#My SMUT Art

[pseudonymphomania]

Could I trouble you with a Barbatos request? Something with him being "totally lowkey" attention seeking with his booty (+ Demon form and elevated tail optional) and/or Diavolo or Sheep!MC touching the booty? SFW preferable, however I would certainly not be opposed to a rather cheeky non-SFW if you were inspired to lewd the Buttler 👉👈

[frenchcoucou]

choso ☆

ac: aransmind

[ozzgin]

The monster f*cker gods have sent me to ask the Oh Great Ozz..............How does it look when our tentacle monster bf tries to cuddle us.....I thought about this and just imagined how a boa constrictor wraps around it's prey. Thank you Great Ozz

-🦝 Anon

Here you go, anon. I compiled a little collection of possibilities. Might expand it later :)

[More monster doodles]

[lemon-wedges]

he's telling that story again, the one where he barked like a dog

[camilleflyingrotten]

[owwllly]

satoru is hungry

[pseudonymphomania]

It is my honest belief that if Diavolo can shed his uniform by turning into a demon then these two can be insta naked by morphing into Sad Mode, and if the quickest way to warm up is through skin contact then the quickest way to not be sad must also be through the skin. *not me making up lore to explain why they're conveniently naked or anything...*

Sad Diavolo is best Diavolo. Good choices were made to ensure he gets the best bang for his angst bucks but I'll be damned if it's too good of a deal. 🤣

Thank you for all your hard work. I'm a big fan!

Oh Happy Late Birthday Dear Prince~

[slvtmeout]

Why can’t one of my fictional men spawn in my room and fuck me senseless feed me with their cum make me gasp for air pound me vertically horizontally idc I need them on me in me under me fucking however they want ankles behind ears type of fucking big bulge on my belly from their cocks type of fucking yk thank you bye pound my pussy please

[metranart]

➡️ JOIN THEM IN THEIR LOVE NEST and find out

Hero work has never been so rewarding-...

[thatskindarough]

“‘I just…I thought you might like to come back, one day,’ Crowley said very quietly. Aziraphale’s foot pressed against his again, and Crowley drew in a sudden breath, as if he hadn’t been breathing properly since Aziraphale had stopped touching him.”

This piece was a commission from the lovely @fellshish for their lovely friend, @alphacentaurinebula ‘s fic What Are You Doing Here? This fic is cute, funny, heartwarming, and incredibly spicy, and I’m very much looking forward to finishing it! Thank you Fells for being wonderful to work with, and happy (belated) birthday to you Alphacentauri, I’m very happy I could do this for you!

[lyrifemme]

Helloooo I am back— like, fully!

Please enjoy a little self indulgent doodle as I get back in the saddle (mechanic butch forgot her lunch, and her femme sweetheart brought it to her at the shop. Thinking about following this one up with some, ah…lunch break fun :3)

[pseudonymphomania]

Reverse Bunny: Diavolo

[frenchcoucou]

long hair choso 🩶

ac: rednoki0

[ozzgin]

This August, they're coming for you.

[ervotica]

you’re an angel, i’m a dog — a.donaldson

pairing; older!art donaldson x fem!reader

warnings; roughly written, badly edited, not beta’d (because when is it ever?), allusions to smut, implied age gap (reader is early 20s, art is early 30s), slight tashi x fem!reader if you squint, infidelity (but tashi is kinda cool with it), just some thoughts about older!art and his pretty girl

a/n; this concept has been eating at me for daysss so i had to write it at least roughly! should we make this a series? (maybe get patrick involved?🫢) let me know what you think! ART & CHALLENGERS (poly!art & patrick) REQUESTS ARE OPEN! any questions / conversation starters about this particular au are highly appreciated and encouraged!! please come to my inbox 📥 <3

older!art is fucking obsessed with you— you, who comes to every one of his matches, who sits next to his wife in those adorable little tennis skirts you sport just for him, who whoops and cheers from the stands whether he wins or loses.

you’re forbidden fruit. so, naturally, he adores you.

tashi knows, because of course she does. she never pries, never so much as spares you a second glance when he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck and huffs hot air against the shell of your ear. she doesn’t care — you’ve made art better at tennis.

his confidence has skyrocketed since having a pretty thing like you cheering him on, his biggest and most enthusiastic supporter. he plays better, he second guesses himself less, he’s more relaxed.

you’re what’s been missing. the last piece of the puzzle.

an obedient little thing, glued to his side, wagging like a dog at his every command.

he fucking loves it. loves having someone relying on him for love and validation. loves the way you preen under his fervent gaze and flutter your lashes at the slightest touch.

when tashi asks you to join art’s team officially, you almost keel over.

“look, i don’t care that he’s fucking you… or that he’s in love with you. he has a shot at the us open this year, and he needs you by his side to do it.” she says. you’re quick to agree, ever obedient and desperate to please.

“he’s in love with me?”

she scoffs. “you’ve seen the way he looks at you. he almost creams his pants every time you’re in the same room as him.” she tilts your chin upwards with a crooked finger, giving your cheek an affectionate - albeit condescending - pat.

“you two can have your fun— but he has to win this year.”

art’s perched against the doorframe when you turn, corded forearms crossed over his chest. you scrunch your nose, pushing back a smile that crinkles at your eyes despite your efforts.

fucking smitten.

tashi rolls her eyes, a half smile tugging at the corner of her lips, and she nudges you towards him.

“go on.”

he opens his arms in greeting and you’re quick to fall into them, your fingers knotting in the shorn hair at his nape. his chest expands beneath your own as he takes a long breath, and he presses his nose to your pulse point, shuddering.

“love you.” he murmurs into your skin.

“love you more.”

he could cry; he doesn’t remember the last time someone told him they loved him and meant it. you’re obsessed with him, almost as much as he is with you.

at his next match, you carry his rackets and send him off with a good luck kiss that has him breathless, grinning as you roll his wad of gum between your teeth that you sucked right from his waiting mouth.

he wins.

how could he not with his pretty girl watching?

and that night, he rewards you with a thorough fucking, whispered love confessions against your lips, and a breathy moan as he cums that you won’t be forgetting anytime soon.

so, yeah. maybe this life isn’t so bad, after all.

[samaraxmorgan]

Imagine………….

More than welcome to repost with credit!!