#self indulgence babey!!!!

[renardsruses]

I think if he lived he deserves to be soft and adored 🤠✨

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

It’s MY birthday and i can draw as self indulgent of an art as I want! Get off my back okayyy????

This is an ace lives au btw. Like a continuation of that absolutely awful (🥺) short comic Oda drew for them.

Ive seen a bunch of post-war cuddles with these three, but I think that Ace and Sabo deserve to just talk with each other.

[deecotan]

cooldown

bonus hug.png because i like how it turned out:

[localrobotfragger555]

I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💘💕💝💝✨💖💗💗💞💕💖💗💗✨💖💕💖💖💞💝💘💓💘💖💓♉️♋️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🎀🧸🤹🏽‍♀️🤼‍♀️🚗🚚💞💓💘💝🩷💝💝🩷

[lil-bobcatz]

So these have been sitting on the back burner of my iPad for a lil, Wanted to share these so yuh!

I will be making some other art of him later, ofc probably gonna be self indulgence art tho 😋

[silna-pdf]

Envious of the organic beings for their ability to find relief from sharing warmth with a loved one. The connection isn’t as special when you don’t need warmth to survive

[robottheodorlasso]

Don’t Touch

[sxftmxlki]

Temporary Bliss; Albert Wesker

Pairing; S.T.A.R.S!Albert Wesker x GN!Reader

Genre; Smut

Word Count; 1.5k

Blurb; It's a slow day in the S.T.A.R.S. office and yet your captain is still overwhelmed with paperwork and like the diligent rookie you are, after catching him in the midst of his stress relief, who are you not to help him?

Warning(s); masturbation, voyeurism, blowjob, petnames ('sir', 'pet'), risk of being caught, office sex, Wesker being Wesker, possibly OOC, not proofread, porn w/ some plot.

AN; Probably the most self indulgent fic I have ever written, the Wesker brainworms are worming, lads. Also first ever actual fic on here and it's smut, because of course. F in chat for Chris.

Unfortunately for you and the rest of S.T.A.R.S, it had been a slow day in the RPD, nothing major happening besides a few phone calls and filing reports. The only other company your team gets is a spider scuttling across the floor. 

The unusual complete silence of Captain Wesker’s office soon catches attention, the captain usually at least being heard typing or muttering to himself but instead he was simply dead silent, like he wasn’t even there.

The team quickly began speculating what could cause the captain to be so silent, some suggested he was sleeping on the job, others guessing he was merely indulging in a hobby – like reading. 

But you, for some reason you couldn’t name, felt almost compelled to check Wesker’s office. You were a new recruit on the team, having joined barely two months ago, and in that time your captain never showed any tolerance towards you – always pushing you to do better or write more reports than the others. So, you couldn’t exactly decipher why you were now stood here during the late afternoon lunch break, planning to check on Wesker in his office. Perhaps you believed that if you showed some concern for his well-being, it’d earn you brownie points with him. 

As you stood there, debating whether or not to knock or simply leave, a faint sound caused you to pause. 

It was quiet, nearly imperceptible, you almost thought you had imagined it. But then you heard it again, louder this time. 

A thud, followed by a hissed curse.    You’re not sure what compelled you at that point but you suddenly found yourself pushing the captain’s door open to gaze into the office, and the sight that greeted you made you freeze. 

Wesker was leaning against the edge of his desk, the surface hidden under large piles of paperwork, his shirt and jacket laid haphazardly on the floor and his hand was slowly tracing up the expanse of his stomach towards his chest. 

You knew by that point, you should have just left, forgot you ever saw anything, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. 

And when you saw Wesker twist his nipple with a heavy breath, you couldn’t deny the hot flush of desire that pooled in your gut. 

Wesker’s hand continued its ministrations on his nipple, pulling and twisting the sensitive bud. He seemed entirely unaware of you watching him as his other hand slowly ran down his stomach, pausing at his belt buckle. 

With practised ease, Wesker undid his belt with a quick flick of his wrist. Making fast work of his pants buttons and pushing the fabric down his thighs, his cock springing free, the flared tip an angry shade of red and already leaking precum. 

Saliva pooled in your mouth as you watched Wesker wrap his hand around the base of his shaft, his head lolling back with a shuddering sigh at the contact. He stayed like that for a moment, simply relishing the feel of his hand wrapped around his thick girth before he slowly began to pump himself. 

Wesker’s breath turned heavier, tilting his head down to watch his hand work his shaft through half lidded eyes. His movements began to pick up, his hand now moving at a pace that made him have to stifle his gasps and moans. 

You hadn’t even noticed you’d been caught watching him until you pulled your gaze away from Wesker’s leaking cock to lock eyes with your captain, his normally icy blue eyes bore into yours with a dark hunger. 

Neither of you spoke for a long minute, Wesker’s hand still working himself as he just stared back at you, until... 

“Come here,” 

Wesker’s voice was low and gravelly, a stark contrast to the controlled, stoic demeanour he always protruded. 

Your legs moved before you could process it, walking into the captain's office, your mind a haze of your own arousal and anticipation. 

Wesker simply watched you for a moment, his face flushed as he fist-fucked himself in front of you. His lips were curled into a slight smirk, the captain not at all annoyed or angry by the revelation you were watching him. 

“I saw you watching,” he finally said, his voice a low growl. ��You didn’t come in here just to stare, did you?” There was a hint of amusement in his tone, and you were sure he’d gladly make a show of masturbating in front of you. 

“No, Sir.” The words left your mouth unbidden, fuelled by the arousal and desire building in your gut, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Wesker’s hand stroking his erection. 

Wesker’s fingers curled round your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He studied you a moment, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your gaze kept darting downward. “Then what else are you here to do?” 

“Whatever you want.” Again, the words left you before you could stop them, you were acutely aware that the two of you were still technically in a public office, that someone could walk in at any moment and catch you but the thought only turned you on more. 

Wesker hummed, drinking in your words. Something about them made the coiling feeling in his gut tighten, the thought of you doing whatever he wanted fuelling his arousal. “Whatever I want?” He echoed, chuckling as he leaned closer to you, his breath hot on your face. “Are you sure?” 

For some unknown reason, all words failed you in that moment. You simply stared back at Wesker for a long second, you couldn’t articulate it but, you were sure. You wanted this. Wanted him. 

As you slowly nodded in response, Wesker hummed approvingly, leaning back against his desk and bracing his free hand on the surface. He ignored the few papers that fell to the floor at the sudden disturbance as his voice lowered to a deep, authoritative rumble. “Kneel for me.” 

You didn’t have to be told twice, sinking to your knees in front of him, the sight delighted Wesker more than he cared to admit. “Good pet.” He practically purred, his fingers carding through your hair before grabbing a handful of the soft strands and giving a light tug. 

“Since you’re already there,” he began, pushing your head forward slightly. “Might as well put your mouth to use.” You didn’t realise how close to his cock you were until his leaking tip was prodding at your lips, his precum smearing across your skin in a glistening sheen. You gulped at the sheer size of him, thick and long with a prominent vein running along the underside. 

Wesker notices your hesitance and lets out a disapproving growl, pushing your mouth closer to his cock. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” He states simply, the words alone causing another spike of arousal within you as your mouth finally opens, wrapping your lips around the tip. 

Wesker’s head lolls back as you take him in your mouth, his breath leaving him in sharp gasps and his fingers tighten in your hair, only allowing you a few seconds to adjust to the stretch before he began moving your head up and down his shaft.  

The pace he set was firm, slightly uncomfortable but not unwelcome, and when your hands come up to fondle his balls, his stoic composure shattered. 

“Oh, fuck...just like that....you’re so good at this...” The words left him in a low mumble, but they rang out like a gunshot in the otherwise silent office, and you couldn’t deny the pride swelling up inside you. Your response was a hollowing of your cheeks, sucking him off firmly, which earned you a groan from Wesker as he glanced down to watch his cock disappear into the warm, wet confines of your mouth. 

His cock throbs in your throat, and you can tell he’s close. “Fuck...g-gonna-....gonna cum...m’close.....need to-” Wesker’s grip on your hair was borderline painful now but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, your mind a clouded haze dominated only by thoughts of Wesker and the way he’d began to thrust into your mouth at a brutal pace, his tip ramming the back of your throat and causing you to gag around him. 

“Oh, god....shit...I’m gonna....I’m-” Wesker was suddenly cut off by his own loud, sinful moan as he threw his head back in ecstasy. His hand in your hair forcing you down on his cock as his orgasm wracked through his body, your nose was practically flush with his pubic mound.  

Wesker’s moans echoed in his office as his cock shot thick ropes of warm cum down your throat, painting your insides white. He held you at the base of his cock for a long moment after his orgasm, giving a few lazy rolls of his hips as he rode out the last of his high before he eventually let go of your hair, allowing you to pull back off of his cock. 

His vision was hazy, the intensity of his orgasm leaving Wesker’s limbs heavy, but he still managed to gently pet the top of your head. Staring down at you with heavy breaths as he tried to at least compose himself, a few blonde strands of hair had been knocked loose from his pristine hairstyle and were now sticking to his sweaty forehead. 

Wesker was about to speak, his lips parting slightly, before the sound of the door opening caused both of your heads to whip round to see the stunned face of Chris Redfield in the doorway, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. 

[bluebunf]

ÒwÓ)/ hehehe

[naelaynae]

hear me out, kinda self-indulgent.

in my head, Tsukishima Kei isn't someone I would instantly think would comfort you with words. He's kinda bad at it but, seeing you in tears, whether it would be silent sniffles or a full-blown meltdown, he'd drop everything to hold you. You're both on the floor in a private area as you weep, his brows furrowed as he listens to your cries, complaints, troubles, and burdens. Cradling your slightly shaking body as you finally let it all out. His lips pressed against your forehead, his arms wrapped around your shoulders as if he's protecting you? He's never one for words, but his actions speak louder than any words he had to offer.

[renardsruses]

Smooch!!!!!

[forggywrites]

Hobie x gn reader having a depressive episode

(I may or may not be having a depressive episode so I just wanna do something to get my mind off of it)

Also it’s hard to write when I’m like this so it’s short.

Requests are open!

When he got home from the usual spider stuff and walked into the living room he knew something was up when your normal greeting wasn’t as energetic as usual.

When he saw you sprawled out on the couch with a tired look on your face he knew something was definitely wrong.

“Hey luv, what’s goin on? You upset or is it just one a those days?”

All you did was shrug.

“Is it anotha episode?”

You nodded with a small noise of confirmation.

First off he’ll make sure to feed you, he’ll make or get whatever you ask for. If you have a hard time deciding on what to eat he’ll grab a small snack and some water and then help you decide.

After you’re fed, he’ll help you clean up. If you don’t have the motivation to shower he’ll help you. Either he’ll motivate you to bathe or bathe you himself.

After you’re fed and cleaned he’ll take you on a walk or drive, just to make sure you can get some fresh air and sunlight.

If you wanna do something he’ll take you to a store, buy steal you a stuffie or other comfort item along with snacks.

After a nice outing he’ll take you home, get you comfortable in bed, and hang out with you until you fall asleep or feel better.

He sits your head in his lap, if you’ve got hair to style he’ll style it, if not he’ll just rub your scalp and hold your hand.

As you lie there he turns on one of your favorite shows, mumbling sweet words to you.

“You’re so sweet luv, I’m glad I can be here for you”

He will always be there for you, no matter what.

[gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

Do you ever just cave in and start drawing really self indulgent stuff during health class while ur supposed to be taking notes on a movie ur class is watching

Yeah me too. Anyways

[betterblanketprincess]

first drawing posted on this blog and it’s yumeship/selfship art should i die

eclipse and Pandora… I’ll make a post abt her later

oh also!! my headcanon (not really headcanon when a lot of ppl do it I suppose) that when sun gets irritated his eyes slightly darken and his pupils become a little visible. subtle but watever

uhhh ok bye

[critteryaoi]

Selfshipping is awesome so

[luminlunii]

Are you still doing requests?

Technically yes, I'm just going to be very slow about it as I'm doing a million other things

Everything is fine- I'm definitely not writing a Hellerby fic- No, not at all! Not like I have plans to make more than one- ANd I definitely did not get sick two days prior! I don't have a headache, you do!

...But yes. Rocky on a skateboard will be posted this weekend. And an implied Hellerby ask next weekend.