#D smooth

[kyurochurro]

troubles that come with tribbles...

(aka a good excuse to draw one of my fav episodes and fav crew members while coming back from a heavy week at uni ;D)

#churro art #my art #digital art #illustration #fanart #star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #james kirk #james t kirk #jim kirk #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #nyota uhura #tribbles #AHHH I LOVE HOW THIS ONE CAME OUTTTT #IT CAME OUT SO SMOOTH AND CLEAN AND IDK I JUST LOVE HOW THESE 3 LOOK HERE!!! :d #okay quick honest moment: uni has been HEAVY this past... jeez 2 weeks? #so ive been a bit burnt out and riddled with headaches #not to mention barely any time to indulge in star trek SOBS T_T #but its okay!! im really enjoying my time in class and with my peers; i have some real awesome professors!! just... so much homework LMAO #anyways this past week ive barely drawn its kinda killing me... #but i started this yesterday as a sketch and just took the first half of today to draw this out and gosh im so in love with how it looks!! #helped a lot as a warmup AND a brain break LOL #u know me if i have the chance to draw uhura im GONNA TAKE ITTTT shes such a cutie #also can i just say that the green uniform shirt LOOKS SO GOOD ON KIRK I LOVEEE ITTT i cant believe ive barely drawn him in it ...

[kookoofufu]

I re-read summit war saga for the millionth time, started making these as a joke then got way too into it

#one piece #one piece meme #one piece memes #one piece fanart #monkey d. luffy #bartholomew kuma #buggy the clown #op spoilers #one piece spoilers #marineford #impel down #shitpost #jimbei #jinbe #jinbei #whitebeard #marshall d. teach #i am actually so proud of this it's MY badly drawn garbage #i redrew some of these when i discovered the smooth tool. i am fucking dedicated to quality memes #please clap #op fanart

[probably-not-a-rutabaga]

i offer one of my favorite frames from aberration short so far,, just to show that i am indeed making progress :]

#y'all the full thing has to be done by april 12th #i am going to scream #so like #yay !!! it'll be done soon !!!!! #but also.. nooo..... it's not gonna be super smooth and nice animation bc i had to use short cuts n shit 😔 #also the backgrounds are lowkey not great rn.. i'm probably not gonna fix them unless i have time to spare #ON THE BRIGHT SIDE !!!! #i have wonderful voice actors.. a bestie who's helping me color stuff... and the power of silly cartoons to get me through this #okay- tag rant over !! just very excited for y'all to see this once i'm done with it :D

[ghostiezone]

hey guys did you know worms are smooth as hell

(AKA i spent WAY too long on something that was supposed to be a quick break between projects)

#trigun #trigun fanart #trigun stampede #zazie the beast #millions knives #legato bluesummers #nicholas d wolfwood #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #midvalley the hornfreak #razlo the trip of death #razlo the tri punisher of death #trigun legato #trigun razlo #trigun wolfwood #trigun zazie #sharks are smooth #trigun worms #ghostiezone #stuck-in-the-ghost-zone

[mooseymi]

Various not-quite-matching Three Firearms™ scribblies, ey

#trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #nicholas d. wolfwood #my art #vash out here clashin' with the smooth brushes #I just wanted that dwawin' to be sharper lookin'

[purpleleafsyt]

Figured I should post these here too! These are pieces for a daily account I'm a part of over on Twitter and all three have finally posted :]

All done in MS Paint, btw

#purplearts #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #cccc #cj soul #noose imagery #scopophobia #eyestrain #PLEASE IGNORE THAT LANGUAGE IS MISSPELLED IN THE SECOND IMAGE I CANT BE BOTHERED TO FIX IT FOR THESE POSTS #also the gaps in lyrics are intentional #on twt the missing lyrics are for the captions but the formatting would look strange here so im not adding it #ALSO i know its 'on jesus' but I like oh jesus better here #anyways. yeag. art #the first was a pain because i accidentally used the anialiasing brush that forced me to manually erase everything #the other two went pretty smooth sailing though #im. gonna stop rambling in my tags now goodbye :D

[babblingeccentric]

The long awaited Ace x Survivor!Reader pussy eating scene

contains: cunilingus (obviously), grinding, consent negotiation

"No! I- I don't… Not yet. I'm… it's…"

"It's okay. We can wait as long as you need. Take it nice and slow." Ace says gently, rubbing your arms comfortingly.

"Okay. Slow. I like slow." You say as your breathing calms. You are struck with immense gratitude for Ace, his gentleness, his patience, his care for you. It makes his terrible table manners and habit of falling asleep on top of you and trapping you completely irrelevant.

"I'm cold," you say looking up at him with big eyes that you know turn him to mush.

"I can help with cold," he says, eyes crinkling as he grins and pulls you onto his lap.

Your naked chest pushes against his, breasts squishing and making Ace's grin widen. You know he's a sucker for your tits, and you don't mind considering how good he makes you feel when spends an evening sucking and biting and kissing and kneading them.

With his arms wrapped around you and your bare skin pressed together it's not long before the heat of Ace's body is raising your own temperature enough to make you squirm. He starts pressing hotter kisses to your neck and face, making your hands clutch uselessly at his back to try and anchor you. Your squirming has begun to grind the thin fabric barrier of your underwear against his bare cock, which has been hanging out from his shorts.

Your reedy mewl of "Aaace" makes him pull back a little and press your foreheads together for a little breathing room.

"You've gotten so much more talkative. You used to be quiet as a mouse when we first started doing this kind of thing," he remarks, smirking.

"Your fault," you retort as you look away and scowl, making Ace laugh.

"It better be," he says. "Anyway, if you're still not ready to go all the way, what do you want to do instead?"

"Uhh" you answer, having not given much thought to possibilities beyond the hands and thighs you've already tried, and the dread that the thought of a dick inside you and a man over you inspires.

"Cause I was wondering if you'd let me eat you out. I'm really good at it," Ace says eagerly.

"Huh?" you respond eloquently.

"Y'know. Let me go down on you, suck you off, stick my tongue in you, make you cream all over my face." Ace lists nonchalantly.

"Oh G.d," you say faintly

"...Is that a good "oh G.d" or a bad one?" He asks after you fail to say any more.

"I… Good. I think," you say absently, still overcome with the idea of Ace's mouth on you there. You've felt its hot and wet pressure on your own mouth, your skin and neck and breasts. It seems stupid to have not realized the possibilities of a mouth for yourself after how much dick you'd been forced to suck. But you'd never considered the idea until just now. "Oh god…"

"Okay, so is that a yes?" Ace checks as he hooks fingers into the waistband of your damp panties.

"Yes. I want you to eat me out," you tell him. He grins and shifts you up the bed so he can stick his face between your thighs and pull your underwear down.

It’s a weird feeling, anticipation swirling in your gut at the pleasure you know Ace can give you but it mixes with some of the same fear from that hellish ship you can’t seem to get rid of. It makes your heart pound.

Ace doesn’t bother to start slow, tearing off your underwear with the same enthusiasm he rips the wrappers off candy bars. Unlike with food, he takes a moment before diving in to just look. It makes you squirmy and embarrassed but also hot and eager.

After looking his fill Ace doesn’t bother with any more niceties, he just presses his whole face between your thighs to wrap his mouth over your pussy. His hands worm their way under your ass to pull you closer into his face.

He eats you like you're a ripe peach, mouth opening and closing sucking you in the whole time. Every motion long and slow.

Everything is hot and wet and so so much as it threatens to burn you up while his big hands dig into the soft give of your cheeks.

His tongue comes out to scoop the slick leaking from your cunt into his mouth. The soft wet smacks are the filthiest thing you've ever heard.

It returns to dip into your hole and dig out more of the fluid. You realize you've been making pitchy little ah-ah-ah whines and digging your fingers into the blankets like you'll fall off

Your legs are hooked over Ace's shoulders, your heels digging into his back. There's a wet pop as he pulls off you and asks "Good?"

He knows damn well it's good as you lie there gasping like a fish, and you can tell by the roguish grin as he asks. His hair is a mess and his entire chin is glossy with spit and your fluid.

"I-- hah- ah- Please!" You stutter out

He grins wider and returns to your cunt. This time he gets more precise, licking up your slit before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking like it's a hard candy. You writhe under him, left untethered as your orgasm sweeps over you and you can’t think.

He keeps sucking through your spasms as your heels kick and your thighs shake around him, slowly weaning off the pressure as you come down. You squirm and he shifts to gentle licks, cleaning the slick you’ve dripped.

Looking down at him between your legs you’re swept with overwhelming love for him. Who else would treat you so kindly, hold you so tenderly, make you feel so good?

He looks good like this, too. His hat is on the nightstand leaving his glossy black hair free for you to run your fingers through, his eyes dark and lidded full of desire, the spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks peeking out above your mound. You cradle his temple and pull him up towards you.

He goes reluctantly. He would be happy to spend the night down between your thighs patiently working you to orgasm over and over again until the pleasure washes your mind free of all of the terrible touches you endured on that ship and all you can think about is you and him and feeling good. Maybe another time.

“Good?” He asks again, voice soft and tender.

“Very, very good.” you tell him as you swipe a thumb over his angular cheekbone.

“Good,” he says and tucks himself in beside you on the bed

#one piece smut #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace smut #reader insert #x reader #mine #my writing #fic #survivor reader #i wanna smooth out that transition from crying to flirting its a non sequitur #and I'm not sure i like it #like if the reader gets it or it flows right #and im not sure im perfectly happy w the ending #i edited it in and im not sure if i wanna add more or should leave it

[hiddenspriings]

engaged 💍

#ts3 #ts3 gameplay #strange lepacy #strange 2 #im too lazy to fix the clipping sorry :x #but also not sorry this is gameplay blog #(offtopic but once I had a friend who'd go all D: when she saw someone didnt smooth out sharp edges or clipping on their sims 4 posts) #(and now Im convinced this is what happens when you focus too much on editing and too little on actually having fun)

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

Chalk

Albedo x GN!Reader

A/N: this is partial crack I was gonna write a serious but I got bored :>

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"So if we put you in water you'll dissolve?"

He watches them hum as they lean back against his desk from their seat next to his workbench. Of all the things he expected to hear when he invited them to Dragonspine.

"That's... not how it works." Albedo's absolutely done expression and monotone voice tell them he's not exactly amused.

It sorta looks like he regrets telling them his true origins and honestly why not? They've made light of the situation. But his expression turns fond when he realizes that they were joking, taking his hand in theirs.

"Doesn't matter what you're made of Albedo you won't be getting rid of me that easy," He smiles, his heart filled with warmth at the comment- "Even if you could dissolve in water I'd carry an umbrella with me and even make a nice barrel to catch you in and dry you up later!"-only for it to merge into one of mild disappointment.

"How reassuring..." he deadpans, but he doesn't let go of their hands. "Wait!" They shout swiftly removing the glove on his left hand and poking and prodding the digits.

"Albedo can you-! Doesn't that mean-cause you're made of chalk that you-if you used your fingers on the wall you could write-" They stammer their mind an absolute scattered mess as they try to process through the information provided to them and their own curiosity.

He sighs again and rolls his eyes for emphasis on how done he is.

"-Yes I can write with my fingers on the wall."

"REALLY?!" Albedo's right hand flies up to cover his left ear as he winces at the sudden high pitch and tighter grip of his hand.

"Yes," He starts, eyes crinkling in amusement at the sparkles in their eyes. "-and so can Klee and you and anybody else for that matter."

They pout, deflating a little and loosing their grip in disappointment.

"Now you're just messing with me."

"And your train of thoughts are completely off, but please continue."

He nods at his bare hand while glancing at the glove they've long tossed on to his work bench.

"My hand is rather cold now since you've taken my glove hostage."

Flustered they apologize and try to reach for his glove but he silences them by intertwining their hand with his.

"My current research doesn't require both hands." He turns back towards the work bench reaching for a pencil to leave a note on a diagram. They sit there flustered but they don't mind either enjoying his warmth even if he runs cooler than most.

"Thank you for being here-" He squeezes their hand not once looking away from his notes but they don't need to see his face to know how much this means to him. "-and for accepting me as I am."

Edited: 10/22/2023

#gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #I haven't written in a while so this is what I got #smooth bedo :D

[sparring-spirals]

i also feel like i should note i still havent watched the animated bells hells intro yet. so i hope everyone is ready for me to be ANNOYING AS HELL ABOUT IT, EXTREMELY LATE, the moment i do

#ive seen bits of it with my sound off and have already had my brain pinging like 'OOGH imogens fall into ashtons!!!!!!!' oryms form and #the smoothness of the move vs the force of the thrust after will and derrig dissolve... #ooorgh.... anyway. what a great intro. hope people are ready for me to write seven posts about it like 2 weeks late :'D #critical role #bell's hells #bell's hells animated intro

[blackjackkent]

Jaheira rubs a cloth from her pack slowly along the sleek blade of one of her scimitars and examines its edge with an appraising eye. For a little while she pretends to ignore the small shape creeping around the edge of the fire towards her, but eventually Boo is sitting almost at her knee and she gives the hamster a sidelong glance.

"What is it then, small one?" she says dryly, the pale green pulse of an animal speech spell flaring around her body.

Boo perches up on his back legs and peers up at her with that beady, unreadable stare. Jaheira looks back thoughtfully, raising one eyebrow.

She reflects, not for the first time, that for all that Minsc often seems mad, it is hard to ignore that there is something about the little beast that is more than bestial. The little dark eyes shine with intelligence, and he is the only creature she has ever attempted to speak to with aid of magic that has deliberately not deigned to speak back.

And it is no different today. Boo ignores the spell and simply squeaks once, loudly, then turns and looks back across the fire towards the bedrolls of the camp. Jaheira follows his gaze, and has to resist the urge to smile. Minsc is peering around the edge of one of the tents with an air of stealth that would be more appropriate if he were about half the size that he is.

She has not spoken to him since their argument when they first arrived back from the sewers, and though Boo offers no words, the message is clear. You have grieved him. Will you not clear the air?

"He does not need to hide," she tells Boo softly. "You may tell him so."

Boo squeaks again and scurries off into the shadows.

She returns to the care of her weapons and does not look up when she hears the Rashemaar's heavy footfalls at her side.

"May Minsc sit?" he rumbles.

She smiles slightly. "You feel you must ask permission?"

He drops down at her side and stares into the slowly dying flames. A silence stretches for a few moments before he says haltingly, "I still do not understand all of your anger, Jaheira. But if Minsc has given offense, then he shall not rest until the offense is eased." A pause. "Minsc has lost too many witches. He does not want to lose you."

Jaheira draws a slow breath, lets it out heavily. "You have not lost me, Minsc," she says quietly. "It was I who almost lost you." She frowns. "And I have also lost too much to suffer that lightly."

Minsc looks at her sideways. "But you will not be my Wychlaran," he says. It is not a question, just a flat, tired statement of fact.

She sighs. "Minsc... do you think I did not listen when you spoke to Dynaheir, to Aerie? It was a bond of trust, entered into willingly by both sides. You cannot claim me in such a bond without my knowledge." A pause. "If you wished a place at my side, you should have asked me. Not claimed space within me like a conqueror."

He considers that in silence. "Jaheira, as always, speaks more wisely than Minsc can even think," he agrees after a little while. His mouth draws into a tight line. Then, in a very low voice, he adds, "Minsc has been afraid."

At that, she does lift her head away from her attention on the blades and looks at him directly for the first time. She knows Minsc well enough to know that this is an admission he would make to no one else.

"So many things have changed, Jaheira. I do not remember my time as a stone, for to Minsc it passed like lightning, like a blink - something and then nothing, and then something again but with more itching. Itching and loneliness. Had I a witch she would have soothed both. But I had none... Dynaheir was dead many a long year, and Aerie so far away that Minsc might never see her again..."

She nods slowly. She still remembers the keen, biting emptiness in her chest in the days after Khalid's death - the knowledge that she had been hurt beyond measure and that the one who would have eased the pain was beyond her reach. "You had only me."

"Yes," he answers, and a little more energy comes back into his voice. "And it seemed to Minsc that you must be my new witch, for you were the only one I trusted so, and a Rashemaar without his witch is like Boo without a bit of grain - quite empty." A pause. "Minsc forgot that for Minsc to have a witch, the witch must also have Minsc."

Jaheira smiles slightly and reaches over to rest a hand lightly on his knee. "I will not call myself Wychlaran - but you have me at your side, no matter the name, Minsc," she says quietly. "I did not travel yet again through the Baldurian sewer muck simply to toss you away."

His shoulders relax a little and she can see the slight curve of his lips back into his more accustomed smile. "Good. Minsc is glad to hear it," he says quietly.

For a little while, they sit in companionable silence, watching as the flames slowly drift lower and lower. Boo crawls back out of the shadows, dragging a carrot from the camp supply sack larger than he is; settling between them, he begins to gnaw contentedly on his prize. Jaheira begins to feel some of the tension that has been her constant companion for so many months beginning to bleed away. So much danger still lies ahead... but her friend, at least, is safe again, and that makes such a tremendous difference. He is not one of those she has lost, not yet.

"So," Minsc says abruptly after a little while. "This new monk you travel with. Hector. Tell me of him."

Jaheira stirs, jarred loose from reverie, and has to take a moment to collect her thoughts enough to answer. "A good man, I think," she says slowly after a little while. "He has seen as much in a few months as we did in all our time in Amn, and still stands as straight as he did the day I met him."

Minsc nods. "Minsc sees Rasaad in him," he says gravely.

Jaheira says nothing for a moment. Then she nods. "He has much the same temperament. He says little and sees much. Even when we were closest, Rasaad often said little of what was in his heart, and I think Hector also holds much he does not reveal."

"And he is not quick to catch a joke," Minsc points out with a sudden broad grin. "He said to Minsc that the bond of a Wychlaran sounded only like friendship. At that Minsc laughed, for such a thing should be laughed at, and said that by such a thought, the whole camp is full of my Wychlarans! But the monk did not laugh in turn; Minsc is not sure he saw the jest."

Jaheira grins crookedly. "Perhaps he did not. Certainly that was also a failing in Rasaad at times; perhaps Selunites are not trained in the art of humor." A long pause. "But I like him, Minsc. He is brave in spite of great fear - and good reason for it. He loves fiercely, friend and lover alike. He kills doppelgangers with only his fists. And there are shades of Caden in him, too; I think he would be kind even though it killed him."

Minsc squares his shoulders stoutly. "Then Minsc and Boo shall see to it that it does not kill him, for they shall kick the butts of all by his side." Boo lifts his head, his cheeks fat with a great mouthful of carrot, and gives a muffled squeak.

Jaheira chuckles. "He is in good hands indeed, then."

"Hands and paws," Minsc amends with a wide grin.

"Of course," she says, and grins back. "How could I forget?"

#my writing #bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #caden of candlekeep #drabble #jaheira #bg3 jaheira #bg3 minsc #minsc #bg3 boo #bg3 drabble #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #i never know how to tag this stuff #pretty pleased with this though c: #really wanted to write a bit of their interaction and smooth over some of the minor bits of minsc's bg3 intro that bothered me #(mostly i've loved all of it but some things needed addressing :D ) #i'm really having a lot of feelings about jaheira lately

[heartstringsduet]

Have some Inspiration and Seven Sentence Sunday for the next Let Me Part coming to you next week. 🔗 So EXCITED for this one. again, this is a D/s dynamic fic so only read/rb if you like that

“What if someone at the firehouse sees these when I change?” TK had asked one day, fingering the bite mark on his thigh and dipping into the red welts of where Carlos had held his hips down. Carlos’ hands had joined his, touching these spaces with a mix of guilt but mostly reverence and belonging. “Not to burst your bubble, baby, but I think they all know you’re a bit wild in bed.” TK’s lips had pursed but then he quickly dissolved into laughter, slumping back against the mattress. “I guess so. But do they know that you’re the true kinky mastermind?” Carlos had blushed at that, years of suppressing and being ashamed of this, on top of being gay, not easily dispelled. Like he’d sensed it, TK had taken his face in his hands, forcing Carlos to look at him. “Babe, it’s what we both like. Our friends wouldn’t give a fuck if they knew. My own parents-” Carlos groaned. “Please, don’t make me think of Captain Owen Strand applauding us for doing scenes.” TK straddled his hips and pressed Carlos’ wrists into the sheets. Against Carlos’ mouth he said, “Safe, consensual, fucking mind-blowing scenes.” He kissed Carlos, then smirked. “And actually, my mom would be the ecstatic one.” Flipping them over, TK on the bottom now, arms caged above his head, Carlos whispered, “Please, shut up.”

Tagging @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @liminalmemories21 @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @paperstorm @goodways @alrightbuckaroo @birdclowns @thebumblecee

#seven sentence sunday #let me series #michelle writes #tarlos #tarlos fic #d/s dynamic #this one will be one with mostly smooth sailing #AHH

[honeywafflez1art]

Haven't posted in a minute here, have 2 gouache Sitaras for ur troubles🫶

#Did the 1st one then was like FUCK she's way too smooth and rendered. Thus the 2nd was born #Idk they're not perfect but they balance each other so it's ok :D #watch dogs #watch dogs 2 #sitara dhawan #dedsec

[mostlikelytofangirl]

Something something old man yaoi

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wenqi #ruoren #wen ruohan #lan quiren #I had to get the new version of csp and it's not being a smooth sail #but I think I finally comfortable enough with a couple brushes??? #had to practice on something so you get old bickering men #bc I think they can be So Fun :D #me calls this art

[sysig]

Laptop, now available for 500 pet-tickets (Patreon)

#Doodles #UT #Handplates #Gaster #W. D. Ghoster #It's a fair exchange don't worry about the arcade ticket-counter jacked up prices just go right ahead and buy now pay later #More of this because it's cute lol #I had a few more that were more general thoughts and trying to expand without getting So huge that they were unworkable lol #Striking that balance ✨ Reasonable attainable goals! Probably! Lol #He's just fun to play around with hehe ♪ #I also felt like I was finally starting to fall into a comfortable pattern of drawing him here haha - still no studies but getting happier #Dot eyes are quite cute hehe #He's made up of a lot of elements I've forgotten over time! Smooth round head and no nose bridge exactly - no ears lol #Takes a bit to fall back into the groove but him being cute helps #I do really like the little two-set of him shooing the player's hand away from petting haha #And then being so sassy about remaining unbothered haha - he has a new toy! Stop distracting him! #Yes I spelled gratitude wrong it's fine lol #I'm also quite partial to trying to talk about ukagakas with him and him stubbornly refusing to engage haha #Just a quick fourth wall break that he blatantly ignores hehe #And the final stage - acceptance #Haha ♪

[simplepotatofarmer]

What do you think is the worse C!Tommy take? Like he’s a good example to me as a good character who suffers in the fandom from Woobification and being hated on for making mistakes (especially by toxic inniters) and I’m just wondering what do you think it’s like the worst take in your opinion, that misunderstood his character the most?

(and just to make it a bit more challenging and fun it doesn’t have to be related to Techno or even Dream if you want to get a bit spicy.) You don’t have to do that, but it’s just a little challenge if you want

oh man.

well.

i think the worst take is that c!tommy had healthy relationships.

and this isn't to say that all his relationships were bad, just that there was a lot of things that made them unhealthy. especially his relationship with c!wilbur. the idea that those two had anything like a 'healthy' relationship is genuinely probably the worst take for me.

which, again, isn't hate towards either of them nor is it to say wilbur didn't care about tommy, just that it was a relationship that, in the end, hurt tommy a lot.

and it was kinda the same with all his relationships, including c!tubbo, but he was also a teenager that wasn't exactly having the best time of things so what were we expecting, y'know? i just think it's more interesting to see the flaws in relationships than to smooth away the rough edges.

#loyal answers things #this might be my hottest take ever and there's no WAY i'm tagging this i'm so sorry #also my stance on not smoothing away rough edges is why in my rivals fic d has straight up punched t and shit like that #i LOVE the complicated shit