#slowly getting back into the game (making art)

[jesuistrestriste]

Thinking abt meeting divorced!art at the bar and after a bit of back and forth flirting he takes you home, talking a big game even though its been quite a while (he's only a man)

Sigh he panics when you get on his lap and start grinding on him and it takes forever for him to get hard even when it feels so good </3 when he finally does and you take him out he cums in like 3 seconds and apologizes profusely

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okay listennn

i agree. i think divorced!art gets hard really slowly/it’s difficult to get a boner, but as soon as he’s hard he cums super fast lmao

like he cannot win ! !

he’s tipsy at the bar, his hand creeping to brush over your waist after the two of you flirt heavily back and forth for over an hour. he takes you back to his place, and then suddenly he’s clamming all the way up. no longer the charismatic older guy; giving you nervous smiles and chuckling while he avoids eye contact because he honestly didn’t think he’d get this far

so he’s looking up at you helplessly when you start to rock over his lap on the couch, grinding and rolling your body like you’re trying to coax out more moans from his lips. he’s got no other choice but to go pink in the face and gulp down the pathetic whines that he refuses to let slip. twenty minutes of making out and dry-humping like a couple of teenagers go by before he’s finally swelling in his pants, and then oh my god.. oh no, oh god—

his entire body is pulled taut like a rubber band, ready to snap. biceps flexing as he gasps in shorter intervals. his hands are gripping the sides of your top as he lets out the most broken whimper and then abruptly floods his boxers with gooey warmth. his hips shuddering, his thighs jerking up into your ass.. he feels like an idiot. he apologizes profusely, but he can’t shake the embarrassment that’s written all over his face hm

[pwnyta]

Okay first: Absolutely love your Stobotnik art. It's so expressive & lovely. I can't stop coming back to look at it 💕

Second, the movie vs. game au got me thinking, how would the progression of game!Stone from basically kidnapped to loyal henchmen go? I mean, movie!Stone presumably had a fair bit of time working with his Doctor as a government asset before they went AWOL. So how would this Stone deal with basically being dropped into the villainous deep end?

I imagine game!Eggman is doing his best to convince him to stay but like, how would he do that without seeming too invested? How would he give him enough room to get comfortable without risking him escaping? I mean, Stone is a government agent. And a capable one at that.

Also, what does Stone think of this? I imagine he knows Stockholm syndrome isn't real (he's way smarter than he lets on, otherwise he & the Doc wouldn't get along so well) so how does he rationalize that he's slowly getting attached? When do his loyalties shift? When does he finally admit to himself that it's not just admiration or a crush? That he wants to stay, for as long as the Doctor will let him?

Sorry for the long ask, my brain just latched on & the speculation got away from me 😅

One of the reasons Im not a writer is because I just dont think things through like that. I just go with w/e idea pops into my head and just leave it to everyone else to decide the rest.

HMM. Its a good question though! I sorta implied Stone knew of the Doctor before hand so maybe hes just a fan of his work to begin with so he has that soft spot and Ivo can just casually show him all the tech hes working on cuz he sees Stone get all starry eyed over it almost like Movie!Stone looked at him. Just wooing Game!Stone with cool tech and Game!Stone being very open to it.

I did do some more with Movie!Stone and Game!Ivo its not relevant to this but ya know... Just to say I also enjoy the AU. I enjoy more cartoony designs rather than trying to make a design myself that looks kinda like the actor but not all the way cuz I think its kinda creepy ya know? LMAO

Anyways have a very rough doodle

[stoneybun]

pretty lil' thing (pt 2) NSFW

MDNI - nsfw - JSchlatt x fem plus size reader You and Schlatt went to an art exhibition, but he thought the real art was under his arm. part one !

The art exhibition was everything you thought it'd be; crowded, but actually really fun to walk around with Schlatt, stars in your eyes as you rambled about the pieces to him. He loved when you talked, he really did and he was trying his damn hardest to listen. Poor boy just loves you so much, his eyes were practically glued to you the whole night in that dress, the way it deliciously hugged your curves. God, he should've just said you should go a different night and have his way with you. But, this would be worth it when you're home. Part of him likes the aching in his pants as he stares at you, the way you bite your lip and fidget with the necklace around your neck while looking at the art. The drive home was as peaceful as ever. Hand on your thigh, the music at just the right volume playing one of his custom playlists he made for when you were in the car with him, having lowered it slightly so he could listen to you babble on and on about what pieces you liked the most. He was more focused on turning your words into moans. His hand was slowly caressing the thickness of your thigh, grabbing some in his hand as he gripped the steering wheel with his other hand. He loved how much he could hold of you, practically kneading you whenever he got the chance. You smile, somehow still oblivious after all this time and how subtle yet direct he was with how badly he wanted you. Once you two were home, he wasn't wasting any time. He needed you, and he needed you now. He'd been a good boy long enough. "Oh, and did you see the way-" "Babydoll, I love how excited y'are," he croaked, swallowing the lump in his throat as his cock throbbed against his pants just looking at you again, his eyes locked onto your chest and hip dips before meeting your gaze, his dark eyes soft yet holding that look you knew so well. "But you're killin' me here. A man can only take so much with a goddess like you dressed like that," he practically groaned, his larger hands finding your waist and pulling you close as he towered over you. You loved how small he made you feel, and he knew that, relishing in it. "Be my good girl 'n show me how much you appreciate me takin' you to that thing, yeah?" "Yes, bub," is all you could manage to mutter before he grunts in approval. "Atta girl," he grins, smacking your ass and making you yelp as he suddenly stepped back from you. He knew exactly what he was doing, but you were going to play your own game. You weren't going to entirely obey right away, and he loved that about you. He watched as you narrow your beautiful eyes at him with a smirk of your own, shrugging off the cardigan that you had slid on earlier while keeping eye contact with him and taking deliberate steps as you walked past him and down the hall to your shared bedroom. All he could do was stare. "Y'comin' big guy?" You call, pulling him from his trance. "Oh I'm comin' alright, toots," he grins, already undoing his belt to relieve the tightness of his pants, following your lead. He shuts your bedroom door, locking it despite nobody being in the house. It was habit, doing it ever since the cats nearly witnessed you two once. He was NOT risking it. He turns around afterward, his mouth watering at the sight of you on your knees on the bed, already having stripped yourself of your dress. There was no way he could possibly get any harder, groaning as his eyes roamed your body. Your stomach, the thickness of your thighs, the way your love handles looked... good God he was going to pass out. "My angel," he grunts, instantly walking to the side of the bed and putting a hand on the back of your head, the other going to the softness of your waist, gripping the soft pudge of your body and groaning as he presses his lips to yours, making your head spin as you're on your back before you know it.

"So pretty," he murmured into you, his hands quickly, almost impatiently sliding your underwear off your thighs. Before you can even form a thought, he's sliding your legs over his shoulders and using his hands to grab at your inner thighs, kneading them before burying his head between them, his chops scratching you in the most addicting way. "Jay," you gasped, making him smile up at you through his lashes, not responding aside from a slow drag of his tongue up your pussy after parting you with his hands, latching his lips around your clit and starting to feast on you like it was the first time all over again. He'd learned everything about your body by now. Hell, he knew you like the back of his hand. He moaned into you as your hands slid into his loose curls and gripped them. "That's it, let me make y' feel so good, princess," he groaned, his hips involuntarily bucking as he seeked any sort of friction against him. "Fuckin' love this pretty pussy," he drawled against your puffy folds before gripping your skin harder, licking you in a way that made you start trembling, and he knew you were close. "Baby, 'm gon' cum," you cried, panting softly in a way that made his heart swell along with his dick. He didn't respond aside from a guttural moan into your heat and focusing solely on driving you over that edge, needing to taste your cum on his tongue. And he got exactly what he wanted. You clamping your heaven-sent thighs against his face, gripping his hair as you started rolling your hips against his tongue, making him bury himself further into you and draw out your orgasm as long as he could, ignoring the way your moans turned to overstimulated whimpers. Poor guy was addicted to your taste. "Jus' a lil' more, promise," he whimpered, making you quiver. Once he finally pulled back, he grinned as he saw how beautiful and fucked you looked. "Aw, toots, I'm just gettin' started," he cooed, tugging his loose belt out of the loops of his pants and shoving them down. They couldn't get off fast enough, his thick cock springing out of the confines of his underwear, the top half pretty and red as pre-cum oozed from him. You swore you could never get tired of the sight, his cock slightly tilted to the left. "Y'gonna just stare at it or y'gonna let me fuck ya?" He teased, grinning as you huffed. "Shut up," you mumble, earning a hand coming up to grip your throat just enough to feel pressure. "What was that, sweetheart?" he grunts as he watches the way your eyes flicker, his grin widening. "That's what I thought. Jus' be a good lil' girl for me, yeah? I'll giv' ya what you want, baby," he cooed before sliding himself into you while positioned between your thighs, his hands keeping your legs pushed back a little, keeping you comfortably tucked and perfectly open underneath him, his eyes not knowing whether to watch your face or the sight of his cock slowly disappearing inside you only to be coated in your slick as he pulls out before losing his patience, starting to slam into you. "Jay!" You moan, making him grin. He loved making you get loud. "Yeah, sweetheart? Y'gonna tell the fuckin' block who's fuckin' ya?" He teased, only driving himself harder into you, his breathing quickly turning uneven as your hole grips him in a way that makes his eyes roll. He kept going, his fingers digging almost painfully into your soft skin as he felt himself getting close. You feel that fluttering sensation building again inside you, and Schlatt knew you were close the way you were gripping his cock. "C'mon pretty girl," he cooes, panting still. "Doin' so good, takin' me like this.. Just one more, baby," he encourages you, watching as your mouth fell open, silence falling before you grabbed at the sheets and moaned loudly, trembling beneath him. "That's.. agh, that's it baby, my precious angel," he moans, sounding like he's desperate as his hips start to stutter before he spurts inside you, his hips mindlessly rutting as he wants you to take it all, loving the way you milk his cock.

After that, he nearly collapses on top of you, but the boy loves aftercare too much to let him without taking care of his girl first.

[smrtnik07]

i havent drawn anything worth posting in a while hi ^__^ erm..... are texans always this strange and unusual?

[sealbee101]

the s actually stands for serving

close up!!! vv

[javierduffy]

sketchbook sillies

[girltiger5000]

nothing like drawing toxic ooc jimanya and listening to trashy depressing music

[manasurge]

Got Mourynn's first fullbody ref done! (I mean first as in chronologically). Not much to say here, just getting some early year fullbody refs done so I can have them to start on some scenes and lore stuff (just gotta finish her Orchid outfit next since that's her main Sapling outfit before she makes her own custom one). I'm also not used to drawing this small so I messed up the face a bit, on the side there, but oh well.

Below the cut is just the line art and the transparent that I'm hoping will work properly on her Hero Panel profile on Toyhouse:

[buttercup-art]

hey

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[baylardian-1]

some Tête-à-Tête ficcy doodles. :3

contextually kathryn's implant short circuits and she wakes up to find herself in bed with the enemy lol

[placesyoucallhome]

Morning routines

[artificialnat]

havent posted months woops lmao. have some sketches in the mean time

[miasketches]

Mrrp? (Tired)

[shadowwolf6785]

I finally played and beat Dark Souls the other day, and god, there are so many loveable characters and badass bosses, there was so much I enjoyed about it (save for the two-enemy boss fights and Gravelord Nito,) and out of all of the NPC's, Solaire of Astora is easily one of my favorites~ So of course I had to pay tribute to one of the best bois in the entire game!

[vilelittlecritter]

*crawls out of hole coughing, covered in soot, disheveled and very tired*

I-

I drew on 2 post it notes...

*fucking dies*