Cw Suggestive - Blog Posts

For another request, can you have Aizawa in his hero uniform but using his capture cloth to gag himself while Present Mic teases him about it please?

Aizawa's scarf is very useful outside of hero work as well hehe

Recently got around watching The Simpsons, it's hilarious and I love their dynamic lol

... Okay hear me out-

getting handsy with each other

hi fellas i offer you some dangerous women today

played sucker for love a while ago and liked it so much that i decided to make some fan designs of the girlies!! not that i dont like the ogs ofc. just wanted to have some funzies

woah!

Something different from persona wowie

This time its... Yakuza OCs? I dunno I'm not super knowledgeable in Yakuza lore I did them for shits and giggles so they are not tied to particular part or anything

I drew them just to motivate my fren to finish their ocs lol

Jun is homeless and Fuyuko is a model and they kissy kissy with each other thats as much as I know about them

U prolly won't see them much (unless u ask me about them maybe I can cook smth up idk)

ID in alt

Mirgon I Want You 🤤

A small birthday comic for a special boy... <3

Don't worry they were only smoking! For now...

Just a work in progress... Heh.

I have such a hate/love relationship with Spandam.

Here is my beautiful crackship with my favorite boy and stupid boy!

evil fucked up vampires should get couples counsel- nevermind

I know it's premature, but I wanted to contribute to @candycatfalls "Ford gets held down day" because I finished it this morning

First draft that I ended up hating under the cut if ya wanna look

the hardest thing to cope with is that the scars might never fade, i accept them for the most part, because the people i care about love them as a part of me. but sometimes i struggle to understand that ill never feel safe leaving the house in a singlet.

CW - slightly suggestive under the cut

something that really helps is when my girlfriend kisses my scars or runs her fingers along them telling me shes proud of how far ive come or that im beautiful either way. that really really makes me smile and feel better

I don't know how, but I saw that several people on Tumblr are drawing the COTL lamb in this way so I tried to draw it too

Finally going back to drawing and whatnot lol

Some random sketches I finished lately 😌

Idk how this happened but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Happy Valentine’s Day for everyone! :D

So uh… how is one of the couples celebrating this holiday? I think we can check on Leshy and Milo how they are doing!

CW: Suggestive, naked, implied smex

…

I guess they have fun! :3

imverysorryforthehorny

Forgive me 💦

We're talking 4,000 years of experience with probably hundreds of different mates. Combine that with 1,000 years of pent up frustration since he couldn't relieve himself, I doubt Lamb could stand much of a chance, but I'm sure it was satisfying. No stopping them from demanding a rematch

He did it.... he kept the crown

Oh yeah. Whatever. Go My art.

Art for easter and Atillas (@8bitchmain) bday

Collab thing. Feel free to add Your fav stoners in

suggestive cw under cut

Atilla. in a bunny suit. get it cause its easter. im actually proud of this hhhhh

Anyway ok bye

(cw: suggestive)

I...um....uhh.....um... *ahem* guys, I'm so so normal about this- *COUGH-*

I drew @meanbossart’s DU Drow! Again!

He is not sanbky, I don’t know how to make men stabky 😔

lord the face-

Ref here!

Welcome to:

✨Crackhead Redraws✨

no.3

Where I redraw photos and memes my friends send me because it’s funny!

He deserves to relax every once in a while 🥰

References down here!

Late Nights In The Woods … <3

(i’m so sorry aaron’s anatomy sucks i eventually just gave up on perfecting it <//3) also cw for suggestive themes maybe ??? i don’t really know if this counts as that but just in case !!!

This blurb is back up! I didn't really like how it turned out at first, this is my first ever smut I hope it's alright ;;

A Gentler Soul [Stanford Pines X Reader] Spicy Blurb

Tags: NSFW, Suggestive, Minors DO NOT Interact

Just a poetic way of saying I want him lol

*✧･ﾟ: ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──*✧･ﾟ: ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──*✧･ﾟ: ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──✧*

Stanford Pines used to be a gentler soul. He could spend hours reading about cryptids and mycelium. He could name every moth in Gravity Falls in their Latin and numerous nicknames. On Wednesdays, he'd step out of his home and eagerly watch the sky turn dark- because that's when the local pixies came out to play and dance in a glittering display of light.

Now, he was a sharpened knife. All cuts and bruises, running through the dimensions without taking a second to admire oddities around him. He was  a man on the run, he had no time to marvel at how suns imploded and stars seemed to wink at him, in this vast, nonsensical hellscape called the Nightmare Realm.

He can't stop, he can't catch his breath, lest he stops breathing altogether.

You followed him wherever he ran.

It was survival, you told yourself.

It was science, sticking together was something humans did, Ford told you.

The silences in between the running and fighting told you otherwise.

When it grew dark and quit, in wherever ruins he deemed safe enough, that's when the air shifted.

Stanford Pines moved as if he was always running out of time.

But here, under the shade of a forgotten building, away from prying eyes and bounty hunters, he took his time. He looked at you like you were a new book he'd yet to read. His attention was like fire, burning through the layers of your clothes and the fragile. And like a candle, you melted for the flame of his gaze.

Six fingered hands dragged languidly over the flesh of your ribs, dipping low and stopping just at your abdomen. His knee slowly nudges your inner thigh, spreading your leg outward for access.

He'd worship the scars littering your chest and neck with his tongue, warm and wet as it devoured the salt of your skin.

But it would be kissing you that would truly undo him.

Feeling your soft lips was a different kind of rapture, your moans were poetry he intended to burn into his mind forever. He could worship you this way for several lifetimes, if he could.

At every moan, he'd whisper praises and reassurances- safety, in this desolate world made to consume humans like you. Ford wouldn't let that happen to you, not when he could taste you instead, damn the cruel world outside this room. He had you to himself, at least in this one, small eternity.

If you slipped a hand under his greying locks and whispered any sort of praise to him, he'd cave in and give you anything you want.

Trailing your fingers over the lines of his tattoos would earn you more of that pleasure. Like toppling a candle and letting the flames grow, he'll worship you and burn down your altar, until all that was left was him. He'd growl and grow rougher in his ministrations. Drag those nails from his wrist, to his biceps, then to his chest, and see what happens when a composed man cracks. Every desperate cry would be your only confession of his feelings, in a place unfit for sentimentality.

Come morning, he's reminded of how fragile you are. You'd be covered in circular bruises- counting six in each set.

His eyes would soften at the bashful look in your eye, hiding his marking underneath your clothes as you two prepare to venture out again. Time rests for no one, here. He needed to find a way home and bring you with him.

So he pulls up his mask, covers his silvery hair under a cowl. He wraps a warm hand over yours and makes sure you're never separated for too long.

Stanford Pines used to be a gentler soul, and he longed for the day he could be one again, with you.

Blessed day to have eyes

re-uploading because tumblr is a Good Website that Works Well

full picture here

A Gentler Soul [Stanford Pines X Reader] Spicy Blurb

Tags: NSFW, Suggestive, Minors DO NOT Interact

Just a poetic way of saying I want him lol

*✧･ﾟ: ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──*✧･ﾟ: ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──*✧･ﾟ: ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──✧*

Stanford Pines used to be a gentler soul. He could spend hours reading about cryptids and mycelium. He could name every moth in Gravity Falls in their Latin and numerous nicknames. On Wednesdays, he'd step out of his home and eagerly watch the sky turn dark- because that's when the local pixies came out to play and dance in a glittering display of light.

Now, he was a sharpened knife. All cuts and bruises, running through the dimensions without taking a second to admire oddities around him. He was  a man on the run, he had no time to marvel at how suns imploded and stars seemed to wink at him, in this vast, nonsensical hellscape called the Nightmare Realm.

He can't stop, he can't catch his breath, lest he stops breathing altogether.

You followed him wherever he ran.

It was survival, you told yourself.

It was science, sticking together was something humans did, Ford told you.

The silences in between the running and fighting told you otherwise.

When it grew dark and quit, in wherever ruins he deemed safe enough, that's when the air shifted.

Stanford Pines moved as if he was always running out of time.

But here, under the shade of a forgotten building, away from prying eyes and bounty hunters, he took his time. He looked at you like you were a new book he'd yet to read. His attention was like fire, burning through the layers of your clothes and the fragile. And like a candle, you melted for the flame of his gaze.

Six fingered hands dragged languidly over the flesh of your ribs, dipping low and stopping just at your abdomen. His knee slowly nudges your inner thigh, spreading your leg outward for access.

He'd worship the scars littering your chest and neck with his tongue, warm and wet as it devoured the salt of your skin.

But it would be kissing you that would truly undo him.

Feeling your soft lips was a different kind of rapture, your moans were poetry he intended to burn into his mind forever. He could worship you this way for several lifetimes, if he could.

At every moan, he'd whisper praises and reassurances- safety, in this desolate world made to consume humans like you. Ford wouldn't let that happen to you, not when he could taste you instead, damn the cruel world outside this room. He had you to himself, at least in this one, small eternity.

If you slipped a hand under his greying locks and whispered any sort of praise to him, he'd cave in and give you anything you want.

Trailing your fingers over the lines of his tattoos would earn you more of that pleasure. Like toppling a candle and letting the flames grow, he'll worship you and burn down your altar, until all that was left was him. He'd growl and grow rougher in his ministrations. Drag those nails from his wrist, to his biceps, then to his chest, and see what happens when a composed man cracks. Every desperate cry would be your only confession of his feelings, in a place unfit for sentimentality.

Come morning, he's reminded of how fragile you are. You'd be covered in circular bruises- counting six in each set.

His eyes would soften at the bashful look in your eye, hiding his marking underneath your clothes as you two prepare to venture out again. Time rests for no one, here. He needed to find a way home and bring you with him.

So he pulls up his mask, covers his silvery hair under a cowl. He wraps a warm hand over yours and makes sure you're never separated for too long.

Stanford Pines used to be a gentler soul, and he longed for the day he could be one again, with you.

God i hate them so much 👎👎

Cw for strangling/suggestive content

This is based off of this post by @leeseechkeens but where i went 'what if... old man...🤤🤤' and got so horny i blacked out and woke up with this on my canvas