#how do you draw clothing folds?

[duckdodger]

WHO LET BRO WEAR AN APPLE JACKS SHIRT TO THE TRANSFORMER ONE PREMIERE 😭✋✋⁉️

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

I absolutely HAD to draw something for @phoebepheebsphibs's DTIYS (based on this pose)! I decided to mix things up a bit by experimenting with a more limited color palette, which was a pretty fun challenge.

[silusvesuius]

nnnnnnnnnnnnno maa'am

[chilei-the-hotsauce]

15 + mafia chilei? For gore prompt?

:D

[moldwood]

2014 vs 2024

[widowspeakconnoisseur]

I AM VERY MOTIVATED TODAY!!

Have it in my head that Higuchi definitely is not a morning person. Or a night person. Or an any time of the day person really.

I detest Tumblr formatting and my inability to take a proper photograph. On the bright side, I don't hate the drawing.

[nsbfenro]

He's just a silly guy

[adr-n-sketchy]

Huntlow x Spirited Away au brought to you by @rileyclaw’s Stray Italian Greyhound Huntlow animatic that must be watched at least 3x a day

Please reblog don't repost

[the-insanity-of-mojiru]

Contrary to popular belief, Nori is the most flexible

[sapsolais]

!

[joffyworld]

Wow,

WOW

Luck of the Lamb AU Sidestory: What I Can't Forget and You Can't Remember Sometimes its best to know when to let the past stay in the past. Sometimes your enemy doesn't even know what they did to you. Sometimes its best to just put your claws away and try and make peace. After all, you never know how much longer you'll have that chance... This comic comes from personal experience with my aging family members. Thanks for being patient with us. We've recently been working on longer comics with more complex stories and a lot more time. From drafting, scripts, backgrounds, coloring, rendering... It's going to take some time between posts for more stuff like this to come out, but we hope you all like it!

[rafesangelita]

pogue!sweetheart!reader meeting rafe for the first time? 🍰

warnings: jealousy, topper calls you ‘doll’, a lil bit of flirting, slight fluff

“girl scout, two o’clock.” kelce cleared his throat, topper and rafe following his gaze. you stood at the receptionist desk, chatting with the director about your plans for the week. “is she really a girl scout?” rafe’s eyes trailed down the soft curls of your hair, stopping just above the neckline of your top.

“nah, we just call her that because she sells cookies and shit. ‘really good by the way, highly recommend.” kelce leaned back in his seat, forgetting all about the cards in his hands as you started making your way towards the three of them. rafe would be lying if he said the way his friends ogled you didn’t bother him.

“hey! what game are you guys playing?” you sat your basket down on the hardwood table, eyes flickering over to rafe. “just some solitaire.” topper shrugged, removing the cloth that covered your treats. “what do you got for us this week, doll?” if rafe was bothered earlier, he was even more so now.

you smiled, tilting the basket so they can all steal a peek. “shortbread and chocolate chip.” rafe didn’t care to look at anything else other than your face, his gaze sweeping over your features. “i’ve never seen you before.” he finally spoke up, his voice immediately drawing your attention.

“uhm, i don’t think i’ve seen you either..” you extended a hand, “what’s your name?” rafe didn’t hesitate to return your gesture, taking your hand in his. “rafe, and yours?” your heart skipped a beat when you felt his thumb stroke your skin. “y/-” kelce chimed in before you could answer his question.

“i’ll take two of each. and one of you.” rafe’s head shot in his friends direction, his grip on your wrist tightening. laughing nervously, you brushed off kelce’s remark. “actually, he’s not taking anything. i, however, would like the whole basket.” shaking your head, you waited for rafe to say he was kidding.

“oh! you’re serious-” rafe got up, taking the basket in his free hand as he led you two outside and away from his obnoxious buddies. “what the hell!” topper shouted. without protesting, you allowed rafe to take you to a more secluded space, your dainty heels clicking against the pavement.

“is everything okay? i-” rafe stopped in front of the country club’s garden. “do you have a boyfriend?” he blurted, making you stumble over your next few words. “uhm, well! no, but..” taking his wallet out of his pocket, rafe took a couple hundred dollar bills before cutting you off.. again.

“not that it matters if you do, cause i’ll just take his place.” the certainty in his voice made your face flush with a new profound sense of shyness. he placed the folded bills in your palm, a smile forming on his lips at your smitten expression. “how are you so sure that you’ll be my boyfriend?” you asked.

“because i always get what i want.”

[nosferatuv]

_ BUTCHMENTOR

vi rushed to the biggest , and best butch lesbian she knew .

domsevika subtop?vi subreader. vi is stupid but kinda funny fingering. kinda boring! characterai

"are you sure she likes that?"

"quit talking. come here."

vi steps closer to the lewd scene; you spread out on the bed and sevika's fingers slowly massaging your clit, working you up. your face is scrunched up, in pleasure of course, which apparently concerns vi?

"just talk to her, idiot." sevika huffs, her free hand keeping your thigh pressed to the bed as she leans down to your achey cunt, letting a glob of split fall from her mouth and watching it spread between your folds.

"hi."

your eyebrows furrow through your pleasure, the older woman rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "fucking.... never mind."

vi shifts closer to you, her cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. she was stupidly horny. she had fucked a few women before, but not as thorough as sevika, who clearly knew how to work a woman.

"stop looking so nervous," sevika huffs, nodding down to where her fingers pressed against your clit. "take over. i'll talk you through it."

vi shakes off her nerves— god, she could jump across rooftops, break people's jaws, pierce her own ears etc etc... scared of pussy? what kind of a lesbian was she?

her hand replaces sevika's, mimicking was she was doing before and rubbing sev's spit into your cunt, her heart jumping when you moan.

"so— she's so wet.."

sevika chuckles lowly, leaning down to you. her human hand comes up to your jaw, guiding your attention to her momentarily. "bare with her, yeah?"

you nod shakily, willing to be the little guinea pig for vi to learn how to make a woman cum.

after an awkward run in with an old hookup who made a mistake of joking about "having unfinished business", followed by the poor girl having to explain that she didn't cum that night, violet rushed to the biggest and best butch lesbian she knew.

sevika couldn't pass up the opportunity to see this nervy puppy embarrass herself in front row seats, and after a surprisingly short conversation with you, here the three of you were.

vi scans your face for reactions as she rubs you, your breathing becoming shakier as you look up at sevika who gently pats your cheek. she had asked about 80 times before you took off your clothes, and during, if you were really... positively.. absolutely, 100 percent sure. she would of asked a 81st time if sevika hadn't smacked her over the head to shut her up.

"is she—"

"she's fine. keep going," sevika ordered, watching vi's fingers. "move 'em lower."

vi's fingers slip lower between your folds, her eyes nervously flickering between her actions, sevika, and you, waiting for some kind of approval or command.

sevika lets out a hum, watching your cunt twitch as vi's fingers circle your entrance. "tease her, don't rush." she murmurs, her thumb rubbing against your inner thigh to keep you steady, also a silent promise that you will cum tonight.

vi does as she's told, her fingers almost slipping inside you before returning to rubbing. her eyes draw back up to your face, appreciating the needy look and your hands holding the sheets, squeezing the fabric impatiently.

"what do you wanna hear, vi?"

violet's head snaps up, her fingers faltering for a second. "what?"

"you wanna hear her beg? she's good at that," sevika shrugs, talking about something so personal as if was the weather.

the pink haired girl finds herself nodding anyway, the last four words apparently enough to convince her. sevika huffs in amusement, "then keep it up."

your body writhes as vi continues to alternate between dipping the tips of her fingers into you and then sliding back up to trace over your clit. sevika keeps you in place, squeezing your thigh occasionally to chill you out.

she knew how needy you could get, and were getting. she was also a little curious on how vi would react when you broke... which was right about...

"please... vi, please.."

at her name being whined between pleas, vi's breath catches and her fingers pause on your clit, her face flushing.

"there is it," sevika practically purrs, her big hand sliding up to your abdomen and keeping your shifting hips against the bed, her eyes locking with the puppy's. "look at her moaning your name already. you must be doing something right, huh?"

she hopes it gives vi some confidence, but she remains frozen.

"snap out of it," she grunts, leaning closer to vi who takes a sharp inhale. "fuck her, or i will."

that seemed to be the right approach. vi huffs and slowly sinks her middle finger into you, gritting her teeth at how tight you were. her free hand wraps around your thigh, just gently holding you open as she moves her finger in shallow, slow thrusts. "she's so—"

"tight? believe me, i know." sevika muses, checking you were okay before barking another order. "add another."

vi groans as she adds her ring finger, the vulgar squelch and filthy moan from your mouth going straight to her own cunt, and probably her wank bank.

"s'fucking dripping for you, vi. she likes you."

sevika's enjoying this way too much, knowing damn well she'll never let violet forget about this night— not that she ever would, god, your moans were practically embedded in her eardrums now.

vi almost whimpers, feeling you squeeze and throb around her fingers as she begins to pump them in and out, your arousal drooling off her digits. "god damn..."

"you feel her clenching?" sevika questions, her big hand splayed over your abdomen and her thumb dipping down to brush over your clit.

vi nods, her eyes glued to your pussy as it sucks her fingers in deeper. "y-yeah, she's— yeah."

"good," sevika murmurs, an almost proud look on her face as she watches vi pleasure you. "curl your fingers up a little."

it takes her a second, but vi's fingers eventually nudge against your g-spot. a louder moan falls from your mouth, your head falling back on the bed.

sevika hums, feeling your stomach contract under her palm. she doesn't need to say anything, vi is already starting to abuse that spot in a desperate attempt to make you cum, her pace gradually speeding up.

"not too fast, c'mon now."

vi takes a shaky breath to chill herself out, shifting her hips on the bed in an attempt to ease the ache between them. her hand moves from your thigh to take over sevika's thumb lazily toying with your clit, instead giving you direct and firm stimulation.

her eyebrows are knitted together in concentration, her arm aching but she had no intent of stopping, not when your body starts to tense and your legs begin to twitch and tremble.

and especially not when you start panting her name.

"... is she—?"

"she is perfectly fine, vi," sevika rolls her eyes, keeping your shaky body in place. "just make her cum, yeah?"

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[nebulaeternal]

✦.── In His Clothes── .✦

―୨୧⋆ ˚GENRE/WARNING: porn w/no plot, praise kink, edging, f!xm

―୨୧⋆ ˚SUMMARY: Sylus loved seeing you in his clothes, but couldn't help this particular night when you looked up at him with those eyes that could unravel him in an instant.

―୨୧⋆ ˚WORD COUNT: 0.8K

―୨୧⋆ ˚A/N: This is pure brainrot writing, mans has been dominating the cranium for too long now. This isn't super clean or anything, nothing is super structured, just pure brainrot. Borrowed some lines from @comatosebunny09 (thanks pookie). If you wanna sign up for the taglist for future posts, the link is below. Enjoy! (Can’t remember where I found the Sylus eye banner but credits to @omi-resources for the name one)

―୨୧⋆ ˚LINKS: AO3 Ver. , Twitter, Taglist Sign-up

―୨୧⋆ ˚TAGLIST: @voidsylus

If there was one little thing you did that made Sylus’s heart swell, it was wearing his clothes. It was an unspoken intimacy, a quiet declaration of your comfort in his space—and around him—to be able to equate it to your own. 

He always cherished the sight of you slipping into his home and raiding his closet for something loose and comfortable. Today was no different. Before he could properly greet you, you had already slipped into one of his oversized dress shirts. 

“Hi,” you chirped, finally meeting his gaze. The shirt hung off your shoulder in a way that made his pulse quicken. It was never your intention—at least that he was aware of—but Sylus could not help the way his gaze lingered on you. 

The hem of the shirt mocked him as it rode up your thighs when you reached for something. The deep v-neck dipped perfectly, drawing his eyes to the swell of your breasts every time you leaned over. He felt his body grow hot, his thoughts dancing on the edge of decency until your voice snapped him out of it. “Sylus?”

His stare was almost blank. “Yes sweetie?” He responded, trying to steady himself, though his mind was anything but. For a moment, he had forgotten what you even said, too distracted by the sight in front of him, of you in his shirt and out of your pants. “I was asking if a movie night was okay with you?” you repeated, leaning in with those knowingly pleading eyes that could unravel him in an instant. How could he possibly say no to that?

“Of course. It’s more than alright with me sweetie.”  His opens his arm to you, an invitation that you eagerly you accept as he reached for the remote on the table out in front of him. With his arm now wrapped around you, settling naturally against your side, his fingers idly caressing your skin as you both now turned your attention to the screen.

Except Sylus couldn’t focus. 

It was only about 30 minutes into the movie, his hands began to wander. Fingertips delicately grazing over your skin. His eyes flicked down catching a glimpse of your exposed skin, and finally he caved.

You were pinned beneath what you could call a hungry lion. He eagerly lapped at your skin as he sucked and bit the flesh, enjoying the dark marks that began to bloom. He was quick to have your folds sopping wet and dripping onto his fingers. Enjoying the way you squirmed and pawed at him, eyes glazed and filled with tears of pleasure.

“Sylus~” you mewled out. His fingers curl expertly, hitting that spongy spot inside you. You throw your head back into the plush of cushions, feeling yourself teeter on the brink of an orgasm.

“You’re doing so good for me, kitten.” He coos softly into your ear, feeling your walls clench around his thick digits. His other hand soothed you, gently caressing your hip as he worked you.

Before you could succumb to the tantalizing sensation, his movements halted. A frown was quick to appear on your features but the feeling of his cock sliding slowly into your folds had your dismay long forgotten, eyes rolling back into your head. “There she is~” he purrs, watching your face full of bliss.

Sylus loved the view beneath him. You, practically swimming in his shirt, with your legs folded to your chest, and his cock practically splitting you open while he pumped in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. “Faster.” You managed to whine out but Sylus shook his head.

His hips rolled slowly against yours, dragging the head of his cock slowly against your aching walls till just the tip remained inside and slowly pushing back in, savoring every inch he could while he sunk inside you. The whine that left your lips almost made his self-restraint snap. “You look so beautiful like this.” He murmured, continuing his slow pace.

The movie served as mere background noise as he savored every inch of your skin, swallowing up the whines and moans that left your mouth. His only focus was you–your pleasure, every reaction, the tremble of your body. He eased the grip your thighs, letting them fall naturally at his side “So perfect.” His torturously slow pace continued for the next hour, bringing you closer to the edge, never once letting you fall. At this point you were a sobbing mess, begging desperately for your release. “Sylus please–” You choked out once more, voice laced with need and desperation as you writhed in his hold. He hushed you gently, his voice low and soothing, “I know baby, I know. But you’re doing so good for me.” Your pleading eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and flushed appearance snapped something inside him. He couldn’t deny you any longer, not when you had been so good for him. He groaned in surrender, hips snapping quickly against your own, finally, giving you what you craved. “Give it to me.”

[starryeyedstray]

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME ANYONE HAS DRAWN FANART FOR ONE OF MY FICS AND IT'S DONE BY THE AMAZINGLY TALENTED ELLE?????????? AAAAAHHHHHH

TAKE ALL MY LOVE AND AFFECTION (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡

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This fic has been haunting me for a hot minute so i decided to draw it out!! All credits go to @starryeyedstray, it's so so good please go read it and give it a like because i said so it's that good

[anantaru]

cw. best friends need to fuck each other sometimes <3 fem! reader

what's worse?

the vivid realization of fucking your best friend aventurine or that it actually feels fucking nice when you ride him as it all happened so quickly, with want, need and arousal— without your mind working.

it started somewhat innocent, the both of you curious on what's behind those clothes of yours when you begin to masturbate in front of each other— your fingers rubbing over your puffy clit as aventurine watches with big doe eyes, stroking his cock.

high off desperation, he urges you to put a finger into your hole, which you hoped he'd be the one to tell you— to make you do it so it's him who looks even more desperate than you did.

he makes a great show of showing you his thickened cock, right and solid and good wiping his pre over his shaft before bucking into his hand, again again and again fucking into his tight grip imagining it's your tight pussy instead.

the one he's watching getting stuffed by a mere finger. he could've made you cum already, he's certain of it.

aventurine begins to grunt each time you whine when you pump a finger in— and you can see it, how much in pain he was, keeping his teeth dug into his bottom lip to concentrate on making himself cum with his hand.

but it's fast, almost a little bold when he asks you, when both of you think about it;

"you wanna— sit on it, just a bit?" he gasps when you whine back to him, confused and lidded eyes, thrusting your finger in and out of your hole, "only a bit, okay?" you utter back nervously, "five s-seconds, five, not more," lips wet with saliva bestowing pure lust as aventurine was trying to hold it in, his climax and breath, caught in a big gulp.

you hop on top of him, your folds smacking against his shaft as he desperately lines himself up— drawing you still, uttering out another twine of five seconds, only five, fucking five seconds, it's gonna be worth it, you'll see.

"fuck—," he throws his head back, palms branding your ass, "i'm inside of you, fucking inside, oh fuck," as the new feeling of a cock, your best friends cock, sliding into your walls felt so fucking satisfying, so damn filthy and wrong, but good and well at the same time.

it's wrong, it's not, but it is. no it's not.

something so thick and pleasuring can never be wrong.

you're so tight, so fucking tight," he presses into you, your hole filled and thighs shaking, your hips still pushing down to keep more of him in before you let out a squeal at the burning split of his shaft gaping your cunt apart— the tight cunt aventurine always wanted to feel.

the gambler doesn't want mindless fucking, or mundane repetitive one night stands that are bringing him more eye roll than actual pleasure.

actual satisfaction? that's what he wants and he's feeling it right now while stuffing his best friend's sloppy cunt—he desires you strongly, he craved an almost damaging, unspeakable pleasure, his hips jerking reflexively as you're high off the sensation of him.

you choke out your moans, both humping each other filthily, his unforgiving pace bringing you to tears, sweat and saliva drenching you, marking you up, until you're falling apart on your best friends fucking cock.

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