟄Radical🟄⬞

Commission for The_T114_God !

[juxtaposedpunk]

Casual Cynthia

[littleevil0ne1]

✨️🎃 Don't lose your Head 🎃✨️

Available as stickers on Teepublic! Link below!

Shop links and information on commissions at the link below!

[dailyplanet-loislane]

'Subway Surfing' in NYC: The Perilous Quest for Digital Fame

[moonlightetherealartist]

Decided to practice fashion and shading with this. Hope you enjoy!

[nano-xj5]

Luna

[cddoesstuffs]

Jackie found a tube top :3

[lime1991]

notice how its impossible for me to have an oc that isnt a feminine guy

So I decided to make another south park oc becauseee why not! while Muffy exists for me to project a friendship onto Kenny bc i love Kenny so so much my favorite fictional character to ever exist ever and Billie exists to spite the annoying people who hate when a south park oc has an interesting design, this new oc will exist to have no real issues and his whole thing is that the raisins girls like to dress him up to look pretty and it annoys him.

I think I'll call him Michael but nickname him Mike or Mikey bc Michael is very basic and theres already a Michael in the show (ntm.. the scene from tweek x craig) and his Girl persona would have a name like the raisins girls.. like Audi or something. He is NOT a raisins girl btw, just to clarify. maybe he's forced/convinced to work there sometimes bc the raisins girls just loveeee him, but he is not an official raisins girl.

[lasanyinternational]

Double Beam UV-VIS Touch Screen Spectrophotometer (Model No-LI-2904) is a high-tech device used to analyze samples by measuring how much light they absorb at different wavelengths. It has a touch screen for easy operation and is perfect for research, quality control, and teaching labs. This spectrophotometer helps determine the characteristics of various samples by studying their light absorption.

[angelicthickbrow]

💜 a more simple approach

[drawsmaddy]

[ID: A digital illustration of Dancer from Critical Role. She is sat on the floor in a crop top, shorts, and tube socks, working on a small steel robot with many limbs. Cookie, a round robot with three legs, is next to her, functioning as a toolbox, and Pussy II, a bird like robot, is flying above them. End description.]

A commission for @mehoymalloy!

[overcastedsays]

[Image ID: First image of two. A digital drawing of Phighting characters Scythe (Left) and Ban Hammer (right) in pool-themed attire. Scythe is wearing a two-tone teal two-piece swimsuit, rose-gold goggles, and sandles. She is holding a teal pool noodle and making a smug expression. The Text above her reads “Noodle Scythe”. Ban Hammer is in lifeguard attire with indigo swim trunks and sunglasses, a lifesaver draped over his left horn, and a white tank top. He is holding a giant pool net and an orange inner tube. He has a neutral expression. The text above him reads “Nethammer”. /End ID] [Image ID: Second image of two. An “Rtx on. Rtx Off” meme. The first frame (RTX On) is a screenshot from the “Phighter 14” trailer of Banhammer and Scythe standing on opposite sides of a set of train tracks. The second frame (RTX OFF) is a digital doodle featuring Nethammer and Noodle Scythe yelling at eachother across a pool with similar composition as the first frame. Floatiegraft and Slingshot can be seen playing in the pool in the background. /End ID]

Introducing Noodle Scythe and Nethammer, two silly pool-themed Phighting skin concepts me n' my brother thought up of.

All I can imagine is an ""AU"" (i used this term loosely) where everything is the same except pool setting. Noodle Scythe's most notorious crime? Running on the deck.

[delilahsturniolo]

! ! barista!reader taking care of sweetheart!matt when he’s sick

୨୧ find more on this au here!

“mmm..” matt groaned groggily as his eyes slowly fluttered open. he grunted as he lazily turned over in bed, looking at the digital clock on the side table that slightly illuminated the dark room . It was 5 AM, and he felt like absolute shit, which was a complete understatement. as of right now, you were in the bathroom getting ready for work, while matt was pouting in bed.

“y/n…” matt called out weakly. when you didn’t respond, matt slowly got up out of bed, feeling as dizzy and lightheaded as ever. his throat was sore, his nose was stuffy, and his head was absolutely pounding.

matt lazily stumbled over to the bathroom door, opening it slowly. he saw you doing your makeup in the mirror, swiping mascara on your eyelashes with precision. you saw matt standing at the doorway of the bathroom through the mirror and furrowed your eyebrows, setting down the tube of mascara.

“matt? baby? why are you up so early?” you asked, concern and confusion laced in your voice as you turned around to face him. matt was known for waking up at 1 PM every day, so this was different, you were immediately able to tell something was wrong, he didn’t look good at all.

“i don’t feel good..” matt murmured, walking over and sitting on the closed toilet seat, burying his head in his hands. you felt horrible for him, all the happiness and positive spark in him was gone, and that didn’t sit right with you.

“what’s wrong hon?” you encouraged him gently, shoving your makeup aside on the counter and walking over to matt who sat hopelessly on the toilet seat. he groaned and looked up at you weakly. “my head and stomach hurts…i feel so nauseous and my throat hurts..” matt whined.

you frowned, delicately feeling matt’s forehead with the back of your hand. “matt, you’re burnin’ up.” you hummed. right now, matt was your top priority. you didn’t really care if you were gonna be late to work, maybe you shouldn’t even go. you didn’t have the heart to leave matt alone while he was sick and unable to do most things for himself. “i’m gonna take the day off today, i can’t leave you alone.” you decided, matt was completely taken aback, he knew how much your job meant to you, and he didn’t want to be a burden after all.

“what? no no, you don’t need to do that y/n. i’ll be okay.” matt turned your idea down, sniffling harshly. however, you only shook your head. “it’s okay, matt. it’s just one day.” you shrugged.

matt sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes. “okay..” he murmured, his voice as soft as ever. you hated when he got like this, it hurt your heart. matt’s excitement and burst of happiness and laughter was just all gone now, and transformed into a stupid sickness. you knew damn well he was gonna be clingy and whiny with you all day long.

“now c’mon, i’ll make you some tea and get you some medicine.” you helped matt up, he put an arm around you as you led him back to bed. as matt flopped lazily back into bed, you went into the kitchen to grab some stuff quickly.

medicine, water, crackers, a rag..

a few moments later, you returned with the stuff, and his cup of peppermint tea too. considering you were a barista, you knew every remedy, especially what drinks were good for what. you set everything down on the side table, turning the lamp on to cast a warm but dim light into the room. “baby? can you sit up f’me?” you gently tapped his cheek. matt grunted as he sat up, propping himself up on his elbows he looked into your eyes. god, he loved so fucking much. all he could think about was how lucky he was to have you.

“thank you love, really. this means a lot to me.” matt smiled at you, his blue eyes squinting slightly as he did so. you smiled back, seeing the slight spark in his eyes, even though they looked tired. “of course matt, i’ll always take care of you.” you replied, cupping his cheek, his stubble brushing against your fingers.

“if you get sick though, don’t blame me.” matt shrugged sarcastically. your laughter filled the room as you playfully smacked him. “you’re insane.”

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[hsunrry]

first time? // one shot

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: based on this request.

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words: ~1,1k

warnings: smut18+, fingering, anal, p in v, squirting, creampie, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

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“i was thinking about something.” you heard your husband Harry, mumbling into the nape of your neck, leaving few kisses there. you two were laying after intense lovemaking in your bed. he wrapped his arm tighter around your waist from behind.

“about what?” you asked, placing your hand on his arm. he smiled into the nape of your neck.

“about trying something new.” he left another kiss. you nodded, so he could continue. “i mean in bed.”

“what exactly do you have in mind?” you asked, rolling on the bed to face him. his hand went from your waist to your ass, squeezing it. you immediately knew what he’s referring to by that. “i don’t know baby, we both never did that.”

“i know, but i’d love to try it for the first time with my beautiful wife.” he pecked your lips few times. you smiled at that.

“okay, we’ll buy necessary stuff tomorrow.” he grinned at your words. you both went to sleep and the next day you went to buy everything. when you came back home his lips immediately found yours. his hand went to your lower back to pull you closer.

“i’m excited.” he whispered into your lips, pulling your lower lip with his teeth gently.

“i am too.” you whispered. “but i need to clean myself first, so you’ll have to wait few more hours before we start.” you grabbed new enema kit from one of the shopping nets. he smiled and nodded. you went to the bathroom to clean yourself. after 30 minutes you walked out of the bathroom. he got up from the couch and approached you.

“how are you feeling?” he smiled, looking down at you.

“clean?” you chuckled. “i don’t know, good i guess. we have to wait like two hours before everything.” he nodded at your words. after waiting long enough you both went to the bedroom. he grabbed lubricant and anal plug, placing it on the nightstand. he kissed you, taking off your shirt and bra in meantime. he laid you on the bed, taking off your panties. you were completely naked, watching him taking off his t-shirt and sweatpants, leaving himself only in boxers. he kneeled between your legs.

“i need you to relax and talk to me if something’s too much, alright baby?” he rubbed your inner thighs slowly. you nodded. he grabbed lubricant from the nightstand, opening it and spreading some on your butthole. he covered his one finger as well. “i’m gonna go slow.” he smiled softly, leaning to your pussy to wrap his lips around your clit. he slowly licked you, pushing his finger inside you carefully. you gasped at new sensation. his hand went on your thigh, moving up and down soothingly. he slowly started moving his finger in and out. “how does it feel?” he looked up at you, removing himself from your core.

“it’s good.” you smiled, watching him grabbing lubricant tube.

“you think you’re ready for second finger?” he looked at you. when you nodded he removed finger from you, covering both digits in lube now. he pushed two fingers slowly.

“fuck.” you gasped, relaxing after few seconds when you got used to this feeling. he started moving slowly in and out.

“are you okay baby?” he asked, rubbing your clit with his thumb. you moaned quietly.

“yes, feels good.” he smiled at your words. “i think i’m ready for more.” he nodded, withdrawing his digits and grabbing big-sized anal plug, covering it with lube. he pressed it slightly against you.

“deep breaths and relax for me baby, yeah?” he smiled, going with his hand up and down your waist. you felt him pushing it slowly, so you took a deep breath, relaxing as much as possible. he was very gentle with all of that, so it was practically painless for you. when he applied it he looked at you. “you’re doing great honey, how does it feel?”

“everything’s okay.” you smiled, looking at him going on top of you. he kissed your lips softly.

“it’s pretty big so we have to wait a little to get you used to it.” he smiled against your lips. he took off his boxers finally, freeing his hard cock. “we can make it even better before.” he lined himself with your wet entrance, pushing slowly inside. you moaned from sensation of two things inside you. he started moving slowly, just to let you two get turned on even more. after his few slow thrusts, when you felt ready you spoke.

“i think i’m ready baby.” he stopped his movements to look at you. he kissed your lips, pulling out. he kneeled down between your legs, slowly removing butt plug from you. he looked at you after he did that, smiling.

“nice and stretched, it’ll feel amazing for both of us.” he grabbed lubricant, spreading it on his cock. he lined himself with entrance, looking at you. “tell me if something’s wrong.” he started pushing slowly inside, inch by inch, carefully watching your reactions. your breath was heavy and you tried to relax as much as you could. he stopped half of his length. “everything’s okay? can i go further?”

“yes, you can go fully.” you said, feeling him pushing deeper. you moaned, grabbing his forearm with your hand. he stopped to let you adjust.

“fuck, so tight, feels so good.” he gasped. his hand went on your waist, going up and down while his lips kissed yours slowly.

“you can move.” you broke the kiss after few minutes. he smiled, starting to move in and out very slowly. you both moaned and his hand went immediately on your clit to rub slowly.

“i’m not gonna last long baby, it feels so good.” he gasped, moving slightly faster. your head tilted back from pleasure.

“me neither, you can go faster.” your hands went on his back, scratching it slightly. he groaned, moving faster.

“fuck.” he panted, grabbing your hip with one hand. his other hand rubbing your clit this whole time.

“my fucking god, Harry, feels so good.” you moaned, feeling your climax approaching fast. “i’m close baby.” he groaned at your words, moving faster.

“me too, let go, i’m right behind you.” you arched your back, feeling a lot more than just regular orgasm. you moaned, squirting right at his lower stomach. he let go as well, his cock twitching, sending hot sprouts deep inside you. he ride you both through your orgasms, collapsing on top of you. he kissed your lips. “that was intense… and wet.” you chuckled softly at his words, kissing his lips few times.

“i guess we have to change the sheets then.”

[cyberrose2001]

Alright I'm gonna do it

Might I request a TFP Optimus x fem human Reader? It can be soft/loving, rough/intense, kinky or vanilla, or some combination of those - whatever you prefer and are comfortable with!

I just like that sweet handsome mech to be subby and vocal :P

TFP Optimus x Fem!Human! Reader

Is it 2am? Yes

Am I gonna pass out after posting this? Hell yea

I hope you enjoy some subby Optimus!!

Warnings: dom/sub, prem-ejaculation, mentions of masturbation

Word count: 1,233

Soft fairy lights illuminate the cold room, which you convinced Optimus to put up for you since sharing a berthroom, flickering like candlelight across two bodies. It would be a reasonably innocent scene if not for the wet sounds of tongue meeting glossa. Not uncommon for you and Optimus, but the mech expressed an unconventional desire of his. And it was anything besides innocent.

He thought about it constantly, like something in his circuits had been re-wired into becoming entirely devoted to being dominated by a human, by you. The thought excites him so much that he's self-serviced to it multiple times before ever bringing it up with you. And he's ashamed to admit that he was embarrassingly quick with it, hoping you wouldn't find it pathetic for a bot of his nature.

But thank Primus, you were willing.

Optimus lets out a breathy moan into your mouth, his servos pawing desperately at your hips as you hover over him. Much like a cat to a soft pillow, the mech finds comfort and sensuality in how your skin gives in under his touch. It excites him like no other Cybertronian has and has remained that way since first laying a digit on you.

His breath hitches as he feels your soft lips trail down his chin, light flicks of your tongue leaving a wet trail towards his neck cabling. It's like you're tasting him as if you cannot get enough of him, and the mere thought of that causes him to tilt his helm to the side and let out a deep groan. It's what he craves to feel; it's what he desperately needs.

As you're licking and sucking at the sensitive machinery, Optimus' grip tightens on your hips. His spike is painfully erect, gorged, and angry as he urges you to sit on him. He feels your smile against his neck, causing his spike to jump in anticipation.

"Oh, honey," You tease, your voice deep and husky as you bring a hand to grip his chin, forcing him to look at you, "You're this desperate already?"

Optimus feels like he's stopped breathing, your bright, glowing eyes instantly capturing his attention. The mech considered himself an artist of patience, as patient as the persistence of a star's glow. But when the artist's object of his desires is right on top of him, stark naked and bathed in the light of his blue aura, his patience wears thin like an empty paint tube. He wants you; he needs you to squeeze him for all he's worth.

"Please," Optimus shakily whimpers, pushing you down onto his aching spike, "I need this, I need you... badly."

His gentle yet needy tone sends a shiver down your spine, adding to the thrill of having Optimus right where you wanted him. Though a rare sight indeed, watching Optimus unravel beneath you as you slowly grind his spike through your slick folds evokes a hunger for dominance.

"Oh yeah?" You gasp as the ridges run along your clit, and your hands find the rim of his windshield, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Optimus' engines roar at your words, his frame heating up like a boiler. His intake agape as you grind on him a bit harder, precum already dripping onto his abdominal plating, "Yes, Primus, yes."

A breathless giggle escapes from your lips, "Oh, big boy," leaning to whisper against his dermas, "You're so sweet, but you know better."

Optimus whines, "Please," half-babbling, half-focused entirely on how close his spike is to slipping inside you. He's come to know and crave that warm, slick part of you. He could map out every inch of your insides and would still want to get lost in it, "Fuck me..."

You bite your lip softly at his pleading swear. Hearing him use human profanity is different, but it sends another shiver through you. You allow yourself one last drag of your hips before going in for the kill, "That's a good mech..."

Eyes focused on his optics, you sink onto his thick spike, inching slowly until your ass meets his thighs. Optimus lets out a sharp gasp, and you watch as his face contorts into one of pure, unfiltered ecstasy. His digits dig into your thighs, his desire to be entirely under your beck and will for your pleasure evident in his actions. His frame remains stagnant, waiting for you to use him as you please.

You allow yourself a moment to adjust, closing your eyes as you indulge in the full feeling of him seated inside you. The way his cock throbs flush against your walls in yearning, how you can feel your tummy bulging slightly. It's always an adjustment with Optimus' spike; even as he's mass displaced, it pricks tears in your eyes. But you're a highly trained size queen. And Optimus is your jester for tonight, fulfilling his desire to be under your control.

Picking your hips up, you come down on him hard, moaning a chorus as you set a brutal pace for yourself. With each grind of your hips, you see stars. And you know Optimus is experiencing a similar high because each moan he tries to make gets stolen each time you slam down on him, his voice coming out in sharp grunts.

"There you go..." You moan, tightening your grip on his windshield as you bounce persistently. Your thighs start to burn, and you start to get winded, "Just let- just let me take care of you, baby."

Optimus nods languidly, wholly engulfed in you. Every time his hips connect to yours, he lets out a sharp gasp and hisses as you unsheath yourself far too soon. He dares to look down where you connect, nearly overloading at the sight. His daring human, unmercifully taking her pleasure from his spike, engulfing him over and over again, using him like a toy. He lazily rakes his optics back up your overworking body, gazing at the way your flesh jiggles, how your breasts have a mind of their own, and how good it would feel to have them in his face for the rest of eternity.

And with a million and one different pictures of you in his mind and how you've clenched around him so tightly, Optimus grips your hips painfully hard and presses his spike deep. A long, quivering groan leaves his dermas as he overloads prematurely, his spike throbbing and flooding your insides, pouring every single fantasy in his love-sick mind into you.

"Optimus!" You choke on his name, not expecting the gush of transfluids so early, but your body embraces it, and you come hard onto his spike with him, grinding your hips to lengthen both your orgasms, "Fuck~."

Optimus keels forward, moving his arms to your waist, and tightly pulls you flush against him, letting your pussy milk him dry. He buries his helm into your neck, mumbling and blabbering lewd nonsense into your sticky skin. After hearing a soft apology, you decide to reciprocate, whispering his praises the way he likes it. He hangs onto you desperately as he comes down from his overload, his frame jolting in the aftershocks.

"Did such a good job," You mutter, kissing the side of his helm. You caress his chassis soothingly, letting him melt into your embrace, "What a good boy."

He might be a lot deeper in it than he thought.