#i dont know how to draw muscles but i tried to work it out for silver

[cephalotyrant]

people really liked the mermaids... so I'm working on some sort of fish au ig? I forgot Riddle's ribbon but that will be brought up later... enjoy second year's as fish

[mvrtaiswriting]

Hey! Someone suggested your blog for one piece and I decided to check it out!

I’d also like to make a request

How would the monster trio(+katakuri if you wanna write for him) be with a s/o who always looks at them as if asking them for permission to beat some one up (you can add anyone else if you want) f!reader or gn! Reader whichever one

Headcanons pls<3

Have a great day!

Monster trio + Ace, Law and Usopp with a s/o who looks at them before fighting someone.

hullo, thanks for requesting this! i unfortunately dont write for katakuri but i added law and ace to the mix, i hope it's fine! enjoy this lil headcanons, i loved writing these!! also, using this as a chance to restate that requests are open!

warning: none. gn! reader.

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. 

Luffy: All it takes is a glare. It doesn't take long for Luffy to recognise the sparkle in your eyes. He feels it too; the tension building in your muscles, the adrenaline rising up in your veins making your heart beat ten times faster than usual. Lowering his straw-hat to cover his eyes, Luffy simply chuckles in response. He knows your potential and he is curious of the limits your able to reach and break. He takes this as a good opportunity to train and test your powers; nevertheless, he is watching your back and ready to step in.

Sanji: Sanji smirks and lights up a cigarette, making himself comfortable and untying his tie. He knows well that whoever crosses your path is in real danger - and he brags about it whenever he has the occasion to. He is overly proud of you; plus, winning a fight would always guarantee a special treatment from him. Preparing your favourite meal, smothering you in kisses, an endless ramble of praises. He enjoys the fight, making sure you don't get hurt as he meticulously observe your combat moves.

Zoro: Zoro tries to make you back off. Despite his love and respect for you, he would rather let you stay away from the battlefield. He is aware of your combat abilities, he just thinks it would be easier if you'd let his swords deal with it. Nevertheless, it's easy to convince him if you buy him an extra bottle of booze. After all, despite his protective instincts, he enjoys a partner who can fight and protect themselves. Seeing you go feral and win a fight always tickles his senses.. so you might be in for a good, particularly nasty training session afterwards.

additional characters:

Law: Law definitely doesn't approve your conflictual nature. Although he is a little trouble maker himself, he prefers approaching things, and fights, in a more methodical way - having a precise strategy, and more importantly, a reason. Getting caught up in a worthless fight would mean catching the marine's attention, and that would be dangerous. When he sees you joining the battlefield regardless, he sighs and stands back. But if you manage to get hurt.. be ready to hear him grumble under his breath about irresponsible you were as he medicates you.

Ace: You and Ace would meet looks, the same impulsive idea running through the synapses of your brain. He nods in response, a clever smirk drawing on his lips as he transforms the ramble in a challenge.

"First one to land a punch wins."

Usopp: Tries to discourage you from it. He knows you would be perfectly able to win the fight - but he also knows he would struggle to help you. Your fearless nature worries Usopp, and sometimes it makes him wonder how the two of you get so along. Dangerous situation fuel you, whilst he prefers running from them. Usopp would never give you the permission to battle someone if the situation permits a safe escape - a long, frustrated sighs is the only slightly positive answer you could receive. And when you jump head first in the battle, he whines and snorts, ready to snipe the enemy if the situation escalates.

[caged-kaashi]

Hey, Akaashi

Im a 1st year (high school). after winter break Im gonna be a 2nd year and.... I just don't know what to do.

There is literally nothing im good at. i didnt know that was possible. I'm not good at studying, i can't draw, i can't play an instrument, i can't make friends, i can't play any sports, i can't play games, i can't write essays, i'm not funny, i'm not patient.... i'm lazy. i don't know, literally, there's nothing i'm good at. Not even trivial things. Not even like checkers, or dodgeball, or smiling, or talking quickly, or tricking people.

I didn't know it was possible, but here I am. I'm not even healthy; my own fault, with some help from my genes. I cant stay up the night, i sleep like 8 hours and am still sleepy, i dont like eating so im... not underweight, but close. i have no muscle. but i have no fat so i can't skip meals and be fine, if i skip two meals ill become so weak i can barely stand, it sucks.

I tried to make a list once: all the things im good at. squeezed my brain for any niche thing. heres what i came up with:

I'm decent at english. I don't smoke or do drugs or gamble. I'm not a big money spender. sometimes i do the dishes.

The bare minimum, less even.

anyways, i have 2 months of winter break. in that time i wanna learn to cook, at least. and earn money. How can I earn money? and exercise just enough to go back into the 'normal muscle range'. I don't think i can learn to study well enough to get into college in that time. So something, anything. Anything to stay alive later without being a burden on my parents.

Sorry for ranting.

Hello anon, before I begin, thank you for trusting me enough to hear you out. I'm here for you anytime you may need to rant so don't ever hesitate. And I'm sorry that you're feeling awful with how you are currently.

-pulls you down gently to sit beside him-

However, I seem to have noticed your special quality through your words and that is introspection. You have taken time to be true to yourself and search who you are. This may sound albeit spiritual but finding yourself and accepting the form you are at is one of the most basic and important step to improve yourself.

It also appears as though you've already started working on the next step too. You've made a list of things that you want to achieve by a certain time frame and that's great. I'll be cheering you on, celebrate every little achievement just like how parents would with a mere single step of a young baby.

The thing about being good at something is ultimately acquired skills. You may be good at something by birth and that merely gives you a head start, you still need to refine and polish it, in order for the skill to shine. By bringing this point forward, what I mean to say is, you're still young, you can find a skill that interests you and work on it, that's how you acquire skill sets for yourself.

You also posed a question about how to earn money. The easiest trick is to find a way to make yourself more sell worthy in the market and for that you have to work on acquiring the very skills that both interests you as well as is sought out in the market. If you say you're good in English then maybe look into newsletters, improving your writing and start with something small. I do have to also mention that the bare minimum you speak of is still much better than being the worst and doing bad things intentionally.

Lastly, I do wanna add that whatever you do, do it for yourself. I know it sounds selfish but it is ultimately you who has to live with yourself so treat yourself better. Become someone you would trust your child-self to be impressed by because that is the only person who you need to keep happy and satisfied.

You can do whatever you can put your mind to, take a breath, find ways in which you'll be happy and healthy, prioritize yourself more and remember, keep moving- in every sense of the word. Because even the tiniest step is an improvement from where you last were.

[savorypink]

mickey.........

dont kill me but now can you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make a follow up where they do the chores and she tries on the outfit and they fuck MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT

u are so spoiled anon 🙄 but FINE

follow up to this blurb

The whirling of the vacuum would typically annoy you, but you find it hard to complain with Alex in your arms. You’re itching for him to hold you as well, your legs tied tightly around his hips, his cock keeping your insides warm as he vacuums the living room carpet. Whenever you clenched, you noticed his grip on the vacuum tightens, along with a slight twitch of his cock. Satisfied with this reaction, you made it a habit to squeeze around him just to tease.

“Stop doing that.”

“If it bothers you so much, then maybe you should work faster.”

He stops vacuuming to thrust into you harshly, your walls clinging to his cock tightly, your manicured nails clawing at the muscles of his shoulders. Out of pleasure and embarrassment, you hide your face in his neck, your cheeks beginning to heat up.

“I’m sorry,” he teases, “did you want me to do something?”

“Work faster so you can fuck me already.”

---

“You know what I hate?” You ask.

“Folding clothes?”

“Exactly.”

After vacuuming, you, but mainly Alex, moved on to your laundry. Your mobility is limited with you around his middle, so the washing and drying was mostly his doing. You’d help with the folding, even though it was a pain. The majority of the clothes belonged to you anyway. Seated in his lap, still full of his cock, you stumble upon a pair of panties you haven’t seen in a while from the laundry basket. They’re a soft satin with lace around the cut, complete with your name embroidered in the middle. It was a gift from Alex some birthdays ago.

“Should I wear these for the stream? I forgot how cute these were.”

“You can wear whatever you want underneath the outfit I got you. You won’t need panties anyway.”

You pout. “The chat would prefer if I wore nothing anyway,” you chuckle, folding the delicate garment. “I have yet to see this outfit. Where is it?”

As if on cue, the front door doorbell rings, “It’s here. You’re gonna love it.” Before Alex can get up, you place your hands on his chest to stop him.

“Wait! I don’t want the neighbors to see me attached to you.”

“We’ll put a blanket over you,” he laughs, “like E.T.”

---

You two have about an hour until the stream begins. You’re a little empty with Alex no longer inside you, and you’re feeling the ache tenfold as you twirl in the mirror in your new outfit. You’re in black head to toe; a full latex bodysuit hugs your form; the best features of your body are on display through the tight material. The swimsuit cut of the bodysuit draws attention to your thighs and chest, your breasts appearing larger through the latex cups. A zipper sits conveniently at the crotch, your cunt swelling against the latex. Of course, you have knee-high boots to match.

You pose in the mirror, turning around to get a good view of your ass, “I look sick. You did a good job, babe.”

“I know,” he jokes, his arms coming around your waist to embrace you. “I like it when you look…dangerous.”

Alex fidgets with the zipper of your outfit, already hardening against your ass. You wiggle against him, a silent invitation for him to undo the zipper. You watch him in the mirror as his fingers immediately dip into your cunt, pumping in at out of your soaked core relentlessly. His other hand holds your chin, forcing your gaze solely on the mirror as you moan, your legs beginning to tremble.

Before you can feel your knees buckle, Alex pulls his fingers out of you. You whine at the emptiness, your cunt clenching around nothing. Before you can beg for his fingers again, Alex pushes you against the mirror, not too hard to hurt you but enough to get a surprised yelp out of you.

“Had a better idea. Sorry.”

He’s too busy shuffling out his boxers to see your eyes roll. With both hands on your hips, Alex sinks into your cunt slowly, making sure your insides revel in every inch of him, the burning of stretch causing you to clench around him needily. He takes your moan as a sign to start moving, driving you into the mirror. The mirror fogs as you pant and moan against the icy glass, moving your hand to flick at your clit. Alex chuckles at your desperation, his hand coming down to give your ass a harsh spank.

“You can’t wait until the stream? I knew my girl was needy, but we should at least let everyone see your new outfit, right?”

“Look who’s talking…” your fingers flick faster at your clit, your vision blurring as you feel your release stirring in your belly. “Al..faster…”

He does as you say, downright ramming you into the mirror repeatedly. Your neck is sore from the position and his movements, but when you clench around him for the final time, the pain is alleviated from your body instantly. You’re met with the same warmth you’ve had all day once Alex comes inside you with a drawn-out groan. Pulling out of you, you feel his release drip down your boots, admiring the reflection in the mirror. You’re surprised you’re still standing.

“You ruined my outfit…” you faux pout, turning to him. “I hope you ordered a back-up.”

“Well, you did say the chat would prefer if you wore nothing. So do I.”

[tomatoart]

mwah your art is good and nice :>

can I ask for some advice? no worries if u don't want to answer.

do you have any tips on how exactly to practice art? everytime I ask for art advice everyone always says "practice" but idk what to practice first! do you have any strategies for learning how to draw something? do you do excercises? and if so how do they work?and are there any beginner mistakes I should look out for and change specifically?

thank you so much!! have a wonderful week :>

thank you so much! im ok w answering! i dont want to speak as if i am an expert on how to draw things in general as i am learning as well and definitely am not completely learned, so i might not be the best person to ask since im not very professional w my art as I do it as a hobby (and I can only speak on mostly digital cartoon matters) but i reallly hope to try and help u out even a lil ! im really happy that you’re eager to draw :] I wish you so much luck muwah muwah

i also hated when ppl told me “just practice” and i dont wanna inflict tht on u EITHER LOL but also thats just what i ended up doing for awhile but i tried to find some things to help ^_^

tips for practice: My number one rule is that practices should be challenging but still fun, I know it can get frustrating trying to redraw a pose over and over trying to get it perfect. And over time it rlly is all about muscle memory, the longer you draw the more your eyes will pick out specific shapes in everyday life and convert them into its own vision of them! or at least its good to look at life that way, try to pin point key shapes and stress less on details in practices. after you look at key points, THEN you can go over what you have and draw in and over it to make it more “complete.” To stop practices from getting too stressful I recommend starting out drawing what you want a little more simple looking than ur desired finished product. This helps eliminate the pressure of everything not looking “perfect” and keeps your art more loose and fun. Doing this a few times is gonna get ur brain to recognize patterns in art and how things look/flow in anatomy and such. dont get stuck in ur own head abt perfecting everything to the point you either 1) give up bc ur not at a level capable of it being 100% “perfect” or 2) focus so much on making it perfect that you end up saying the work looks “wonky” or stale in dynamics, So while I do think studies help, don’t get too lost in them. I always practice with media I enjoy too, whether it’s characters or fashion I enjoy.

Strategies learning to draw something: people get mad abt this one but I think tracing reference photos is great. its been awhile but When I tried learning to draw hands better at first I would trace them then put the traced image to the side of the canvas, then try and replicate what my mind saw as its most important angles and aspects. Same for clothing folds/hair/etc! I think it’s maybe not the best idea to trace the ref and use the tracings as is, because you learn more from tracing it then trying to replicate and simplify what u learned into the style you’re working in. Find what shapes you like from them and don’t over detail it. you may have to go by eye and think “what parts of this ref photo should i simplify to fit my style” and for me, its usually adjusting the length of the torso and then the limbs by associations. i dont recommend feeling like u need a reference for every art you make though, its ok to let ur own head try out its own sometimes too while trying to learn this, see if it remembers any call bad from the past referenced sketches! over time ull remember where everything goes more, these days i rarely kick myself to use refs but im sure they still would help to use, but figure drawing simple blobby figure in a bunch of random poses was a big thing i used to do as well to get better at full body art + overall dynamics (still does this). also paying attention to silhouettes is great 

Exercises and how they work: I WANNA HELP U SO BAD BUT to be honest, all the works on my blog ARE exercises! i rarely actually do finished pieces, if u scroll thru my posts ull notice most r sketches. i usually just fill up a page and call it “warm ups” then i get attached to some of them, take a few, and just line them up pleasingly on a smaller page, then color them in (or sometimes fix the lines to be more clean too). im not rlly a person who “exercises” to practice, it more so happens from just me drawing a lot for fun as a hobby! but i really should. i will tell u this has humbled me a lil i need to start practicing too 😭 LOL but a good exercise is to look at what ur inspirations do, and study it. Make a collage and write out what you like most abt their styles/what u want to gain from them. For ref Here’s a page I did awhile ago when someone asked me abt my insps:

i also look at fashion magazines and as well as anime figures and take insps from that sometimes with learning cool poses and compositions to convert into my own things

Beginner mistakes to look out for: its hard for me to pin point “mistakes” beginners make, as sometimes we cant avoid all of them or even notice them, progress comes from growing out of old ways. some mistakes are even the foundation of ur future amazing cool style! but i think some things to look out for could be these, from my own old art experiences

Hands were the first thing I learned bc i liked drawing them. I don’t know if that is the best way to go but I think it is smart to practice sooner than later, here is a lil guide thingggyyy wingyyy from awhle ago

i see beginners shy away from drawing signs of age in people, sometimes adding too much detail on an older person in cartoon art makes it look weird, so i try and hit the key markings on ppls faces of age.

Too thin of lines. sometimes its a stylistic choice to use thin lineart, and it can look amazing ! but sometimes it can flatten an image if ur not familiar with its flow. im not saying use thick line art, but more so to keep in mind the weight of ur strokes, adding depth with a thick thin combo of line art can do SO much for the simplest of pieces. heres a visual from a while back when i talked abt my brush + more abt lines:

but if ur desired style is thin lineart that is cool too! tbh it was just harder for me as a beginner

sometimes artists think they need to do full lineart for everything and then hate how it looks compared to the sketch, do not fear i will introduce u to my bff: painting over a sketch, extractinging the lines, then calling it line art. i only do this sometimes but its a fun exercise-ish thing to do in a pinch. example:

finding what shading fits ur art. sometimes ill see ppl starting out who have a style thats very simple, but they use a very detailed rendering process on it. this is not something id ever police of course, art is each persons own choice! And it CAN work. It can be so cute! but sometimes mixing two very contrasting mediums of art can throw off the “put together” look of it. i use to abuse the airbrush tool thinking it made my simple style look super cool and detailed, but looking back on it now those pieces looked a little off, having such a simple style have somewhat more realistic shading. dont get me wrong the ability i see ppl use rendering like that is so insanely talented! but i found cellshading to be a good match for cartoony art like my own. a tip i learned way too late abt that is rather than shading each layer by color picking a darker color, instead use a clipping mask over the entire art (above line art too as I color my lineart) and lasso tool the areas u want shaded + fill it w a saturated purple then set to multiply + lower opacity. also, sometimes coloring can come out chalky looking when u meant for it to be smooth and transitional, i think this comes from overshading and overlighting pieces without reason. pay attention to where the light source is, and focus on making the shaded and lighter areas nice shapes that cover the necessary areas, then u can add additional shading to the smaller details of what should have a casted shadow/light  

its good to spice up ur art now rather than later, focusing making ur art pop more w backgrounds will help ur coloring skills look better too! i dont mean detailed huge backgrounds, a small lil color pallet and design rather than a blank white bg. like this will make u feel better abt it or at least it helped me *sweats* yeah:

beginners tend to draw blank faces like “:)” but I think a good thing to do is try and get silly with expressions early on. It’s okay if the mouth hangs off the face cartoonishly with joy or shock, it’s ok if the eyebrows are super high in surprise.

tracing and pasting it as is (already said this but I’ve seen ppl do it a lot with hair styles and it makes it look alienated from the rest of the style) (final fantasy fans found critically injured) n if need a ref for a pose, using a real humans anatomy as-is doesn’t look quite right on a cartoonyish drawing. Shortening torso and legs usually comes out of this for me!

flip ur canvas i promise u it’ll be less embarrassing over time!

using guidelines for perspective and foreshortening is GREAT. Do it stylistically rather than realistically to add some groove to it...yay. Having silly perspective in art can make it look like a 10 so easily opposed to a normal front facing sketch. Look at cool poses from fashion magazines! Don’t be scared to draw something you don’t feel confident in conveying perfectly, this is why progress redraws exist :)

Drawing the hairline b4 u draw the hair is great, it helps u understand where their hair flows from, where it starts and stops, AND prepares u for drawing bald ppl. Also don’t make the head too big, the skull IS bigger up top, but sometimes I see an alien head affect.

Anatomy is an interesting mistake that beginners make a lot, but it’s one they find harder to notice! When I started out, all my art would be SO wonky, but I didn’t even realize it! It still happens today too! specifically though I see beginners struggle with the arms in this department. My advice is to try and measure them out and make sure they don’t go past the knees, and are the same length as each other when Unfolded. asking for criticism is hard but it helped me realize when i would make something bigger/longer than it should have been in my art, and stuck with me being able to go “oh... i see it LOL” 

clothing wrinkles- do not over do it! Too many wrinkles and shading can look unpleasant and wirey- like a plastic table cloth all bunched up which isn’t exactly what ppl wear. pay attention to gravity too

I hope this helped even a lil im sorry tht I’m not very good at explaining or didn’t have much to sayyy! If u have any troubles no guarantee I’ll have the answer, but ur always free to ask!

[halovianed]

lyney and lynette :33 - lee

MY BEAUTIFUL PAPER TWINS

LYNEY

First Impression: smiles. ive been wanting them since the fucking. the one teaser you know the one. the teaser where they also teased ningguang cyno ayaka etc. i was like Holy Fuckkkkk magician twins i need them NOWWWWW

Impression Now:

hes crazy hes fucking crazy. 17 year old french-filo boy hes fucking crazy hes so codependent on lynette ive talked about this extensively in the past but the way that these twins literally only ever had each other is fucking sickening. they were children. THEY ARE CHILDREN STILL. the way that lyney relies on his image of The Good Older Brother in order to feel stable is fucking crazy. hes crazy. in the archon quest when he starts panicking when lynette is missing you can see the cracks start to form. without his sister he feels like hes nothing. without lynette he started to have panic attacks and he couldnt even calm himself down no matter how hard he tried. i hate it here

Favorite Moment: his big brother complex showing up when lynette disappears

Idea for a Story: I DONT KNOW CAN HE JUST BE HAPPY FOR ONCE?> PLEASE?"

Unpopular Opinion: i think lyney fans are annoying a lot of the time because of the way they tend to push lynette out of the picture like. you know lyney would hate your ass for that shit right? tell me you know that.

Favorite Relationship: The Beautiful Paper Siblings

Favorite Headcanon: he likes to tuck lynette and freminet into bed like as in literally pull the blanket over them and brush their hair back and kiss their foreheads before he gets into his own bed. and they know that when he does these little acts of love he feels more whole himself so they let him do this without complaint because they love him too. and they all love each other so much.

LYNETTE

First Impression: again i was already a fan since the old teaser

Impression Now:

I AM PHYSICALLY FUCKING ILL. her backstory is one of the most tragic ones in genshin im being serious AND CAN I SAY IF SHE WAS A BOY PEOPLE WOULD TALK ABOUT THIS MORE. sorry. her perfectly crafted calm and indifferent mask as a response to her trauma.... yeah who cares i dont care. the way she cares for her twin is so so so subtle that a lot of people miss it i think. she knows that lyney wants to take care of her, so she lets herself be taken care of. she provides a safe area for lyney to just. stop the charming magician front and just be quiet for once... its so so interesting how the public images of lyney and lynette are literally the opposite of how they are in private; lynette is actually quite witty and she enjoys chatting meanwhile lyney is not actually that extroverted and outgoing. ITS ALL AN ACT. and this was SO FUCKING GENIUS to put in fontaine. everything is a facade.

Favorite Moment: i just think shes so cute dont you agree :'-) she is so cutey with it

Idea for a Story: Therapy 😊

Unpopular Opinion: I AM SICK AND TIREDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD OF PEOPLE ACTING LIKE SHE ONLY EXISTS AS AN EXTESNION OF LYNEY 🤕🤕🤕🤕 ughhhhh

Favorite Relationship: The Beautiful Paper Siblings

Favorite Headcanon: i think she and lyney do each others face paint makeup :'-) i think shes often furrowing her brow and concentrating on drawing lyneys tear and hes always trying to make her giggle but all she does is give him an unamused look and he throws his hands up and hes like Tough crowd, tough crowd... A shame.... and then sits quietly humming to himself the rest of the time. i think when lyney does HER makeup hes like My, Lynette! Have you always looked this dashing? and her facial muscles just barely twitch and thats how lyney can tell that the compliment worked

[sachiko6243]

The good old Doc - Part 10

Missed the start? No problem, here is the first part, the following ones are always linked at the end, so you dont have to search endlessly. 😉

Summary: Lieutenant Lilith Adams enlisted back in the military, only to be met with a certain cocky pilot. Overcoming certain past traumas, she tries to fit in with the team of pilots as their personal medic. Soon finding her stuck between a certain good looking aviator and her work morals.

This is a series which is currently in the making, so I don’t exactly know how long it is going to be. 😊

Word count: 2932

Warnings: talk about infertility, oral (f receiving), Jake being sweet af

Minors DNI !!!

We barely made it through the door. Jake just fast enough turning around and locking it, before he was back on me again. He walked me backwards into the room, guiding me down on the couch. He hovered over me, parting my legs and pressing his member against my core. I grinded my hips against him, to satisfy the need washing over my body. “Jake…” I moaned. Fingers desperately working his uniform open. Meanwhile Jake opened the zipper on the side of my dress, shoving it over my head and throwing it into a corner of the room. His eyes immediately scanned over my body. Taking in the black lace bra and black lace thong. “Fuck, darlin… You are going to be the death of me.” He rasped.

The cold metal of his belt, stung against my warm thighs, sending shivers down my body. My hands were shaking, tugging on his uniform, to get him out of it. He understood my desperateness, ridding him from his clothes. When I saw him only wearing his boxer briefs, I gulped. Sure, I have seen his arms many times in training, or when I was drawing blood to check his results. But his body was marbled with nothing but muscles. The fine blond chest hair accentuated his six pack and chest muscles. A thin, groomed line of hair descended his belly, vanishing into his boxers. I reached my hand out, only to stop midmovement, not sure if he wanted me to touch him.

He grinned at my hesitation, grabbing my hand, and guiding it towards his body. “You are allowed to touch it. No, you are expected to do.” Then his hands were over my body again. Mapping it out, tracing every line and scar. His lips were pressing open mouth kisses everywhere he could reach. Goosebumps running over my skin as an answer.

I was lost in the feeling. The heat of the night, mixed with the warmth of his body, wrapping me up into a safe and protected cocoon. “Jake…” I whimpered, pressing my body against his chest, when he sucked in the skin under my ear. He growled at my begging, hand slipping under my back. “May I?” He asked, playing with the hooks of my bra. “Yes please!” I begged, arching my back to give him better access. His experienced fingers quickly ridded me of my bra, throwing it through the room, before his lips were attached to one nipple. Sucking and licking on it, like it was the sweetest candy he ever tasted.

Instinctively I clawed to his shoulders, arching my back even more. He switched between my breasts, kneading the other one with big strong hands. I could feel myself grow wetter with every second he was touching me. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pulled him in, desperate to feel something against my core. “Please, Jake. I need…” My words got stuck in my throat, when one hand wandered between our bodies, caressing my core through the lace of my panties. “So wet for me already. Tell me, darlin. What do you want from me?” He rasped, kissing down my stomach, eyes never leaving my face.

“I need… fuck…” My brain was mushed, short circuiting at the sight of this marvelous pilot between my legs. “You need what, sweet cheeks. Talk to me. I want you to say it with big words, like a good girl.” Jake was now hovering directly over my core. Gently nipping on the fabric of my panties. Pulling them between his teeth and letting them snap back against my hip bones.

“I want to feel you.” I whimpered, bucking my hips into his face, earning a chuckle from him. With one last look, checking in for any discomfort, he pulled down my panties, throwing them through the room. “My god, darlin…” He growled at the sight of my glistening pussy, dripping with arousal. Looking me deep in the eyes he dove down, licking a broad stripe over my aching cunt. I couldn’t help it, bucking my hips up in pleasure and crying out his name. His big hands came around my legs, tugging open my thighs and holding me down. The feeling was marvelous. The way he sucked and licked my clit, changing his attention every now and then between my folds, lapping up my slick.

I grabbed hold of his short golden hair with one hand, desperately trying to steady me against the rising tension in my core. He hummed in pleasure, at me tugging at his strands, the vibration going straight through my body. “Jake…” I was a whimpering mess underneath him and it didn’t even take him long to get me here. “Jake… I need more. Please… Fuck!” I cried out, when he sucked my pearl harder than before. My brain swerving of the road of what I was going to say.

“What, baby girl? What do you need?” He growled, a complete shift in his manners. Eyes blown black with lust and hunger. Threatening to eat me alive in the most sexual way possible. The sweet gentleman attitude, he reserved for me, was gone. But rather then setting me off, it turned me on. Way more than any man before him could ever do it. “Talk to me, darlin. Tell me, what you need and I will do it.” Jake pressed on, playing with my folds, smearing my slick all over my cunt and thighs.

“Fingers… I need fingers.” I panted, pulling him back down, but he resisted. Teasingly running a finger over my folds. “How do you need them?” Then he let it slowly sink into my pussy. “Like this? Or more like this?” He asked, curling it upwards, against the soft spongy spot deep in my core. I cried out on pleasure, writhing underneath his hold, clenching around his finger. “God, you are so tight, how am I supposed to fuck you properly, when you are already squeezing my finger?” His voice was hoarse, grinding on the edge of complete madness. “I think I have to prepare you, darlin, because I swear, if I feel that tight sweet pussy gripping my cock like its gripping me now, I will come before I even start.” Pushing another finger in, he had me seeing stars. Scissoring them apart, dragging them over my walls, massaging my insides. His mouth dipped down again, sucking my clit between his lips.

Letting out a whiny fuck, was all I could muster at his lustful torture. The way he found a steady rhythm with his fingers and tongue had me craving for more. I wanted him to fuck me. Ruin me. Mark me for everyone to see. Every ounce of feminism left my body the moment this man laid his beautiful mouth on me. And I couldn’t care less. To hell with emancipation. Let me have that perfect example of a man, have his primal and ruthless way with me. All I could think about was Jake. He was taking up all the capacity left in my brain. The rest of it drowned in the hot waves of pleasure washing through my body, threatening to pull me under.

I was close to coming. The coil in my stomach about to snap, about to rip me apart. “Jake… I am close… I...” I was whimpering, thrashing around his head. But Jake didn’t seem to mind. And by the way his eyes lit up at my confession, you could think he wanted it even more than I did. “Go on, sweet girl. Come for me. Make a mess on my face, my fingers.” He spurred me on, holding eye contact, while he kept pushing me towards the edge. I reached for his hand laying on my lower stomach, holding me in place. Clawing at his strong arm. He growled at me pushing my nails in his arm, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was him and his tongue. The vibration of his growl, finally sending me flying over the cliff.

A cry of incoherent words left my mouth, back arching from the sofa, thighs clamping down on his head. I squeezed my eyes shut, chanting his name, while pure white bliss washed over me. Far away, I could feel his mouth leaving me, spreading open mouth kisses over my body, while his fingers kept on massaging me through my high. Then he was on top of me, watching me intently, as I pulled him down for a kiss. I could taste myself on him, mixing deliciously with the taste of beer and Jake. He pulled his hand from between my legs, bringing it up to my mouth. I took his forefinger and middlefinger between my lips, sucking on them, cleaning all my arousal off.

Jake clenched his jaw, eyes fixated on where his lips vanished into my mouth. With a soft plop, I let them slip out of my lips, looking at him with doe eyes. I spread my legs wider, inviting him in. “Please, Jake… I need to feel you. Take me, fuck me. I want it all, please.” I pleaded, hands wandering over his body, gripping wherever they could. “Do you have condoms?” He asked, teeth gritted. I shook my head. “We wont need them.” I stammered, feeling once again the blush creep up my cheeks.

“So, you are on birth control and clean? Because I am. I got checked last week.” He asked, still looking at me with the eyes of an eagle. I tilted my head, blushing even more. “I know you are. I was the one taking your blood work.” Internally grateful, for him not making this awkward. It was standard procedure for navy pilots to get checked over every three months, offering them a general health check on top for free. Jake was known to fuck around a lot, so it wasn’t new to me, that he would ask for an STD check. He had many sorted in his medical files and I wondered how he was able to have caught nothing in his years of being a bed hopper. But then I remembered what I just said. ‘We wont need them’. He was expecting me to be on the pill. But I wasn’t. I was in fact infertile from my torture of the Taliban. How would he take it, when I would tell him? Am I supposed to tell him now? Would he be angry or upset with me? Leaving me? I turned my head, fighting the tears from spilling.

He smiled at me, when he noticed my face growing redder with every passing second. But then he froze, when he saw me on the edge of crying. Immediately he backed off, sitting back on his knees. “Whats wrong, darlin? Did I do something?” He asked, hands reaching out for me, stopping midway. Now crucially aware of my nudity, I curled up to a ball, hiding under his worried stare. “We don’t have to go any further, sweet cheeks. Its fine if you don’t want to.” He whispered, desperately trying to figure out, why I shied away from him. A loud sob escaped my lips, the first tear rolling down my cheek. “That’s not… that’s not what I worry about.” I answered with shaky breaths.

“Then what is scaring you? Have I done something wrong?” Jake was still distressed. “Look, Lilith, I want you to feel safe and loved with me. You can trust me. I will not be going anywhere. If you need time, then I will give you as much as you need, but please tell me whats upsetting you. Let me help.” He pleaded, worry written over his features. And that made me crumble completely. I crawled into his arms, clinging to his body. Now I was sobbing uncontrollably, hiding my face in his arms. “I cant tell you.” I whimpered. “I am ruined and as soon as you know it, you will leave me. And that’s okey. You deserve someone better. Someone whole. Someone who you can start a family with.”

“Sweet cheeks, listen to me. I am not going anywhere, you hear me?” Jake soothed me, holding me close to him. Then realization dawned over him. “What do you mean? Someone who can give me a family? Are you…?”

I nodded in his arm. “Yes… I am sorry. So sorry.” That seemed to anger him, because he jerked me back, forcing me to look in his eyes. “What are you sorry for? That’s not your fault!”

“But it is. I was captured by the Taliban. I let them torture me. I could have fought back, but I didn’t. I…” I cried, arms thrashing in the air, wrapping around his neck, and hiding again in his hard chest. He interrupted me with such force in his words, I shrieked: “Don’t you dare be sorry for something you had no control over. You did your best at surviving. And you should be proud for doing it, because it shows what a strong, powerful woman you are. I don’t care if you are fertile or not. I could care less about children. All I want is you. You alone make me happy. And if you ever want children, we can adopt. I love you the way you are, do you understand?”

I nodded, wiping away the tears from my cheeks. “And you are not lying?”

“Why should I be lying to you?” He asked. His hands stroking my face, my hair, my back. I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe to not upset me more?”

He huffed: “Do you think I would play you like that?” I shook my head. “Sorry. Its just… I always thought you would want a family and you would want it soon.”

“Why? Because I am already 30?” He laughed at my assumption. “Let me make one thing clear: Three weeks ago, I was fully convinced I would be single for the rest of my life. Not worthy of being more than an exiting one-night-stand.” He raised a finger to shut me off. “No listen. Then you came around. Crashing into my reality, like a tornado. Sassing back like hell spit out a demon. I knew from that moment, I needed you. And I will be around as long as you want me to. Deal with it, because I am not leaving. You are perfect for me. You ground me, keep me in check, make me a better man. And I will be damned to let you go over such a minor thing like you being fertile or not. I love you. More than words can express.”

His words had me crying again. But this time it was because I felt happy. It was like I was seeing the light of day the first time. He loved me. “Thank you, Jake.” I leaned into his touch, smiling sheepishly. He grinned down at me, poking me playfully. “Don’t thank me for doing the bare minimum. Although you can thank me for making you come like I did.” I smacked him on the chest, which had him chuckle against my hair. “I can think of another good reason, why I don’t mind it.” His voice was as cocky as when he was speaking to someone of the team. “We can save a lot of money for not using protection. Save it for a future home, where I can fuck you in every room, on every piece of furniture.”

“You are so full of yourself, Bagman.” I wheezed, a blush creeping up my cheeks.

“Yeah? Maybe I am. But you know what I am thinking right now? I want you to be full of me. I want my cock buried so deep in you, that you are forgetting every man in this world. I want to fuck you, until you see stars. And then I will mark you with my cum. Have it drip out of you perfect pussy, make a mess everywhere I am going to fuck you.” He whispered in my ear, voice low and raspy. He was clearly turned on by what he was saying. “I can take you whenever I want, however I want. Will you let me do that? Fill your pussy with my cum? Please, darling. Let me show you what it means to be my girl, please.”

I clenched my thighs together. His words send shivers down my spine, making me wet again. His cock was pressing hard against my back and I could feel him twitch in anticipation, whenever I moved. Shifting my weight, I lifted my body from his hold straddling his lap. Now I could feel his hard member, rubbing against my core. Just a thin layer of his boxers separating us. Slowly, I rolled my hips, grinding against him. With a loud moan Jake let his head fall back into the cushions, hands instinctively gripping my hips, stopping their movements. “For fucks sake, darlin. You have to stop, before I loose myself.” I kissed his neck, down to his throat. Leaving marks on his skin, that would be definitely visible for the next few days. “But I want you to loose it. I want you to fill me up, Lieutenant.” I whimpered under his ear.

My desperation had him moving. In a split second I was laying underneath him, pinned down to the sofa with one hand, while he shuffled out of his underwear. “If you keep saying such filthy things to me, you will regret, what will come next.” He growled; eyes blown dark. I just giggled. “Maybe that’s what I want…”

[thepocket221]

I have brought you Finn headcanons!

Finn is part French

He even speaks French!

Somtimes he calls you little names in French

Big Hozier fan

Also a Harry Styles fan

Terrible at combat video games but puzzle and indie games he's good at

Hes a mf old man

He crochetes little sweaters for you and him

Also to mention

He dances in the kitchen with you with the record player on <33

Soft snoring boy

Sleep talker also

Hes surprisingly strong Also

Its cuz He lifts flower pots for a living He says

This is canon but he is a very good cook

He knows all of the best small cafes that aren't very known in town

He is very good with kids!

Hes very awkward at first but then if the kid says, "You have very pretty hair, It's like a princesses hair!" He smiles and let's them play with his hair

One time you walked into him and his nieces doing his makeup

*Finn has bright red lipstick on and blue eyeshadow on with one girl doing his hair and the other doing his makeup*

"Oh hi love!"

The girl doing his makeup: "Quit moving and look at me uncle Finn!"

"Oh I'm sorry!

Ig that's one way to end it-

USER 0lliel0vesfr0gs YOU HAVE THE SAME NAME/NICKNAME AS MY LISTENER FOR FINN I SHIT YOU NOT /pos

ALSO THANK YOU FOR THESE😭🤲🤲 THEYRE ALL SO <333

(usually for hc posts i try to have art i’ve made to go along with it BUT I DONT DRAW FINN ENOUGH <//33 well, i do, but it the scribbles don’t look too well (to me at least) so i do not post them <//3 /lh /nm but until i have finn art i’m proud of:

in return, here are some of my finn hcs!!

on the topic of what type of phone games/games in general he would play: he’s a king at sudoku.

crosswords too!!

he’s so smart, i love him dearly <33

maybe he tried a dating sim once but it did not go well for him

other than that, he definitely would play RPGs (and before ANYONE SAYS IT, based on my personal experience, i’d say finn’s more of an animal crossing fan compared to stardew.) and is the type of guy to overthink the choices he’s given in game. he doesn’t look the answer up, but oh boy is it tempting,, “if i go with this option, it will ruin my relationship with this character :(“ babes they’re not real🫶/lhj

storyteller finn however, would love stardew valley. the mystical aspects would be his favorite.

deadass would forget you can date someone bc of the lore.

anywho, back to garden variety💪🫶‼️

BUFF FINN IS SO TRUE ACTUALLY

i would like to believe he has thick thighs

but may i raise you: muscle chub finn.

somehow is seymour AND audrey as far as personality. idk how he does it but oh sweet heart <//33

also imagine him saying the most cryptic stuff when he’s sleeping. like bro are you just saying words or are you plagued with the murder of someone,, /lhj

i’m also a finn hot freaks fan truther🫶🫶 /pos

maybe he can also play piano

“fuck you joint pain!! i do what i want!!” (his ass did NOT take his pain meds and regrets his decision)

in reference to bunny finn, garden variety finn would have a pretty big family. he’s second oldest

the type of fellow to to squint his eyes, move his glasses down slightly, and bend back a little bit to see something someone’s showing him on their phone

also the type of fellow to never wear shorts unless they’re cargo shorts.

also gives him chronic pain bc i have chronic pain😼

decked out his mobility aide with various stickers gifted to him by his little nieces and nephews

in public he uses a cane and a wheeled walker.

doesn’t use one at work (like a silly goose) and regrets it

definitely forgets his braces as well

has especially terrible wrist, knee, and hip pain

ALSO WHAT IF HE CROCHETED LITTLE SWEATERS AND SCARVES FOR HIS LITTLE NEICES AND NEPHEWS TOO

you can’t tell me he wouldn’t spoil them

also goes to all of their recitals, ball games, award ceremonies, plays, literally any and every after school event. he loves those little goobers and wants to support them!!

also embarrasses the shit out of them as well!!

“hey remember when-” “UNCLE FINN, PLEASE NOT NOW OH GOD IT’S MY GRADUATION”

people who crochet are so cool and epic like actually‼️‼️/g /srs

methinks this is canon but he probably doesn’t have a lot of friends; at max he has 2-3.

jack ofc being his bestie

they have sleepovers you can’t change my mind /lhj /nm

who says i can’t make every character autistic?? i’m the nd doing the coding here!! /pos /lhj

could just be me but he definitely has a male/masc preference

GUYUH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I LOVE TALKING ABT HIM TOO ILL DEFINITELY DRAW HIM MORE🫶🫶

okay that’s it, goodbye and stay safe🫡‼️‼️

[jrazz]

Inktober day 19

Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus) X Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Ok sooo, hear me out.

Yesterday, I came across an nsfw medic x reader fanfic. Although I didn't like it in the way the author intended, I still enjoyed reading it because it was interesting, and the reader reminded me so much of Pomni!

Throughout the oneshot, the reader is portrayed as an ainxous individual, absolutely bewildered by the looks, domain, mannerisms, and actions of the medic.

In the amazing digital circus pilot, Pomni is an ainxous individual, absolutely bewildered by the looks, domain, mannerisms, and actions of the Ringleader.

Ya, pickin' up what I'm putin down?

I tried my best when it came to drawing the two. Surprisingly, it turns out I'm actually somewhat good at drawing pomni, which I'm happy about.

Unfortunately, I can't say the same for medic. I especially don't like his face in the pic above. It reminds me of that jelly bean guy from rick and morty and my cringy 2018 baldi headcannon.🤮 very unsettling

Luckily, I'll be able to do digital art again soon, so maybe that will help some? Regardless, I am sick and tired of having to post these grungy ass sketchbook pics.

I know I'll get better at drawing eventually, though. I just gotta keep practicing and studying references.

I'm also gonna try to teach myself how to draw pomni in a style that fits the team fortress 2 style better because litteral noodle limbs don't mix well with tf2 merc muscles in my opinion.

As for the name and author of the fanfic, I dont want to disclose any of that on this post right now because the last thing I want is for the work to get hate.

Anywaaayyy, I really like the idea of pomni x medic. It's cute and silly ship. And I hope this post implants the ship into other people's brains like a parasite!

[puhpandas]

YOOOOOOO I LOVE YOUR ART DJDLM BE LDLDKALCZKSFCJWL

Ahem, sorry. Do you have any tips for drawing for us unfortunately unskilled folks?

LOL thank you so much!!!

and really my only advice is to not get caught up in artstyle crisis and stuff like that. just by drawing you're making art that's yours and no matter how much you want that other person's artstyle you shouldn't try to recreate it. adopting parts of peoples art you like is natural and literally recommended so that's fine. I do it too. but like especially when you're unsure of your art youll look at art you love and wish it was how yours looked and try to copy it. that never ends well and you might as well not do it in the first place

having inspiration is such a huge deal for motivation. not only so you can pump drawings out quicker or something but it just helps you draw and WANT to. you'll have more fun if you have a little collection of drawings you like that just make you feel ready to tackle another drawing

colors can do so much for art. studying other peoples colors or learning RGB (red green blue) can help you out. something I've noticed is that art can look better if you have two main colors and all the other colors compliment one of the hues somehow

this is how I learned but maybe try studying other peoples art. doing that has helped me improve so much as an artist (and also in every other art medium I've tried) and it really can make your progress skyrocket. it might just be the way I learn though so take this with a grain of salt

practice really does matter. just doing a few studies of anatomy or hands or whatever can really really help you out. trying new poses you haven't done before or just polishing the poses you do know can help you get a better understanding of drawing bodies

try to be looser with drawing. this will come when you become more comfortable and have more muscle memory with art but drawing looser can make your art look like it has more movement. messy can sometimes be better

finding your dream brush if you're drawing digitally can really change things immensely. seriously. finding a brush you enjoy using can make or break a drawing session and i mean it. like I use trying a new brush as a way to fix things if I'm drawing and having trouble and it always works. just mess around and find one you like and it can help you a ton

just keep trying and dont give up. I know its corny but this is some real advice I'm about to say. there isnt really a day where art will just click for you and make sense but someday you'll get to a point where you're happy and content with where you are and truly it's only up from there. when you're an artist a lot of artists will mention a 'zone' they enter when they draw/write/etc. this zone is a result of everything you've learned and all the experience you have coming together subconsciously at once while you draw. when you arent in that zone everything will seem more intimidating. but what I mean is that zone will only exist if you keep trying and practicing and experimenting.

final piece of advice is dont stress. if you enjoy art no matter what it looks like it's more important that you're having fun. have fun WHILE you improve. dont be miserable and only think "oh once I get good I'll be having fun". there truly is great experience from when you're in the learning stage and it's great to love it as it's happening and love it when you improve later too

and for the internet posting artists: dont let likes or comments or whatever determine how valuable you see your art as. even if you dont get the attention or love you want keep in mind theres ALWAYS someone out there who will appreciate it. and I'm not just saying that either

[nidailylife]

2.10.2023.

Been gone from this daily life blog and Instagram for a long time.

I caught Covid near the end of December. Then i got my whole house sick, because i was so sure it couldn't possibly be covid.😰 My symptoms started while walking in my large backyard with a mask on. How could it be covid?!? It had to be that pms flu some people get. But then the rest of my family got sick, we got tested, and---BAM. Covid. From the freaking backyard. With no neighbors around. While wearing a mask.😵

Fortunately, we're all covid negative now, though we're all still coughing. The doctors say that'll last 2 months. We had to postpone our family's Japan trip again, for the 4th(?) year. But that gives me more time to do my taxes.

Good thing too, because i got sick AGAIN. I've been getting an unusual amount of hives since 2020. (Maybe my "cold" that winter was also covid?) So i didn't realize anything unusual about a bump in January, until it didn't disappear like hives. Clearly now, it was a bug bite. Then it got bigger. Turned dark colors. Filled with puss. Burst like a giant pimple; now an open wound. I was getting chills and fevers, while dealing with an open wound on my butt. Being unable to sit, i couldn't do anything but lie in bed, and endure my fevers. And when i realized my sickness was because this bug bite was infected (and not just another instance of my history of becoming sick from getting too cold), i was still not well enough to think about a trip to the doctor. When the fevers left, being unable to sit meant i couldn't do anything. I couldn't draw, do photography, write, work on my laptop, etc. And while still recovering my strength, i didn't have the stamina to stand or go on walks. Whatever stamina i did have, went to recooking food on the stove, because our microwave has been broken for a while. I really miss having a microwave when you're too tired to stand.😭 When i finally got some energy back, all i could do was browse social media on my phone. And since Instagram posts usually take an activity on my part to document, i just had nothing to post.

I'm much better now, and my open wound only has around 1cm left of gap in my skin to close up. I can sit again, even for most of the day, and DO things.😄

I got my laptop taken in for repair, with 22 days of warranty left to spare. 🎊 The service even called me tonight to say i could pick it up on Monday.👍✨️

I got my city business tax e-filed, WEEKS earlier than i have in years. All because i didn't know how long my laptop repair would take, so i tried to get all my important computer stuff done before i sent it for fixing.

But what i haven't done is walk outside again. Frankly, I'm kind of afraid to. After my last 2 walks, i got an infected bug bite. During each of my 2 walks before that, i caught Covid. Maybe I'll be ok with walking outside again in 2 months or so. But my open wound is still trying to close and i don't want to take away its energy to heal. Early into this bug bite, i tried to walk, and my whole muscular tissue around that area was actually sore. I shouldn't have powered thru it. Now I'm going to give it more rest than ever. So i may not do daily walks again (or even go outside unnecessarily) for a couple months.

Other thing i haven't done in too long is draw. I forgot how hard it is for me to start again. Some artists say the necessity of daily practice is a myth. But for me, it's a must. I have no more confidence or even muscle memory about drawing anything.😭 I cant get the ideas out of my head, out thru my hand/pen, and onto paper!😭 Feels like a literal block between my brain and my hand.🥺 I need to admit for real this time that Creatury does not work for me. That January drawing challenge does not motivate me to draw. Then i fall off my daily drawing practice, and look where i am.😓 Every December, i burn out from consecutive months of drawing challenges: Smaugust, OTPtember, Inktober, Huevember. I need my January drawing challenge to be simple to pick up. One year, i sketched backyard flowers everyday for January. I should have done that again. Referential sketches don't take any thought, and with the end result, being able to emulate realism boosts my confidence. And because the sketches are based on my own photos, i can use them to make merch.👍 So from now on, daily flower sketches, every January.

Right now, I'm 10 days into February and haven't even started the Faebruary drawing challenge. One of my favorites, and I'm letting it fly by me.😓 This happens every year that i cant pick back up with my daily drawings in January.😖💧💧💧💧💧

On the bright side, i started learning how to crochet a belt cord. Which is something I've needed to be able to make for years. But it hurts my hand so much, I'm thinking of just sewing belts out of tougher fabrics instead.😜

This is my first time journaling in days, since my laptop has been off for repairs (and my hands don't have the stamina to write by hand for long anymore). I realize this has been a long post, but I just needed to catch up. 📝

Grateful to my cells for working so hard lately.

I've been sick lately, and am still fighting off several lingering effects. But I'm so thankful to my hard working cells, while watching them progress in closing up my open wound and gradually fight back my post Covid cough.

2.10.2023. Figure Friday.

Nendoroid White Blood Cell (Neutrophil), Red Blood Cell, and Platelet.

Plushies from Monster Pet Shop and GIANT Microbes by Drew Oliver.

Scrapbook paper

[ponkekingdom]

Do you have any tips on how to improve? I’ve tried to draw panels from the silver eyes graphic novel but I feel like they could be better

Well personally I think those drawings a great! Especially the facial expressions. One thing I'd say needs more improvement is anatomy. I can't stress this enough but anatomy and its fluidity is a major thing for me. If I find my characters look stiff im always thinking 'is this not flowing nicely? are the arms expressive? Do I need to change the torso to look more boisterous? All those descriptive terms come underneath anatomical fluidity.

They don't need to be anatomically accurate otherwise drawings come out stiff so thats why I say fluidity and making ligaments look bendy and flowy are better.

I know I haven't progressed much in my work as I would like to but it is important to study the basics of anatomy (which could be analysing photographed poses, looking up free tutorials on muscle flexing and where muscles should be).

On of my most favoured tutorials that stuck with me was the 'How to draw the torso: front view' one from: https://www.howtodrawcomics.net/post/how-to-draw-the-torso-front-view

I also recommend using that fluidity in your brush strokes. Before I start drawing I usually warm up by creating wavy and rounded lines, only because I know I'll use it to make those flowing poses.

ALSO dont be scared to use fast and quick strokes! Don't waste your time making a line look straight, just go BAM done even if it looks wonky. You'll soon get the hang of it. Like training the muscles in your hand.

ALSO also, I use more than one stroke to define other strokes, for example:

It just looks better and bolder. Use this liberally throughout your pieces because otherwise you'll have something like this lol:

Which is just too bold and messy.

Now...I see you've drawn on paper and I haven't touched paper or pencils since forever. Which means my constant clicking of the redo button certainly helps whenever I dont like the way a line looks in my drawing. (Might be the reason why I switch from paper to digital because redo = god mode of art) so refrain from rubbing out too much. Train your brain to see and get used to flaws.

I'm not a professional and boy was it hard to dig into my brain to find out why I draw the way I draw but I hope that this can help you!

[luvsicksubs]

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sweethearts - bakugo katsuki 

wc: 1.6k 

cw: pegging / anal fingering, degradation, dacryphilia, sub!space, dom!reader (afab but i dont think there’s anything gendered?), using the word cunt for bakugo,  pro-hero!bakugo, and a lot of super fluffy aftercare at the end. 

“Y-you’re so — hic — so fuckin’ mean,” 

Your laugh is warm - too warm for something like this. With Bakugos face pressed firmly into your shoulder, strong arms wrapped around your neck - your laughter feels cruel. It sounds sweet but Bakugo knows better than to fall for it - aware of the irony in his words as your hands grip the meat of his thighs. Your fingers are bruising as they hold onto the muscle, legs lifted and wrapped your back with his calves twitching and trembling. 

You’re trying to hold in your amusement - refocusing your eyes on Bakugo in this state. Your favorite pro-hero’s expression, normally so stoic and cold now broken. Skin flushed red from the tips of his ears down to his chest - warmth running down his back in waves. He’s sobbing poor thing, nails scratching up your back without remorse.  

In an effort to get him to show some submission, you pull out full-stop. Bakugo gasps at the emptiness, whimpering as your heavy eyes watch his hole tremble. So pretty and so desperate, the feeling of hot plastic is replaced with strong hands - angular and plunging. You lay him on his back and lean back yourself, your fingers teasing and prodding the sensitive ring of muscle. It’s sore, red and puckered from exhaustion - stretches all too easily around your thin fingers. 

But it’s more precise this way, Bakugo realizes in half-terror and half-lust - eyes flickering down to your middle and and ring fingering scissoring him open. Not a tight fit by any means but Bakugo clamps down on you anyway. You laugh at him, can’t help yourself as your hand presses down on his belly. 

“You’re so mouthy, aren’tcha brat?,” you tease, pressing a kiss to the calf at your face, resting your cheek on it as you position Bakugos hips up using a pillow. His cock weeps pathetically onto the muscle of his stomach, red and burning and aching. Everything in him feels warn out and he can’t do anything but sob - not a thought running through his mind other than missing having you inside. 

“So damn disobedient but this always shuts you right the fuck up, doesn’t it baby?,” and the question is rhetorical - always is. Your fingers are angled directly at his prostate so perfectly, practically milking the orgasms out of his body with only one hand. Everything is too much. 

“Too much - ‘s too much, fuck,”  

He’s thrashing, arms desperately clawing into the sheets for life as you easily work another orgasm out of him like this. He’s lost count, doesn’t even care to know as he feels your other hand simply brush against his sore cock. He can’t breath, half choking out a sob as his body floods to weakly spurt out a thin stream of cum, if you could even call it that. 

“See? Didn’t talk back even one time right there, did you?,” and your hands, cruel as ever - draw a line in the cum that coats his stomach and the sheets. He shivers, eyes welling up with tears of shame.  

“This is the only way pretty boys like you know how to cum right?,” you ask, hand landing on his and leaving another familiar print in your wake. The pain jolts him awake, makes him drool. 

“Like your body was made for me to fuck ‘n use like a little toy, right Katsuki? Pretty little hole you got is begging to get fucked all over again,” 

“I don’ like it, swear I don’t, swear  — fuck,” 

You grin - so much spitfire in your sweet brat. You take pleasure in pulling your fingers out and thrusting them right back in, massaging his g-spot with intensity in your gaze. His eyes shoot open, frantically searching for your face in pure need before seeing your feral expression and swallowing. 

“Liar. You love it when I use you.  So pretty and perfect like this,” 

You lean up, the weight of your body pressed against his - lubed plastic cock grinding hard against his own. He bites his lip hard enough for it to swell moments after, arms desperately coming around your body for support as he loses strength. Fuckfuckfuck. 

“Tell me you love it - tell me how much you love when I ruin this pretty lil cunt baby,” 

Bakugo swallows a heavy breath as his body tightens up. Your hands feel good but it’s not enough, he knows he needs more. His body trembles, throat hoarse as he sobs and sniffles into your chest. Bruises and hickies blooming all over his skin create a hazy buzz in his head as panicked eyes find yours - gasping as he desperately tries to find his voice. A hand wrapped around his throat has him shaking violently. 

“I love it — hic — fuck.. fuck me already,” he chokes out the words between sobs, fat tears sliding down his face and onto the sheets as his hands lock around your shoulders - desperately searching for reprieve. His ass is grinding against the strap even more eagerly than before, cock almost limp and making a wet noise as it moves against his belly. 

The tip of your cock presses right against his hole, and you grin. A hand around his throat, another pressed on his stomach - you lean low. Teeth catching his ear lobe, you whisper. 

“Say please, Katsuki.” 

“Fuck, please!,” 

Like something had been triggered in you, you immediately pull-back and slam back in one fluid motion. Bakugo cries out - moans so brokenly in a silent scream as you set a violent pace. He uses his hands to hold his legs up, afraid of what’ll happen if he doesn’t as you jackhammer him into the bed. The mattress ricochets off your every movement - headboard banging loudly against the walls. But Bakugo’s voice is louder, lewd and desperately croaking about how fucking good it all feels. His cock stands to attention again - and the pleasure drowns out the blurry pains of overstimulation like a drug. You grit your teeth as the friction of the strap grinds against your clit. 

Your hand pumps Bakugo’s cock furiously as you fuck him, and Bakugo has given up on doing anything but repeating your name like a prayer. His incantations send shivers up your spine as you grunt into his ear - your own orgasm mere seconds away. 

“One more yeah? Give me one fuckin’ more - be a good little cumslut for me and give me one more baby,” 

“Oh, god,” 

Almost in tandem, you reach your orgasm only seconds after your boyfriend reaches his. You nearly choke at how hard you cum, lungs burning as pleasure curls through your body and you’re groaning into neck. Panting desperately, you lift your head-up to meet Bakugos with a soft smile

You kiss his jaw softly, smiling. 

“You did so well baby,” you hum against his throat, brushing his hair back. 

“Let’s get you fixed up,” 

__

[ after-care ] 

You would argue this is the best part. After fucking the daylights out of your bratty boyfriend - he’s half-way there as you kiss and massage his body. He’s pliant, dizzy - somewhat gaining his consciousness. He can only half-find it in himself to argue with you as you take care of him. He succumbs to your touch and silently plants himself in your lap or otherwise as you do. In the bath, he spent ample time having you hold him and scratch his scalp as you wash it. 

When he wanted kisses, he simply looks up at you - vermilion eyes catching light as you laugh lightly and kiss whatevers closest. He only closes his eyes against when he’s satisfied with it. The warm water helps him feel steady, relaxing into the water. 

You dry his hair off in the bathroom before transpiring back to your bedroom - where Bakugo curls up exhaustedly in the corner as you fix up the sheets and get him to lay down. 

You talk idly as you rub lotion down his body - watching his eyes flutter close. Your hands go over all the marks, bruises, bites and scratches with soft kisses before paying special attention to them. For the first time since you’ve finished, you get a sentence out of him. 

“You’re a demon,” he slurrs. You can’t help but break out into a laugh, you hands squeezing his pecks before bending down to kiss him. A glass of water by the bed-side prompts him to sit up and drink before leaning against the frame. 

“Nice to see you, baby,” you joke. You grown serious just as fast, sitting between his legs with his face in your hands - observing him. 

“How do you feel, angel?,” 

His eyes flutter open - sleepy and full of vulnerable adoration. You’ve fucked the fight out of him, literally so he’s in no place to deny your affection. He yawns. 

“‘s fine, stupid. ‘m okay. Are you?,” 

Your heart flutters. Sometimes he reminds you in little ways like this that this goes both ways. You nod, hold one of his hands in yours. 

“I’m fine. Worried I was too rough on you, or too mean,” 

He scoffs, almost offended. 

“Who’dya take me for,” comes his reply. You laugh, softly placing his forehead against his - shrugging. 

“Right, right,” you hum, leaning forward to kiss him deep and slow. Everything is still, slow and perfect. He opens his eyes, overcome by his own emotions and hugs you tiredly. 

“Love you, dumbass,” he chokes. You yawn as he clings to you, kissing the crown of his head. 

“I love you too, Katsuki,” 

 ꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎

[moxfirefly]

Ssssooooo I'm gonna keep the "only one bed" trope train and ask for it with maybe Heisenberg? I know you're obsessed with him dont even deny it uwu

*vibrates excitedly* oh BOY!!!!! Thank you Dia, you always gimme the prompts my little heart wants. Shout out to @akumaalert I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to include Karl’s powers being on the fritz due to, sensations, and that wouldn’t be possible if it weren’t for your brilliance!

I’m going off the friggin rails here so,

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

There was a voice in the back of your head that sounded too much like your mother.

It kept yelling at you that this was unsavory, that this wasn’t modest of you and your teachings. Who were you to lie with a man? A man you weren’t bound to, a Lord on top of it. All those sinful talks in the big black book circled your mind like vultures.

But he had offered, no?

It was pouring out after all, a big bad storm complete with thunder and gusts of wind that would’ve blown you away probably.

The nature of this friendship? Complicated, very very complicated. You had racked your brain over it as you had buttoned up one of his shirts and climbed into his bed just as another clap of thunder sounded. It made you scurry, somewhat not as elegantly as you may have liked but nevertheless it didn’t stop him from laughing at you.

For such a large factory it only housed one bedroom which just so happened to be his own. He had every intention of sleeping somewhere else, some way, but you had insisted that it wasn’t fair. The storm wasn’t his fault or your own, the living accommodations weren’t either.

So here you were.

In bed with Karl Heisenberg.

Falling a sleep had proven quite difficult, the insistent slide of pencil on paper, the storm and its monstrous sounds. There was a distant revving of something you couldn’t quite name.

You turned to face Heisenberg with every intention of passing the time.

Or at least to help yourself to ogling him.

Your mother voice rang again.

Unsavory, so unsavory.

But he was there, shirtless, sturdy, muscle in his arms and missing those damned shades for once. Whatever he was scribbling had his undivided attention, as you snuck a glance you saw drawings instead of words.

He could draw?

Rather good too.

“What is that?” You tried to lift your gaze but a large hand fell on the page to obscure your snooping. “Nothing, just ideas” He flipped the page, the white of it begging for ink.

“My apologies… I didn’t know you could draw though” He could still see curiosity adorned in your gaze, a noticeable silence falling as your stared up at him. You wanted something, that’s all he could tell.

“…What do you want me to draw?” He huffed out, even if you excitedly sat up in bed and rested against the headboard with a big smile. “Hmm, surprise me or maybe draw me?” You chuckled but went quiet when you watched him scoot down to the end of the bed onto his side. He flipped open the note book again and squinted at you.

“How opposed are you to taking your clothes off?” He smirked and in turn you rolled your eyes.

“Depends, let’s see how well you draw me first” You shot back with every intent of dishing out what he was. Heisenberg chuckled before picking up the pen to start on the newest blank page. “You better keep your mouth shut about this, don’t want villagers lining up to get my works of art” His movements seemed almost mechanical, eyes occasionally lifting to meet you as he did. “There’s enough pictures of your mother in everyone’s homes, hm?” You watched his eyes roll again but he remained silent, he stole another glance at you, eyes roaming your chest now.

Something about that made your skin warm, a nice blush found itself onto your cheeks.

“You draw everyone woman you get into bed?” You asked rather quietly, the small pin prick of jealousy manifesting in your fingertips.

“No, much to your surprise I don’t have all the women of this village in here for sleepovers” His gaze fell to your now exposed legs and the urge to cover them increased but he was quick to tap the end of his pen on your approaching hands. “Stop moving,” He returned to the notebook with a concentrated chew on the inside of his cheeks. The strands of silvery hair fell in front of his eyes and you wished that maybe you too possessed the ability to draw and capture him.

He was handsome.

Those pesky sinful thoughts found you again and with that came the urge to do something about it.

“You better fucking like it, this is reserved for projects after all” He let the pen rest on the bed and flipped the note book towards you.

Your eyes went wide.

It was a sketch, not polished but there in the scribbly lines of black was your face and your body. The messy details perfectly representing you. Your drawn eyes stood out to you, the slight fall of his shirt on your shoulder stood out to you, the way he took more time to detail your legs stood out to you.

“Is that stunned silence? It’s shit isn’t it?” He glared at the page, eyeing up all its faults but you were quick to move and shake your head. “It’s not shit! I’m just- Karl this is beautiful, you’re talented” You observed the image again, a small crinkle at the corners of your mouth.

“I’d ask to keep it but-“ He took the notebook back, not relenting even as you pouted. “Nope, I like this, all I usually have on here is ugly inventions” And corpses, he obviously left that out. He continued to admire the drawing before he grinned, letting hazel eyes fall on you from above the notebook. “Well?” He simply asked and you knew.

“Might come back here for the nude study if you’re going to make me look this nice” You shamelessly flirted back. Heisenberg laughed, a true sound with not ill intentions. “Well I’m sure arrangements can be made” He closed the note book but his eyes soon found your own, close enough that he could smell the oils that had touched your skin this evening. With a bite to your lower lip and a steadying beat of your heart you leaned in close to him. Heisenberg’s lips pursed momentarily, the anticipation of your lips coming down on his own making something electric pulse inside of him.

But you stopped, an inch away from his lips.

His brows furrowed at being denied and that fact that you found that so endearing made you muffle a laugh between your tight lip smile.

Of course, he had to make you shudder, rub his knuckles across your cheek and dig his fingers into he back of your head. “What, pup?” His voice was barely a whisper, the sounds vibrating against your bottom lip and chin. The gentle nudge to close the distance left you breathless.

His lips were surprisingly soft, the scar noticeable against your lips but the bumpy tissue only served to make you melt against him. It was short, several gentle touches that made you shiver as you felt his nails scratch into your scalp.

Pressing your forehead to his own you sighed, want was there and he could feel it, taste it against your lips, feel it in the shiver on your flesh. A small zap hit your skin and the small yelp that escaped you only served to make him chuckle. “Did you just- was that electricity?” Your skin felt prickly suddenly, he only grinned more like a mad dog. Heisenberg wrapped an arm around your waist and yanked you beneath him, the series of shrieks you let out only making him laugh more. “You can be such a beast” They way your hands landed on his bare chest to smack him was short lived.

Some retaliation was to be had. So you scratched your nails down his body before landing on his waist. The tremble of his arms as he held himself above you made you smile. With a gentle nudge of your knee you trapped him in between your legs, pulling him down onto you by his waist. He huffed, hair falling and obscuring his heated gaze. It was instinct, to wrap your arms around him and feel his so warm and soft and strong against you. The scratchiness of his beard was felt at your neck, along with that his teeth meeting warm skin.

He sucked a bruise onto your neck with a roll of his hips.

“Do you want me?” He grumbled against your pulse, tongue soothing the bruise.

You nodded, digging your nails into his waist before dragging them up his back.

“No, no, pup” He nosed your ear, teeth finding your lobe with a gentle tug. “I need to hear it, use your words” It was almost a purr, enough to goosebump your skin and lift your hips.

“Want you, want you so much, please…” You exposed your neck more for him, felt his lips find your throat. “Good pup” His hands found the neck of the shirt and with one fluid motion you heard and felt all the buttons pop off. He pulled it apart to reveal your chest, he hummed at the sight before him. “Now I should draw this some day” His grin made your cheeks flush again, even more so when he pressed his face against your chest, a rub of his cheek scratching your soft skin.

Lips pressed, tongue drawing patterns as you muffled a whine and grabbed his hair and gave it a gentle tug. “Ka-oh god!” A particular hard bite at your ribs made you grip silver locks with more intention. He groaned at the rough handling of his hair, the strain on his neck as you tugged hard enough that he could see your pupils blown wide for him.

When Heisenberg leaned back, allowed space between both your heated skins, you ached.

Visibly ached.

You followed those talented scarred hands to the front of his trousers, watched as he unbuttoned them slowly. But you couldn’t stay away too long, fingers itched to feel him, to touch every part of him and find out what made him tick. You unrolled what was left of your his shirt and tossed it somewhere off the bed. When he saw your hands go between your legs he palmed himself at the sight of it.

“You want your hand, mhm? Or would you much rather prefer my cock?” He emphasized with a tight squeeze of his hardened length and wordless you replied by removing your hand and reaching for him once more. Ever the asshole, he gripped your hand away and raised his brows, he wanted those verbal answers.

Bastard.

“Your cock, please” Intertwining your fingers with his own you gently brought him back down to you for a long and sensual kiss. Against those lips you whispered, “Inside, want you inside now” just as another clap of thunder hit.

There were more clothes gone, scattered across the room unwanted and unneeded. Heisenberg had every intention of feeling you come apart around him when he entered you slowly. Each hiccuped whine shooting your arms more tightly around him, pressing him down closer to you. The heat he was already exuding was making you break out in a sweat, you felt his hands slide beneath you with a groan the further his slid into you.

He was buried to the hilt, tight heat so perfect he growl against the bruised flesh of your neck. “Fucking good little pup, taking me so good” His filthy words fell against your ear, short but pronounced thrusts making you dig your nails onto his back. “Yesss, don’t be afraid, don’t break so easily baby” Heisenberg leaned his head as far as he could to catch your gaze in all its lust blown glory. He kissed you again, more ferocity, more purpose, all tongues and teeth and demanding bites. The heels of your feet rested at his back side encouraging him deep into you with every thrust he delivered.

Being at the end of the bed doing this felt weirdly interesting, each thrust he gave you made the bed creak, lean away from the wall just a bit, it’s increasing squeak joining the chorus of the storm.

When you dragged your nails down his back, right towards his rear and gripped and moaned loud enough to have him shake, you saw something lift from the corner of your eye. You eyes squinted at the spoon suddenly mid air, you weren’t unaware of his gifts but why was he-

You train of thought was lost to you when he angled his thrusts just the right way to hit your sweetest of spots, every possible question was being tried and language had fallen at the bottom of your list of abilities. You arched into him, neck on display for his teeth to once again find, that tight hold on his rear remained and he seemed to really enjoy it by the sounds and sensations of his heated grunts. “Puppyyy, such a good pup, could stay buried in this hole all week” Oh you would let him, you wanted him in fact, why go back to the village, you’d rather put your days on this bed.

No matter how many dangerous items kept floating about, no matter how his skin felt almost electric as he thrusted into you more feverishly, this is what you wanted.

You wanted him.

“Then do it, oh god just do it please!” He hooked his arms beneath your knees and locked you beneath him either every intention of making your moans louder than the rain. Heisenberg unceremoniously pounded you, every hit making your toes curl and your voice choke up. “Gonna fuck a mess into you, you want it? Mhm?” Dangerous dangerous dangerous!

But you did.

Whimpered a series of broken yes yes yes, at his ear. The bruising hold proved necessarily, you felt your legs shake and stiffen all at once, heard several things sort of just go pop! It dawned on you that it had been the lights but that couldn’t have been the storm-

Your orgasm snuck up on you, quite literally hit you smack in the gut with Heisenberg at his tail end as well, it must’ve been seconds apart from one another. He moaned right against your ear, hips drilling into you with every intention of making you lose your god damn mind. Several objects clattered around you, startling you and in the process making you hold onto him.

His amused chuckle came out in breathless pants, the now darkened room only having a lone candle as the source of light. He gave your hip a gentle tap, “It’s okay, just shit that happens” He sounded somewhat sheepish as you both still panted. You reached up and cupped his sweaty cheek, fingers mapping a crias crossed scar. Here in the dimly lit room he still managed to be the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

You wanted him again.

Wanted all the madness that came with him.

You pulled him down again to show him just that as you kissed him.

[decarabiandivorce]

Okayyyy so!

Sprite here is an artist from <Redacted > . As an art person, they have the habit of drawing their hometown / the outfits people wore. Its on pure instinct and muscle memory- much like Sif keeping physical memories like the mumbling. There is no conscious thought being put into most of their drawings- they just Draw.

Now be King, hes collecting all he can on <Redacted> and as he passes by a toen he just. Sees it. He can't put it into words, but the painting a person is selling in the midst of a market is of his homeland.

He asks about it, and learns where the seller got it. Described as not speaking much nor putting much Craft into making the paintings move, there are sections that seems to be darker than dark. Sections that are lighter than light. And everytime King tries to think of <Redacted>, the paintings seem... different. As if there was something else about it (no longer greyscale but monochrome) (like how seeing red is linked to saying the name)

He's like "okay this art person Definitely knows my home" and pretends to be a commissioner in order to find their studio. He asks, while Sprite is drawing a very very very vague commission, some questions and they are both annoyed by the other.

Sprite: why's this guy such a.... at least tell me what you are thinking of? Dont give me key words- im not a catalog

King: DOSE THIS PERSON REMEMBER? YES OR NO????

He watches as Sprite draws silhouettes that look so close to what he feels like he remembers. Sprite can't say the words for what these clothing styles are like, but this is the biggest concrete proof that King has had in years. He is so emotionally unstable </3

They become sorta freinds? A bit more than just commissioner and commissionee.

King is ecstatic and is yapping so much about their homeland. Sprite is like "hm...." <- started zoning in and out.

King: *types 20 paragraphs of lore hes starting to remember because of Sprite*

Sprite: (i aint reading all that) *skims it*

Slowly, they start hanging out as "partners" cause its so much easier to say than just friends. Absolute fools who have no clue how romance works and presume the other was the one who asked them out and they just forgor. Sprite thinks they could have been dating since that one couples night discount hang out at the park, but isn't bringing it up since they dont want to admit anything. King is meanwhile making spreedsheets trying to figure out when their anniversary Could be by looking the amount (and frequency) of gifts that Sprite likes given.

Anyways big angst point when Sprite draws a countryside of the island, feels unhappy about it, and just paints over it. Sprite is like " hm okay" but King is like "we could have preserved it!!!" Cue Sprite going "Its fine?"

Something something, art being hidden behind glass barriers as a metaphor and King going "I wish everything was untouchable and such"

Sprite: brain empty. Got to draw someone in a poncho with white hair looking 3/4ths left.

King: brain full. Got to fill it more. Cant forget cant forget need to remember REMEMBER REMEMBER-

Post game fic idea where Mirabelle gets a notification while the gang are walking Bonnie home that a whole city had still been stuck in time and they try to find the source of what's going on. Cue them finding the first timestuck spell that King ever casted and going "huh wow the people in these paintings look like Sif"

"Lol what if you two are related?"

Sprite, getting unstuck, "Nah. Our homeland was just isolated a lot. This country is pretty diverse... I don't remember practically anything but I know Sif looks like at least a handful or cousins of mine. Cant for the life of me draw them, but I just know it."

Sif: 🥺

Bestieeeeeee

Be me

Think of isat oc that could see color (an artist)

Makes them from The Island cause I think it would be funny

Oh! What if they are pals with King before the whole ordeal

...

Divorce?

...

OH MY GOD WAIT IM JUST REINVENTING DECARABIAN AND AMOS

😔😔😔

"divorce?"

ah yes, user decarabiandivorce has made decarabian divorce yet again 😔

[a03bkdk]

fantasy bkdk fic rec list

a certain kind of magic by eatdirt

((4590-1/1))

“Forgive me, kind witch! I—I do not wish to disturb you, but I’m afraid it's urgent!"

Katsuki will later blame his bewilderment that anyone—let alone a human boy in filthy rags—would drag themselves all the way out to his home on the outskirts of civilization, for why he stalks down the stairs and cracks open the door.

“Are you a fucking idiot?” he growls.

Or, the one where Katsuki is a witch in a weed-infested swamp and Deku won’t stop coming around.

the shrinekeeper and the harvest god by bkdkwritingsdump

((smut-30148-18/18))

Izuku keeps the shrine of the harvest god, a minor god mostly worshiped by farmers and ignored by everyone else until the yearly harvest festival. During a spring thunderstorm one year, a mysterious man named Katsuki shows up at his shrine seeking shelter from the rain, but ends up over staying his welcome by a few months. In that time, Izuku not only begins to become suspicious of his identity, but finds himself longing for something more between them.

cupid, draw back your bow by almasaga

((i dont remember if there is smut-16496-2/2))

Cupid remembers the oath he took, remembers the broken arrow, remembers the wrath of his mother and goddess, remembers his roots, remembers that he is a god.

But when he hears him he forgets it all.

“Are you there still?” Asks a voice, clear and never wrong. The only voice he wishes to hear.

“Always,” he says and it blows through his beloved.

solar by kindaopps

((smut-7037-1/1))

Here he is, a god, wanting a mortal.

deku by mirachadoodles

((smut-20852-9/9))

Neither seemed willing to look away in the tense silence that fell, drawn to one another as if by a thick and brilliant thread.

The boy viewed him thoughtfully, as though he recognized him from another life, as though he knew him.

It was odd—he felt the same way.

---

Or, shortly after Katsuki's dragon went missing, a naked man attempted to break into his family barn. Izuku had no memory of his past life, and apparently had no idea how to be human, either. He was just acting on instinct.

a cat named deku by  silentsongbird

((6662-1/1))

Bakugou begrudgingly takes in a stray cat that has been hanging around his home. He says he's motivated by the weather turning colder, but he just can't resist the little fur ball. One night, Deku decides to let him in on a little secret.

if the stars align, then for us they were meant by runawaydeviant

((smut-17485-6/6))

Katsuki and Eijirou crash land in a forest to the south of their homeland. Injured and stranded, they befriend a local nature spirit, who is much more than he first appears to be.

soulmates in steel and (p 2)mine is yours by lalazee

((3000-1/1)) (p 2(smut-2509-1/1))

Midoriya Izuku returns to a tribe long lost and forgotten to claim his rightful throne. At least, that's what King Katsuki assumes of him.

(p 2) One large, calloused hand spread sparks down Izuku’s chest, ribs, rested at his lightly bruised hip. Izuku knew fingerprints still remained from last time, and the last, and the time after that. He felt more like a dappled deer now, all those spots smattered across his thighs, ass, hips, wrists. King Katsuki was certainly a man who marked his territory.

but the entrails are the best part! by supercrunch

((15278-1/1))

The boy straightens up. He’s about half a head shorter than Katsuki, face soft and youthful and sweet. He turns to look at him properly. His dark hair shines in the dying light, basket of blooms looped over one arm and mouth quirked into a tiny half-smile. The sun hits his face and makes his eyes a bright greeny-gold, just like emeralds.

Katsuki likes emeralds.

“Pretty,” he says, reaching out and picking the stranger up around the middle. He’s surprisingly heavy, although Katsuki doesn’t mind. “I like you. Come see my nest.”

The boy hits him.

He’s stronger than he looks, turns out. Katsuki drops him and falls onto his back, pain blooming across his face. Birds sing. The sky’s a lovely shade of orange, clouds floating lazily by. The boy scarpers. He leaves his basket of flowers behind, footsteps thumping on the ground and fading away as he escapes.

The sun sets. Katsuki, lying flat on his back with a bloody nose, decides he’s just fallen in love.

happenstance by merrywetherweather

((78566-22/22))

When Katsuki was just a child, his mother, the King of Lucia, took him to enact diplomacy with the Midoriya's, the royal family of the neighboring country of Tayloria. After that day, his fate was sealed, his marriage arranged to the Midoriya's elusive omegan child.

At the age of twenty, he leaves for Tayloria again, this time, to finally wed his fiance and cement the allyship of the two kingdoms indefinitely. Only, his fiance turns out to be the child he had met on his very first visit, a naive, idealistic young prince who wants nothing to do with marrying the prince of Lucia.

Good thing he just assumed Katsuki was only part of his fiance's entourage.

An arranged marriage between two princes aob au where Katsuki tries to abide by Izuku's desire for a natural romance to develop without letting Izuku know his true identity.

plums by Ivillpunchyouinthethroat

((14116-3/3))

There’s a boy stealing plums from the garden below the balcony Katsuki’s lounging at for the night.

Correction.

There’s a boy stealing plums, very badly, from the garden below the balcony Katsuki’s lounging at for the night.

mermaid AU breathe In by contrarybee

((series-smut-3 works-45236 in all))

Midoryia Izuku was born in captivity. He's never known the ocean.

His human carer Yagi-san tells him they're getting a new merman in the aquarium, one that they hope Izuku might like. Having been alone since his mother's death, Izuku is beyond excited to have a new mer around, but Bakugo Katsuki might prove to be too much. Or maybe he's just right.

fishy by warschach

((smut-19417-1/1))

Izuku’s convinced his hot co-worker/neighbor, Katsuki, is a mermaid-or merman- you gotta consider genders even with mythical creatures- and plans to prove it.

(or this is kinda like the show ‘Monster Quest’, except Izuku actually finds said monster, falls in love, and have sexy times.)

home is where the waves crash. by tiredwrites

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Izuku thrashes in his cage, the fins that line his large tail flare with a dangerous purpose. The claws his fingers taper into slice through the water and catch the light that filters into the clear water of the aquarium tank he's in.

His gills flare in irritation as he flips around, muscled tail ramming into the three-inch glass barrier with a thundering BAM!

Bioluminescent sacs under clear scales flare and glow, flashing a brilliant toxic green. The team that had brought the merman into the tank watch the mer flail and roar, flexing the powerful jaws that can often unhinge, like a snake.

only the roses know by katyastark

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Izuku didn’t want to marry a foreigner. The person he wanted was here… somewhere. He didn’t have a face or a name to ascribe to his admirer. Only roses. For every name day and holiday since he was thirteen, he had received a perfect orange rose. He’d never seen anything so beautiful. The roses never failed to make him feel doted upon. It was their secret, and Izuku cherished it more than anything else in the world. He didn’t want to give that up for some stranger, for an alliance through a loveless marriage.

torn fur, blunt teeth by scribespirare

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After eight months of being collared, Izuku is finally free. But a dark, stormy city is no place for a lonely shapeshifter on the run.

ignorance leads to bliss by nikawithspice

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A brave wandering adventurer swoops in and saves a beautiful prince from danger, gets dragged to a celebratory bonfire and has a night that he could only have dreamed of!

Or, the one in which Midoriya Izuku accidentally gets married to a Dragon Prince but wouldn't have it any other way.