#im trying to practice drawing faster

[itsnicsalad]

grom lumity redraw bc my school ball was on saturday^^ second slide was from 2020

[hiyari8]

takes out drawing tablet and it takes me so much time to actually start drawing that a layer of dust forms on it

[suzakus-canon-wife]

Drawing my s/I: 2 minutes

Drawing my f/os: 6 hours minimum

[mechanicalprincette]

ettariah couples uwu

[alchemiclee]

I hate when people who have never put any effort into drawing or art tell me i'm gifted/talented at it. they often say things like "I wish I could draw/I can't even draw a straight line/I always wanted to but was never good at it"

nearly 30 years of practice and hard work with nothing to show for it is not being gifted or talented! i've always felt this way no matter what age I was

I especially think this when I see artists younger than me who have more success. they're more likely "talented" or i'd be as good and successful as them, right? be better at art than I am now with less practice and work? if I was so "talented" i'd be way better at art by now and have some kind of success, right? be able to quickly and effortlessly produce beautiful work?

I feel like art is an absolute struggle every time I do it. it doesn't come "naturally" or effortlessly. it takes me forever to finish even a simple sketch. I struggle the entire time. it's so hard. someone "talented" probably wouldn't feel this way and say art is easy. the difference between me and being "talented" is I work hard and still struggle.

[dragondoge]

why did i pick art (illustration) for my college major. im literally the slowest artist. starting to melt away trying to finish a work that was due wednesday btw.

[tobesolnelyx]

"Still panting, but already ready for round two."

So round 2 ? Shauna fucking R senseless from the bed to the bathroom, bending R over every surface to the point where R don't even have any strength to move, twist, whine or moan, just lying motionless, the cum just pour out naturally

— she keeps me up || fratboy!shauna shipman x fem!reader 🐶

a/n: arghhh i need her so bad.

summary: shauna fucks you hard. her libido is insane!

warnings: NSFW - MDNI. g!p shauna. dom!shauna. reader!receiving. smut. porn without plot.

She muffles your giggles with a fierce kiss, capturing your lips hungrily. A small sound escapes from the back of your throat when her hot, wet tongue slides into your mouth.

You’re almost certain you’re soaking through your jeans at this point.

Your hands tighten in her hair, pulling her as close as possible. She nips at your bottom lip, and her cock brushes against your inner thigh, sending a shiver down your spine.

You try to reach for her, to wrap your fingers around her length and pump, but she easily pins your wrists to the mattress with one hand.

Obviously, she’s been working out. If you asked her, she’d say it’s absolutely necessary when you’re on the soccer team, right? And the fact that her girlfriend is practically drooling over the abs? Just… a nice bonus.

You wrap your legs around her hips, trying to grind against her length—still soft from the last orgasm—but she almost painfully presses your thighs to the sheets, stopping your movement.

You whine, pouting at the loss of friction, and pull back.

“Asshole—” you start, but before you can even finish the thought, she peels your jeans and panties off in one rough move. She pins you again, grinning wickedly at the sight of your swollen, dripping cunt.

“All of this for me?” she teases, raising a brow in mock surprise. “God, you made such a mess, babe,” she shakes her head, clearly enjoying herself.

You furrow your brows, about to snap something back, but she shuts you up by shoving two fingers into your soaked pussy. She stretches you effortlessly (as if you hadn’t taken her dick a million times before) and you cry out at the sensation.

Your hand grips her forearm tightly as she pumps in and out, pushing deeper with every thrust. The room fills with your needy whines, the slick sounds of your wetness growing louder with each movement. And just as you’re finally tipping over the edge —

She stops.

“Seriously, Shipman?” you groan desperately, arching your back and bucking your hips, silently begging her to move again.

She just shrugs. You open your mouth, ready to call her a dickhead, but then she grips you and flips you onto your stomach.

She presses your face into the pillow and you whimper into the fabric, clutching the sheets so tightly your knuckles turn white.

Shauna positions herself behind you, adjusts your hips, and strokes herself a few times, smearing pre-cum along the length of her hardening cock.

“C’mon.” She teases. Her hands land on your hips—and without warning, she pushes herself deep inside you in one swift, brutal thrust. She let out a satisfied groan. “Y’know im going to make you feel good, babe.”

You moan, nearly forgetting how to breathe. Your knees give out under you, but she holds you firmly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” she groans, bottoming out inside you. She draws her hips back and drives in again, so deep you sob into the pillow, your whole body shaking.

Finally, she finds a rhythm—slow and deep at first, then faster, harder. Her cock pounds into you, already slick from your arousal. The bed creaks and slams against the wall, but neither of you care.

“Such a fucking good girl,” she breathes, sinking into you again. Her grip on your hips tightens, and she thrusts so deep you fall apart right there. You cry out her name into the pillow as you cum, juices gushing around her cock, your legs trembling helplessly.

It’s embarrassing how quickly you unravel for her.

And she’s nowhere near finished with you.

She scoops you up easily and carries you to the bathroom. She hasn’t even come yet—and you know damn well she plans to, after she ruins you completely.

She sets you down on the sink and immediately drops to her knees to bury her face between your legs. Her tongue plunges into your slick folds and you wrap your legs around her shoulders, still trembling from your last orgasm but already teetering on the edge of another.

She nips at your clit, her tongue darting quick and relentless strokes before thrusting deep inside you. You squirm, moaning shamelessly, your head falling back to thud against the mirror.

“Fuck, Shauna, I—” you gasp, your legs trembling so violently you can barely keep yourself upright on the sink. Your fingers tangle in her hair, grinding desperately against her face.

When she finally pulls back to look at you, her chin, lips, and even the tip of her nose are glistening, completely soaked in your juices.

You let out a broken moan at the sight—and then she dives back in without hesitation, burying her face in your folds again. Her tongue moves with new, ravenous energy, making you breathless, making you sob her name into the steamy bathroom air.

And when she finally adds her fingers—slipping two, then three deep inside you—it’s over.

You shatter instantly, your body arching off the sink, toes curling, a scream tearing from your throat. Holy shit, you’re so responsive for her it’s almost embarrassing.

You’re dripping, wrecked and trembling when she grabs you again—like you weigh nothing—and hauls you across the apartment.

She lays you out on the kitchen table, not even pretending to be gentle anymore. Not like she doesn’t love you. She does. She just needs to shove her dick back into you.

Your skin sticks slightly to the cold surface, your thighs slick and shaking as she towers over you, stroking herself slowly, teasing, making sure you see just how hard she is. And Jesus — her cock looks like on the edge of exploding.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, voice thick with lust. “Fucking perfect and so good for me.”

She pushes your knees apart, lining herself up—and with one rough thrust, she’s inside you again, knocking all the air from your lungs.

The table creaks under you as she sets a brutal rhythm, fucking into you with sharp, deep strokes that leave you gasping and helpless beneath her. Her balls slams against your entrance.

Her hands clamp down on your hips to hold you still, bruising in the best possible way and she watches you fall apart over and over again—your body offered up completely for her.

She finally cums with a deep, guttural groan, burying herself as deep as she can and flooding your insides with thick, hot spurts of cum.

She growls low in her throat at the sight of you—spread out across the table, completely wrecked. A single tear slips from the corner of your eye, sliding down your cheek, and you don’t even have the strength to moan, whimper, or speak.

Your voice is ruined just like the rest of you.

Her cum drips lazily out of your puffy stretched cunt, trailing down your thighs, smearing the wood beneath you. You’re nothing but a trembling, hot mess—fucked out in every possible way.

And judging by the way she smiles—slow, cocky, stroking her dick lazily as she watches her cum leak from you hole—?

She’s still not done.

[witherby]

we NEED more mermaid and damian content 😔🙏

(i dont know if ur accepting requests but maybe we could get a glimpse of Jon? its fine if not!! just a silly thought!!🫶🫶)

ANYWAYS I LOVE UR WRITING (and im new to ur blogs 😿)

I haven't read any of the comics... Jon is the kind one and Kon/Con is the bad boy with the attitude, right? I sure hope so, but if he isn't, then it's an AU, take it with a grain of salt! Haha.

Here's your "glimpse" of Jon 😈

Human!Damian x Mer!Reader, part 6!

The Masterlist is here!

You're awoken from your sleep by a familiar disturbance in the water.

Swish, swish, swish. Swish, swish, swish.

You bump harshly into the sides of your castle spire as you practically claw your way out, long tail unfurling as you get free, and you propel yourself eagerly towards the top floor where the opening to your tank is located. You're a blur in the water, stirring up the aquatic fauna and creating ripples from how fast you're going. You barely pay it any mind, too overjoyed by the presence of a person you didn't think you'd get to see again.

Your sense of time is shaky, especially after breaking your own routines in the wake of your separation from Damian, but you'd know that summons from anywhere. You could feel its disturbance from a mile away.

Did he miss you as much as you missed him? You hope so. Oh, you can't wait to be reunited!

You break the surface with a happy trill, arms extended to embrace your favorite caretaker, and flop over the lip of the tank with him in a tangle of limbs. Your arms encircle his shoulders, webbed fingers skittering against the familiar texture of the wetsuit, and you nuzzle into a head of black hair with a coo.

He's here! He's here, he's back, he's finally with you again! You're so happy —

"Ah — whoa! It worked! I can't believe it!"

You stiffen, eyes snapping open as you process that voice.

That's not what Damian sounds like.

When you take in more details, you come to understand the mistake you made faster and faster. The shoulders you're hugging are too broad. The hair you're nuzzling is too long. The wetsuit you're touching is a different color. The caretaker you're holding is too tall.

You draw back, chittering, and stare at soft, blue eyes, instead of your favorite glittering green.

"Hi!" The boy greets cheerfully. "I'm Jon Kent, your new primary — wait, no, waitwaitwaitwait!!"

You push yourself away from him and turn to get back into the water, but a pair of arms around your waist halts your progress. You snap your teeth threateningly, and the land creature at least has the decency to look chagrined. He's lucky you're too hungry and tired to put up much of a fight at the moment.

"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you," he insists. "Look, look — I brought you a bucket of food, and I grabbed you some new puzzles and toys, and I'm in a wetsuit! Bruce told me you know what that word means, because you used to swim with Damian."

You elbow Jon roughly in the stomach. He groans, but continues to hold you. There's not enough of your tail currently in the water to slip away, either. You hiss, annoyed.

"Please," the boy insists, "give me one chance! We don't have to be best friends, but you need care. You're underweight, you're overtired, and my dad says you need those patches on your tail looked at. My job is to help. I just want to help you."

Jon tugs you close, mindful to stay out of swiping range of your claws, and rests his chin on top of your head.

"One swim. I won't touch you anymore, either. Let me at least pop into your tank to clean up the discarded food and straighten up the place, okay? Just one swim together. Deal?"

You squirm and wriggle, snapping your teeth a few more times to try and slip out of his grasp. Unfortunately, Jon is stronger than he looks, and you really are overtired. The fight doesn't last much longer before you're slumped against him and panting slightly.

"Please," he murmurs again, using your name to get your attention. The fins on the sides of your head twitch, and you finally weigh your options.

A long amount of time has passed. When you see Damian walking people through the tunnels under your tank, he no longer looks at you. You are exhausted, and bored, and lonely. You miss him terribly.

You have caretakers. They are not Damian, but there are still people that come to see you and maintain your home. Jon wants to be one of those people.

You do not have to like Jon, but he has offered to play with you and look after you like Damian once did. You don't want a new playmate, but...

Maybe...maybe it will be okay. Your heart yearns for Damian, but you can nurse that particular wound yourself while letting others tend to the physical injuries. You can allow someone else to occupy your time, as long as you don't get too attached lest they, too, get dragged away from you.

Was that the problem? Was Damian taken away because you wanted him to be your life partner? Would you be able to maintain a bond with someone else as long as you remained unmated?

Jon gently calls your name again. His grip has gone slack around your waist.

"Can we be friends? Or at least cordial?" He asks you, very patiently. "Pretty please? With sprinkles on — you're a mer, you can't have sprinkles — uhhh, with fish flakes on top?"

Hmm. This new caretaker is a little bit stupid, but he's got the spirit.

Fine.

Your shoulders slump, and you hum and turn towards the bucket he set a few feet away. Jon perks up immediately.

"Really!? Thank you! Thank you so much, oh, you have no idea what a relief this is!"

He lets you go and you shimmy back into the water, leaving your head above the surface as he grabs the bucket and holds it out to you.

"Here you go. If you want more, I brought two. You can have as much as you want, I promise!"

Your eyes dart towards the doors, where you watched Bruce take your favorite person away, where there is no sign of his return, then they flicker back to Jon, and you take the bucket.

Everything will be fine. It won't be the same, but it will be fine.

--

Damian makes his way stealthily through the halls. The other staff members know he's not supposed to get near your tank, and if they caught him now, the jig would be up.

Luckily for him, the other staff are all idiots, so when he finally makes it to the door and swipes his father's pilfered key, the lock clicks apart and he waltzes inside your enclosure with a grin.

"Princ —" he starts to call, only for the rest of his sentence to get caught in his throat.

He watches Jon Kent, the new caretaker, adjust his wetsuit and put a rebreather on, then jump into the water where you're spinning around in cheerful circles to play with him. He watches Jon carefully spin with you, then get dragged further into the tank with your hand on his wrist. He watches a gentle smile paint your face before you swim too far down for him to see you anymore.

It took months of work for Damian to build that level of trust with you. Months. And this moronic, gap-toothed, clumsy little plebian had come in and done it in two measly weeks? Was he that skilled of a Mer caretaker?

Damian leans against the wall when his knees threaten to buckle, feeling sick.

No. Maybe he wasn't an expert handler. Maybe you just liked Jon more.

Damian was aware of his decidedly "prickly" personality, and for the most part it suited him just fine. You certainly didn't seem to mind, especially after warming up to him. Was there any warm up at all, with Jon? Or did his winning smile and people-pleasing attitude charm you instantly?

Would you eventually give him some of your scales, too?

It doesn't matter, he thinks, quickly stumbling back out of the room with a thundering pulse and burning eyes. He's seen the joy on your face. His misguided sense of importance, of thinking you needed Damian in order to be happy, of thinking he meant just as much to you as you did to him, was clearly wrong.

You'll be just fine.

[tteokdoroki]

yuuta is rly good at fingering u with his long pretty fingers don't @ me 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. smut, fingering, praise kink, edging, afab!reader.

im going to scream and cry !!! yuuta is the type to draw out your pleasure — there’s nothing he loves more than seeing you feel good. it helps him get off faster when your back arches off of his sticky chest and your face is hot or teary eyed. when there’s salt on your skin and your thighs are quivering either side of his lap. his hard cock pressed against the curve of your ass.

yuuta doesn’t even need to get off, he’ll rut against you while you squirm and whimper against his thighs, your head thrown back against his shoulder because you can’t control your pathetic moans.

“do it for me baby, you can cum for me.” his fingers are skilled against your hot cunt, working you open like it’s nothing. he’s able to reach the deepest parts of you when you’re strapped against his lap my his strong arms — finger tips brushing up against your wet walls eagerly. “come on, i know you have it in you… you just can’t help but want to be good for me. you wanna let me see it.” he drawls, breath wet and hot as it cascades over the back of your neck.

he whines almost impatiently, dragging his thumb over your swollen clit in rough shapes. yuuta is mean with his fingers too, just when you think you’re about to hit release. your insides are gooey and pliant around his digits as they rapidly pump into you, hardly giving you a break from the heavy pleasure building up in your lower tummy, and then he stops.

if you whimper and cry about it, yuuta only giggles sweetly — his voice full of amusement as his slender fingers slowly pull out of you. “oh look at you, you’re so fucking wet. s’a wonder you haven’t cum yet, gorgeous.” you can practically feel his grin against the shell of your ear, your hole embarrassingly clenching around nothing. “my poor baby, don’t you want it so bad?”

one second you’re begging, pleading and clawing at yuuta’s hand to stop edging you, for something more — the next he’s bringing a hand down to slap your achingly desperate mound and chuckling breathily at the way your entire body jolts against him, your juices splashing about the place. “do you think you can take more of me? i think you can. it’s cute, how you’re always so eager for me.”

please, then he’s easing three fingers (instead of two) past your sopping entrance, moaning lightly and condescendingly along with you as you struggle to take him. “there we go, i knew you could do it, angel.” yuuta mumbles sweetly, contrasting with the way he so harshly finger fucks you — bearing down harshly on that gummy spot that knocks you over the edge of euphoria. “there it is, my baby’s special spot. that’s where you feel it most, right?”

you’re nodding along dumbly and before you know it, your release is streaming out of you and over his fingers like an erotic river, blood rushing through your ears and a scream of his name tearing in your throat.

but yuuta’s far from done, fucking his long fingers back into you and smearing your orgasm all over your puffy folds.

“i knew you could do it,” he says, his praised coated in a salacious tone that tells you that you’re in danger. “now let’s try that again, shall we? but this time, you’ll take more of me.”

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[dollfacefantasy]

Ddlg Chris, this, ddlg Leon that... They're good, but mommy Ada is what im looking forrrrrrr (I already KNOW you'll get me kennykins)

mhm i'm picking up what you're putting down hehe

ada wong x fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, mommy kink, thigh riding

tags: @nexysworld @d10nyx @pupthepokemonenthusiast

"Come closer for me, babydoll," Ada purrs as she guides you across the couch into her lap.

Her plush lips meet yours in a series of soft kisses. Soft fingertips glide over your thighs to your hips. The swell of her chest pushes against yours. She's all you can smell, and it's absolutely intoxicating.

The two of you had been lounging around the house, both not wearing much to start with. Fortunate for you, only wearing panties on your lower half makes the rush of pleasure that much more intense when you roll your hips down on her leg.

She huffs out a laugh and pulls back a bit, taking in the sight of your swollen, wet lips.

"Greedy girl," she coos teasingly, coasting her thumb under your chin, "Wanting more already?"

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you nod.

"Yeah? You'll need to use your words for me then, baby," she says.

"I want more," you say softly, eyes timid as they connect with hers.

"I already know you want more," she taunts. Her hand sweeps back down to squeeze your waist in tandem with her other one. "You can beg for me better than that."

A whine falls from your lips, but that doesn't cut it. "P-please," you begin, "I wanna feel good."

Her smile grows, but she doesn't say anything to imply you've satisfied her command.

"I wanna be good for you. However you want. Please?" you continue.

"Please what?" she asks in response to your pathetic display.

How could you have forgotten the magic word?

"Please mommy?" you whimper.

"My smart girl," she says, her voice low and seductive.

She pulls you closer on her lap and adjust you so only one of her thighs is slotted between your legs. You get a few more kisses as she pulls you down on it.

"I think I need to teach you some self-sufficiency so I don't have to coax everything out of you," she whispers against your mouth, "I want you to make yourself cum."

Your eyes blink open. You whine softly and reach for her hand, wanting her to make you cum instead.

"Ah ah," she tuts, "Maybe later if you put on a good show for me."

The promise of her hands on you later was enough to convince you to start rolling your hips like you'd been doing before. You grind yourself down against her thigh, letting your clit drag against her.

"C'mon. You're a big girl. You can do better," she teases and leans back. Her hands remain on your hips, giving you little guidance. "I can feel how wet you are. I know you want to move faster."

So you do. As was typical in your relationship with Ada, she spoke it and you obeyed her words as if they were enchanted. Your hips rut against her, displaying an accurate representation of the passion inside her. You moan and your head tilts back as the pleasure blooms within you.

"There you go," she coos, "Such a good girl for mommy, doing what your told. I suppose this is pretty natural for you. Like a needy puppy in heat."

You gasp, feeling your face heat up. In your present condition, words weren't an option. Your mind had been reduced down to a haze of need and desire. All you can do is lean forward and bury yourself in the crook of her neck. Your hips keep rocking the whole time.

"My baby," she chuckles. Her hands slide around to your back and rub it soothingly as if trying to calm you down. You pant against her smooth skin, nuzzling it like an affectionate puppy.

"Feels so good," you whimper, practically drooling on her throat.

"I can tell," she says.

Her palms leave your back and snake between your two bodies to fondle your breasts. The sensation draws more mewls from you and makes you hump her leg faster, chasing that blissful edge that was just in reach.

"Mommy," you whine, "Can I cum soon?"

"Look at you, actually remembering to ask for permission," she praises and plants a kiss on the side of your head.

"Can I?" you whine again with desperation. You had asked in advanced because you knew she would draw this out, but the brink of ecstasy was still quickly approaching.

"Look me in the eyes when you ask," she says.

You force yourself up and look into her eyes.

"Mommy, can I please cum?" you say, making sure to include any words she could tack on to make you ask again.

"Can I?" she mocks.

"May I? Fuck," you whimper. Your hips sputter as your release is impending.

"Yes," she says with a small laugh, finally permitting you to topple over the edge.

You come apart on top of her, bucking your hips wildly as euphoria crashes over you. Your head returns to its spot against her neck. You ride out the pleasure until it dwindles down to a fizzle.

When you're done, she guides you to look up at her, rubbing her thumb across your lips.

"Such a good girl," she coos. She then smriks, briefly dipping her thumb between your lips. "I think I offered you something if you put on a good show."

Her other hand dips into your panties.

"I'd say you've earned it."

[daenysx]

Hi love!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day, could i possibly request a sirius x fem reader where reader just had an unbelievably long day at work (im projecting uni is kicking my behind) and she comes home so worn out and extra clingy cause she needs extra love and attention from sirius and of course our pretty boy is more than happy to oblige? thank you <333

this is so relatable, thank you for requesting angel, i hope you enjoy!

sirius black x fem!reader, fluff

sirius is trying to watch a film while he waits for you at home.

well, he's trying but he's not very good at focusing on the plot today. he keeps thinking of your voice, your sad and tired tone, your fake words to convince him that you're doing okay and he doesn't need to come get you from work. he keeps staring at the screen of his laptop just to make minutes go faster, his eyes are empty when his mind is full of you.

the sound of your keys unlocking the door makes him jumpy a little, he leaves the laptop on the couch to see you. your bag hangs from your shoulder, your eyes look puffy from what he can see, you don't look steady enough to move one more step. sirius frowns but he's quick to take your bag as you kick your shoes.

"welcome back, lovely." he says, quietly. you give him a worn out smile, sirius helps you with your jacket before he takes you in his arms. your hold isn't nearly as strong as his but you still hug him. he realizes you are almost ready to melt into his arms but you need a little time to do that. he brushes a quick kiss on your hair before he can see your face better.

his warm fingers push your hair back. "are you okay?"

you nod, giving him another smile. "better."

sirius supports you gently to go to the bedroom. you sit on bed as he brings you some comfy clothes. the way your eyes seem so blurry breaks his heart, he wants your spark back. he kneels in front of you and holds your hands, a kiss for each knuckle.

"can i help you change?"

you squeeze his hands. "i want to take a shower first, i think. i feel so messy like this."

he nods, stands up from his spot. "do you want me to come with you?" normally he'd ask the question teasingly, he'd smirk until you go mad but this time he's being cautious.

you nod, shyly. "but i don't think i can stay on my feet for too long."

"i'll hold you." he says. "i'll wash your hair and rub your back a bit under hot water, yeah? how does it sound, gorgeous?"

you smile and pull his face towards yourself with the last piece of strength you have. you kiss him for how sweet he's being, he wants to kiss you longer but you don't feel good enough and he knows.

sirius practically carries you to the shower, he helps you out of your clothes to get you under the hot water. he gets in with you, you lean into his chest as he holds you from your waist, his fingers are drawing circles on your skin. you make a sound that melts his heart, your muscles finally get to relax. sirius holds the back of your head to press your face on his neck. you kiss him and close your eyes, the water takes away all the stress you have from your tough day.

you think you'll fall asleep on your feet, leaning against sirius. he washes your hair and his long fingers rubbing your scalp feels perfect. he rinses the shampoo slowly, massages your shoulders with the rest of the bubbles. he cups your cheeks to see your eyes, finds them unfocused and sleepy. "come on, you lovely thing. you have to wait until we go to bed to sleep, yeah? i'll finish in a minute."

you hum, your head falls on his shoulder as you hold onto him like a koala. "i love you so much."

sirius's laugh echoes in the bathroom. "i know, baby." he says. "i love you, too. just keep your eyes open for me."

you nod, trying to do as he says. he finishes quickly just like he promises and you are out of the shower. you don't even have to move a muscle, sirius does everything for you. he doesn't say anything until he gets you nice and comfy, you feel like your heart will explode out of the amount of love you have for him.

you feel a lot better after a warm shower, you decide, the minutes spent under water clean you up in every way. you can feel the thoughts in your brain still exhaust you, but you can't have everything you want at the same time. for now, being physically clean helps a lot.

you change into the clothes sirius picked for you, one of his t-shirts and one of your little shorts. water drips from your hair and you try to use the towel to keep it a little dry. you sigh when your muscles stretch in a comforting but disturbing way.

sirius comes next to you after he finishes getting dressed himself, he stays behind as he takes the towel from your hands. he gently gathers all your hair in his hand and kisses your neck lovingly. you close your eyes, his lips feel like heaven on your skin. tilting your head back, you lean into him until he gives your another kiss.

"my poor baby." he whispers. you hum, needy for every touch. "let's brush your hair."

he does as he says, his fingers move to untangle your hair. he uses the comb after applying some oil you like, and you feel good enough to turn around when he finishes. he leaves the comb on your nightstand, his arms holding you immediately. you bury your face to his neck, the mixed smell of your shampoo and his cologne fill your senses.

"do you wanna go to bed?" he asks. "or maybe the couch?"

"the bed please." you say. he is quick to lift the covers to help you lay in bed. you can cry when you feel soft mattress under your tired body, a sound leaves your lips when you try to get comfortable.

"are you hungry, sweetheart?" sirius asks.

you shake your head. "i don't feel like eating, siri."

sirius hums, he knows he shouldn't force you. he plans a full breakfast for the morning quickly in his mind. "what about some tea, baby? the one you like that smells like berries?"

you think this option for a second, but even though the thought of a hot cup of tea sounds perfect, you don't feel good enough to sit and drink something. you extend a hand to him, he sits next to you on bed, careful eyes watching your every expression.

"maybe later." you say, a smile forming on your lips to convince him you're okay. "won't you come closer?"

sirius places himself gently in bed, right next to you. he is holding you instantly and you wrap yourself around him. his one hand starts rub your shoulder blades, and the other one goes to your hair. he kisses your head, and once more until he loses a breath.

there are voices in your head, they've been there the entire day. you were begging for some silence at some point when you called sirius but controlling your mind is not so easy. you just bury yourself closer to him like you're hiding from the world and he keeps you there. a slow teardrop falls on his neck from your eyes, your lips form a soft pout.

then the voices stop.

because now there's him talking and only him. his beautiful voice reaches your ears and you calm down easily. "it's okay." he says, his fingers are kind in your hair. "my baby's just tired, but you'll feel better. we'll stay in bed until you feel like yourself again, okay?"

you nod automatically, your lips pressed on his neck but not quite kissing. he kisses you instead, covers your forehead with fond brushes of his lips. "let's try to get some sleep, sweetheart." his voice is low. "close your eyes, pretty girl."

"sirius?"

"hmm?"

"thank you." you whisper before breathing him in and closing your eyes for sleep.

"you are so lovely, do you know that?" he blinks, tightens his arms around you. "no need for that, i'm just trying to take care of my girl."

[gnarpmster42069]

word count: 743

cw: smut, fem reader, a tiny bit angsty

a/n: yes I was a chrollo stan no im not ashamed.. a bit rushed ngl and not proofread

he wasn’t good for you. you know he wasn’t good for you. any time you would try to work it out, it ended up with you getting your feelings hurt. yet somehow, he’d always convince you to stay, even for a little bit. maybe that’s how he got you to writhe so desperately under him. 

“please..” you breathe out, drowning in the feeling of chrollo’s nose being pressed into your lower abdomen as he sucked on your clit. it had been long, torturous minutes since he first started indulging himself in you, swallowing any and every noise you let out with satisfaction. 

as if this wasn’t enough already, he slowly adds a slender finger to curl up inside of you, making you push your head further into mattress. 

“you sound so pretty.. are you getting close?” he asks, looking up at you with dark eyes that look practically blown out. he didn’t have to ask this question; he could tell from the way your thighs threatened to trap his head in between them that you wouldn’t last for much longer. you wouldn’t believe it, but he’s enjoying this way more than you are. 

you pathetically nod anyway, inaudibly pleading for any type of release that he could give you. he obeys, the finger inside of you pumping with a faster intensity than before. he refuses to take his eyes off of you, watching intently as you tighten the grip around a handful of black hair. he groans; he could cum from this sight alone.

your chest heaves as you orgasm, sweat making your hair stick to your forehead. pleasure lingers through your spine, leaving your body tingling as you slowly come down from your high. you don’t have much of a chance to recover, however, before a hand grips your waist, “lift your legs for me.”

you raise your lower body so that your ankles rested in the divot of his toned shoulders, the anklet around your right leg shining a bit in the dimly lit bedroom. you grow quietly restless as chrollo aligns himself with you, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, which makes you shudder.

“stop teasing..” you say, sounding more needy than you intended to. 

a wolfish grin spreads upon his face when he detects the desperation in your voice. “so impatient.” he pushes himself into you almost immediately before you can come up with some sort of comeback. 

you gasp when he enters you, your jaw slacked open but no sound coming out. chrollo leans over you, bringing his forehead to rest on yours as he slowly starts to fuck you. he winces. there’s nothing that can get chrollo weak, nothing like this. safe to say that he’s absolutely obsessed with you. 

it’s almost impossible not to arch your back into him when his strokes become rhythmic and fast. the room is filled with your occasional moans and curses under your breath. he brings a hand to cup your face, sitting up slightly for more leverage. “you’re so good to me, you know that?” he says, shakily. 

his constant praise makes your head reel. how could you resist something like this? 

you let out a despaired whine as chrollo extends your legs more in an attempt to push deeper into you. memorizing your body’s reactions became all the more easier every time he fucked you, but you still managed to amaze him with how good you felt. 

he leans down to capture you in a heated, lustful kiss, pressing his upper body against you. almost like instinct, your hands find its way up his back, trying your best not to draw blood from the way you’re holding onto him. chrollo doesn’t mind though. in fact, this is what pushes him closer to his inevitable climax. 

“keep going like that… you’re gonna cum with me, right?” 

you bury your face into his neck, nodding again. something about being so intimate with him made you so nervous. your breathing patterns start to match together, paired with your rocking hips, fitting together so effortlessly. 

your eyes screw shut when you orgasm for the second time, chrollo holding onto you tightly as he follows you shortly after. 

a wave of relief washes over you both, your muscles relaxing as you practically melt into each other. he wraps his arms around you, not leaving your grip just yet. it was moments like this that encouraged you to try. just one more time.

written by chloë 💟

[viperixsworld]

GUTS, luke castellan x oc

(chapter one: new kid)

summary: Arianne and Luke just existing in camp and being the it couple.

disclaimer: im in introduction mood, so sorry. im thinking of making this story a full of oneshots and not a chapter after chapter think, idk. Enjoy this!!!

Set in Percy Jackson and the Olympians E1S1

Cabin ten, home to Aphordite's children. If Barbie and a military battalion had a kid, it would be the tenth cabin on Camp Half-blood. Arianne Deveraux was named captain and head counselor of the tenth cabin the day of her sixteen birthday, and since then she had to deal with all her brothers and sisters.

Two days later, Luke Castellan asked her to accompany him to a counselor meeting.

Said counselor meeting was actually a secret, not so secret, party for older campers, that had absolutly nothing to do with the fact that Chiron was out of camp in a secret quest and Mr.D had being persuaded with coke zero.

"Come on lovie, let's have some fun"

Wasn't he charming?

Apollo kids were at some (probably stolen) dj stuff, while Castor and Pollux were serving drinks and food. And every camper at sight waves and said hello to Luke. Three years at camp, and Ari was just starting to understand how deep Luke's influence run in the campus.

"So... are you gettin me a drink or what, champ?"

"And they said you were meek" laughed the boy.

"What can i say? Looks are deceiving"

"You don't have to swear it"

Later that night, when they had to break up the party after the earlier arrival of Chiron, some Demeter kid spread the rumor that captains of cabin 10 and 11 were making out behind a tree at the bonefire.

Some months after that, it was natural to see the two of them walking aroud camp, training together or swimming at the canoe lake. Her brothers and sisters would wait in the door of cabin 10, waiting for her to arrive past the curfew just to watch them say their goodbyes until next day.

"Quick! Hide behind the curtain!"

"Mitchell, she's gonna see you"

"Shut up, Val"

Arianne just draw her palm to her face as they stayed at the front door of cabin 10, her back facing the window while Luke only bit his tongue to avoid laughing at he situation. When Ari lifted her eyes from the floor, she found Luke's eyes just looking straight to her, as if he was trying to remember every little spot of her face, as if he was about to spend so much time without seeing her.

"Guess we have public tonight".

"They being spying us the whole day, I really hope they're not that bad when monsters are around"

Luke took a step foward, and before she could say her goodnight, he grabbed her face with two hands and kissed her on the lips. It was sweet and innocent and felt like being on a Pegasus. Her heart was beating faster than being chased by a monster and she actually heard the voices of her siblings giggling and clappin their hands.

"See you tomorrow at training, lovie"

Ari opened her eyes, finding Lukes mischievous grin, who was already on his way to his cabin.

"You just gave them a show" the girl complained

"No, your face did" responded the boy.

"I hate you".

"Nah".

She waved her goodbye to her boy with a foolish smile plastered on her face and prepare herself mentally for the nightmare of children behind that pink door. So, before entering, she breathed in and out three times, and stepped inside. She found all of her siblings looking at her, grinning at her, while poorly hidden behind curtains or under blankets.

"If your not dead sleeping before the count of ten, I will personally hunt you one by one in Capture the Flag"

This being said, the children practically flew to their bunkbeds as she directed herself to the twinbed she shared with her half-sister Silena.

The black haired girl was pretending to read a Vogue magazine when Ari just threw herself on her bed.

"Stop the act, Silena. I saw you looking out the window with Mitch and Val" said the captain.

Silena just left the magazine on the nightstand and looked at her big sister. They endured this for five seconds before brusting in laughs and putting her hands over their mouths to avoid bringin the attetion of the younger.

"Is he a good kisser?"

"Silena!"

"Don't shout! A girl just wants to know, don't blame me"

"It was all right" Ari said just staring at the ceiling "He felt right, get me?". Silena just looked to her sister in admiration, a look of pure happiness.

"Got it" she responded "Ugh, I'm so jealous... wish Charlie wasn't that dense".

"Give him time... it's not an easy task falling in love with a daugther of the goddess of love".

"Says the one with a boyfriend".

"Hey! It took time too, you know? Charlie will get it, don't worry about it. And if not, you can always leave it to your big counselor sister who can give him more chores!"

Silena just pushed her a little and they laugh again, falling sleep on the same bed after their conversation.

Later the same night, Arianne and Silena were woken up by a loud thud and the sun rays that sneak to the pinkish courtains. Apollo was feeling it today, huh? Arianne got off the bed, stretching after spending the night sharing a single bed with her dear sister, who kicks like hell.

"Mitch, what's going on si early?" she asked her little brother, who was running around the cabin with only one shoe one.

Did she sleep in? Why is everybody up that early? It was only 8:30 in the morning, most of the campers (especially HER campers) wouldn't leave their cabins until 9:00 for breakfast at mess hall.

She was sure as Tartarus that it wasn't inspection day, and she knew because the one in charge of that, was still lying in bed trying to get up. And Silena was really serious when it came to inspection day.

"A new kid entered at camp last night! Michael from Apollo said he killed a minotaur entering camp with Grover! Gods, he said the kid kept the horn!" said the boy before sprinting out the cabin.

What?

"Sil? Wake up, come on".

"Only five minutes" she murmured.

"Get your ass up!"

They dressed as quick as they could, (easy for Ari because she went to bed with the clothes from the day before). When both of them get to the mess hall, everyone was talking about the mysterious kid that one handedly got to kill a minotaur.

Apparently, poor boy passed out from the attack and was recovering in the infirmary, not even Apollo's children had access right now by Chiron's orders.

Silena went to their table, as for Ari, she was getting her food when Chris Rodríguez and Clarisse La Rue were having a conversation about it.

"I mean, a minotaur is big thing Clarisse".

"Beginner's luck, Rodríguez" said the Ares kid.

"Don't be mean, Clarisse" scolded the Aphordite's daugther entering the chat.

Despite being two opposite poles, La Rue and Deveraux had a good friendship and mutual respect. That probably comes from the close relationship between their godly parents (so to speak).

It was kind of relieving for Clarisse to know someone that she didn't need to impress. And for Arianne it was nice to have someone that wouldn't just underestimate her because of her looks, and actually saw that she wasn't a shallow, pretty face and that she could defend herself as well as any other demigod.

"Bet he's the son of Ares" said Chris "A new baby brother, Clarisse!".

Needless to say, Chris earned a hit from the Ares girl.

"What problem do you children of Hermes have with betting?" asked Arianne laughing while serving herself some pancakes with strawberry syrup.

"Make's life more insteresting, lovie" said a voice behind her, while an arm rested comfortably on her shoulders. "What are you three bickering about this morning, huh?" said Luke's voice.

"Good morning for you too" Arianne greeted.

With his arm still on her shoulder, Luke left a discret kiss on her hair. " What are the news?" he asked.

"Newbie kill a minotaur last night, and everyones freaking out" Clarisse said disdainfully.

"Unclaimed?".

"Seems like we'll have the bullslayer at our place, bro" said Chris before he and Clarisse went to their respective tables.

"Be nice to the kid, he is probably super scared right now" Arianne told Luke, gettin face to face.

Luke raised an eyebrow questioning her words.

"Im always nice to new campers".

Arianne just grinned and pecked his cheek before going to her sister, who was eagerly waiting for her pancakes.

[kokoasci]

I adore your art very much!! I've been a fan of your artstyle for a while now, and I want to ask what program you use or what tips do you have for beginners? (Sorry if this was asked already, it's been 4 months since i've been on Tumblr ;-.-)

hii tysm!! :) I use procreate on ipad!

i always feel like im not qualified to give real advice 😭 im constantly learning and trying new things but here's some stuff that i would really recommend if you're starting out

studying face angles and zones, breaking down into shapes to get better at drawing faces from no reference (i love http://referenceangle.com/ !!!!! so so helpful)

you do not have to reinvent the wheel! use poses and color palette inspo from other artists and photos to learn how angles and color values work! i like to group similar vibed art as a moodboard and start picking colors from there sometimes, and playing with lighting/color layers until i have a palette i want to start experimenting with for a piece. i’ll also color pick from photos i take or find on pinterest and start from there if i’m stuck. i also recommend to look at a drawing someone has made for a bit, then try to redraw the pose from memory w/out looking at the reference as practice sometimes. it helps me think about how to break down anatomy so that i can recreate it on my own when i have a pose idea in mind

if you feel stuck/in art block, change your sketch brush. this is something that helps me a lot

always always draw for yourself if this is your hobby. don't feel pressured to draw something in particular just because it's popular. you'll find you get better faster when you're inspired

[perreqult]

Clayton Keller requests you ask????

ALRIGHT SAY LESS I DONT CARE HOW OR WHAT I JUST NEED MEAN DOM CLAYTON TELLING ME TO ACT RIGHT

“ACT RIGHT.” ✶ clayton keller (18+ mdni)

summary: there’s not any sort of plot so just read it i guess 🤷🏽‍♀️

word count: 1.0k

contains: dom!clayton, p in v (unprotected— do not do that), vag. fingering, think that’s it.

notes: y’all send in more clayton requests i have a recent infatuation with him. also im terrible at writing dom shit so don’t expect this to be good.

“What? You getting all now flustered too?” He taunts you again, unzipping his jeans extra slowly. “You want me to go faster? Need this dick asap don’t ya? Didn’t think you were this much of a slut.” He mockingly tells you, finally getting his jeans undone and pulling down his underwear. You stare at his length and he just chuckles when he sees your focused eyes.

He lifts his shirt off his body and throws it somewhere on the floor. “Fuck are you waiting for— take your panties off, ‘wanna see that soaked pussy.” He says to you in a deep, lust filled voice.

You mutter something along the lines of “Oh.. o-ok.” and he laughs, pushing his hair back, out of his face as you pull your panties down and off your legs. “Take the bra off too, slut.” He tells you, pushing you onto the bed and gripping your neck.

“Do I gotta walk you through everything? Act right, bitch.” He tells you through a deep, demanding voice and squinted eyes. You follow what he says and undo the clips to your bra as quick as you can.

He licks his lips as grips your breasts roughly and you let out a high pitched moan. “Barely even touched you and you’re acting this slutty.” He says, looking into your eyes and fondling your tits. He dips his head toward your neck and starts biting and sucking, hard enough to leave marks that will last for a few days. You squeal when he brings his hands down to tightly grip onto your hips.

He draws back from your body, admiring the maroon marks left on your neck and across the expanse of your collarbone. He pushes your body fully back so you’re lying there flatly, on your back. He roughly spreads your legs open and laughs at the sight of your soaking pussy, waiting for him.

He smooths one of his hands over your stomach, drawing the other hand closer to your core. He brings his thumb and uses it to push down on your clit, making you squirm and let out a squeak.

“Squirm like that again and I’ll stop right now.” He says, in a low voice. He continues, thumbing your clit— which has you moaning and crying out but you try to hold still as best you can. He dips two fingers into your burning heat and the feeling has you whipping your head back and yelling out his name.

“God, you’re a slut. You’re going dumb on only two fingers.” He reaches his other hand up to grasp your neck and tilt it so you’re looking straight at him. You whimper, looking into his eyes.

He continues with his fingers, shoving them out and back in repeatedly,

curling them to hit that spot that makes you sputter out a loud moan until you’re left disheveled. A wave of pleasure overcomes you as you come all over his fingers, becoming a blushing mess.

Clayton moves over closer you your body and has his tip right outside your entrance. “Beg.” He says plainly as a sly smirk spreads across his face. You blush even harder and stutter out something that can’t even be counted as words.

“C’mon girl. Beg. Beg me if you want my dick so bad.” He mocks, sitting there waiting. “I..Clayton please.” You say as you look up into his eyes, doing anything to have him inside of you as quick as possible.

“Gotta do better than that. ‘Thought you wanted this?” He says, smirk spreading even wider across his face. “Please, Clay’, need your dick inside of me.” You practically moan out. He just grins as he slowly dips into your entrance and spreads your tight walls.

You cry out, spasming in pleasure. You moan out his name and his grip on your hips grows tighter. He starts thrusting, setting a brutal pace that has you throwing your head back in ecstasy. “Fuck.” He groans out. “Taking this like a good slut ain’t ya” You nod as he continues, letting out low groans everytime he bottoms out in a thrust.

He keeps going, his thick cock sending you into a spiral everytime he thrusts back in. He takes your legs and lifts them up onto his shoulders, allowing him to reach even deeper than before.

He takes one hand off of you, reaching it to grasp your neck and pull you into a rough kiss. He keeps a hard grip on your neck as he continues kissing and fucking into you.

When he finally breaks the kiss it’s to lunge at your neck and continue placing his marks on you. You cry out his name as he starts giving you even faster thrusts as he nears his orgasm, you ready to reach your second.

You clench down on his length as you reach your peak and yell out as loud as you possibly could. He lets out a low moan, squinting his eyes nearly shut as he follows suit and releases inside of you.

He lets out a deep sigh as his thrusts come to a stop. When he looks down at you you’re sprawled out, eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“More, Clayton. Please.” You squeal out, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.

“How’d I end up with such a whore, huh?” He shakes his head with a breathy chuckle. He doesn’t deny your request though and instead starts thrusting in and out of you once more. All you knew was tonight was gonna be a long night.

[spikesbunny]

♥︎ IN THE DARK ♥︎

+ warnings: established relationships (not mentioned, js for ref), semi-public sex, oral sex (f receiving) (sanji), kitchen sex (sanji), sanji calls you pet names (love, princess, doll, baby, mon amour), fingering (both), sex on the deck (zoro), zoro calls you baby, ooc zoro (hes so sweet in this but we NEED sweet tender zoro)

+ ft: sanji and zoro (separate)

nsfw under cut, minors dni!!!

+ note: i love sanji and zoro so much mmmm <3 so late night sex w them hehe

also for sanji's part, you're referred to as '-swan', just because thats how it sounds when he pronounces san (Im assuming?? unless hes genuinly saying swan idk) so yea

reposting from @/roronoaism, all content is mine!!

♥︎ vinsmoke sanji

it was late at night, and you couldn't sleep due to you're throbbing headache. you didnt want to wake up the crew, so you carefully snuck out into the kitchen. you got a pot ready to make yourself some tea, hoping it would at least help to ease the ache.

little did you know, you woke up sanji.

"y/n-swan, what has you up at this hour?? you should be sleeping, love." the blonde looked at you, concerned. he comes over, applying a hand to your forehead, as if checking for a fever. "is everything alright?"

"yea, just couldn't sleep. my head's just bothering me a bit, nothing huge." you respond, looking at the tea pot, deciding if you wanted to have tea or something else to soothe your headache. "sorry 'bout waking ya up."

"no, no, never be sorry, i was already up." he reassures you, holding your hand.

you nod, dumping out the water. tea didn't sound good right now, you needed something faster.

"looking for something to ease it?" sanji ask, a small smirk creeping across his face.

"yea, do we have anything?" you ask, rummaging the cabinets.

"no, not really, but i do know some things that could help, doll~" he replies, the words falling from his mouth like sugar. you had an idea of what he was entailing, yet you wanted to hear him say it directly.

"yea? 'nd what would that be?"

"well- uh- i could, and its completely hypothetical, like only if you're okay with it, but uhhh-" he stutters, clearly flustered. you cross your arms, waiting for him to spit it out.

"i could eat ya out? ill treat you so good, y/n-swan, just your pleasure. trust me?" he practically pleaded, and how could you say no to such a sweetie?

and thats how you ended up propped on the counter, legs spread as sanji laps at your pussy. he enjoyed, loved it so much, it felt like a drug to him. his lips suck at your sensitive bud, two of his slender fingers curling up into your soaked hole.

you never had a man as talented or pleased as him. he moaned every time you tightened your grip on his hair, his voice vibrating against your cunt.

"baby, please, cum for me." he mumbles against your lips, before fucking you with his tongue, nose rubbing against your clit.

"sanji, fuck, im close" you mutter, your legs trying to close, but being restricted by his arms holding you down.

sanji takes it as an invitation to get closer, his whole face practically in between your legs as he draws an orgasm from you. he drinks up every drop, before wiping his mouth on his sleeve and glancing up at you.

"you taste divine, mon amour~" sanji states, before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

"now please, go rest up, y/n-swan. you need some rest." he replies, helping you up. "i love you" he whispers, kissing your head, before walking you to your room after dressing you.

♥︎ roronoa zoro

fuck. you rise out of your bed after what felt like endless hours of tossing and turning. you couldn't sleep. not with the dull headache keeping you wide awake.

it was zoro's turn to keep watch, so you figured you would go visit him. and pray he wasn't drunk.

you walked out to the deck, and noticed zoro leaned against the railing. approaching him, you tap his shoulder, causing him to suddenly turn around. "oh, its just you. hey."

"hi."

"what's up?" he ask, before taking in your figure. the shorts and bra combo seemed to shock him, as he turned back towards the sea.

"i just have a headache, and couldn't sleep." you reply, hugging his waist. "can i just sit here with you?"

zoro nods, before turning to face you again. "anythin' i can do to help?"

"mmm, not really. unless you have something stress relieving."

"well, its quite vacant here. and it's been a while since it's just been you and me."

"are you suggesting sex?"

zoro nods, before planting a kiss to your lips gently. "whatcha say?"

your nod was all the confirmation he needed. he gently laid you down on the deck, before removing your shorts and undergarments.

"already wet, baby? i didnt know you were thinking of this" he teases softly.

"it was an idea" you mumble, before his fingers find their way to your clit and trace it once. you moan softly, groaning as he slowly inserts a digit and curls it in you.

he slides another finger in, curling it in unison with the other.

"fuckkk, zoro" you groan, as he presses a kiss to your head. his other hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing in time with his curls and thrust.

he feels you tighten around him, before inserting a third finger. you moan a soft string of incomprehensible nonsese, before cumming onto his thick fingers.

"you did so good, baby." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "feelin better?"

you nod, cuddling up to him. "can i stay here for the night?"

"sure" he replies, holding you against his chest as you let sleep claim you.

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