#pretty boy losers

[m4ngey]

These idiots are making me draw fanart again for the first time in who knows. Also inspired by the “IM CRAZY IM CRAZY IM CRAZY I’m normal again I’m so normal” post that I can’t find or I’d link it smh

[bratlikekim]

pixels make you weak 😂😂😂

[linktothefags]

Warning: Assumes reader is male and/or likes the word boy used on them

Hey, you!

Yes, you, the boy reading this post.

You're really cute and pretty and handsome and I don't think you get enough attention for it.

You're doing great keep it up

[keferon]

Isn’t Vortex a fucking torture freak tho? 👀👀👀

Yep. He is. He is a lot of things actually. The more you learn about him the more fucked up it gets

[nutler--kleinja]

i love it when the straight ship has a more masculine woman like heteronormativity who??

[heizouz]

nsfw sub!childe + gn!reader, cock stepping, reader calls him 'puppy'

just a little something for the birthday boy... ❤️

childe's hands are tied behind his back where he sits on his knees, looking up at you but not knowing where you are. a black silk blindfold covers his eyes, blocking his vision but heightening all of his senses.

sometimes you'll softly smooth your fingers over the freckles on his cheeks and brush gently across his jaw. sometimes you'll lean down and pull him into a rough kiss to which he gasps and groans at once you pull away.

and sometimes, you'll part his lips with your fingers. childe kisses them, as if asking for permission before wrapping his lips around them and taking them. your breath hitches with a small smile and it makes him feel proud once he realises you like him like this.

he moans, dramatically, and you can see the ghost of a grin on his lips as he takes your fingers deeper like a pretty little whore. he can't see you, but he knows you're staring down at him, eyes dark whilst you watch him drool around your fingers and it spurs him on.

childe sits pretty on his knees, unable to use his hands but he makes up for it by dropping his mouth open and letting you fuck his throat with your fingers. he feels so much more dirty like this, restrained and restricted and he loves it.

he can't help the loud moan that escapes his open mouth when your fingers hit the back of his throat, eyes rolling back behind the blindfold. you don't miss the way his thighs rub together at the feeling.

you scoff and grab his jaw, dragging your fingers out of his mouth and pulling him into a messy kiss that he groans into. childe's hips buck into the air at the roughness, whimpering at the fact there's no friction against his leaking cock.

"what do you want, my good birthday boy?" you drag out the dramatism of the 'good', brushing your index finger and thumb across his jaw to tilt his head up.

childe is breathless, panting into the open air and he can feel you all over. "shouldn't it be a surprise?" he asks, cocking his head with a lazy grin and you hum, "maybe you're right."

you step back, no longer near nor touching him and he sits so patiently, waiting for you to do something. his cock is dripping, already pent up from just fucking his mouth with your fingers and only because it's his birthday, you take pity on him.

the moan childe lets out when you press the sole of your shoe against his cock is heavenly. he practically sings, head dropping forward and hips involuntarily bucking against your foot because he's so desperate for it.

it's ridiculous really, watching him get off with just your foot. but his hair is messy, bangs falling over the silk blindfold and he's panting, wanting so desperately to grab at your thigh and hold you there as he grinds against you and he just looks so pretty.

you groan, running your fingers through childe's hair before grabbing a handful and lifting his head up to look at you despite the blindfold.

"that's it, dumb puppy." something about the name has childe's thighs shaking, hips stuttering against your shoe still pressing hard against his cock, and he lets out a guttural whine.

your lips pull into a grin, letting him needily hump your shoe, hair still tight in your hand until you let go to bend over and take his face into your palm. you can tell he's looking at you even from behind the blindfold, anticipating your next move without trying to look eager but his hips never slow. you lean close, close enough for him to feel your lips inches away from his before whispering, "i want you to cum just like this."

childe's lips part in a pretty low moan, head nodding submissively and his eyebrows furrow when you press your foot harshly against his cock. the fact that he can't see you, only hear and feel you makes him so much more sensitive - slightly overwhelmed by pleasure, especially when you drag the toe of your shoe along the length of his cock and press against the tip. he's panting like a dog, fingers clenching behind him in the restraints and head dropping forward again because he's struggling to keep himself together.

it feels so humiliating, grinding against your foot like a bitch in heat but he loves it so fucking much.

childe's thighs clap shut suddenly, eyes screwing closed behind the blindfold and you can tell he's close.

"you gonna make a mess for me, baby?"

"mh-yes…" he gasps out, head falling onto your thigh and you card your fingers into his hair gently. childe's hips stutter before he cries out with a loud moan, your shoe running along the length of his cock from how he thrusts against you.

he finishes with a choked sob, whole body shaking and fingers turning white from how hard his blunt nails carve into his palm and he makes a mess all over your black shoes and dress pants. you coo, still running your fingers softly through the man's hair and you pull your foot away to let him ride it out.

childe's body goes lax after a few seconds, collapsing against your thigh with breathless pants and if you could see his eyes you know they'd probably be shining with pretty glossy tears. your foot is still gently pressed against his sensitive cock and he whimpers at the faint feeling of you still there.

but it doesn't last long, your gentle hand carving into his orange hair as you hum, looking down at the mess he made all over you when you push him back onto his knees with your foot,

"we're not done yet, puppy. i got you another gift."

[turtleblogatlast]

Shockingly underrated thing about Leo is that he’s legitimately charming when he wants to be?

He’s the Faceman! He’s persuasive! That’s not just some random title he gave himself with no backing to it. People will listen to him. Even if they think he’s being annoying or if they’re upset at him, people listen to him anyway! There’s a reason his bros push him out front to talk to people, and when this happens, that talking nearly always works.

Moreover, Leo knows people. He looks at them and takes into account how they act and what they’re like as he makes his way through the conversations. It’s easy to forget this aspect of Leo’s character because he only brings it out when he really needs (read: wants) to, but it really is a notable part of him that always love to see.

And I say charm in particular because he has a knack for not only getting people to pay attention, but for getting people to stay and listen to what he has to say.

[cashgodess]

Fund my day bitch

[pip-plz]

I really liked the lineart so one thing kinda led to another 👉👈

[poison-into-positivity]

Rhys Darby on the OFMD fans :)

[rozeliyawashereyall]

Lynette Vega redesign!

Was originally gonna save this till I finished some other drawings—but decided eh, might as well post these first

Her old design annoyed me—she's so whimsical now I love it

[weekdaysend]

I completely forgot I ever drew this but here's a Garroth MCD doodle from literal months back I might draw him again since my art's improved but egh.

[wheatormeat]

Rereading old haikyuu chapters, here's a bunch of silly Akaashis

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @hircines-hunter <3 and last week by @orfeoarte (I already posted by then so counting it now!)

Tagging:

@theoneandonlysemla @dirty-bosmer @lucien-lachance @umbracirrus @changelingsandothernonsense @firefly-factory

@bougainvillea-and-saltwater @pocket-vvardvark @captain-of-silvenar @ladytanithia @thequeenofthewinter

Hello it's another Wednesday and I bring to you *gasps* a wip not about Theodora and Ondolemar??? 😲😲😲

They have graciously let me write about someone else, I briefly wrote about Aicantar in a fic recently and that got me thinking more about him. Reworked an old oc that I did barely anything with and as I much prefer to read slow burn then write it, they are gonna smash immediately 🤭 Background before this is he catches Vevora (Breton/Dunmer artist) trying to steal a Centurion Dynamo Core, decides not to call the guards. They get talking and she spots a particular ✨romance✨ novel because I've made him a virgin smut reader 🤪 MDNI under the cut because it's me

Oh no. So caught up being charmed by a beautiful woman, he distinctly forgot he very well did have something to hide.

“And is this part of living like the Dwemer as well?” The title is partially covered by her fingertips, gently grasping it by the spine. 

“Um, I, well, you see-” Any and all ability to be coherent has left. Heat rising to his face, Aicantar is sure she notices the flush of embarrassment he now wears. In an attempt to save dignity he turns away, mouth covering the little of his face not covered by his hood. 

“Did I interrupt your evening plans, pretty boy?” He screams internally, why did she have to pick up the book? Why didn’t he put it away? Whole body warm now, he decides to fixate on not passing out. Remain present rather than degrade himself further by going unconscious But he is shamefully curious, did she think he was attractive? Pretty to use her own words? Pushing aside hopes that he too, could be like the Dwemer and disappear to some unidentifiable plane, he asks innocently. 

“You think I’m pretty?” Eyes meet hers for a moment before he returns to sharing at the wall. She chuckles lowly. 

“I do. Well, at least from what I can see.” Oh no she’s coming closer. Running would be even more humiliating but he is sorely tempted too. Even more so when she pulls back the hood of his robes, going so far as to grab his chin and make him face her. “Oh yeah, definitely a pretty boy.” Red eyes half-lidded with a teasing smirk on her face. Vevora was enjoying watching him squirm, words failing him as the feel of her hands is too nice to even think. “Hmm, now what part have you marked here? Your favourite, maybe?” Please no. It was overwhelming enough, her hands touching his face, how close she stood, how his mind wandered as he wondered what her hair felt like. The red tresses a different hue than her eyes, eyes that were now opening the book to the marked section he had spent far too much time reading. 

Opening to the beginning of the chapter, she smirks. 

“Oh this one, I remember this part well.” Another gulp. “But dog-eared pages? Tsk tsk.” 

“Are, are you, familiar with this, this story?” 

“Oh I’m very familiar, I know this novel very, very well.” He doesn’t have time to respond before she is recounting the chapter summary while flipping leisurely through the pages. “Princess Brittgerd sucks Akvid off for the first time, the poor lad was not expecting her to have such an appetite.” There’s something about hearing it from someone else that drives him crazy, a few moments ago he was way too afraid to even notice he was hard, now the ache was much greater than could be ignored. Thin trousers yet, not thin enough as they feel incredibly constricting against his length. The sound of the book closing causes him to jump, nearly grateful for it as a whimper was on the tip of his tongue. “The unsuspecting boys are always the most fun.” The Dunmer looks at him and he’s too inexperienced to recognize her own look of hunger; instead confused as to where she was going with this. “Why are you reading this? You’re awfully cute, I can’t imagine you having a hard time with the ladies, or whoever else you prefer.” Oh. Gently, she places her hand on his chest before slightly gripping his robes. The pull is too much and he whines, wanting so badly for her to keep touching him, staying like this for a bit would be more than enough. So in a daze, he asks nearly the same question again. 

“You think I’m cute?” She laughs and by Auri-El is is lovely. Light, authentic, and most importantly;  directed his way, at the young mer she made melt before her.  

“I do.” She humours his repetition. “You seem like a very sweet boy, is that right?” The hand moves lower, dangerously lower as toys with the thin rope of his belt. A sharp inhale is his response. “What do you think of me?” 

For a fleeting moment, Aicantar believes he can spew something resembling the suave men of his books, something about how even in the harsh Dwemer lighting she looks radiant, completely and utterly captivating him. Yet, any opportunity to redeem his reputation and prove he is more than a flustered mess is lost as her fingers run along his waistband, dipping in along his side. What comes out is a far cry from what he wanted. 

“I, um, um, Miss, um, Miss Raviro, um, you’re-” Thankfully she cuts off his stammering. 

“No need to be so formal, call me Vevora.” 

“Miss Vevora, I mean, um, Vevora.” A bit of strength goes a long way. “You’re very beautiful.” 

“Thanks, you’re too sweet.” She moves her hand for one moment, turning to place the novel on the bedside table. Turning back to him, both hands grasp the collar of his hood, pulling him to her lips. Not absolutely clueless, he had done this several times drunk, liquid courage helping him bridge the gap in his own difficulties, but he was more than content to let her lead. Initially, the scholar is grateful she goes easy on him. Slow pecks on his lips, hands about to move to her waist, he freezes when her tongue swipes across; mouth opening immediately for the other to dive in. The moans and whimpers emitting from him nearly drown out the one from her. She breaks the kiss, allowing an obscene moan to echo off the walls. Another, regrettably louder one escapes him as she traces the outline of his cock, providing delicate ministrations over the agonizingly tight fabric. “Do you have that chapter marked because it’s your favourite?”

“Well it’s, um, quite, um, well-written.” 

“That it is, that it is.” Each word of the iteration is enunciated carefully, slowly drawing it out. “Want to recreate it with me, pretty boy?” 

[g0r3wh0r3xxx]

I'm horny as hell and emotionally vulnerable if any emo mfs wanna take advantage of me

[dailydegurechaff]

Today’s Daily Degurechaff is… Regular Tanya is on vacation day 3 - Mermaid AU