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Hell's Eepiest Succubus >:3c
Old demon girl OC that I'll never be able to part with :p
Fanart i did more than some time ago for a game Glyde The Dragon. I used several days on my vacation to play this game. And i was impressed. It is just a demo version, but game have a potential! If you're fan of The Legend of Spyro games and want more, you will be happy to try these one. Good games about the dragons is rare thing today! And for a demo version it is quite big and can give you several hours of fun! ^^
Character and the game belongs to Valefor Games.
She saving on my system till I scum
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
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Usage wear and tear for you.
the cat's name is Hugh and I would die for him
Hello!!
Just wanted to announce that I opened a Patreon/Subscribestar in case you want to support me and join my Discord server!!
For the people who don't know me here, I post explicit drawings of sans on Twitter, if you also want to check it hehe xD Minors dni!!
There are more parts of this doodle available only at my server, thank you for your attention!!
This made me laugh really hard
made this shitpost months ago and forgot about it
it’s funny this is how I experimented with his design even more, it’s still a work in progress tho but like I’m fairly happy with the result,
I feel like it’s been like almost four months and my indecisive butt has tortured me through all of it 
I almost got design for all my disciples and is in progress of trying to fix my lamb design and yellow cat, I’m trying to remember that it’s supposed to be fun and need to relax more for my personal unrealistic self expectations
Also just spicy boy i wonder how the lamb would react to this >: )
Full version: https://x.com/WeirdoAmla/status/1909997673211482304
You can’t explain that one now can you?? I guess this post will be called: Parker behaviors💗
I love how this turned out and I’ve been working on it for a while. Still trying to figure out fem!miguel’s design and which one I like more. I will create more designs for a final choice but jeez, it’s really difficult to decide. I really love fem!peters design a lot and I tend to keep it for a VERY long time because this is the best design for me in my opinion.
Here’s the backstory to this: The other day fem!peter was snooping around the office but Lyla let her in on this file on fem!miguels -desktop-, it was called Parker-behaviors,, and there was everyone in spider society on separate files, ofc this file had to be locked but everyone else’s wasn’t. Lyla obviously helped and fem!peter saw everything and this was obviously a jaw drop for her because it wasn’t just mental anger behaviors it was sexual behaviors between different multiverses. Ofc she didn’t know that fem!miguel had access to all this stuff.
Present day fem!peter went to go ask about it.
P: “Hey you~ I have a question..”
M: “what do you want Parker.” -doesn’t pay much attention to fem!peter just looks at the screens-
P: -brings one of the screens closer to herself and tries to open the file- “care to explain what this is?”
M: “what-“ -turns around to see the videos, she could blush-
P: “I didn’t know you had these types of videos of me~”
M: “well if you didn’t go around the whole multiverse being a whore I wouldn’t have videos of you.”
P: “oh- heyyy, that’s me coming out the shower when I forgot my towel.”
M: “…”
P: “Awwww my little stalker~ spider caught your tongue?”
M: “Jesús Christ, Parker.”
Yeahh you’ve been caught.
I want to continue this short comic and I might.
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Ok so fun fact I drew this in Starbucks with my brightness down and someone had some really good eyes to actually see it but they complimented me I wasn’t sure if it was just a joke or something, I just took the compliment and they left 😋 I’m actually kinda happy abt that. Anyways I’m gay and I like women
|| Vale, es un hecho tan divertido que dibujé esto en Starbucks con mi brillo bajo y alguien tenía unos ojos muy buenos para verlo, pero me felicitaron, no estaba seguro de si era solo una broma o algo así, solo tomé el cumplido y se fueron 😋 En realidad estoy un poco feliz por eso. De todos modos, soy gay y me gustan las mujeres||
Tú mamá lol
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??””?.? Ok at one point I got lazy but it still looks decent
Ok, en un momento dado me puse perezoso, pero aún así se ve decente
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The first (but maybe not last??) time Edgeworth ever sought Gumshoe out in the precinct locker rooms.
(cw: suggestive)
I...um....uhh.....um... *ahem* guys, I'm so so normal about this- *COUGH-*
My YCH is finally over with success ! Thanks again to Eirjan for trusting me for 6… 65$ ?! ⊙-⊙ I… It’s too much !
When will I see art of curly mouthwashing getting titfucked :(
Content warning; groping, reader has a potty mouth, traumatizing Rafe again, typical work day at the trailer, TENSION
A/n; Wolf of Wall Street reference if you squint
Word count; 1.2k
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"Hello again," you didn't have to look up to know it's Rafe again, trying to smother his heavy breathing with face paced steps in your direction.
It's his second time in your house in less than 12 hours, by enabling his poor habits you've been able to pinpoint his unscheduled appointments, usually within a three day period, meaning about 2-3 visits a week.
Money, drugs, transport, whatever Barry had to offer, but same day repeats were a huge no for Barry. Can't keep clientele if they're dead, it's his way of caring, unless they wave a couple bands.
But Rafe was special, you'll tell him no, no problem, and that's what you did. Even if you were actively spooning greens into thin cut rolling paper.
"Wha-, no, I'm not here for that," he huffed, even though he eyed the jar of rolled blunts.
"Why are you all sweaty and out of breath?" His shirt was dampened in the pits, easier to spot with how swamped he was everywhere else, his hair all sticking together, he looked good.
He stopped his movements, shooting you a squinted glare, lifting his hands above his head, resting them in his hair, "where is Barry?"
Where is Barry? If you had a dime every time he said that, you'd own that bar on figure 8, such a nice piece of land at the end of town, underfunded, partially developed, perfect.
Hello," he snapped, waving his hand in your face.
"Yo..." Barry's voice droned through the entrance, he sniffed, kicking aside your bra on the floor, tugging at his cargo pants, looking at the scene before him.
His eyes fell to you, on the couch, your bare legs parted, what visible part of your bottoms tucked just beneath your working hands, the rest disappearing beneath the half tied robe you're sitting in.
" 'Hell is this?" Mainly looking at you because when he left to go fool around in the makeshift shed out back you were reading a magazine that you had found tucked on his side of the bed.
Now it was open to a page of a girl bent over in a very skin tight skirt, looking back and in some stringy stilettos, her legs seemed infinite while her torso was buried beneath your station.
"I need a gun," Rafe interrupted the heated staring contest, watching as you reclined against the couch, kicking one knee up, the end of your robe hiking over your knee exposing your thigh, a sparkling pedicure gracing the cluttered table.
Barry's pupils voided solid for a second, his eyes flickering over to the kid. You really were distracting him.
But Barry obliged with the request, silently heading towards the bedroom, you giggled at the sound of his flipflops after him.
Rafe stayed in the living room, staring down at you. He's so tense, you wonder if maybe you can help with it.
More so leaning forward to roll a blunt, bringing the packed paper to your lips, looking through your lashes up at Rafe while keeping your head down, breathing on it gently, the tail of your tongue prodding through your lips, flicking at your project.
Delicate kitten licks, hardly even grazing the surface as you extended your foot to where he was standing, with the tips of your toes dragging them down against the fabric of his pants.
Barry came back in the room, holding a western revolver, jamming the loaded chamber back into place, holding it out for Rafe.
"Oh?" You hum, leaning forward, Rafe has more business to take care of than any responsible adult you know, which isn't many.
"You boys and your business," watching the quick exchange, seeing Barry also had a gun tucked in the waistband of his pants.
"Speaking of, what's all this?" the weed, the robe, looks like you in charge of this operation, that wasn't entirely untrue. "Restocking inventory."
"In a robe?" While you had a guest you were still in the comfort of your home, so if you decided to lounge around half dressed so be it. "I mean, I can always take it off," you shrugged, flipping the end up over your lap.
His hand swept over yours, pressing your hands firm in place in objection "you good."
Rafe watched in irritation as you two interacted, seemingly ignoring the urgency of his statement, glaring heavily at you.
It was you, not Barry.
You were a distraction, to him and Barry.
His glare had lessened when he felt the scrap of your nails against his thigh, followed by a heavier presence between his legs, bringing him back to present.
"Little boys shouldn't play with guns," your tone casual, but low, seductive almost. "But if you're all grown up," followed by a nice squeeze, squishing his balls against your palm, your lips curved into a sunken smile, you were enjoying this, "we won't have a problem...will we?"
A quick silence fell over the room, and then the faint whimper from Rafe, his knees bending as he was following the pull of your hands with his hips, he let out a strangled hum of acknowledgment and a haste nod making you smooth over your thumb over where you had been viciously tugging on him.
You kept him in your grasp for extra measure turning your predatory attention now on to Barry, first noticing his bottom lip tugged under his teeth.
You didn't have to look to know that turned him on, he kinda likes being told what to do, especially when you know what you want and how you want it.
"As for you," with your free hand you undid your robe, shrugging it back off your shoulder, showing the thin strapped tank you were wearing, fully giving away the curve of your breasts, "I'll remind you, they don't have this where you're going."
Something you liked to remind him of, if not daily, and it works every time.
Especially like now, when you've displayed your dominance even cornered by these two men, one in the palm of your hand and the other just as easily caving with the promise of your company.
He watched you cross your legs, pushing all other distractions aside as you drew attention to your unshielded figure. Even caught Rafe peeking, subtly.
"Fuck..." Your boyfriend muttered to himself, his eyes not at all leaving you.
Once you were satisfied with their response you let Rafe go, allowing him to stand still and process what had just taken place while you tucked a j in Barry's pants pocket, for good luck, you mouthed, intentionally squishing your breasts together as you did so.
It was enough to inspire good behavior.
Rafe elbowed Barry, nodding towards the door, hoping to escort him out of there before the plan got forgotten altogether.
The two damn near rushed out the door, Rafe following behind to make sure Barry made it, watching his disappear out front.
"Rafe," you called out, watching him slow to a stop, his head turned over his shoulder.
"You got a nice pair, keep it that way." He scoffed, flipping the end of his shirt up to tuck the gun in his waistband, resting it against his back as he walked out.
Content warning: Rafe being horny, little foreplay, lots of grabbing, kissing, takes place at your place, lots of teasing, established relationship, tit play
Summary: sexy time with a twist
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You were in the bathroom, hiking your favorite underwear up your legs, trying to capture the sensuality they do on screen when the doorbell rang throughout your living room catching your attention.
With one final draw up your thighs you pulled the waistline up, resting the elastic hem against your skin, twirling on the tips of your toes, looking back, giving your ass a little shake on the way out. You dropped the t-shirt from under your chin, smacking the lights with with your palm, entering the dark.
You skipped over to the door, careful to dodge an obstacles that may have been waiting for you. Successfully making it to the door, you twisted the knob to reveal in all his 6'2 glory, your handsome boyfriend leaning against the doorframe.
You flicked on the dull porch light just to see his face, his eyes trailing down to your shirt, noticing the faint presence of your breasts, your nipples poking at the fabric freely.
"Expecting someone else?" He asked, watching you acan him from head to toe.
"Just looking," you sassed, throwing your arms around him, the action further confirming his suspicion when he felt your chest press against him, your arms sweeping beneath his, connecting around his back.
His hands came to rest on your lower back, his fingers deafly sweeping over the end of your shirt.
You let go ever so slowly, retracing your action, but instead of letting go your pinkie slips through his index and you reel him in, pulling him toward you.
Your shirt swayed teasingly as you twirled keeping him locked in your grasp, the change providing a good view to the white panties outlining the curve of your ass.
Rafe's lip curled at the silent promise of a treat.
"Turn the light off behind you," you said, waving at the row of switches. He took his time, memorizing the art before him, one he wouldn't mind adding a couple more strokes to.
He did as told, letting the dark envelop the house once more, following you to your single bedroom.
He wasted bo time, shoving you on to your mattress, your instincts making sure you landed on hands and knees, ass up, facing him. Full access as he wanted.
"Wait," you exclaimed, crawling away from the edge of the bed, making room on the other side.
"What?" He questioned, his hands pulling at your comforter in an attempt to guide you back over to him.
He was so needy when he knew he was getting action. Sometimes he took his time, but any other he got right down to business.
You flipped onto your back, sitting up against the pile of pillows behind you, an iron grip fell on Rafe's collar, his stature falling level to you in seconds.
He was still tall, even on his knees, struggling to maintain his posture as you pulled him forward so you moved your legs making more room for him, your knees folded against his ribs as your lips connected.
Once he was steady he hooked his cool fingers beneath your knee, shifting the whole situation to have him beneath you while he selfishly tugged at your clothes.
Things got heated quick, shirts got removed, and mouths got to work, his tongue swirling around your sensitive stump, his warm mouth closing around, teeth sinking into the doughy flesh. His palm kneed the other pinching it, flicking his thumb to sooth over the stinging.
He was so entranced by you he cupped them in entirety and just squeezed, thrusting his erection further up, now digging into the damp cloth between your legs. When he pulled away from your tit he kissed the other, and lowered you to the mattress, following suit, his body cared yours.
"Is that.." kiss, "enough.." slip of the tongue tickling through roof of your mouth, "break?"
If you didn't combust right there, melting to the heat applied to all senses.
Finally he was moving where he really wanted, from your hardened nipples, down your stomach, feeling it tighten further down.
His index circled your waistline before he sank in, making you hiss at his cold ring dragging against your pelvic bone.
"The fuck are these?" He grumbled, curling the fabric around his finger, pulling it, letting it snap back against you making you flinch.
"Huh?" You were steadying yourself on your elbow, watching him pull at but not move the panties.
This wasn't the first time he had sex with you, and definitely not the first time he's had to strip you to get you where he wanted.
"the hell is this shit?" He repeated louder, repeating the motion of.
"Rafe, what?" You pulled away, scooted up into a seat, resting your knees to your chest and arms stacked to cover your partial nudity.
"That's not what you usually wear," "and that has what to do with this?"
In all honesty this wasn't where you thought it would end up going, and you're still unsure of how it got to this point.
"What is it?"
You're aware that his last relationships he's probably had girls dress up for him, and you do that occasionally, but Rafe doesn't usually care as long as he can relieve himself or you.
He's acting like a kid discovering porn, "comfortable is what it is."
"But why? You're young and pretty, don't you want to look like it?" He gestured towards the underwear. They were a little bigger than the average cut, they offered decent coverage and went high, and they resembled a diaper shape wise, but that shouldn't matter if they're coming off.
"What's wrong with these?"
"They're granny panties," you could hear the disapproval in his voice.
Did he want you to get rid of them or what? You only had one question, letting a silence creep between the two of you. They even have lace, not a whole lot, but enough.
"Are we still doing this or?" And he let your question linger, he shifted, his head shaking, hand coming to his face in contemplation.
You grumbled, swinging your feet over the edge of the bed, he sat up, still thinking to himself while you scooted off the bed.
He turned his head for a second, watching you gather your shirt and hold your breasts out of sight with an arm, pulling it over your head.
You slowed your movements hoping he gave you an answer of some sort, but he kept watch, so you left him in the dark, disappearing into the bathroom.
You closed the door behind you, turning the light on, Rafe heard you moving around and was drawn back your way by the creaky door.
Your hip leaned against the doorframe, your fingers pinching your shirt up to reveal you had changed into black lace, thinly cut that would potentially give you a wedgie.
He visibly perked up, tilting his head at you, itching to come forward.
You approached the bed, walking slowly, crawling towards him, stopping at his lap, you brought your legs beside him, straddling him, letting the rest of you relax against him.
"Let's try this again," you offered, delicately pecking his lips.
You let him undress you again, this time with the aid of the lace, he still slipped them down to your ankles.
"Thought you wanted those," you pointed out, finally feeling his fingers dig into your core.
"Eh," he shrugged, "visually."
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A/n; for a second you had him like...
some god oc funnies
im never going to recover from this am i…?
Achilles has been flooding my mind my friends
Low-key need him on his knees sucking off Patroclus like his life depends on it
Bsky surprise for @i3elladonna !?
ONE DONE. AND A WHOLE LOT MORE TO GO.
Captain Odysseus!! (And some Odypoli, Polites is a shark shifter)
*COUGH* I uuuuuuuuh-
yeah
