How to Flirt With Your Man; Tips and Tricks for Demons (part 1: Gaz)

Sometimes a subtle approach can work to your advantage.

You fiddle with your necklaces, giving a little huff when the chains and charms remain hopelessly caught. After a moment, you tap Gaz's shoulder. He looks up from the computer he's been fussing with and raises a brow. You lean down so he can get a better look at your necklaces and pout.

"They're tangled," You explain, "would you mind helping me?"

"Really?" He asks, a little incredulous.

"Really!" You bounce on your toes, with a whine, "Kyle, please." He shakes his head and turns in his chair to face you. He sighs and raises his hands to start working at the knot.

He picks at one of the thing chains with a blunt nail, grumbling to himself as he twists the knotted necklaces to find a better angle. You tip your head for him, settle your hands on your thighs to accommodate him while he works. If the motion happens to push your chest out then that's just a crazy coincidence. Gaz's eyes dart down, stuck dead on your cleavage, the low cut top far beyond regulation. He clears his throat and refocuses his attention on your necklaces.

Tries to, at least. His eyes move between the tangle and your chest, his fingers moving slower with his eyes off their work. You smile a little to yourself, feeling his fingers brush your skin. Suddenly he isn't working on the necklace with it off your chest, he's looping the different chains around each other in a way that lets him drag his fingertips over the top of your breasts.

"Lean forward a bit more, doll," He asks, his voice starting to grow tight. You slide your hands to your knees, pushing your breasts together, your necklace sliding between them so that Gaz has to fish it out to keep working on it. "Tangled, huh?"

"So tangled," You agree. You catch the hint of a smile when you glance at him.

"Should check and make sure your panties aren't twisted." He offers.

"You know," You purr, "I think they just might be."

The next revamped character from my campaign- Luck

Old Design

💐Someone please help him, he wants to be a wife so bad!🥺💐

Reference: 💌

Luck

my arcane trickster! played him in a couple oneshots but I think he’d be really fun living in a campaign

lucky day to be named luck!

something ive realized about social media is that people like Character Design but they do not actually like ocs. you can make a zillion designs of like, a humanized fish or can of soda or flower or whatever and get thousands of likes. but once the novelty wears off and you actually want to Make something with the characters and give them a story (mini comics, a longform webcomic, animations etc) its like pulling teeth.

outside of your mutual circle, you will get one or two reblogs thats like "#i dont know what this is from but—" like they are just incapable of realizing there is art outside of fanart. i no longer blame people that go "oh this isnt my oc its actually just my au/take on [popular character this looks nothing like] from [big media everyone loves]" bc you literally cannot get people to engage w/ your art unless its a one off design or already connected to something .

man. idk where im going with this besides it feels like there's nowhere for ocs that arent gimmicky and marketable and it SUCKS !

*gently wraps your tired little shark self in an obscenely fluffy blankie, tucks pillow under pointy face, and gives head smooch*

You always bring me joy, especially fighting cancer this year. Don't give up, but don't forget to bite people so you can breathe! 💛

instructional booklet for basal and listless ceteceans feeling like looking for porpoise

running a little late, but someone's finally arriving at the @kirbyoctournament !

sent in to the tourney by her well meaning friends, starstruck is a Totally Normal adult waddle dee from king dedede's kingdom of dream land! she's here to try and meet new people, and maaaybe get out of her anxious shell a little bit!

equipped with her customary cheerful attitude, she's also sporting a brand new backpack full of lovingly packed goodies to help her through the event.

if you'd like to get to know her a little better, you can check out her tag on my blog, or these three important comics from previously!

a few notes for any interactions

🌸 despite being a waddle dee, other waddle dees typically don't like being around her, and folks who already know what a waddle dee should be like also tend to get a weird vibe off her. 🌸 she is quite friendly and approachable, but prone to extreme anxiety if she perceives she might have done something wrong or inappropriate. tiny wanya takes criticism the way a handful of hay takes a flame. 🌸 if you have wings and you take her flying she'll never leave your side. she's only palm sized, so if you are big and have wings or can fly, please pick her up and go flying with her please please pleeaase she wants to go go flying and fawn over your wings so so bad 🌸 for the purposes of the tourney, which by merit of its existence is something of an au timeline, consider this event to completely predate her ability to summon these.

good luck, everybody ☆

(did ya know that 2024 is the year of the green wood dragon? i had lost track of what animal the zodiac was, and I was surprised :) it's my own zodiac sign)

pizzagirl

i....am....yearning for gaz and lucky.

The favorite children...

You wiggle a little in Gaz's lap feeling the shift of his cock, trying to find just the right spot for him. You feel him bump your sweet spot and your eyes roll, you push your hips a little more firmly into his lap and he lets out a breath. His hands grip your hips, slide up your sides and back down to hold you in place.

"Press down on me doll, lemme see you feel good," He tells you and you nod. You don't know what Gaz could be getting out of this until he fucks up into you. It's a shallow motion but it hits you just right, makes your eyes roll with a whine. He does it again and again, letting you fuck yourself into his lap as he holds you in just the right place.

It's just for you, just so you can feel him hitting your soft spot while he watches. Gaz's eyes shine watching you arch and grind into his lap. You lean forwards, settle your hands on his shoulder, and her grabs them. He holds your wrists tight and pins them by your sides.

"Hold onto your ankles," He commands and you obey, grabbing your legs to force your back straight, just on the wrong side of off balance. Gaz reaches to push your shoulders back, trails his hand down to stroke the soft skin on your stomach. He hums, pushes his feet against the bed and thrusts up into you. The only thing keeping you steady is his hand on you, pressing against your stomach to feel for himself.

"Kyle," You whine, when he does it again. He nearly bucks you off, and you moan when you're forced to settle back in his lap heavily, taking him to the base in one quick motion. His cock hits you deep, and you clench around him to try to keep him inside as you rock your hips.

His hand moves from your stomach to your throat, gripping you tight and pulling you down. You squeeze your ankles, your stomach flexing to keep from toppling on top of him. Gaz's hold tightens until you gasp, your hands flying to hold his wrist as he fucks up into your desperate cunt. You can feel your slick coating the coarse hair around his cock, coating your thighs as the wet noise of him fucking you fills the room.

"What do you need baby?" He coos, voice dripping with false sweetness. You know exactly how he wants you to ask, and the embarrassment of it makes heat prickle over your skin.

"Want you to fuck me Daddy," you mumble, rewarded immediately by the wicked grin that splits his face.

"Yeah?" He smiles, letting you nod, your chin bumping his hand as you do, "Lucky I'm feelin' generous." He pulls you down to kiss you, picking up the pace as he bullies his tongue into your mouth, swallowing down each gasp and moan he fucks out of you. He pulls away and shakes you by the neck, just once, just to watch your eyes go glassy, before he pulls out and smacks your thigh, his fingers grazing your ass. "On your back baby," He tells you, helping you clamor off, "wanna fuck you properly."

My roomie recently dropped the fact she has access to a sticker maker on me so obviously I needed to capitalize on that. Drawing in a style like this is incredibly unfamiliar to me but I gave it a good college try.

Warmup art of a disheveled Luck

Okay now where's the Seb teddy bear so I can make them kiss each other!?

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Some more elkh! Featuring the first drawing of Luck hehe