Ceph Got A Chibi Too Of Course! Opening Commissions In This Style Later This Week. 

Moss troll. From a scandinavian forest.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkVwA__Fk9g

A warm-up sketch, that turned into something a bit more.

Late night doodles of my OC, Indigo. 

It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... On days like these, kids like you? Should be burning in hell.

Sinful Sunday: the thought of Bakugo just fingering you whilst you're on a loong journey somewhere is forever making itself prominent in my mind 🤤 he’s just rubbing at your clit and not letting you cum until he gives permission 😭

Oh my, darling! 😳 Thank you for your wonderfully sinful idea! I couldn't resist the urge to write a short fic about our explosive boy. I firmly believe he's an embodient of promiscuity 😏

SINFUL SUNDAY

The air inside the bus is unbearably hot and stale, and you rest your arm against the window, thankful for having a seat while others struggle to find standing room. As you make a stop, an elderly lady vacates the seat next to you, and in the blink of an eye, someone else takes her place. You don't pay much heed to my fellow passenger; instead, you gaze out the window, daydreaming about the refreshing coolness of tap water waiting for you at home, just another fifty minutes away.

The heat is becoming a bit too much for you, and you're keen to avoid breaking a sweat. Thankfully, you just now notice that the upper part of the bus window is adjustable. As soon as this realization dawns on you, you extend your hand to grasp the handle.

Suddenly, an arm shoots up from the seat beside you. "Here, let me help with that," the man sitting next to you offers, and with a single, determined pull, he manages to open the stubborn window, allowing the refreshing breeze to caress your face.

"Thank you," you gratefully respond.

You stare at him, finally registering his features. His intense, crimson-red eyes are piercing and reflect his determination and strong-willed nature. He boasts a well-defined, muscular physique. His ash blond hair, spiky and untamed, adds to his demeanor.

Your eyes widen as he begins to lazily and casually stroke your thigh, his fingers coaxing the fabric of your summer dress upward beneath his touch. Swiftly, you reach down, attempting to push his hand away or, at the very least, halt its progress. However, he persists, increasing the pressure when you make an effort to remove his hand. "Could you please stop that?" You whisper, frustration evident in your tone, but his smile remains unyielding.

Finally, his hand comes to rest on the bare skin of your thigh. "Don't make a scene over nothing, dear," he retorts, a light chuckle escaping his lips. The unsettling innocence in his tone causes you to recoil at the endearment. "My only intention is to bring us both comfort. Isn't this heat insufferable? Allow me to help ya, dumbass."

His words come deliberately, almost tauntingly, and you surprise yourself by listening intently, though your trust in him remains guarded. As he speaks, his damned hand inches up your thigh, his fingertips lightly grazing the edge of your lacy panties. On pure instinct, you squeeze your legs together, determined to thwart his advances. The realization suddenly strikes you that you're in a public place, and the thought of anyone witnessing his inappropriate touch sends a surge of panic mingled with a glimmer of hope coursing through me. You dart your gaze around, scanning the surroundings, only to be met with a sea of oblivious backs.

"Don't fret, dumbass," the man seated beside you soothes, his touch persisting against your panties. "No one will take notice. We're way at the back of the bus, and I'm a pro hero, so you're safe."

You can't help but scoff at his claim of being a pro hero, considering the situation. "You're a pro hero, huh?" You retort with a skeptical edge in your voice, your resistance to his advances growing stronger. "Some hero you are, causing trouble like this in public."

He chuckles lowly, a condescending smile playing on his lips as he leaned in closer. "You must be quite the idiot or completely out of touch with media if you don't recognize Bakugo Katsuki himself," he quips, his tone dripping with smugness as he stretches his back a little.

Only then you realize who he truly is, and blush creeps on your cheeks. "Shit."

You catch your breath, a hushed gasp escaping you as you feel his calloused hand slip beneath your panties, his middle finger immediately finding its way to your clit. Your fingers clasp around his arm, trembling as you vigorously shake your head.

He winks and continues to explore between your legs, his fingers insistent as they glide along your already slick folds.

His caresses gradually transform into determined rubbing, and your stomach churns with embarrassment as you become acutely aware of your body's response. You're growing increasingly aroused, a fact that only heightens your internal turmoil.

"You look quite cute when you blush," he murmurs. His middle finger presses against your entrance, and all you can do is gasp.

With slow determination, Bakugo pushes his finger into you, whispering warmly, "Enjoy it, little girl. Let me make you feel good."

A violent shiver of pleasure runs through your body when he reaches inside you, struggling against your tight, resisting pussy and building his strokes into a tauntingly slow pace.

His finger moves with attentiveness that is almost kind, with each stroke pressing a little deeper, exploring his prize. You focus on the waves of warm, pure ecstasy that travel through your unwilling body, and you feel ashamed and weak. A second finger joins the first, and without delay, a third finger follows suit, causing his thrusts to become painful. You let out an uncomfortable whimper, trying to wiggle away from his touch.

"That's right," Katsuki says hungrily, his breathing heavier than before. He slides closer to you, his body presses against yours, trapping you between the window and him. His hand is picking up pace, rocking your lower body, stretching your little pussy painfully as he thrusts his thick fingers into your cunny.

You whimper weakly and his breath brushes against your face when he says, "Look at me, doll. I want you to look at me."

You open your eyes. Bakugo's face is awfully close to yours now, and you feel frightened of the greedy lustful glint in his eyes as he licks his lips. The awful reality of the scandalous scene hits you again as you stare at his handsome face while his hand pounds into your dripping pussy. You become aware of the quiet wet sounds coming from down there, and you steal a glance down at your pussy and almost cry out as at the same time he presses his thumb masterfully on your swollen clit.

Your body starts to shiver with new unfamiliar but amazing waves of pleasure, and you feel something quickly building up inside you, waiting to be released with unbearable urgency. What would have been a moan is muffled by pro hero's lips when you're nearing your orgasm.

His skillful tongue is exploring your mouth as he retreats his hand befre you can reach your climax.

You gaps loudly as he breaks the kiss. "W-What… Why did you…"

"Stop?" He grinns at you, bringing his digits to his lips to lick them clean. "I thought you weren't thrilled with my little stunt? And let me tell ya, dumbass, you're fucking delicious," Bakugo quipped, rising from his seat. "Anyhow, this is my stop. Until tomorrow, doll."

As the bus came to a halt, he departed without a single backward glance in your direction.

You're acutely aware that you board this bus nearly every day to commute back home from work.

Space Void with Moon Phases Eyes 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘

Do not disturb

Emergency Rescue Squad by Belly W

Geto w mating press is stuck on my mind ong

a/n: hnGHHHH 😞

cw: f! reader, whiney geto, slight breeding, size kink, 18+

geto who can’t help but love the feeling of just being balls deep inside you— having you laid prettily on your back as he‘s striking his hips against you again and again repeatedly, he loves this position mainly so he stare right into your eyes as he‘s filling you up for a third time—

his jaw tightens each time and he groans, his base slapping against you with each thrust. “f—fuck prin—cess,” he‘d choke out— pounding into you, his hips had a mind of its own almost, your legs were just dangling in the air, and his lip quivers a bit and his breaths grows heavy— he‘s panting and you see his muscles flex, his abs clench, geto looks so pretty—

long strands of his darkened locks ran down his face, covering his eyebrows practically as he moved at full speed.

“s—suguru—” you‘d babble, and he gets a good grip on your thighs, just driving himself, bullying his way inside of you— you’re clenching around him so good it makes him bite his lip and his eyes nearly roll back, a soft whimper leaves his lip once he starts to feel himself come close again. “m-more.”

“okay—” he huffs out in a short breath, chasing his own breath, still having your thighs within his grip. “f—fuck, woman you’re killing me— h-here.”

geto‘s balls deep— so much so his mouth starts to water, you’re milking him again and he leans into your neck, softly biting down to shut himself up— he‘s always hated his noises during sex, especially whenever he became whiny— but it was cute, your pussy gripped around him tightly, holding him and never letting go and his head‘s spinning and spinning like a merry-go-round.

“it‘s okay— you don‘t gotta be shy, suguru.” you nervously smile— brushing some hair away from his face.

he pants— dumping a thick load into you, he had to take a moment, his thighs ache yet it feels good, feeling you all full— a tiny grunt leaves his lips as he‘s still buried to the hilt, pausing his hips that’s stuttered for just a moment before you feel his warm breath down your neck— and it makes you throb.

“i’m— not,” he mutters in a low hushed voice, before bringing a hand up to your tummy— lightly pressing down on it and you whimper, only for him to start caressing your skin. “you- you always know how to take so much out of me, sweetheart.”

and he leans in to kiss you— it‘s incredibly sloppy, you kiss back, his tongue swipes against yours and he tastes sweet, his breath collided against yours and he moans in your mouth only before you feel him starting to start up again— deeper, despite his own cum starting to race down the side of your thigh.

“mhm—” he groans, breaking away from the kiss, watching the tiny glistening strands of spit depart, geto was just so pretty—

he was fucked dumb for sure, his eyes were half-lidded, yet so full of lust not to mention love—

his hips yearned for more of your sweet cunt, each thrust making your thighs just bounce and jolt against him.

your entrance was slick, oozing with his warm sticky seed, strong rough hands attached to your thighs and he huffs out again and again—

having a race with his own panting, his eyes mindlessly roll back again and the way you grip against him is just— mouthwatering.

“f—fuck you’re so messy for me aren’t you, baby. . . ?” he groans, his back muscles tensing and contracting— and it was sexy, beefy and bulky yet was a mess from your pussy, he couldn‘t get enough— he was addicted.

once geto came again— he groans, pulling out to smear his leaky pink tip on your folds, rubbing it against your slit and he‘s huffing and puffing— hair all in his face, licking his lips as he watches you just completely stupid— legs spread and mouth dumbly and slightly open— a soft smile spreads on his lips before he mumbled.

“are you full, princess? because . . i want— to make you fuller, ple—ase,” he stammers.