#Im trying a lot more now to draw pecs

[anxious-jadeblood]

Juliah is Beefy

That's all :)

[hornime]

home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end

w/c: 1.5k sheesh

a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO

you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.

once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him. 

cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.

something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.

and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.

you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.

[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu

[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.

just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.

you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—

you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.

“babe! i’m home!”

you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.

“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”

you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"

his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”

you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”

“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”

“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”

“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”

he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.

your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.

everyone else can see him, too.

your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.

and so fucking sensitive.

within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.

you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.

“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”

“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”

thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”

“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”

his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest. 

“good boy.”

he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”

“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”

with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”

driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”

he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”

at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.

“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat. 

that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.

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[slopsuit]

Hello yes I'm here to inquire about your opinions on Sonic the Hedgehog boob tit pecs

This ask is making me actually lose my mind like I feel like the worm that lives in my skull slipped out and was like “wait my host body i need to locate my host body” and this is its way of trying to identify me. Yeah I like his tits. Every time i draw him i try to see how tastefully voluptuous i can make him without it looking weird. Every time i write sonadow fics theres at least one part that puts way too much emphasis on his chest and i dont even do it on purpose it just slips in because im fucking crazy. I don’t know if this answers the question. I’m goihng through a lot right now, please call my secretary if you have any more questions and you can schedule another appointment fora later date.

[societal-menace]

im gonna try writing a oneshot for the first time in like 8 months because i dont have the motivation to draw 💀

[ sonadow, sfw but possibly triggering]

tw: implied self harm, scars

Familiarity returned to Sonic's senses as he raised his head from his couch, his eyes squinted and straining, but still open. It was nighttime; no light peaked in through the curtains, and the house appeared to be completely dark- aside from the faint stairway light between the kitchen and living spaces.

Upon further inspection, Sonic found that he had not falled asleep on the couch alone, but snuggled into the chest of none other than his boyfriend, Shadow the Hedgehog. Sonic smiled fondly, looking down and admiring every inch of the hedgehog's image. His soft, fluffy chest, strong shoulders, long, beautiful spines, intense and defined expression. Some would say they looked edgy and hard to approach, scary even. Sonic thought they looked perfect. As he continued to run his eyes across his boyfriend, memories would come to Sonic of the times they had spent together. The hedgehog began to feel nostalgic, cuddled up to his loving boyfriend like this, and allowed himself space out and enjoy the experience. The hedgehog gently ran his paw through the other's fur, in motions that were slow and light in order to not disturb shadow's sleep.

Shadow's fur was surprisingly soft for a hedgehog of their appearance and personality; however, Sonic was used to seeing Shadow as more than they let on. When they were acting like themselves, Shadow actually cared a lot for the people around them, and was very loyal and gentle. And they happened to love physical touch.

Sonic decided to run his fingers through the fur on his lover's chest one more time, with a more heavy touch this time, feeling the texture of Shadow's body. Before long, however, he found the long, deep scars hidden on Shadow's chest. They ran across the bottom of their pecs and scattered throughout their ribcage area. They were long and still slightly indented, but past the point of scabbing, more like slashes below their fur. Memories flooded Sonic's mind again, these ones not so pleasant. He remembered how and when Shadow gave themself these scars, and how Sonic wasn't able to save them from themself, despite how hard he tried to protect them.

Tears began to flow down Sonic's cheeks as he felt helpless in Shadow's sleeping arms. " I'm sorry, Shadow..." he whispered between silent sobs. Sonic readjusted himself to where his lips could reach the other's chest, placing ghost kisses along the length of their scars. " I'm so sorry... "

" Sonic?"

The blue hedgehog looked up to find his boyfriend fully awake, deep scarlet eyes glistening in the dark. He paused for a moment, lifting his head up from the Shadow's chest.

" My love, what's wrong? " Shadow asked in a worried yet soothing voice. They brought their hand to wipe their boyfriend's tears, allowing him to nuzzle into their hand.

"I just... "

Sonic darted his eyes away from Shadow's, then focused back down to the scars.

" I just wish I could've protected you... I'm- "

A small gasp esacped from Sonic as his boyfriend sat up to embrace the blue hedgehog in his lap, arms wrapped tighly around his torso. Shadow burried their face deep into Sonic's neck, placing a kiss on his shoulder.

" You did, sonic. You fixed me before I could become a greater evil. "

They leaned back, still holding Sonic in their arms but now allowing him to be the one cuddled up to Shadow. The black and red hedgehog ran their fingers along Sonic's spines, staring deep into his glossy emerald eyes.

" You saved me."