#haha qwq

[iwantmochisoup]

HOLY CRAP DOODLE REQUESTS?? ERMM AKUTAGAWA PLS AND THANKS:3

hiii, thank you for your request! <3 i'm really sorry it took me so long, but i hope you like it!! :3c

[itsmespicaa]

Cure Prism✨🌈

[ask-a-smiling-critter]

Question to dogday what was your first reaction when you saw the ship between you and cat nap

[fallenrain40]

@hazardsk8r 's vicdark au but i threw them into the catifier thingy inside my brain

POV: THEY ARE CYBERBULLYING YOU

[robobbin]

Happy (slightly late) New Year's to @fic-and-art-for-ships!!

This is my gift for @utsecretsanta 2023, I love circus AUs and the Circus-swap AU is so cute! I adore Frisks design so much ♡ ～('▽^人)

[mortellanarts]

Hmm... Akane witch design courtesy of Umineko brainrot anyone? 😳

[teacolouredink]

silly lil phone doodle :D 💜🌟 I love doing these whenever I'm in a room without my ipad and have some time to kill! Excuse the horrendous signature lol I tried writing my @ with a smaller brush but writing with my finger is hard haha so you just get Tea on its own lmao

anw he's very friend shaped!! I love ditto a whole bunch <33 He's very doodle friendly too! just a lil blobby fella

[basilcatchup]

Kieran doodle, I like him a lot :)

[holdmeclosebutdontloveme]

Warning: Nudity, masturbation, power imbalance. 

He has seen a lot of pretty faces from young fledglings to old veterans. All eager to sit down on his couch, say their praises for a role they heard from their agent and act out a few lines with much passion as any actors that comes into his office. 

Which wasn’t much considering it’s a porno they’re planning to film but, hey, if it helps - it helps. So, people are vomiting paragraphs, everyone got their things that keeps them calm. 

Which is why he didn’t mind when you stumbled into his office, all red in the face with a stutter that causes him to check your files for your name. 

“Hm, so you’re trying to make it big in this industry, huh?” Small talks eases everyone’s worries, albeit it only makes Kishibe anxious even more, but you slowly lose the tension from your shoulders with his attempt. 

“Uh, ye-yeah, I guess so,” you replied back, fidgeting the tears from denim shorts and puts a couple of strands of hair to the back of your ear. “Thought, I’d make a quick buck making some porn, you know.” 

“Well, female pornstars do get an advantage with their wages than the men,” Kishibe chimes in before checking the pictures you’ve sent. 

From small features from ads to the extra roles you got from afternoon dramas and mediocre cop shows. Kishibe couldn’t help but conclude as to the reason why you’re here in the first place. It’s not like you’re the first budding actor that’s naïve to showbiz and tried it yourself only to get little payback from your trials and errors in a getting a role that will projectile you to the bigger screen.

All desperate for something but getting nothing, porn seems to be the alternative for others. If it meant a better paycheck than being a waitress. 

He looks at you once more; the denim shorts and the tank top. God, your attempt in getting in was obvious with your outfit but, like he said, you’re not the first. Some people come in naked so in a way, you’re basically a prude. 

“Can you stand up for me?” Kishibe asked. 

“Yes, sir,” you quickly answered and stands up from the couch. 

You tried to show nonchalance; wanting to look daring with smoldering gaze and a smirk. But Kishibe just sees a blushing virgin that hides their hands on their back with their head slightly bowed and lips form a small pout. 

Nudity was something he sees on a regular basis, it’s his job to put people that look objectively good on camera and he knows you’d be a great addition to this industry. Some guys like to see a cute gal getting ruined.

“Turn around.” This time it’s an order, one you didn’t hesitate to perform quickly. 

Kishibe gulps at the ass he sees in front of him, tightly taking up space from the already short shorts. It curves the fabric to its shape. His gaze moves down to your thick thighs before moving up to the nape of your neck.

“Face forward.” And so you did. 

His brow raised by the tiny pricks on your tank top which you proceeded to hide with your hands once you finally noticed what he was staring at. Your complexions turns dark with your blush and your confidence waned by the appreciation he expressed with a hum. 

“I can explain!” But you couldn’t; your stutters merely worsen with each word you butchered and he already gave you ample time to explain yourself. 

He taps his pen on the table, loudly, and orders, “sit down.” 

You were quick to do so with your hands hidden underneath your thighs. Kishibe’s attention did detour on the moment before proceeding to aim his focus on the embarrassment written on your face. 

He sighed. “Your nipples would the third thing people will research about you.” 

“I know,” you muttered. 

“So, you won’t mind if I ask to see them, right?” This time, he requests, nudging forth his wants with encouragement that slips out from his mouth as easily as it is to feel his cock twitched by the expression you gave him - innocence. 

“Would this be illegal, sir?” Kishibe bit his tongue from your question. 

“Sweetheart, you’re getting paid by being naked in front of the camera. Might as well start getting used to a bunch of people looking at you in your birthday suit.” 

You gave his words some thought before eventually settling to do as he wished. But before you could, however, he requests another, “take your tank top off slowly.” 

Which you did and Kishibe takes a deep breath, getting immersed by the soft bounce of your breasts. And your nipples standing bravely in front of him. 

“How do you feel right now?” Kishibe asked before closing your file.

“Embarrassed...” you answered without a stutter this time; good. 

“Embarrassed is good - perfect, in fact. But, you can’t keep acting embarrassed throughout the film, right?” You shook your head which pleases him, gaining another twitch from his cock.

“No, sir,” you verbalize your answer, “I... don’t think being shy would be good for the video.”

You took your hands off from underneath your thighs to fidget with your shorts once more. From it, Kishibe was blessed with an opportunity to proceed with an idea to dissuade that habit of yours. “Now, how about you try to relax yourself? Heard ladies start their masturbatin’ with a bit of nipple pinching and all that.”

Scandalized was an understatement but his silence didn’t give you an option to disagree. 

“Just pretend that I am not here,” Kishibe assures and reclines to his chair once more, angling on the sideways to give some sort of privacy for the gal in front of him. 

Although, he slips a hand down to his thighs, feeling his cock stiffen from his grip. He squeeze the tip and slips out a breathy curse; aiming his sin at you from the corner of his eye. 

You pinched your nipples just like he told you to do; starting off experimental before you move like a natural. Maybe it’s the silence that granted you freedom to express it; your stifled moans grew louder as pinches turns cups to squeezes of your entire breasts. The heat that simmers with you, the throb from your pussy and the clenches it makes - holding onto nothing with a need for something. 

You can’t help but crossed your legs, one over the other, squeezing your thighs together and just feel something. 

“Ah... myaa,” you mewl.

“Don’t cross your legs...” Kishibe warns, “that’s where the magic happens.” 

Reluctantly, you listened, but each attempt fails in completing what was asked. Your face glistens from sweat and your eyes darkens from lust and the embarrassment. You still hold on to your breasts; nipples puffy and so were your bottom lip from biting. 

Kishibe clicked his tongue and you flinched from the sound. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” you apologized. 

He stood up with a sigh and strides to your side. You raised your head to look at him, your hands falls down to your lap, nervous. He cups your chin and forces your attention on him than anywhere else in this bare office of his. 

You licked your lips, trying hard not to glance at the sweatpants he’s wearing with the obvious hard prick lying stiff within it. 

But Kishibe noticed and tighten his grip on you. “When I say spread, you spread, alright? Girls like you wouldn’t be casted if you’re being difficult with directions.” 

He lets go of your chin and takes a couple of steps back, watching you finally offer yourself to him. With a deep breath, Kishibe sees how bare the shorts covered your thighs and as your legs rests on each side of the couch, the fabric rises until none of your skin was hidden away from him. 

“It seems you also forgot your underwear,” Kishibe comments, stroking his cock through his sweatpants. The tip have gotten his boxers wet but not enough to darken a patch on his clothes either but he imagines you’d be tempted by the wetness if it happens. 

Just like he is with the juice that coat your thighs and a tiny bit of his beloved couch. 

“Strip.” A word you obeyed immediately and took off your shorts without a hassle. You still spread your legs out, your hands pulling your thighs apart from each other to expose your glistening cunt for him. 

“Is it... magical, sir?” You asked. 

“Very.” And Kishibe begins to strip too. 

[invoidvisitor]

[ne0nwithazero]

Host and Mike walking sprites

[daily-crabbys]

This Friday's meme is: crab cycle

[pocket-lizart]

WHO ALLOWED BOB'S BURGERS TO BE SO DAMN RELATABLE THAT IT MADE ME CRY

EVERYBODY at that burger meeting hated him AND HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW!!

HE THOUGHT THEY WERE FRIENDS

HE THOUGHT THEY WERE ALL JOKING AROUND AND HAVING A LAUGH TOGETHER

BUT THEY ALL HATED HIM 😭

THEY OPENLY HATED HIM!!!! AND HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[neo-wolfe]

A real psychic and a fake one (but a real alien)

[tattoobird]

Request for @we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono!! They requested their adorable ocs!

They're taking a victory photo after winning a stuffed bear at the arcade!

[closedcoffins]

@yorprincess / unprompted starter. ( yuri briar )

"Hi, Yor!!"

Yuri's visit is just as unannounced as they always are, but he's pleased to see that at least her lovely home isn't being tainted by a certain psychiatrist this time around. There's nothing that would spoil his panic-induced 'I-haven't-seen-my-sister-in-over-a-week' visit like Loid Forger's presence, after all, so the quietness of his and his daughter's absence is as good as music to Yuri's ears.

"Hm? Your husband's not home?" Yuri almost wants to ask if she's come to her senses and left him, but begrudgingly bites his tongue before the words can come out---Yor would never do that to someone. Loid, on the other hand... Yuri glances around, eyes narrowing. "He didn't abandon you, did he?! I knew it! I told you he was no good!"

It's particularly wishful thinking, but Yuri's very used to wishful thinking when it comes to willing Loid Forger out of his sister's life forever.