#Also I struggle to draw muscles

[fand0mfever]

Someone commented on a wattpad fanfic of a Halloween scenario and they had Lucio as drag and I couldn't help myself.

Ignore the little notes unless it's about the male/female types of drag. Didn't really know what to do for Asra but you know... it's what I could do with my level laziness at the moment. I was watching a movie while drawing these.

I did add glitter on this one.

[cubbihue]

Heyyyyy I'm fully in love with your itty bittys au. The name, the concept, the art etc. But you might want to change the name because apparently "itty bittys" is the tag for small breasts. You could imagine looking for fan art of a children's show and getting bombarded with nudes is a little startling.

(Btw I love your overly affectionate uncle jorgon so much! May we have some more of jorgon just being affectionate and silly?)

ITS A TAG FOR WHAT. HUH. WHAT. OUGH.

This knowledge has haunted me for weeks. Ever since I got this ask. It’s too late to fix that now. They’re just. Itty Bitty for me :(

ANYWAYS!!!! Jorgen!!! Jorgen loves his nephews. They like being launched from his biceps when he flexed them. Or, well, Timmy likes being launched. Peri, not so much. But Peri’s NOT a crybaby about it!!! He’s being VERY very brave!!!!

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[superfruitland]

i love these blue little shits, can i have 5 more? @intotheelliwoods

[dustmint]

TW: BRIGHT COLOURS

Drawing of Hyde as a scene kid that I made for @tgshydestan :D

[astro-naut9]

wanted an excuse to draw his scars lol i hope some of it is visible <33 there's burns and scratches cuz this guy went thru hell, figuratively and literally

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

Fuck it what if not all ripped 6 pack abs. What then.

[toytulini]

if you draw enough monster ocs, when you go back to drawing a human character, it feels like "sameface syndrome" everytime, by virtue of their face being. human.

[bookiedoodles]

Oh shit!!!! Huntlow art!!!!

[dum-vivere-vinum-rubrum]

@iamheretodomythingrip LOOK AT THEMGHHGHGHGH SILLY AUTISM MY DEAR FRIEND

i kinda got wild

well they gave me ink sooooo-

and the last one is absolutely gorgeous i don't take objections

[dailykeiji]

I gift you: Barbecue Cook Keiji

(Excuse how much I butchered his arms. I cannot draw muscles 😭😭😭😭)

THIS IS REALLY CUTE....... love his apron :)

[giantkillerjack]

Thank you, younger me, for drawing so many things in which the lines were never quite right. It is quite literally the only reason I ever figured out how to get them right.

[patchesandburns]

Not me trying to draw soft relaxed realistic muscles and just going from drawing 6 packs to 4 packs

[aseriesofunfortunatejan]

"i can't draw muscular people" i don't see how drawing a curve is harder than drawing a straight line but okay

[chiscaralight]

the part of your body they just can’t get enough of!

includes: nsfw! scara, childe, aventurine, gojo and sukuna x reader! hair pulling, tf!sukuna, manchild gojo, pretty tame overall

scaramouche

he absolutely adores your hair! it's something you noticed very early on. whether it's his nails scratching at your scalp when your head is in his lap or him playing your hair while he stands beside you. if he has the time, hell even help you style it for the day! he's meticulous with his work, so with the right amount of concentration, you're looking extra good with your new hairstyle. and best believe he can spit you in a crowd just from the back of your head alone.

it's also what he's fisting in his hands when he's fucking into you. he loves to draw your head back, giving him the perfect view of your face and exposing the expanse of your neck. his lips are on the space within seconds, but his hand never falters from the top of your head.

bonus points if you also love to grab his hair. he’ll never admit it, but you’re very aware of it. the way he groans against you when you do is enough of a sign.

tartaglia

i’ve already spoken about ass lover childe here but i don’t think i’ll ever get it out of my head. he really just can't get over that ass! i’m telling you, it’s like a fucking magnet. and you're constantly in pain from the way he’s always slapping at it. there might as well be a handprint on it because his hand is basically glued to your behind.

and maybe he read your mind, because the next time his pounding into you from behind, his hand is coming down hard on it. even if you’re on top! he’s letting you do all the work, hands gripping at the soft flesh behind you. and when you whine out that you’re getting tired, he pushes you flat against the bed to fuck into you just right. his hand is still sliding under you though. he’s never letting that ass go.

aventurine

aventurine loves your waist. you could be walking around with him, sitting side by side, or not even be near him at all. once he catches sight of you, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you close. it’s almost like muscle memory now!

even when he’s fucking you in the dead of night, regardless of the position, he still finds a way to keep your waist well within his reach. back pressed against his chest, one arm holding your leg up and the other wrapped around you. it's the perfect hold, making sure you're as near as possible. you're almost a hundred percent sure he'd merge with you if possible because he's so close to you right now. and even when your mind strays far, caught up in whatever is bothering you, those fingers pressing into your side will always bring you back home.

gojo

this manchild just loves your tits a very 'normal' amount. it doesn't even have to be sexual! he just can't get enough of the feeling of you pressed against his large palms. you're taking off your shirt to change? best believe he's creeping up behind you just to fondle your chest. and god help you they're sore for any reason. hell take it upon himself to help you massage them! 'to get the blood flowing' he says. yeah right.

and when he holds you above him, bouncing you up and down on his length just so they can jiggle in his face. if you can even manage to open your eyes, you'll be able to catch the childish smile that's painted on his face. it doesn't take a lot to make him happy. just make sure you (and your boobs) are within arms reach of his slender frame and hell be completely satisfied.

sukuna

it’s all of you! no matter how much you retort when he speaks, you’re just so small in comparison with him! he can pick you up with one hand and hold you with ease. even if you struggle and fight your way out of his grip, it doesn’t take much for one of his other four arms to scoop you back up again. it’s exactly why he loves to fuck you in his true form! he can keep you in place with maybe one or two arms, and the others are free to do exactly what they want! whether it’s to roam freely around your body, sharp nails causing you to twitch against him as he’s filling you with his cock, or if he’s sticking his thick fingers on your mouth so he can brush them against your sensitive clit. you’re just so cute! every single part of your tiny body is just so adorable to him!

part 2 w toji ratio and and some others? i have ideas but i didnt want to make it too long lololol

[evilgwrl]

Neighbour!Simon Riley x Reader

Girl Next Door (Three)

CW: Someone breaks into your garden but nothing violent occurs (beside Simon having a gun), u share a bed (nothing happens yet sorry...), simon also has very perverted thoughts about you and wants to act on them very badly!!!!

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Note: sorry I haven’t been posting as much I’ve been out 24/7!!!!! I will make up for it 🥲 sorry if this is bad

Your fingers coiled into a tight fist, ramming against the door with obscene force. You weren’t even 100% sure what time it was, or if he would answer but you were desperate and scared. Simon’s eyes jolted open at the disturbance, groaning in annoyance as he rolled out of bed. His body was clad with loose checkered sleep shorts, his hip bones peeking out as he etched towards the noise.

Beady pools of brown leaned into the peephole, the sight of you nearly sending him into anaphylactic shock as he took in your appearance. Your cleavage was plush against the silken material, nipples pearling under the twilight. His cock chubbed as he took you in briefly before he opened the door, your eyes wide with… fear?

“Simon, I’m so sorry, I’m-“ You stammered over your words, rushing frantically back and forth as you rubbed your arms anxiously, your hair raised with the static of consternation.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” His tone was curt, almost confused as he took in your frantic state. What on earth could you need him for at this time of night?

“There’s someone in my backyard.”

Simon looked at you briefly, taking in what you said before reacting, pushing you inside as you stumbled to the couch. He moved with urgency, grabbing you by the arm and leading you to his bedroom as he ordered you to stay put, digging around in his nightstand before feverish hands wrapped around carbon steel, the all too familiar feel of a gun sending his body into over-drive as he slammed his door shut.

You panted, your heart exceeding against the walls of your rib cage, creasing through every crevice as your throat wound up, not only at the intruder but how it was almost second nature for Simon to protect you, to kill for you if needed. Were guns even legal here?

Your back was flush against his singular pillow, your thighs nestled together before a small gasp left your lip. You weren’t even wearing panties. Jesus Christ. You were in your hot neighbour’s house, in his bed, panty-less. You almost laughed at how cliché it was, and if the timing had been better, maybe you wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable by it, but you were scared.

What if the man next door was a serial killer and he took out Simon and was coming for you next? What if he was out to get you? What if the police don’t come in time and he gets away? Simon wouldn’t let that happen, you thought to yourself. Who were you kidding? You barely knew Simon.

Your hands pooled with sweat as you rubbed them together, your head now caged in by his pillow. The silence was perpetual, almost suffocating, the hairs in your ear tickling your nerves as you closed your eyes, praying for the sound of sirens or even yelling.

You felt like you had been here for hours, your muscles locked up, spine tense with perturbation, nails drawing blood at the flesh of your exposed thigh, the light patter of hair standing up straight as you listened to the sound of your breathing, the agitation and struggle behind it.

It was soft but you heard it — the normally dreadful sound of sirens, etching closer and closer by the second as your taughtened limbs relaxed slightly, the sound of Simon’s voice calling out to you, almost as if he was permitting you to move. Your bare feet padded against the floor; your arms self-unconsciously wrapped around your chest as you were greeted by bright, blaring lights.

You watched as a man was handcuffed, his skin a deep olive, arms littered with tattoos and a deep scar that ran from his wrist to elbow. His eyes were almost violent, a putrid green staring into your soul, almost swallowed whole by his pupils. You felt chills as he turned to face you, pointy canines lashing out of his thin lips, the stained colour glistening with spit as his voice sounded out to you, “I’m sorry Ma’am, got the wrong house, you see. Didn’t mean you any harm.”

He was ushered into the back of the cop car, your throat parched as your eyes narrowed in on the intruder, your breathing still shallowed as you felt a cold hand placed on your shoulder. Your body reacted, skin crawling with fear as you turned to look at Simon. You took in his face, the tone of pink that flushed his lips, the blonde lashes that concealed his bistre eyes, the slight imperfections in his skin that made him more masculine.

You read his lips, your ears ringing with a deafening tone as you grounded yourself.

“Y’ alright?”

“I- Uh, I guess. I don’t know. It was scary, I was- caught up in something and I looked out the window and just saw a figure. I’m sorry for d-“

“Don’t apologise. I’m glad you came to me, I’m sorry if I scared you.. with the gun and all. I, uh, work in the military so it’s kind of second nature to me.”

You were right. He did work in the military. You smiled, almost too softly, the crease of your cheeks barely evident but he noticed it. His eyes milked in how nervous you looked, how frightened your body stood and how thankful you were that he was able to help you. Simon didn’t join the military to protect neighbours, even the pretty ones, but he was sure glad it gave him the ability to do so.

The night dragged on, a female cop with rugged eyes grabbing a statement from you before they finally deemed it okay to go, patrolling the man off for further questioning. You felt almost relieved. You should feel better now. It was over and you were safe but the reaction your body felt towards the man wasn’t normal, the way your skin crawled, almost as if infested internally, bugs burrowing between your veins.

Simon’s voice cut your thoughts off again, his hand on the small of your back as your eyes connected. He could read the fear in them, the way your irises dilated, and your lashes burrowed into slick eyelids.

“Y’ gonna be alright tonight?” He asked, his body standing tall as he looked down on you. He felt like shrinking, his spine folding so he could feel less intimidating, to seem more caring, compassionate even.

Your tongue stilled, tying a knot in your mouth as you stuttered over the pools of spit that coiled between your teeth. “I think so.” Your tone was hesitant, your legs shaking against the porch as you rubbed your arms with both hands.

“Do you- Do you wanna sleep at mine tonight? I’ll take the couch.”

Your eyes met Simon’s, lapping in the sincerity that rattled between each syllable he spoke. “Oh no! I couldn’t possibly put you off anymore, I don’t want to cause any more disturbance, you’ve done enough.”

“I promise it’s no effort, it would make me feel better anyway if I thought you were more comfortable here.”

“Are you sure?” Your voice was small as you shuffled nervously. Surprisingly, he smiled, pushing his front door open further as you huddled in. You took in the atmosphere once more, noting how clean it was, how untouched. He set up his room for you, offering you another blanket to which you politely declined, your body felt like molten lava, pure heat scorching through your skin as you settled onto the mattress. You watched the way his body contracted, finally being able to admire the way his muscles flexed, arms stained with a plethora of drawn ink. His back was rough, detailed with a litter of scars, supported by his burly physique.

“Simon,” you called out as he began to shut the door. His eyebrow perked. “I feel bad about you sleeping on the couch. I- I don’t mind sharing, I don’t want to be weird, I just feel like I’m taking away your bed.”

“Just want you to be comfortable, love, that’s all.”

You patted the sheets next to you, offering him a smile, the light rosiness of your cheeks visible in the soft shimmer of the moonlight. Your body curled to the side, your back to him as you whispered a soft ‘good night’. It was strange. You had shared a bed with previous partners, but it never felt like this. Maybe it was the taboo of it all, your body heat melting into the sheets of your neighbour who you had only properly met yesterday.

Your thighs knocked together, settling at the edge of the bed as you shut your eyes, lashes flickering open occasionally when you were greeted with the eerie sight of the man who broke into your backyard.

Simon struggled to sleep too, his cock throbbing as he faced you. He took in the way your hair fell softly against the apple of your cheek, and the way your eyes would open on occasion which he assumed was due to nerves. He took in the way your nightgown had ridden up the back of your thighs, your legs coiled together in an attempt to not break his personal space.

He almost felt like flushing up against you, letting you feel the ache of his member, the way his tip leaked with pearly pre-cum, staining his sleep shorts. His fingers nearly reached out, pulling your legs apart to rock his tongue into your bare cunt, fucking your entrance with vigour as you soaked his muscle with your slick. He wanted to split you open on his cock, let his length stain your walls with every vein that flushed his shaft, spilling his hot seed into your womb as you begged him for more.

But he didn’t. He just turned around.

[strangerstilinski]

I NEED TO FUCK STEVIE SO BAD 😭😭😭

you and me both bestie </3

because i just know steve fucks, y'know, but also i know he loves slowing things down and giving it to you so sweet and tender that eventually you're gasping and begging for him to make you come. he'll hook his arms under your knees and push your thighs back until your muscles ache at the stretch, and he'll crush you into the mattress with his weight while he ruts into you with grinding little rolls of his hips. draws the whole thing out to the point that you're both flushed and dripping with sweat, all because he can't stop kissing you open mouthed with so much fervor that it requires all of his attention and makes his hips still, or pausing to bury his face in your neck, groaning the absolute filthiest things against your skin, about how hot he finds the slick sound of you sucking him back in, about how warm and tight you are, how good you feel, how perfect you are for him. he loves the way you keen and tighten around him at the sound of his praise. loves it when your resolve breaks and you plead for him to give you more, to fuck you faster, harder. he loves the way your whole body quakes and trembles underneath him when you come after teetering on the edge for so long. loves the sound of you gasping with every thrust that follows, the sound of you begging him to join you as you struggle to catch your breath. loves the feeling of your breath on his neck when he collapses on top of you and his hips finally stutter to a stop. he just loves feeling so close to you. he'll refuse to move until the sweat on your bodies has begun to cool and dry uncomfortably on your skin. stays buried inside you and keeps you pinned beneath him for as long as he possibly can. and you always allow it. hooking your legs up around his waist, combing softly through his hair, stroking your fingertips up and down between his shoulder blades the way you know he likes. because he's just so sweet and lovely and you can't really bear to separate from him either.