#Quick Anatomy Tips

[muontron]

I originally made this for my friend and decided to post it because WHY NOT!!

[bassboosted-moon-chao]

going under the Read More for nonsexual boob™ mentions but artist tip

little tip for artists and writers: large breasts will in fact look more spherical when you're submerged in water! and especially if you're lying on your back. If you're looking at the kind that are mostly soft and squishy, it's in fact mostly fatty tissue. fat floats really well in water. so they lift in water, thus reducing the natural sag of gravity. it's pretty cool actually!

[anniemaexion]

A quick anatomy study I did when I was in college. We were told to draw on different poses. I don't know how I feel about this, because i just mostly copied the poses of my reference, I didn't actually study it back then. this was just for submission. Which I feel so stupid now for, I should have taken this seriously...

[jesuistrestriste]

cw (18+) : dom!art donaldson, sub!reader, reader has afab anatomy, rough and messy fingering, squirting, dirty talk, multiple reader orgasms, art cumming untouched, tears from overstimulation

sometimes when art loses a match, he loses part of himself.

the shift in him happens so quick once he’s off of the court. you can merely blink, and just like that: he becomes a different person. one who you almost fail to recognize.

seeing that sweet, groveling, familiar expression on his face becomes a rarity during the following twenty-four hours after the loss. he gets quieter, his fuse gets shorter, and he begins to use your body like a stress toy. like it’s something to be squeezed and thrown around.

in other words, he gets a bit.. mean.

he lost a tournament earlier this afternoon, and that’s why he’s currently got you stripped down to nothing but your undies, sat in his lap with your back to his chest. his right hand is holding your right thigh to keep your legs open, while his left hand is down past the elastic band of the only garment left on your body. your head is tipped back onto his shoulder and he’s already murmuring the most painfully arousing things into your ear as he fingers you hard enough to have your hips jolting.

“fuck, you’re such a fuckin’ mess down here,” he growls through gritted teeth, his middle and ring finger nestled as deep as they can go into your core, curling and pumping and forcing out gushes of your fluids, “spilling all over our couch, gonna have to get it cleaned or something—“

your eyes are rolled back under low lids, and he knows you don’t have it in you anymore to respond to his taunting quips. he just keeps pushing the pads of his calloused fingers up into that special, spongy spot that makes fizzy little stars dance in your limited vision. it feels like carbonation in your brain and in your gut. he’s relentless. but you knew he’d be this way as soon as he lost the final point. belted out an expletive that made the crowd gasp, smashed his racket, and then rolled his shoulders. the look he gave you then before he fell sweatily into your arms told you everything you needed to know—he was going to take it all out on you later, exactly like he’s doing now, and then kiss it all better. just like he always does. it’s routine.

“mmn, hngh, g-fu-fuuuck,” you sob, your hands flying behind your head to hold the back of his short blonde hair, “aaah—!”

he knows what that means.

the lewd squelching of his digits inside you picks up in volume and in pace. he can feel your gummy walls beginning to pulse around his touch, pulling him in and pushing him out, like even your body isn’t sure what to say or do in response to so much pleasure. you’re drowning in all of it, and he’s holding your head under the water with nothing but love.

you’re coming again. this is the fourth time.

he moans as he feels you squirt, soaking your already-drenched panties, and he trembles when the warmth of your juices fills his cupped palm. he thinks about licking the remnants from his skin once you’re done. he dreams about letting you coat his mouth in your releases. maybe next time. maybe when he’s feeling like less of a failure; maybe when he’s not making you orgasm solely to prove that he’s still good at something.

when your body goes boneless over his own, he lets go of your right leg and rubs circles into your stomach.

“you’re still cumming, baby.. just like that.. keep it going..”

you can only wail in response, feeling the way he starts to use his thumb to flick over your swollen bud while he continues to relentlessly massage your g-spot.

“t-t.. tuh—too.. much..!” you shudder after a few more moments of overstimulation, sniffling and hiccuping, even if you know deep-down that you can take more.

he shushes you. sweet and soft. drags his hand from your stomach to your throat, and rests it there. he doesn’t squeeze, only wanting to ground and comfort you. it’s his way of silently saying “i’ve got you, you’re all mine, we’re almost done.. hang in there, honey..”

so you do.

it’s not like you can really deny yourself the release anyway, it’s too good to give up. he knows all of your weak spots and he abuses them so perfectly, it’s like a dream. an overwhelming, disgustingly wonderful dream.

one last flutter of his thumb over your bundle of nerves is all that it takes to tip you over again, and your stomach drops like you’re jumping off of a diving board from a height of fifty feet. it’s damn-near bruising.

you scream as it washes over you. he keens underneath your seat on him, and you can just barely make out the feeling of his cock jumping beneath his pants and his boxer briefs, his own orgasm involuntarily trickling in and overtaking his frame.

“oooh, shit, shit, shit,” he curses, rutting into your backside as he pulls his fingers out of your sopping hole to rapidly swipe them back and forth over your clit, “that’s it, keep going, you’re so perfect like this—don’t stop, please, don’t stop—“

you buck against his hand, crying out, and then pant like a little puppy when he starts to slow it down after several long moments. you truly can’t move a muscle, he’s turned you into a puppet with severed strings. he gives one last nudge of your sensitive spot with his fingertips, eliciting a whimper from your lips, and then pulls himself back. he sighs heavily with relief. he’s finally sated. he reaches to squeeze at your sides and your chest.

“you’re so perfect..” he whispers breathlessly, trying to bring you back to him, “just breathe for me, baby, you’re alright.. we’ll stay here—like this—for as long as you need, and.. and then i’ll make you some dinner. how does that sound?”

he waits with bated breath for an answer. a confirmation that he didn’t go too far, and that he made you feel good in the end. that you don’t think he’s some loser. that you think he can still win at something.

“.. y-yeah.. please..” you slur.

and that’s all he really needs.

[k1mbe3rly]

heyyyyy!! how are you?

can you write reader coming over to sieun's place do study but then they end up having "it"? if you do write this, thank youuuuu

also i LOVE your work <33

Another way of studying human parts

warnings: smut

Sieun was your nonchalant boyfriend, well not really nonchalant with you that much but he was quiet, you guys were at his place since his mom was away and his dad wasn’t there, just to study anatomy for the upcoming test

You both sat at his desk as you just stared at the textbook and he just points at random words with his pen trying to explain, you rolled your eyes with an upcoming idea in your head as you turned to him

“Hey Sieun..can we study another way?” you asked him in a slight whiny playful tone, he looked at him and tilt his head, “What way?” he questioned, you smiled softly your hands going on his chest and going to the collar of his uniform, “I don’t know..maybe in a more fun way?” you said, he hummed as your fingers begin unbuttoning his button up uniform, he didn’t refuse or stop you just staring at you do it

You reached up kissing him which he was quick to kiss you back, his hands slightly lifted up your hips for you standup which you did as well as he did, he backed you into the bed breaking the kiss to shove you into the bed softly, he took off the remaining of the buttons and went ontop of you, he stared down at you for a moment and leaned back down to kiss you again, as he was kissing you he was also unbuttoning your uniform as well quickly sliding it off you shoulders leaving you in just your bra

He continued kissing you but his lips slowly went down to your jaw and neck, leaving you small marks and hickeys, he finally went back up and slowly pulled down your skirt

you watched as he made direct eye contact with you as he did so, his fingers hooked on your underwear looking up at you just in case, he than pulled them down and shoved them somewhere on bedroom floor

he got back up taking off his pants and boxers, his cock was semi hard as he stroke it a bit, he grabbed onto your legs and positioned himself between them, he grabbed his cock placing his tip on your entrance slowly pushing in, you moaned out softly your back already arching up

He continued pushing in nice and slow taking it somewhat gentle, one he was fully in he took a second and quickly started thrusting in and out of you, your moans grew louder your back arching more as your tits we’re spilling out of your bra, he admired them softly bouncing around a bit then looked at your face, taking in your pleasurable face as he bit his bottom lip

His movements were deep and not too fast, just the perfect pace, he leaned down chest to chest as you quickly threw your hands on him, moaning into his ear as your hand was on his back and the other tangled in his hair

“I’ll make sure you’ll past that test.” he muttered out into your ear, you let out a soft whimper that turned into a moan as he sped up a bit, the bed creaks softly as he pulls your legs higher up his waist. he’s hitting your spot perfectly as you begin feeling the familiar knot in your tummy, your nails slightly digged into him as he groaned trying to hold back his orgasm

He continue to thrust into you as he moved a hand to your clit, steadying himself a bit and quickly rubbing your clit fast, he wants to make you cum and satisfied, you moaned out louder your back arching more as you didn’t last very long, you quickly came on his cock as he let out a deep moan feeling your warm cum cover his cock, not a second after he cums as well as he pants loudly

your breathing heavily as he stops his thrust feeling tired and out of it, he stays there for a moment and pulled going next to him, you begin to catch your breath for a moment as turned to face him, “I think..i’m gonna pass that test” you spoke to him as he smiled and chuckled

[wolfythewitch]

Hallo Cain! I wanted to ask, when it comes to doing a quick sketch or pose. Do you have any way of thinking or tips of how to make a sketch look more fluid than like… stiff? Always great to hear your opinions on things and your tactics in drawing!

Gesture lines!

Art from here

For me, I usually do gestures first before building on top of it any anatomy or structure, that way you have the flow before the structure. It also helps give you a good idea of proportions and stuff

[maxxiemoa]

Erik Campbell x virgin reader

An: I LOVE WRITING FOR YALL! The response I’ve been getting on my posts, especially my Erik ones, has been so lovely. I can’t wait to write more for y’all. I hope you freaks like this one. It’s very long. Just like him. WHO SIAD THAT?!??!?

Summary: readers first time with Erik and first time in general. M4afab (no gender talk but afab anatomy)

Warnings: Nsfw, thigh riding, fingers in mouth, sex, lack of condom, virginity taking, piercings, talk of penis piercing (ps I’m imagining his is pierced with a bar right under his tip) , MINORS DNI

You and Erik have been friends since you started working at the shop. You love clocking into work. It’s like being payed to hang out with your best friend and bitch about your boss. You have recently been over to his house for bbq parties. His family is sweet. Bobby is so close with Erik so it’s no surprise you two became quick friends. Julia is so fun to gossip with. She tells you about what her weird neighbors have been getting up to late at night while the two of you watch terrible reality tv. You have come to learn that Charlie is basically the family’s adopted son. He’s sweet. He comes over after school and tells us all about his crappy teachers and girls he had a crush’s on.

Erik is sweet. He’s the perfect mix of stupid immature boy and a genuine friend. The two of you were up in his room working on your tattoo books. He was drawing some basic flower designs and I was working on some vine work.

I lean over to see how his work is coming along and one of the designs catches my eye. “Oh I like that one. I’d totally let you tattoo that one on my arm or something” he rolls up the sleeve of my jacket and points to where he thinks it would look best.

“Maybe one of these days after the shop closes I can do it. You want it in color?” He asks obviously knowing I don’t want it in color and that he is teasing me. “Yeah I want it in pink to match with my black wardrobe and other black ink tattoos. How did you know?” I shove him playfully and he exaggeratedly scoffs at me.

We start shoving each other and soon all of our drawing supplies is kicked off the bed. He picks up a pillow and swings it at my face. This means war. I pick up one of his pillows and start walking him with it unforgivingly. Somewhere in the fight he looses his pillow and wrestles me for mine. I put up a good fight but he eventually grabs the pillow from my hands and throws it away from me. He grabs pushes me down on the bed seeing that I was trying to make a grab for the pillows on the floor.

I am pined on the bed and trying to wiggle my way out. We are both laughing uncontrollably. “Not so strong are we now?” He taunts me as he pins my legs down with his.

“Ok, ok I give up. I surrender. You win. Now get off of me you are crushing me.” I look him in the eyes and realize just how close he is to me. His body is right on top of mine. His long hair is falling past his face and tickling mine. He has my wrists in his hands as he traps my legs between his. He is essentially straddling my body.

I suddenly became so aware of how immobilized I was. It made my body start to feel warm. Erik picked up on my sudden change in demeanor. “What You’ve never been pinned to a bed before?” He asks me raising an eyebrow at me. “N..no. I’ve never had anyone this close to me before” I can feel myself progressively getting more red. Sure I’ve noticed how attractive Erik is. Long brown hair, pretty blues eyes, and my god his pierced body. I haven’t seen all of his piercings but I know of them. What I wouldn’t do to see them. To feel them.

I am snapped out of my wander state of mind when I feel Erik pull me up and close to his body. “Are you telling me no boy has even taken you to his house and laid you on his bed and had his way with you? Really? A pretty thing like you?

At this point my heart is pounding in my chest. Being this close to him I can smell his faint cologne. He mostly smells of pen ink and sweat. He pulls me onto his lap and runs his fingers through my hair. “You seem shy babe. Now don’t tell me you are a virgin.” His questions pull me deeper into my venerability. He looks at me with a growing smirk on his face. “You are! I’m gonna have fun with you”

With his fingers tangled in my hair he pulls me close and our lips meet. It’s sweet and he tastes like mint gum. He starts off slow and lets me set the pace. Once he can tell I am getting the hang of it he pushes his tongue past my lips and rolls it around my mouth. The metal ball of my piercing is being pushed around as our tongues swirl into each others.

He parts his legs a bit and pats his thigh. “Swing your leg over and I’ll show you what to do” I do as he says and now I am straddling his right thigh. He gives me a look and I can tell what he is trying to tell me. I slowing start moving my hips back and forth on his leg. I start to feel the warmth grow in between my thighs. His hands are on my waist helping me along. One of his hands snakes up my back and sends shivers through my body.

He catches my lips with his and I increase my pace. With his hands guiding my hips I take the opportunity to explore his chest with my hands. I let my fingers run over his pierced nipples with caution. He lets out a breathy laugh.

“You like my piercings baby?” With one quick motion he pulls his shirt off his body and I am now face to face with his unclothed chest. The sight of his toned figure has me unconsciously whimpering. My hands ghost over his body and trace his tattoos. God I need him. I’ve never so much as kissed anyone before today and here I am whimpering and clinging to the little friction I am getting from grinding on his thigh.

I guess it’s quite obvious how desperate I am for more of him as he pulls me off of his leg and starts unbuckling his jeans. “We can start slow. I’ll show you what to do but you let me know if you want to stop at any point.” He tells me to kneel on the ground and I do as I’m told.

My head is now at the same level of his crotch. His bulge is very obvious through his black boxers. He is huge. Sure I have nothing to compare it too but I can’t help but notice it is above average. Before I can think about what he is going to have me do his boxers are now around his ankles and quickly kicked aside.

I had always thought he was joking when he said his cock was pierced. I thought he was just being funny and I never took the idea seriously. But here I am, face to dick with his pierced tip. The bar goes through the underneath of his pink tip. Thinking about the delicious pain he went through to get that piercing have my walls clenching around nothing.

“Fuck….” Is all I can manage to get out before he is sticking his fingers in my mouth. “Suck” he says is a subductivly demanding tone. He lets me swirl my tongue around his fingers curiously. He pulls them in and out of my mouth and with every thrust I can feel his fingers going deeper and deeper in my throat. Fuck it feels good.

He pulls his fingers out abruptly and I whine at the empty feeling I am left with. “I know baby I know” he coos at me brushing my hair sweetly. “Now I want you to be so good for me and take my cock in your mouth just like that baby. Do you think you can take it?” I nod eagerly and lick my lips in anticipation.

He lines his glistening tip up with my lips and I take his tip into my mouth. The taste of his pre cum is slightly salty and his metal tasting piercing have me wanting more. He grabs a fist full of my hair and slowly pushes more of his length into my throat. He painstakingly pulls in and out of my mouth and I moan around him.

Soon I am getting the hang of it and I am bobbing my head up and down his length. I get a little too ambitious and take more of him than I can handle and I gag hard around him. I pull off of him to catch my breath and he pulls away.

“You are doing such a good job for me baby. Come up on the bed now.” His voice is soft and makes me feel floaty. He guides me to lay down on the bed and he pulls my clothes off. I feel shy but safe with him. He once again sticks his fingers in my mouth. This time I don’t need to be told what to do and I suck on them moaning as they dip deeper into my throat. When he pulls his fingers out of my mouth they quickly disappear into me. The abruptness of his finger in my folds makes me squirm underneath him.

“So good and wet for me aren’t you. Do you think you can handle another finger?” He lays a few kisses on my thighs and I nod my head as I let my eyes close. Two of his long calloused fingers are thrusting in and out of my virgin cunt. Sure I’ve masterbated before but I’d really never fingered myself. But holy fuck does it feel good. It doesn’t take long before I become a complete mess moaning and buckling my hips into his touch.

He pulls his fingers out of out of me and uses one hand to pull my leg to the side and his other to line himself up with my hole. My own wetness makes it easy for him to teasingly slide his tip up and down my folds. God that piercing would feel so good inside me I just know it. And I don’t have to wonder for too long as he pushes the tip of him inside me. He takes my whimpering as a sign to push deeper into me. He stops moving and lightly dances his fingers up and down the inner of my thigh.

“Please…please more…please don’t stop Erik” I try and move my hips to continue the lovely feeling of him filling me up but he grabs my thighs and keeps me in place.

“Angel, I’m not even all the way in. It’s your first time, I want to take it slow and give you a chance to adjust.

I make eye contact with him and use my deer like eyes to plead with him. Whimpering and pouting my lips, he folds.

“You are so needy baby, do you really think you can take a few more inches?” He asks me and is suprised when I start frantically nodding.

After a a few more inches Erik bottoms out. His pelvis is flush with mine and it feels so good. He is not too big but just big enough to fill me up all the way. I will admit feeling him stretch me out I can’t help but wonder if it hurt because it is my first time or because of the girth of his boyfriend cock.

He holds my legs as he thrusts in and out of me. Slowly increasing the speed until we are both moaning and sloppily making out. His teeth nip at the soft flesh of my neck and it has me clenching around him. His pace starts to get sloppy and he starts to grab at my body. Pulling on my hair, nipping at my skin, clawing at my back. The sweet pain of his actions has him sending me other the edge. I grab onto the blankets on the bed and manage to mutter out “Erik….fuck..I’m gonna..”

He speeds up his pace and we both crash over the edge together. He pulls out of me but quickly fills me again with his fingers as he pumps his length. In a few moments he is cumming on my stomach and fingering me through my orgasm.

Erik and I are left trying to catch our breaths as we lay next to each other on the bed. After a few moments Erik gets up and pulls his boxers back on. He goes into the bathroom and come back with a warm wet towel and cleans my up. He throws the towel to the ground and pulls his shirt over my head. We lay together in his bed and drift off to sleep.

[ozarkthedog]

actually melting thinking about jack’s knowledge of anatomy plus of your body and how he puts it into practice like a clinician. a hot doctor who knows all your spots and will either hit them all at once or really drag it out to tease you?? he’ll take care of literally everything and do things to you that you didn’t even know you wanted or needed it’s deadly i’m dead

yeah, so this is my first time writing for Jack and it's probably a mess but I had to write something just to rip the bandaid off. thank you, anon for being my first Abbot ask. ilu with all my heart. 💙

warnings: 18+ mdni. Jack Abbot x afab!reader. fingering. asphyxiation. not super filthy.

Jack knows what you need before you do.

He can sense your energy and mood; the slightest imbalance.

Sometimes, all he needs to do is to curl a hand around the back of your neck, fingers softly tugging your hair, while he slides two fingers inside your cunt.

"I know, I know." He coos down at you. His piercing eyes keep you grounded as you gasp from the sudden stretch. "It's a lot. But you can take it."

The intense pressure builds and builds while he steadily works his sticky fingers in a come hither motion and smothers your clit with his thumb.

"Feel that?" He asks, curling his fingers against a hidden spot you had no idea about. Your body explodes, nerves spasming like lighting struck, but he keeps his hold locked tightly.

Deep and raspy, Jack laughs before tipping his head to steal your gaze. He waits until you nod before he continues. "That's a special little spot."

He hooks his fingers against the spot once more, forcing a shocked gasp from your lip as he stokes the fire burning deep in your belly.

A sly smirk tugs at the corner of his lip. "My favorite, actually."

Other times, when you're beyond stressed and need to forget about the world, Jack teases you until you cry in his arms. Keeping you stuffed full of his cock, thrusting over and over until you're on the cusp of bliss, only for him to pause and withdraw, leaving your empty cunt spasming around nothing.

He knows all you need is to take what he gives you. Pleasure, pain, or a mix of both. If he wants to, he'll take you apart piece by piece with his bare hands only to put your back together again.

Jack tempts fate when it's needed.

He moves quick and precise, curling a skilled hand around the front of your neck, letting the heavy weight settle on your sweaty, overheated skin until the time is right.

Another frantic mewl spills from your lips, along with fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Only then does Jack press his thumb down against your carotid.

He knows it's reckless.

With his cock buried deep, spreading your folds, he cuts just enough blood to make you woozy. He thrusts into your warmth with an endurance only army medical doctors have. He watches you tremble, your mouth bobbing like a fish out of water, waiting until he gives you any bit of solace.

Slowing your brain's blood flow can turn south real quick, but Jack enjoys the control. The feeling of you struggling under his touch.

The way you look at him like he's the only thing left in your world.

"Atta girl."

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS MK1 | "REACTING TO THE VOLUME OF THEIR BULGE APPEARING IN YOUR BELLY" - 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 + 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊

TW: size kink, afab anatomy, pet names, v!sex, hard smut, not reviewed.

BI HAN, SHAO KHAN, SHANG TSUNG, KUNG LAO, KUAI LIANG, JOHNNY CAGE, BARAKA.

Fucking him on top of you was always too intense to be true, he was a big man compared to you - and he made a point of making this dynamic very clear, he loved power, how it made him feel so powerful and relentless in compared to your small body, he could easily break you and that was fucking exciting for him. You opened your legs for him like a needy slut for his cock, while he poured a series of delicious degradations in your direction, going with two fingers up your wet and needy hole, while his other thick hand came against your face, forcing you to watch his fingers aggressively work on you, saccharistically placing the blame on you for having such a tight pussy - he loved how tight you were, but he also loved seeing you blush with embarrassment.

"-Oh come on angel... Don't be shy..." He moaned, smiling roguishly, while placing his dick on top of your pussy, making a comparison to your entrance, his hard dick reached your navel easily. He made a quick movement, without any warning, making you jump and arch your sides in a loud moan that echoed through the walls, he placed his hands on your hips, running his thumbs over your skin, soon seeing the bulge that formed on your skin, he could see his own cock taking you, it was too much for him, a primitive moan, perhaps even animalistic, left his lips, as he accelerated with all his might, moaning with every movement he could see under your skin, knowing that he was filling you completely, he is totally arrogant about it, taking one of your hands and taking you to the place.

"-Feel it baby... This is the power I have over you, only I can fuck you like this, you hear? Only I can fill you like this." he moaned hoarsely, smiling as he sped up even more, he was going crazy with every movement seen outside of your womb, he loved it, he loved being so strong compared to you.

"-You're going to cum, right? After all, you love a huge cock inside your little pussy." He placed his hand on your waist again, marking with his thumb where his dick went, while he leaned in and whispered in your ear between screams of pleasure. "-I'm going to fill your fucking uterus with my semen, and breed in that beautiful pussy, right?"

LIU KANG ,RAIDEN , TOMAS VRBADA, KENSHI, ZEEFFERO, QUAN CHI, HAVIK, REIKO, SYZOTH.

Fucking him while you sit on his dick, with his body sitting on the messy bed - sex before bed, with all the passion and with the intention of killing the longing he felt for you during the day, he knew it was a: A big, strong man, his muscles overcame the clothes he wore - he loved holding you in his arms, suspending you around, while he fucked you in every corner of the house.

He would kiss you passionately, while your hands went behind the back of his head, while his eyes slowly opened, seeing his hard cock, close to your pussy, the comparison was huge, he was always afraid of breaking you, often he just he would let you rub yourself against his thigh or over his dick, without any penetration or even inserting just the tip of his shaft, but when you asked for more he would back away, even if you begged for more, he was a patient man.

But that patience ended a while ago, and he needed that. He moaned more, as he watched you slowly sit on his cock, warming him with your heat, the sound of your wetness, he grinds his teeth as he felt the paradise of your walls squeeze him, he would try to ask you if you were okay, but soon he would see the bulge in your belly, making him tense with desire and moan loudly as he threw his head back.

"-Fuck dear, look at this... Mmm- Ah I can't control myself Mmm-" he then made a quick movement with his hips, thrusting everything inside you, stretching you wide open, as he always wanted. His strong, veiny hands met your hips, squeezing the soft flesh, while his eyes focused on the length that was exposed under your belly, making him grunt and sputter, passing his fingers with each thrust of your cunt. on him, drooling the thick length inside you - he was addicted, the vision of filling you up completely, and seeing you feeling pleasure with him slamming the fat head of his dick repeatedly into your sweet spot, made the big guy cum without warning someone, filling you with cum, with hard thrusts and even bordering on pain with so much pleasure, like a thin line of desire.

"-Ah- fuck, I'm going to fill you up... C-cuming-" he screamed as he emptied his thick and viscous contents into you, the sensation was overwhelming, leaving you with even more volume in the uterus, even with him slowly leaving you.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[improvewithtutorials]

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[iniro]

HII i love your art so much. do you think you'd ever consider making an anatomy pdf? i love your other books so much and thats the one thing i struggle most with but your anatomy is so good

hello!! currently there aren't any plans for an anatomy pdf, but i can direct you to some resources that have helped me study anatomy over the years!

Sinix Design - has a playlist of quick, useful anatomy tips for different body parts like hands, knees, the skull, etc.

Posemaniacs - royalty free moveable 3D model poses, adjustable camera angles. great for studying poses at different angles!

Sketchfab - site with a wide variety of 3D models/objects/etc. many models are available for commercial usage but def check the license individually if you're planning on using it for anything.

Adorkastock - stock photos are great references in general! this one has a timer you can set to draw for each pose, useful for practicing gesture. is under creative commons, meaning you can use the poses commercially as long as it's credited.

Pose Search - you pick a body part, pose the 3D model on the left, and it automatically searches up image references of that pose for you. super useful for when you can't find ref pics of that very specific pose you want.

Comparing Heights - not exactly anatomy related, but it's a tool that lets you see the difference between two heights you put in ( a necessity for me when i create ocs lol)

[punkitt-is-here]

How did you learn to draw fat bodies but still keep it cartoony? I love how you draw different types of bodies and make them all seem normal instead of certain body types sticking out like a sore thumb next to others. I struggle to draw fat bodies without it looking weird with the rest of my art. Do you have a specific tutorial you followed or something?

This is a really good question! I'm glad you like my depictions of different body types, i worked really hard to get better at that so im happy folks enjoy em!! I didn't actually learn from a book or tutorial, it was mostly looking at fat bodies IRL and learning to incorporate those features onto what I already drew. As it turns out, we're all human, so if you understand the anatomy enough to draw a skinny person, you have the tools to understand the anatomy of a fat person.

So, like, here, this is my sketch of someone with a very average build. If I were to draw a fat body, I would still use all the basic principles I use here. One mistake I think folks run into is "isolating" parts, which can lead to things like this

which isn't necessarily bad, but if its not what you're going for, the issue is pretty apparent. Weight affects ALL of the body, not just the stomach or the face or the limbs. If you think about how that weight affects everything in tandem then you can start drawing fat bodies that work more in your style.

for this, this is the same quick sketch using the same pose and principles as the first one. but! I allowed the weight to be distributed across the body. Notice how the legs, belly, arms, etc all got thicker? The key to drawing fat bodies and making them look like they fit is allowing that weight to affect everything. without it, it just looks like you're adding on features to someone rather than considering everything at once.

my other tip is: don't be scared! things like fat arms or chins or bellies or stretch lines are not something that's bad to depict. if you want to draw fat bodies, you gotta not be scared to draw things the way they are. someone having a fat body is not bad, and you drawing that fat body is not bad either. Experiment! To me, art is about representing ideas, and the only way to get better is to experiment with how you represent those ideas. I'm by no means an expert, and I think you can also get a ton done by looking for resources aside from me, but I hope this helps, and have fun!!

[studioeisa]

every day is a sunday 💫 minghao x reader x vernon.

footnotes: when your biases release a song, you write the goddamn smut. ⓘ mdni. porn with no plot, mentions of female anatomy, pet names (v: 'babe', m: 'pretty', 'sweets', 'good girl'). v: riding, unprotected sex. m: exhibitionism, praise. not proofread. word count: 1.4k.

your thighs feel like they're on fire.

you've been riding vernon for the better half of the past hour, your knees pressed on either side of his thighs. between the three of you, vernon was usually the one who gave in first. there's no sign of that tonight.

your movements are getting erratic, desperate, and the two boys in the room can tell. vernon shoots you a lazy grin from underneath you, his gaze half-lidded as he merely rests his arms on the back of the couch.

"what's wrong, babe?" he practically coos. it's almost cruel, the way he's kept his hands away from you this entire time. "you're gettin' sloppy."

"vernon," you hiss, your tone edged with annoyance. your hands dart out to grasp his shoulders as you try to better control your thrusts. "can you just— please—"

vernon chuckles, the sound breathless and low. "please what?" he taunts.

"hansol."

vernon's gaze flicks past you.

you can't see him, but you can imagine how minghao looks from where he's seated across the room. one leg over the other; arms crossed over his chest. that clench of his jaw.

"what?" vernon huffs, the word practically whined out as you punish him with an intentional roll of your hips. "i was just asking."

"you're being mean," minghao accuses.

when you hear the sound of minghao's chair scratching backward, you could almost cry with relief. you're not sure, yet, what reprieve the other man might offer; the mere thought of it coming is victory in itself.

you keep your stuttering pace on vernon, your cunt fluttering around his dick in a way that usually has him finishing quick. but he's just a little bit distracted, caught between muffling his moans and watching minghao approach.

when you feel minghao's lithe fingers press into your ass, you let out a low whimper.

"need some help, pretty?" minghao asks, his voice deceptively soft and sweet for what he's offering. his words are barely above a murmur, spoken as he presses his chest to your back.

you give a jerky nod of your head, your body still moving mostly on its own volition in your pursuit of getting vernon to finish. all the while, the boy below you looks like he's holding his breath, his hands now clenching at the couch cushions.

"please," you breathe. "please, hao."

"so polite," minghao teases, but he's already maneuvering to get a better hold of you. you pause to hold yourself up by your shaky knees. vernon's cock slips out of you, the leaking head just barely pressed into your entrance.

once minghao's a little more certain with his hand placement, he wastes no time.

minghao practically pushes you down onto vernon. your greedy cunt swallows him right up, his tip sliding straight home into one of your sensitive spots.

you gasp. vernon lets out a keening whine.

minghao lifts you up then thrusts you back down until vernon's dick is spearing you once again. you try— you really, really do— to match minghao's pace, but he seems dead set on manhandling you like you're nothing more than a doll that's meant to get vernon off.

vernon's knuckles are white where they're against the cushions. his head is thrown back against the back of the couch as minghao works you down onto him with brutal efficiency.

"fuck," vernon gasps, his chest begin to heave. "that's so— fuck—"

minghao drops you back down onto vernon's lap with punishing sharpness. you feel vernon fill you up, the sensation of which draws a moan from you.

"you were taking your time," minghao grouses. "and i was feeling a little more impatient than usual."

despite your fucked out state, you vaguely register the feel of minghao's clothed hardness pressing behind you. you arch your back enough to give the other boy some friction.

minghao responds with a soft sigh. "always so considerate," he says, not once ceasing in the way he's guiding your bouncing on vernon. "but let's get hansol to finish first, hm?"

vernon's hips begin to twitch underneath you, his control slipping with every drag of his thick cock against your walls. he bucks up, a string of cusses falling from his lips.

"there it is," minghao says a little too smugly.

minghao shifts from behind you, just enough so that he can lean forward and have his lips right over your ears. you can feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin as he whispers conspiratorially, the words still loud enough for vernon to hear.

"why don't you do that thing with your pretty little pussy, sweets?" minghao prompts. "milk him dry."

somehow, you manage to nod. your body complies unquestioningly— your warm heat clenching around vernon's hardness.

"christ!"

vernon lets go of the cushions and finally touches you, his hands landing on your hips. minghao lets out a tut of disapproval.

"come on, 'sol." there's just enough unquestionable authority in minghao's words that you know vernon will comply to whatever the man commands. "reward her for being a good girl."

another lift, another thrust. vernon's teeth sink into his lower lip as one of his shaking hands delves between your bodies, finding your clit. he begins to draw tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, his own movements uncoordinated with the pace that minghao has set.

your breathing grows more ragged, the onslaught of sensations beginning to take its toll.

vernon's cock, twitching inside you with every buck of his hips. minghao's guidance, which has now gotten faster to meet vernon's impending climax.

"doing so well for us," minghao tells you, his fingers pressing just a little tighter against your skin. you can just imagine what he's seeing— the way your tits bounce, the way vernon's throbbing dick is completely sheathed, the way the pair of you look so, so gone.

"hao," you choke out.

vernon pinches your clit, drawing out a surprised moan from you.

"don't moan his name while you're fucking me," vernon chides, his voice hoarse. "you'll have time for that later."

the thought of that, of a later, makes you dizzy. you give a whimper at the warning before practically slumping against minghao, giving him more carte blanche to move you as he deems fit.

whether or not he cares to admit it, minghao is beginning to get a little desperate, too. his hold on you slips for a brief moment and he lets out an annoyed huff before grasping your ass even tighter.

he knows he has to get the two of you to finish soon if he wants to have any fun himself.

minghao presses you down again, leaning forward until his teeth have caught on your earlobe. your breath hitches in your throat and even vernon groans, knowing what's about to hit.

"need you to come for me, pretty. can you do that?" minghao murmurs. "he's not gonna finish 'till you do, and i really want some of that pussy for myself. i've been dreaming of fucking his cum right back into you, sweets. wanna make a mess of you—"

the absolute filth of minghao's words sends you careening over the edge, your orgasm temporarily blindsiding you. your walls flutter around vernon, so tight that it's almost like you're pushing him out.

minghao holds your body up as waves of pleasure wash over you. vernon has absolutely given up on all pretenses of being cool at this point, his hips ramming up against yours as he abuses the tightness of your cunt.

vernon climaxes with a drawn out whine of your name. his release spurts into you, overflowing enough that there's a rim of white at your entrance as his thrusts grow weaker.

you can feel the gentle press of minghao's lips against the top of your head.

"such a good girl," minghao says, his hands moving up and down your arms as he settles you just enough so that vernon is bottomed out, stemming his own cum.

you lean against vernon's heaving chest. he reaches up to shakily run his fingers through your hair. "what he said," vernon breathes, and you huff out a laugh.

you're still catching your breath when you hear the unmistakable sound of minghao's belt clinking off.

you finally deign to glance at him, and you're treated to the sight of his lips curling into a smirk around his next two words.

"my turn."

[jesuistrestriste]

https://www.tumblr.com/jesuistrestriste/785761202958680064/i-sent-in-the-thing-about-interchangeable-dicks

what about scissoring with the ken doll mound hmmmmmmm

cw (18+) : switch (sub-leaning) android!art, switch (dom-leaning) afab!reader, skin-to-skin humping, art has ken doll anatomy down there, “scissoring” with robo art

“like this?” he shudders, shaking on the elbows that keep his upper half propped up opposite you, “is this right?”

you tip your head back when he shifts, his left leg on top of your right one and his right one under your left one—slotting your bodies together perfectly so that your naked arousals finally meet and press, a moan spilling from your wet lips.

“god, y-yeah.. that’s good, just hold that for a second.. let me try to—“

you grip one of his calves, nails digging into his artificial flesh as you attempt to get even closer. for a moment, you almost worry about breaking the skin there and causing his cobalt blood to seep out from the crescent-shaped marks that would surely be left behind, but you’re far too blissed-out to remain concerned with that for long.. and anyway, he can’t feel pain.

he does feel your grip tighten, though. he sucks in a quick breath of air at the pressure before his hips jump and cause his mound to smush further against your own. the warmth of his skin is crushing, all-consuming, and you feel his silicone-like anatomy become slick with your wetness. the vacant port that can be used to attach optional appendages at the very top of his pubic region bumps your swollen clit repeatedly. it stings pleasantly, like the throb of a fever, and sends a burning ache through you that you’ve never quite felt before; it’s like you’re being kissed all over from the inside-out.

“ohh—!” he whines involuntarily, his eyes fluttering. his hands curl in the sheets as he begins to realize what he’s supposed to do. each roll of his pelvis against yours elicits lewd, squelching noises from where you two connect, the friction beginning to quickly build a tidal wave of pleasure in your gut. you tense up. your back arches. you let him service you.

he can handle it, you’re sure of that. it’s what he was made for.

“is this how it works? i’m—haah—supposed to move like this, right? i—“ art swallows around a whimper when his body reflexively curls inward and then relaxes with the mounting heat in his systems. the words die on his lolling tongue. he’s ‘orgasmed’ before, many times now that he’s figured out how to work his accidentally (and intentionally) engineered erogenous zones with you, but this one feels.. different. there’s something primal about the sudden instinct he has to rut against your cunt like he’s nothing more than a depraved animal—when in reality, he’s anything but. he knows he shouldn’t be able to perform this sort of intimate act with you and get anything from it, it’s not really a part of his programming to receive, but oh wow.. he’s never felt so happy about the prospect of his imminent deviation..

the LED ring on his temple flicks from blue to red.

you nod, releasing your grasp on his limb to mimic his actions and tug at the bedding underneath your sticky body. in the midst of your panting, you get a good look at the android in front of you. his eyes squeezed shut, and his lips parted deliriously, and his muscly abdomen convulsing, and his thighs beginning to quake against yours. how could a being made from metal and plastic and polymer look so human in the throes of ecstasy? it makes your toes curl while you watch him frantically chase his climax. you wonder if he even knows how amazing he is.

“fuck,” you gasp, the coil in your stomach pulling taut like a stretched rubber band, about to snap and spill over, “fuck, fuck, fuck—don’t stop, don’t stop, i’m going to come..!”

your head is spinning like you’re tipsy. you see art’s face crumple with what you can only assume is mutual agony. he rubs himself against you quicker, sloppier, losing his rhythm in record-time as he feels the metal ring of his empty port, and the sensitive hill housing it, swirl with sensation.

more, more, more, almost, almost, almost..!

something about those warning words coming from your mouth always send art into a spiral. he mewls at first, like he’s in pain, and then he’s crying out desperately; it trails off into something staticky and unlike him near the end—no longer indicative of the reserved, calm, kind robot you got to know, him now dissolving into something borderline pornographic and crude. you want to stick your fingers in his mouth and play with his false spit. you want to watch the way his eyes roll back as you fiddle with the back of his throat, the absence of a gag reflex making it easy to feel it tighten around your digits. he’d love that. maybe next time. right now, you’re about to tip into something dangerously close to death.

“i’m so close,” he beats you to the punch with a sharp and urgent whine, pulling out a phrase he learned from you, a signal to declare his descent into the welcoming bath of release, “i’m close, can i come yet?”

it’s easy to say yes, easy to nod and groan and whimper along with him. you’re certain that you will not be a mere second behind him.

“yes—come with me, come for me, i don’t care, i just want to feel you let go,” you seize up, teetering, your frame locking and nearly vibrating, “i’m right here with you—“

his right hand flies up; he groans gutturally as he searches blindly for something that takes a moment to articulate. his cognitive systems are short-circuiting. they usually do when he’s a hair’s breadth away from it all.

“hold my hand? please? hold my—m-my—ha-hand, please—“

your fingers are interlocking with his instantly, and he squeezes like he’s being pulled apart. he humps you like a rabbit. it’s incapacitating.

“shit!” you squeal.

“aaagh!” he keens, “put your finger in my—“

he doesn’t even have to finish the sentence before your free index finger is plunging into the port and pressing into an exposed bit of wiring hidden inside. the metal is scorching, it almost sizzles against your skin, but you hardly perceive it.

and that’s all it takes, truly.

he breaks.

his entire lower body bears down against your own as his electronic insides fire overwhelmingly with an orgasm that is almost powerful enough to forcefully shut him down. he lets out a long, wet, jagged wail that morphs into a sob and a yelp when he feels your fluids squirt over him, and it only fuels his rapture.

your own finish syncs with his, tethered by his aggressive movements, your bundle of nerves being viciously rubbed up and down. you feel yourself pulse and contract with every thrum of it. the synthetic skin of the hand of his that’s holding yours begins to deactivate from how tightly he clutches you there, and you watch through your low lashes as pretty, white chassis is revealed. you love when that happens because it really just means he’s feeling too good to stop it.

“i’m coming!”

“me too—“

“don’t fucking stop..!”

“everything’s happening, i feel so—i can’t, i can’t, i can’t—“

you both writhe against one another until the nice feelings border on painful from overstimulation. your digit slides out of his opening and lazily drags over his spent mound, which makes him twitch and whimper. the sound of your bodies collapsing back down into the mattress, accompanied by the dual, greedy intake of oxygen, signifies that the satisfaction is shared. your hands slip apart, but it’s okay because you’re both still intensely aware of the others’ presence. you need each other right now, that’s how it always is after sex.

his white fingertips—synth-skin still deactivated—play absentmindedly with yours. he seeks out your comfort; a shiver runs down your spine.

“i think i came really hard,” he breaks the verbal silence, his voice barely above an exhausted whisper, “did it look like i did?”

art always wants some confirmation after you two get physical that you liked what you saw. he prides himself on being nice for you to look at, and loves that his appearance helps you get off.

how could it not when he always looks so gorgeously indecent?

you laugh breathlessly.

“yeah.. looked like you did. did it look like i did?”

a contemplative hum leaves his heaving chest. a blonde ringlet of hair clings to his flushed face.

“i.. i’m sorry, i think i was too—.. i think my eyes were closed too tight.. i wanted to see you, but everything just went dark and..” he bites at his bottom lip.

the sound of his internal fans going makes you laugh again. you brush your nails against his wrist.

“i’m just teasing, it’s okay.”

“.. okay.”

a long beat of quiet passes, but there’s not even an ounce of unease between you.

“how do you feel?” you murmur.

“good, yeah. really good.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

another beat. he gently squeezes your fingers in his, sucking in a soft gasp.

“i think i might need to reboot.”

a third, affectionate burst of laughter is all that he hears before his eyes close peacefully, letting him melt into the afterglow. you know he’ll be back online the moment you try to slip out of bed.

that’s just how he is.

and he’s perfect.

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[nanaslutt]

thinkin abt monster cock toji talkin u through takin his dick…..

contains: size kink heh, use of female anatomy :p, dirty talk ofc, big dick toji idk take whatever this is

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“t-toji” you whine, pouting as you stare at his intimidating and flushed cock. you look up at him through your lashes when he puts his hand on ur cheek and caresses your face “i know princess, i knoww.”

he grabs himself with a large hand and starts rubbing himself slowly, biting his lip as he stares at the place where your dripping, the place he’s about to absolutely ruin.

“s not gunna fit toji..” you whine reaching up to grab at his wrist as you lean into his big palm.

“ya scared?” he’s trying not to smirk at your worried expression as you watch him rub his angry tip against your pussy but you just look soooo cute.

your eyes flutter shut and your mouth opens in a moan as he makes the head of his cock kiss your pretty clit. “yer gonna take it all right?” he moves his hand to your neck, squeezing gently making you look up at him.

your pout deepens and you hold onto his wrist with both hands now for support, “‘m gunna take it” you whisper

“such a sweet little girl for me” he pulls you in by your neck, making your lips meet in a messy kiss as he hums against your lips, catching his tip on your hole as he slowly starts pushing his mushroom tip in.

“mmph!! t-toji, oh my godd.” you pull away from his lips to throw your head back, “oh good fucking girl fuckk” he bites his lip chest swelling with pride when he sees you squeeze your eyes shut as tears start to gather by your lashes.

he abandons the hand on your neck, and brings both up to cradle your face, pressing his forhead against yours “‘s fucking tight, pussy feels so good baby, doin ‘s good for me almost there baby” he lies, ur pussy just finished swallowing up his tip but he knew the lie would make you feel better

“hurts t-toji it hurts” you force out, words getting interrupted by your whines

“i know princess but yer doin so good for me yeah?” he lets you tip your head back again moving a hand to your hips and a heavy hand to your clit where he rubs slow tight circles there

“ffuuuck” your jaw drops eyes still squeezed shut as you tighten up on his dick. “feel better when i rub yer little clit like this? jus squeezed me so fucking tight”

hes clenching his jaw feeling like a teenager as he tries his best not to bust before hes even inside “m gonna give you the rest real quick, n the pain will all go away that sound good baby?” he asks rubbing his thumb against ur hip and quickening the pace of his thumb on ur clit

“yesyesyes give it to me please toji i need it please” you babble out, hes so proud of you, looking at you with so much love he swears if he wasn’t in such a compromising position he would get on one knee and propose right now

“such a good girl for me you know that baby? always spoilin’ me.” he kisses as your cheeks, wet with tears “deserve it ‘s much” you whine out.

at that he thrusts in the rest of his cock to the hilt as he stills, heavy balls pressed against your ass, your head snaps forward “oh my god ‘s deep, feel it in my fucking guts toji.” you look at where your connected and place your hand on your womb, where his dick makes a bulge through ur tummy

“god you took that so well, love you so much so so much.” he peppers your face with kisses as you cling onto his back n repeat over and over how much you love him too

idk how to end this shit, this has just been in my brain i had to share~

[interruptedtrance]

Beach sex (franco x reader x oscar)

Smut; 18+

word count: 1.1k

Contains: franco and reader being in an established relationship, nicknames (amor), bj (oscar receiving), female anatomy, dom oscar, dom franco, mostly free use, swallowing

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“I wanna learn spanish just to understand your interviews cause apparently you’re really funny” oscars stated making franco awkwardly laugh and blush a bit.

after the interview franco made sure to catch oscar while he is alone, “you know, you could join my partner and i later on the beach, just so you can see how fun i can be”, making the australians eyes widen in return.

“sure” he tried playing it off nonchalantly even though on the inside his nerves were killing him.

“i’ll see you later oscar” franco spoke while slowly turning away and making his way back to the alpine garage where his partner is waiting for him.

oscars thoughts running wild, what if he makes a fool of himself, what if he says something wrong and makes franco hate him, he takes a deep breath, and mumbles to himself “i’ve said i’ll be there, so i have to show up”. feeling a bit calmer he continues to his next duties.

“hey amor” franco quickly strides over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, making you automatically wrap around his neck.

“what, why are you grinning like that?” you smile back at him.

he leans in closer to you, your foreheads meeting, “oscar will join us late” he admits. making your smile widen, moving your head away from him, “i swear, i’ve asked him and he said he will be there”

kissing his lips, you mumble a thanks to him, “i didn’t expect him to agree, like ever”

“i used some of my argentinian charm”

“franco colapinto, you are a flirt”

“Aaaah, i’m not”

time skip

“do you think he will show up?” you question franco after glancing at your phone seeing he is running late.

“it’s not like him to no-show” franco comforts you, by running his hand across your arm.

“i mean, we can start without him, and he can join in when he comes” franco softly whispers, gently nipping your earlobe, making you shudder in return.

turning your head to him, you tenderly connect your lips, franco now grabbing your hips and lifting you on to his lap like you weigh nothing. you hear someone clearing your throat behind you, already thinking you were caught, you sheepishly turn around to face the person.

meeting oscars gaze, “i see you have already started without me”, he laughs.

a whimper making its way past your lips, “you made me think we got caught” franco squeezed your ass, making your attention return to him, “what?”

“come oscar sit down with us” franco invites, you make your way off his lap to sit in the middle. without any hesitation oscar sits down next to you, you delicately trace your hand up to his tight. carefully making your way on your hands and knees so you are eye level with the australian.

softly you move your hand further up his thigh, now your palm is resting over his clothed cock, where with each second you feel him getting harder and harder. “can i?” you hint, making oscar nod in return, lightly you shift your weight back to both of your arms and lower yourself from your palms to your elbows so you can, delicately unzip his pants, and take his cock out.

oscars eyes watching what your hands are doing, like he is in a trance. softly you bring your lips to his tip, and give it a quick peck pulling away all at once, you whine to franco, “can you please join?” you say pouting a bit.

making franco move from his spot, where he had front row tickets to his amor sucking off another man. “oscar you can be a bit rougher with me, here hold my hair” you said, bringing his hand to your hair so he can hold it in a makeshift ponytail. gently you move your lips back to his cock, once you feel franco behind you.

while you are trying to be good for oscar, and keep your rhythm, francos teasing it getting to you. carefully you pull your lips off, making oscar groan in the process, and you moan from the pleasure franco is giving you by teasing your clit through the fabric of your shorts.

“franco please” you whimper, reaching your limit, without hesitation he pulls down your clothing, and teasingly runs his cock through your wet folds.

you feel oscars grip tighten on your hair, pulling your head back to his cock, “did i tell you to stop?”, without answering you wrap your lips back around his member, taking his full length into your mouth. with a swift pace you bob your head up and down his shaft, making sure you pay close attention to the slit at the back of his head, gently caressing it with your tongue.

while you are focused on pleasuring oscar you almost completely forgot about franco behind you, who was prepping you to take all of him. suddenly you feel your boyfriend bottoming out in you, making you moan around the australian, your eyes watering a bit.

the pleasure hitting you all at once, oscar pulling your hair, making your head bob up and down, franco thrusting at an ungodly pace and circling your clit. with both of the men using you however they like, you reach your high quickly, you squeeze oscars thighs letting him know you are close.

“awww, are you close, i don’t know if you can cum, why don’t we ask franco”

“you can cum, when we finish” francos words making you whine around oscars member, “you should be happy i’m close amor”

“fuck-, so am i” oscar groans out, now laying down, he is holding your head in place and thrusting up in your mouth. oscar groans, before releasing his cum in your mouth. you open it to show him that you have swallowed all of his cum.

“cum with me amor” with those words you feel franco release in you, making your release wash over you, the waves of pleasure running through your body making you moan out. carefully, once your orgasm has washed over you, franco pulls out, swiftly, pulling your shorts back over you.

you lay your head in oscars lap for a moment while you catch your breath, franco now softly running his hand across your thighs, the two guys talking amongst each other.

“oscar you did pick a beautiful spot on one of the australian beaches, but my amor is way prettier"

“shut up franco” you whine in protest.

“what it's true” he argues back.

“you know, i have to agree with franco” oscars statement makes your cheeks heat up.

you speak while standing up, and looking between the two men “can we please go back to the hotel so i can rinse off the sand that has gotten everywhere? i mean both of you are invited to join me”