#this morning’s warmup

[monstermonger]

Study of a cat I once saw in Sopot, Poland.

[itsdefinitely]

TUMBLR LEGWND ITSDEIFNITLEY ALSO DRAWS SANDERS SIDES?!?!???

i dabble

[triaelf9]

Just a lil celebratory Zelda (and kidnapped Link ^_-) as a warmup today before work ^_^

WOOOO!!!

[jerich0two]

could you draw Emily of Hazbin Hotel?

Order up! /lhj

[broncoburro]

The Three Kai Brothers

[hoofpeet]

Assorted warmups + dailies ✌

[explodingstarlight]

clocking Donnie as one of those little kids who look vaguely concerned by everything. like he could be doing the most chill activity ever but he still looks kinda worried

[kurgy]

hes trying to cope

[payasita]

senshi was right about everything. hes right about it all

(*adhd meds. you gotta make sure youre eating well on these guys)

[kayvsdoodles]

prosper and his puppy dido for warmup <3

[sky-kiss]

Raphael x F!Tav: 18+ : Woops. Hand Slipped Again.

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The gods will see her damned for this, she thinks. 

She doesn’t care; she’s not sure how to care anymore. Tav turns her face into the pillow, her sharp filling the boudoir. It joins the debtors' chorus. Her fingers curl in the sheets, searching for purchases, searching for anything to keep her from coming untethered. She doesn’t manage it. He’s pure heat at her back, claws biting at her hips. His wings fan the air around them, and she is trapped. 

His sheets are silk (of course) and black (of course), contrasting with Raphael’s red skin. The adventurer’s thighs ache, spread wide to accommodate the breadth of his hips. He leans forward over her, his chest pressed to her back, and she has rarely been more aware of the disparity in their size. The weight of him at her back leaves her dizzy.

The cambion catches the shell of her ear between his teeth, purring, dark. “Tsk, already wet for me, mouse? You make this too easy.” She chews the inside of her cheek, fighting not to rock her hips as his fingers dip between her legs. He strokes her once, circles her core, and gathers her slick. She is dripping for him; so much of their relationship revolves around the hunt, and he has left her wanting since just after dawn. He brings his fingers to his lips and then sucks them clean. “In this, at least, you never disappoint, pet. Here, have a taste.” As if to reward her, he strokes her again. She’s rewarded with two fingers pressed deep into her heat, thrusting lazily before he slides them out. He brings them to her lips; she sucks them clean without thinking, reveling in his low moan. 

He thinks she’s powerless in these games. She knows better. She digs her tongue between his index and forefinger, swallows around his fingers, and is rewarded by a shift of his hips, digging at her ass. Raphael presses forward until her breasts are crushed against the mattress. There’s nowhere left to shift. She can only rock back against him, the thickness of his cock pressed between her legs. 

“Should I expect anything more than talk from you, Raphael?” 

It’s a challenge. He smirks, gold eyes glittering, wolfish. He leans over Tav's shoulder to catch her lips, guiding himself to her entrance. Her groan is low and reverent. That first press is intoxicating and empowering. It is as if he is too big to fit, struggling to push inside. 

And then he’s there, stretching her, just this side of too much. Tav drives her hips back, wanting every inch. She wants to ache from this. Raphael canted her hips higher, rocking forward to catch her lip between his teeth. 

“Greedy little mouse.” He licks the corner of her mouth. “Far be it from me to extol any great virtues. But patience...you would benefit from a study in patience." 

She wants to laugh, but the sound dies on her tongue, lost in a breathy yelp. Raphael grips her waist hard enough to bruise, all that infernal strength brought to bear. She finds she prefers it. Raphael treats her with no kindness and no respect for any perceived fragility. He fucks into her with centuries of pent-up hunger, and Tav rallies to meet him. 

One of his hands teases between her legs to stroke her in time with his thrusts. It’s unnecessary; Tav is already close, but she knows he likes this. He loves to feel her clutch at him, tight and hot and entirely his. Raphael stills within her, head thrown back, panting as he rides out her orgasm. He is still hard inside her, and she whines. 

The devil noses her ear. “Ask for more, sweetling. Beg me for it.” 

She knows this game too well; if she begs him, Raphael will pull out of her, leave the boudoir, and leave her wanting.

She pushes at his shoulders, shoving him until he’s flat on his back. The correct answer is to ride him until they're both screaming. 

[ronkeyroo]

Koda & Saturn on a lil walk because I love!!!!!!!!! Autumn 🍂

[leavingautumn13]

oh boy this valentine fellow sure is easy to draw

[grandaddy-of-all-liars]

hmmm wtf indeed

[saltyb0ba]

mao

[jorrated]

v pissy