#art is so hard these days I will take what I can get

[jesuistrestriste]

cw (18+): dacryphilia, oral, sad art

art donaldson dropping to his knees after a bad day and desperately pulling down your bottoms with trembling hands, not heeding your suggestion to “slow down”, his bottom lip already wobbling. he doesn’t say a single intelligible word as he works to undress you. no time, no energy.

he blinks hard a few times as he pulls down your underwear next and stares up into your arousal. warm, sweet, perfect. the fifth blink sends fat tears spilling down his flushed cheeks. he sobs just once—a broken, wet sound in the tightness of his chest—and then surges forward to begin swirling his tongue. he laves the wetness of his mouth all over you; his hands clutching the backs of your thighs to keep you from squirming away. he cries into your heat. whines against your sensitivity. more salt trickling down his skin from damp lashes. you can hear him gulping and swallowing around your flesh, his jaw flexing as he suckles.

his blunt fingernails dig into your legs as he works you up to your burning end, and he tries his hardest not to wail when you fist his hair in your hands. he usually loves it when you pull his hair, the sting only adding to his enjoyment, but right now he’s too fragile—too emotionally frayed—and so the pain is no longer pleasurable. he just wants you to hold him. he wants you to run your fingers through the strands and tell him how good he is for you, how he’s the best tennis player you know, how you love him. that’s what he needs, but he supposes that it’s his fault for not telling you anything about his horrible day before he was on the floor and doing anything to get his touch on you. he flutters his tongue quicker, hollowing his cheeks right after.

come, he thinks, please, come.. let me drink you down and replace this ache in my body with your tenderness.

give it all to me.

i can take it.

i can make you feel good.

i can be a winner again.

[meanbossart]

I hope it’s alright to ask, but as someone whose interested in going into drawing nsfw art, would you say it’s a profitable job to have? I’ve heard a lot of different things about making a living in art, especially nsfw art/commissions, but I figured actually asking someone who has a nsfw Patreon would be a more reliable source of information than random rumors on the internet haha. Would you say an nsfw Patreon is a viable option an artist could make a living off of? Or would it be wiser to have it be a source of income on the side, and get a more well paying non-art job as my “main job”? Like… how feasible is it for paying the bills these days? Thank you! <3 Huge appreciation & respect for all you make, one spicy artist to another 🫶

Hi!

The short, straight forward answer is: Yes, it is absolutely profitable for you to make, at least, a significant part of your living off making NSFW art. That should come as no surprise from seeing how some of the most financially successful online artists also happen to be NSFW artists.

The more realistic answer is that it depends. Here's some things I would encourage you to consider first:

-Do you have a pre-existing following? People won't find your patreon/ko-fi/whathaveyou by accident, let alone subscribe to it if they don't have previous exposure to what you're offering. Putting yourself out there and working hard to share your passions for "free" (between quotes because, hopefully, this is what you like to do and it won't feel like work in the first place) is the first step here.

-How much of yourself and your life have you previously shared on the internet? If you have your face, name, and any personal details up online, it's worth considering how pivoting to erotic/porn art could potentially affect your personal life and career opportunities. How much this matters to you will vary - but I think it's considering nonetheless before even delving into the niche.

-Are you good at setting down boundaries with people you meet online? Ok, this might be a weird one but hear me out, because I NEVER see anyone mentioning this part of the deal: Sex is an intimate act and by centering your work around it, it can invite a lot of prying into you. It will, pretty much 100% of the time, reveal something about yourself and your preferences - you can't fight this, you can't avoid it, you can't deny it. By the very nature of the genre, you will get people interacting with you and your work in ways that may feel more intimate than you are comfortable with, not because they mean you any harm, or are trying to be weird*, but because, again, it is in the nature of the type of art you are making to prompt this reaction. This is where setting boundaries for yourself is absolutely crucial to ensuring your interactions with the people who love and respect your work are actually mutually fun.

*At least the vast majority of the time they aren't trying to be weird, but you will inevitably get some weird ones, obviously.

-Do you even LIKE drawing porn? I'm not saying that this is you, but It is not uncommon to hear artists sharing a sentiment along the lines of "If I just made porn I would be so much more successful" and very clearly they come from a place of not having any desire to do that. I have personally known people who pivoted to NSFW art to try and garner more attention to the rest of their work, or because they thought it was an easy ticket to financial success, and it left them drained and resentful of their own art and the attention they received. Make sure that this is something that brings you joy and makes you feel fulfilled, first.

Given all of that it's proper consideration, all that's left to do is dip your toes into it and see how it goes. Obviously I wouldn't suggest quitting your job/education and going into it cold turkey - these things can take time to build up and in the mean time you will need income from another source. But it takes starting to draw and posting first until, eventually, you can make a more informed decision on how to proceed.

[aespabangedbang]

'SCULPTED KAZUHA'

- This story is completely tailored for Kazuha, to appreciate everything about her.

MOST UNDERRATED BITCH IN KPOP. Her visual is a superior version of Bae Suzy yet she is not the next nation's GF. They don't appreciate her much being a foreigner. But look at that peachy ass, choco abs and mango pussy. Her body is pure art, I am in club KABS... Fucking delicious 😋

Writer's Note : That leg spreading ready to fuck gym pic is such a nasty fan service from Kazuha. It sold me to dirty her, so here is one of my best writing so far. Kazuha Nakamura deserve this.

Tags : FULL CON and everything. Kissing to pissing, INSANELY DETAILED MAKEOVER to sensual fuck, this is peak 1 on 1.

Warning : Nothing.

Word Count : 4780 words of romance and body appreciation!

I've been a personal trainer at this high end Korean gym for years. Many famous clients like Kpop idols, models and all the shorts of celebrities come here for their fitness training sessions.

Among all, I have always found Kazuha of Le Sserafim to be the most captivating. From the day she first stepped into my gym, her tantalizing figure with rock-hard abs, thin waist, toned thighs and perfectly rounded pechy ass had me weak at the knees.

She gives me a hard on every time she does squats or lunges in her tight yoga pants and sports bra, flaunting her abs and ass like the most prized thing. it's like her body calls my cock to ravage it, sigh…

But I'm a professional and I know my boundaries. I always kept my lust for this Japanese beauty in check, focusing only on her workout. That is until today. She seems very stressed and depressed. Her usual smile and enthusiasm is missing. Something is troubling her.

"Hey Kazuha, what's the matter? You seem troubled," I said as I approached her, noticing her shoulders slumped over the exercise ball.

"Oh sensei, I'm not feeling so well. Maybe we should cancel today's session," she says with a sigh, avoiding my eyes. “What happened?” I ask her with a gentle caring voice and soft eyes.

"It's just… the comeback preparations are taking a toll on me. The endless dance practices, vocal lessons, media training… then there is fans’ expectations and hater’s hate…” She scoffs painfully. “I feel like I'm going to break," she sighed, her eyes almost watery from mental stress.

Underneath the glamorous K-pop idol image, she's just a vulnerable young girl. My heart aches seeing her like this. Today seeing her so down and stressed out gave me the courage to finally make my move on my sexy Zuha.

I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know it's tough right now, but you'll get through this. Just focus on the present moment. Zuha, you know I'm not just a trainer but also like a friend. I can help you with depression. Please tell me what troubles you," I say softly, stroking her silky hair.

She looks up at me, her eyes shimmering with tears. "Sensei, I can't take it anymore. The constant pressure, expectations, judgments... I feel like I'm losing myself in all this. I'm so tired..."

Her voice cracks as she breaks down in my arms. I hold her close, my hands rubbing her back soothingly. "Shh, it's alright. I'm here. Sensei will take good care of you," I whisper.

She was so vulnerable, so in need of release. And I was going to give it to her in the most pleasurable way possible.

"Actually, I have an idea that will help relieve some of that stress and anxiety," I said smoothly. “Do you trust me?” She nodded her head, just wanting to cling on to anything so that she doesn't get washed away in despair.

Stroking her hair, I press my lips on her soft temple in a gentle kiss. She doesn't pull away, instead melting into my embrace. Emboldened, I trail my lips down her jawline, feeling her shiver. My tongue flicks out to taste her there. "Mmm you taste so sweet, Kazuha-chan."

I take her mouth in a deep, sensual kiss, my tongue invading to claim her. She whimpers but kisses me back, desperate for comfort. I kiss her thoroughly, my hands kneading the firm cheeks of her ass as I grind my hard cock against her.

Breaking the kiss, I scoop her up in my arms, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. I carry her to the private training room, locking the door behind us. I set her on her feet, taking a moment to admire her gorgeous figure in those sinful workout clothes.

Kazuha is wearing a cropped sports bra that barely contained her full breasts and skintight leggings that hugged her shapely legs. My mouth watered at the sight of her. She is looking uncertain but incredibly sexy. I stepped closer, my eyes roaming over her flawless skin.

“I'm going to help you release all that tension, Kazuha. Just let go and trust me."

Without warning, I start licking and kissing her perfect abs, or as the fans call it KABS. Her packs are chiseled and defined like greek sculptures, not an ounce of fat on her. She gasped as I savor every inch of her beautiful tummy, my tongue playing with her finely shaped oval belly button. “You taste so fucking good Zuha, like ripe fruits!”

"How do you make this body, this abs look so perfect everyday?" I groaned, enjoying her incredible figure with my lips and tongue. "It's okay Kazuha, let me take care of you," I crooned, trailing reverent hands over her abdomen. "I'm going to worship this body like the temple it is. I'm going to pleasure you in ways you've never been pleasured before.”

I grabbed the front of her sports bra and yanked hard, the flimsy fabric ripping away to reveal her gorgeous tits topped with perky pink nipples. Kazuha gasped, "A-ahh!" I am going crazy with her irresistible body.

I groaned at the erotic sight. "Fuck, your body is so incredible..." I throw the torn bra away, her bountiful breasts making me go crazy. I cupped the heavy mounds, relishing their soft weight. "Mmm, so full and ripe. I've been dying to touch them."

Kazuha whimpered, her nipples stiffening under my touch. "N-no...we shouldn't…” With a low growl, I push her onto the mat, descending upon her to worship her perfect tits. I suck and nibble the pink buds, making them harden between my teeth. "Such a good girl, Kazuha-chan. My pretty idol!"

Kazuha whimpered, her nipples stiffening under my touch. "N-no...we shouldn't..." "Shh, just feel good baby," I cooed, kneading her tits and tweaking her sensitive buds. "I'm going to take care of you so well.”

My other hand slid down her chiseled stomach to palm her pussy through her leggings. The thin material was already damp. "You're so wet already...you want this badly, don't you?" "Yes...please..." she mewled, arching into my touch. I could feel she can't resist her body's urges any more.

I sit back on my knees, ripping off her yoga pants in one swift motion. “Oh fuck yes..." I breathed, drinking in the sight of her naked pussy. It was completely bare, plump and glistening with arousal. She gasps, instinctively covering herself, face going flushed, chest heaving and but the lip bite betrays her innocent image.

"Don't be shy, baby. Your body is divine. I want to see all of it." I pull her hands away, spreading her full flexible thighs apart, fold her in half as her legs draping over her shoulders to reveal my long awaited desire; her glistening pink pussy on full display. I like how neatly shaved and cute her pussy is. "Ohh you're already so wet for me. Sensei's going to devour this sweet cunt."

I bury my face between her legs, inhaling her musky arousal. "Mmm you smell heavenly." I lap at her folds, swirling my tongue around her wet clit. "Ahhh!" Kazuha cried out the moment my mouth made contact, my tongue delving between her slick folds to lap up her tangy juices. She tasted fucking divine.

She mewls and arches, fisting my hair. I tongue-fuck her hole, drinking down her honey. "That's it, baby. Let sensei take care of you. Feed me your stress and depression. I'll suck it all out of this pretty pussy." I bury my nose between her folds, "I'm going to eat this sweet cunt until you're screaming for me.”

“Y-yes...oh god..." she panted, pulling my hair with her hands. I slid my tongue up to circle her throbbing clit, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly. She thrust her hips against my face shamelessly, smearing her honey all over my chin.

I sealed my lips around her clit and suckled hard, making her scream. "FUCK! Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Her cries were like the sweetest music to my ears. I tongue-fucked her clenching hole, reveling in her musky flavor. "Mmm you taste so fucking good, I could eat this pussy all day," I mumbled against her sex.

Kazuha's thighs quaked and tensed around my head, her pussy gushing and fluttering wildly. "I'm cumming! Ahhhh!"

Her juices flooded my mouth as she came hard, her clit pulsing against my tongue. I lapped up every drop greedily, not letting a single bit go to waste. She collapsed against me, trembling and mewling through the aftershocks.

But I am just starting with her. I stood up and spun her around, bending her over the exercise bench. Her perfect tight bubble butts were presented to me, her juicy pussy winking at me, glistening with her cum and my saliva. I cup and roam my hands around her roundy perky shape, basking the revered butt that millions only dream off to touch.

I raise my hand as high in the air as I can, then bring it down like a thunderstruck to imprint my hand on her tight and bouncy milky buttcheek. A guttural moan escapes her mouth, so I slap her again and again… Each slap sends shockwaves through her tight muscles and her butts bouncing around. “Oh fuck that feels so good!” She screams in pain and pleasure.

“Argg fuck Kazuha, your butt is so rubbery and the shape is so good. That's what you call a peachy butt!” I praise her butt like a fine art piece. By the time I stop drumming her ass the flesh have gone tender red.

Then I spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing her tight pink asshole. "I'm going to wreck this smelly hole," I growled. Without warning, I dove in face-first, burying my tongue in her puckered star. My hands pushing her cheeks from both side, my face getting squeezed between her bottoms.

"AHHH! Oh fuck!!" Kazuha shrieked, hands scrabbling at the bench. I ate her ass like a starving man of a few weeks, slurping and suckling at her most intimate place. The taste of her was indescribable, so dirty and forbidden yet so delicious.

I tongue-fucked her ass, wriggling my tongue deep into the hot velvet channel. She was so tight and her rim fluttered around the intrusion deliciously. "Mmmfh fuck… your ass is deliciousb Zuha, do you shit cake or something out of here?" I mumbled, cheeks hollowing as I sucked her vice hole so hard.

Kazuha was lost to the intense pleasure of having her asshole devoured. "Haaahh fffuckk yesss more moreee! Nnggghh it's s-so good!" Her pussy starts drooling steadily, making the most enchanting musky smell while I savor into her backdoor. The room filled with the sounds of my slurping and her wanton moans. I rimmed her ass until she starts begging me to fuck her.

Pulling back, I rise up to worship her body, kissing a trail up her toned stomach, licking her pierced navel. I suck hickies onto her abs, leaving my mark on her creamy skin. "Fuck, you're so sexy. I'm going to destroy this tight little body for my pleasure."

I slide two fingers into her soaked cunt, pumping them fast and hard. She cries out, mind going blank from the pleasure. "Yes, scream for sensei! Let it all out. I'll fill up this needy hole and fuck your ass too. You'll be sensei's perfect little cocksleeve."

I finger-fuck her roughly, curling into her g-spot. My thumb rubs firm circles on her clit as I nibble her tits. She writhes and thrashes, babbling incoherently. "Ahhh fuck yes sensei! I'm gonna... gonna... ahhhHHH!!"

Her pussy clamps around my fingers as she thrashes through another intense orgasm. I work her through it, not letting her come down, prolonging her pleasure. As soon as she starts to float, arching her back, "Turn around and get on your knees," I commanded huskily.

Kazuha obeyed in a daze, sinking down in front of me. Her eyes widened at the sight of my massive erection, flushed dark red and leaking pre-cum. "Oh my god...it's so big," she whimpered. I flip her over onto her hands and knees in everyone's favorite doggystyle.

"Ass up in the air, baby. I'm going to wreck this stressed cunt of yours gaping and creamed," I growled, slapping her booties hard multiple times.

Gripping her hips, I rub the fat head of my cock through her slick folds, coating myself in her arousal. "Mmm you're leaking so much honey. Your tight cunt is going to suck me in. I'm going to split you open on my big cock.”

I aim the leaking head of my cock at her entrance. With one hard thrust, I bury myself to the hilt in her tight heat. She screams, back arching at the sudden intrusion. "Fuck, you're so goddamn tight! Clenching around me like a vice. Milking my cock like a good girl.”

Luckily she isn't a virgin. "FUCK! Oh fuck you're so big argh!" Kazuha wailed, back bowing as I split her open on my girthy shaft.

I set a punishing pace, pistoning in and out of her sopping wet cunt. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the room along with her mindless screams. "YESSS! HARDER! RUIN MY PUSSY!"

I start to grunt with the force of my thrusts. The wet squelching of her pussy and whorish moans are melodies in my ears. "Take it, Kazuha-chan! Take sensei's big cock! I'm going to reshape this cunt to fit only me. You'll be my little fuckdoll!”

Pulling out abruptly, I flip her onto her back and raise one of her leg to my shoulder, her flexible leg easily split open and ready to get fucked. I thrust back into her, yo-yoing her on my shaft. In this position I can easily penetrate deep into her pussy, hitting her cervix. She moans in sharp pain of her uterus getting poked but I keep railing into her, my heavy balls slapping against her ass.

I lean down, her leg got completely bent 180° with me so that I can capture her mouth in a sloppy kiss, muffling her screams. I angle my hips to pound directly into her g-spot with each thrust. "Fffuuuccckkk I'm cumming again!” She cries out loud. I'm going to fill this fertile cunt with my seed," I roared.

I piston into her wildly, the wet sounds obscene. "Fuck, gonna cum! Gonna pump you so full! Ohhh fuck, here it comes!!" My cock jerks as I explode, painting her insides white. I grind against her cervix, making sure every drop of my cum coats her womb. Getting filled with my hot milk sends her over the edge and she starts convulsing.

I fuck her through another mind-blowing orgasm, not stopping to let her recover. Her pussy is so slick and hot, gripping me like a silken fist. "Ohh that's it, milk my cock! Squeeze the cum out of me! I'm going to overload this cunt with my seed. You'll be dripping with it!”

Kazuha shrieked as her pussy spasmed around me, milking my cock for all I was worth. I buried myself to the hilt inside her, emptying my balls deep in her womb. Searing jets of cum painted her cervix white until I can't anymore.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting harshly from our exertions, drenched in sweat and struggling to catch our breaths. "That was...incredible," she panted, clenching her pussy around my softening cock. She clings to me, trembling and mewling softly. I stroke her hair and back.

"Shh, you did so good, baby. Sensei is proud of you. I love you so much, Kazuha-chan. You're mine now, understood? This pussy belongs to sensei." I chuckled breathlessly, "We're just getting started, baby. I'm not done with this sexy body yet.”

"Yes, sensei. I'm yours," she whispers, nuzzling into my neck. I reached down and slowly pulled out of her abused hole. A river of pearly cum gushed out after me. Kazuha gasped and shuddered at the sensation. "Oh god… I've never felt so full before," she whimpered.

I scooped some of the spend leaking out of her pussy and brought my coated fingers to her lips. "Open up...clean them. Taste how well I bred this pretty cunt."

"Mmmfffuck..." Kazuha moaned, obediently lapping and suckling my digits clean of my own cum. I pushed them into her mouth, relishing how she swallowed eagerly.

When I finished feeding her my load, I gathered the cum dribbling down her thighs and smeared it all over her pussy lips. "Look at this sloppy cunt...so well used," I purred, sinking two fingers knuckle deep into her fluttering hole.

Kazuha keened and rolled her hips, fucking herself on my hand. "Yesss...I'm such a dirty slut for you," she panted, all traces of the prime idol completely erased and replaced by a wanton cock-hungry whore.

I fingered her through another intense orgasm, stroking her g-spot as I pumped my fingers in and out of her cum-drunk hole. She came with a scream, squirting all over my hand.

We bask in the afterglow for a little, tired. But I remember, my cock is still semi-hard and her ass is still untouched. I'm not nearly done with her yet.

Before she could recover, I flipped her over on her belly and pressed the tip of my reviving cock against her gaping asshole. "I'm going to wreck this tight hole now," I growled.

Her eyes widen but she obediently spreads her ass cheeks for me, exposing the tight pink pucker. "Ohh you want sensei to fuck this ass, don't you Kazuha-chan? Want me to split you open on my cock?"

"Yes sensei, please! I need your cock in my ass! Ruin me, make me yours!" she begs wantonly, shamelessly, pushing her hips back to take me inside. A far cry from the shy girl I was kissing minutes ago. The depravity is bringing out her true self.

Spitting crudely on her slit, I rub it over her rim, pressing the tip of my cock against it. I push forward, breaching the ring of tight muscle in one firm thrust. She throws her head back with a guttural moan as I sink into her ass, stretching her open. I groaned at the vise-like tightness gripping my shaft. "Fuck...even tighter than your pussy,"

I started pounding into her ass with deep, powerful strokes, stretching her back passage wide around my girth. Kazuha babbled incoherently, lost to the brutal anal stretching. "Harder! Break meee! FUCK!”

"Ffffuck, your ass is gripping me so tight! I'm going to fuck this hole raw until you're sobbing on my cock. Until you can't walk straight!" The bench creaked ominously under us as I rutted into her like a beast in heat. Her ass clenched and rippled around me, trying to milk my cock. "Gonna cum in this tight hole...gonna flood your guts with jizz," I snarled.

I am bottom hammering with a groan, My heavy aching sacks are hitting her cum soaked pussy. I pull back until just the tip is in her, then slam back in, burying myself to the hilt. I set a brutal pace, cock sawing in and out of her tight heat.

She sobs and writhes underneath me as I plough into her ass. Her cunt is drooling, arousal running down to drip onto the mat. "Ahhh sensei! It's so deep! You're in my stomach! Wrecking my ass! Ohhh fuck!"

I grab and pull her meaty ass wider, watching my shaft pistoning in and out, stretching her sphincter to its limit. I smack her ass like thunder strike, leaving a handprint on the abused flesh. "That's right, take it! Take sensei's cock in your ass like a good whore! Scream for me!"

Her screams echo off the walls as I fuck her into oblivion, my cock reaching impossibly deep. "Shit I'm cumming! You want sensei to fill this ass with cum? Pump you full until you're leaking? Beg for it baby. Beg me to cum in your ass!"

"Please sensei! Fill my ass with your cum! I want it so bad! Please please please cum in my ass!!"

With a roar, I bury myself deep and paint her bowels with my seed. I grind into her, making sure every drop takes lodge in her rectum. I pulled out with a wet squelch and watched in satisfaction as rivulets of creamy brown, mix of my cum and her own feaces oozed out of her gaping, ruined asshole. "Mmm look at that well-bred ass...such a good cumdump for me," I purred.

I scooped up some of the filthy jizz leaking from her asshole and pushed the coated fingers into her mouth. "Clean them. Taste how well I seeded your dirty ass."

She swallowed it down obediently, moaning at the tangy, bitter and foul taste of my cum mixed with her shit. When I finished feeding her my load, I pulled her up into my arms.

"You did so good, baby. Such an amazing little cockslut. I'm going to keep using this sexy body whenever I need to empty my balls," I praised, nuzzling into her hair.

Kazuha mewled into my chest, completely owned. She slurred, "Y-yours...all yours. Use me whenever you want. I'm your personal cumdump," she swore breathlessly, clenching her pussy and asshole at the thought of being my personal fucktoy. Completely fucked stupid by my cock.

I captured her lips in a deep, filthy kiss, our tongues sliding obscenely together and sharing our dirty fluids. When I finally pulled back, we were both panting. "I think it's time for your hydration drink after such a hard workout," I said with a smirk.

"What? Oh, um, yes of course," Kazuha replied, still dazed. I stepped back and fisted my semi-hard cock. "On your knees, baby. Open wide for your protein shake."

Her eyes widened as she caught on. "Y-you want me to...drink it? From there?" she asked hesitantly.

I nodded, stroking my shaft languidly. "That's right. Drink down every drop like a good girl. Replenish all those lost fluids."

Kazuha sank to her knees before me submissively. "Yes sensei," she breathed, parting her lips.

I positioned my cockhead at her waiting mouth and started pissing, hosing down her tongue and throat with my warm spunk. She gulped and swallowed frantically, struggling not to waste a single drop of my golden nectar.

Just to help her I shove my cock in her mouth but don't go deep. From there I keep slowly pissing as Kazuha does her best to drink all of my piss. Of course she can't, piss keep overflowing and gushing out the side of her stretched lips.

When my bladder emptied, I pulled out with a wet plop. Kazuha coughed and sputtered, rivulets of piss dribbling down her chin. "Mmmfffuck...tastes so good," she slurred, licking her lips.

I hauled her up into my arms and captured her mouth in another deep, filthy kiss, uncaring of the taste of my own piss. She melted against me, submitting sweetly to my mouth.

I make her sit on the bench, then sit down between her splayed thighs, lapping at her cum-filled pussy and ass, drinking down our combined release. She whimpers and mewls above me, more sensitive than ever from the thorough fucking I just gave her.

Pulling back, I grab her chin and make me look at my eyes. My cock is still rock hard, slick with her arousal. "Last round baby. Sensei's going to facefuck you now. Gonna make you choke on my cock until you drink my cum straight from the source."

I fisted her hair and pulled her face into my crotch. "Open wide, baby. Time to put that idol mouth to good use." She parted her lips obediently and I slid my thick shaft into the wet heat of her mouth. "Oh fuckkk yesss," I groaned, eyes rolling back as her tongue worked magic along my length. Kazuha took me deep, gagging and slobbering all over my cock like a total whore.

I started fucking her pretty face ruthlessly, grunting as I hilted in her throat over and over. She gags and chokes as I start thrusting in and out, holding her head in place. Tears run down her face but she takes me like a champ, swallowing around my shaft. She isn't resisting, submitting beautifully to the face-fucking.

I use her mouth like a fleshlight, Saliva drips down her chin as I hit the back of her throat with every deepthroating thrust. Her singer's throat bulged to make room for me. "That's it, take it all! Choke on sensei's big cock! Swallow it all like a good little cumslut!"

Take it all, you cock-hungry slut. Fuck I'm going to cum down your face and down your filthy throat," I snarled, hips pistoning at a brutal pace.

Kazuha moaned around my cock, sending delicious vibrations through me. Her lips tightened around my base as I erupted, firing thick ropes of jizz straight down her gullet. She struggled to swallow it all, some spilling out the corners of her stretched mouth.

I tug her off my cock abruptly, pulled out with a wet pop. Kazuha gasped for air, coughing and sputtering. I aim my canon at her face. With a strained grunt, I explode, painting her pretty features with my release.

She tries to turn away but I grip her jaw, repeatedly burying my cock deep down her throat and as I pull out, painting one rope of cum at a time. Once done I make sure to smear my cum all over her attractive face using my soft long cock to slap her around.

"Mmmffuck..." she whimpered but obediently licked and sucked my cock clean of my spend, I keep slapping her with my cock.

"There, drink and smear it all up like a good girl. You're so perfect Kazuha-chan. Sensei loves you so much." I kiss her deeply, sharing my cum between our mouths.

Finally pulling back, I take in the sight of her - face glazed with cum, eyes unfocused, body limp and sated. "How was that baby? Did sensei fuck you good?"

Kazuha was panting and trembling but looked more relaxed and satiated than I'd ever seen her. "Thank you...I feel so much better," she said softly, nuzzling into my tummy, hugging me around my waist. My cock literally poking her chest. "Sensei, it's the best fuck of my life... I'm ruined for anyone else now..." she slurs, a blissed out smile on her face.

I stroked her now unkept hair tenderly. "Anytime, baby. Whenever you need to release some stress, just call on me. I'll always take care of this sexy body."

She smiled up at me sweetly, already looking forward to our next session. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my chest, uncaring that we were both naked and sticky with various fluids.

As Kazuha nestled into my embrace with a content sigh, I silently vowed to be her pillar of strength and outlet for stress, even if it meant keeping our relationship a secret. She was worth it. This idol is my personal fuckdoll now, and I would use her tight holes to empty my balls whenever I wanted, consequences be damned.

I scoop her up and carry her to the locker room, helping her clean up. My hands roaming around her pussy, ass hole and face like we have been together for our whole life. We dress and exit, my arm wrapped around her waist possessively. From now on, she's mine. Only I get to see this side of her. Only I get to wreck her so thoroughly.

“Say Zuha, I know this good hotel. How about you don't go back to the dorm tonight, we can work more on your stress.” I say while giving her right butt a tight squeeze on the street, enough to make her flinch least someone saw it. But she doesn't say no and nod yes, I can already see the lust in her eyes.

I held her close, basking in the golden hour of such a meaningful, satisfying day. The first of many more to come. She clung to me just as tightly, equally addicted to my cock already. I'll make sure to keep her well-stressed and well cummed, my perfect little cocksleeve, just as she was meant to be.

As we sat in the car, I could feel her hand grabbing my cock under my gym trousers. Her long fingers griping it like she owns it. Kazuha is smirking, her little revenge for that butt squeeze. In that moment, I knew we were both fucked. And I wouldn't have it any other way…

Bye from KAZUHA SAN you fuckers! 👋

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Gamer!Patrick

who… you started dating in college. you guys met in your second year finance class after working on a project together. you thought he was cute but a little egotistical, always answering teacher questions without raising his hand. always contributing to class discussions aka saying his opinion louder than everyone else

who… always wears sweatpants or board shorts to class. no in between. always paired with his nike killshot’s, a watch his father bought him, and soft sprays of his expensive tom ford cologne. he clearly doesn’t care what people think of him. he’s also stupidly charismatic. all the business professors love him.

who… always insists on hanging out at your dorm instead of his off campus apartment. you never knew why until one day he finally gave in. his place was nice. expensive. he said his parents paid for the rent. it was a two bedroom apartment that he shared with his best friend Art but he was rarely home. but Patrick’s room was a disaster. dirty clothes everywhere, half eaten cups of ramen, half drunk water bottles, and suspicious socks strewn all over that made your stomach turn at the thought of what they were probably used for.

who… essentially ignores you everytime he’s on the game. his pc would be the only source of light in his room most nights. even if you spent the night, hoping he’d join you to sleep, most times he wouldn’t until an ungodly hour. staying up until 4/5am screaming at his teammates through his headphones, you’re surprised you can even sleep.

who… jerks off to porn videos of his favorite video game characters. he would never tell you, but one day when you’re over at his place, making cereal in the kitchen (because there’s no real food there), Art outs him. he busts out laughing saying “oh you didn’t know? yeah you should ask him about that.” you’re not even sure how Art knows this information.

who… denies the accusation stating that “why the fuck would I do that? that’s fucking gross.” only for you to catch him jerking off at 4am to overwatch porn. t-shirt pulled up, hand shoved down his boxers, abs flexing, eyes locked onto his phone screen. he doesn’t even notice that you woke up until you inch closer to him and spot the visuals on his phone. he drops his t-shirt from where it was between his teeth, “it’s not—whatever. fuck you,” he groans, hand picking up its pace. so you pull his hair (for being a brat), kiss his neck, and whisper dirty things into his ear while keeps watching his phone, making him finish in record time.

who… loves when you sit under his desk to blow him while he’s playing. trying really hard to concentrate and play well but it’s hard. the obscene squelching noises everytime he hits the back of your throat, the drool falling from the sides of your mouth, your other hand toying with his balls at the same time. he has to mute his mic when his friends keep asking him why he’s breathing so hard. he calls you a slut for trying to get his attention this way, “such a fucking slut. only way you know how to get my attention huh? want all my friends to hear me? so they know how much of a whore you are for my cock?”

who… hates loves playing video games with you. he has to teach you a lot, and you keep forgetting which buttons do what. it’s cute at first when you guys are playing co-op games like It Takes Two, but eventually after you try to make an ‘easy’ jump 5 times (dying everytime) he grabs the controller from you and does it for you, “Jesus fuck, it’s not that hard.” playing fortnite is a hit or miss because sometimes it’s fun but eventually it becomes stressful since Patrick is carrying you, making all the kills but also trying to watch your back while you���re doing the Taste dance emote in your Sabrina Carpenter skin.

who… can’t function when he sees your halloween costume. you dressed up as Kitana from mortal kombat (with the help of Art since you wanted to surprise Patrick). back to back frat parties on frat row. you keep getting wolf whistled at as you guys walk from house to house. Patrick keeps at least one point of contact the entire night, he can’t keep his hands to himself. a hand on your waist, around your shoulder, on your thigh, on your ass. and his favorite obviously being when you dance on him. he makes sure neither of you drink too much that night so he can fuck you stupid when you guys get back to his apartment. he already texted Art earlier to fuck off unless he wanted to hear you getting wrecked. it’s sloppy and rough and of course you keep your costume on. he pulls out his phone to record while you guys are in doggy.

who… actually is really sweet. he builds you guys a house in minecraft (with cherry blossom wood as you requested). will always put himself in harm’s way when you guys go mining. so he takes the lead and if there’s a creeper or a zombie he takes care of it. goes on crazy stupid long adventures with you just so you can find an ocelot, “this is fucking stupid, jungles are rare biomes it’s gonna take us forever to find one.”

who… thinks you may actually be the first girl he’s ever fallen in love with. the first girl to see all of him and still accept him for who he is. the first girl who never tried to change him. the first girl to enjoy just sitting in his presence, even if he’s on the game. but he’d never tell you any of that. not unless you said it first anyway.

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Sun-kissed lovin’!

LADS x Reader

you finally forced yourself to take a much needed vacation after your excruciatingly long and disastrous semester. you expected to relax, to soak up some sun and forget about your stupidly hard major, but fate had other plans for you! now you’re stuck in some odd love… hexagon?! how could you have possibly made five boys fall for you in such little time!

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pairings: xavier x reader, zayne x reader, rafayel x reader, sylus x reader, caleb x reader

content: MDNI, fem!reader, nsfw, modern au, college au, fluff, smut, angst, embarrassment, jealousy, all things summer, vacation relaxation (and relationship stress), piv sex, threesomes, confessions, smau aspects(i will never leave my roots), friends to lovers, enemies to lovers.

featuring…

your childhood best friend, caleb!

your best friend since you can remember! you bump into him on the first day of your vacation- what a coincidence! but will unresolved feelings leave your summer looking gray?

your resort neighbor, xavier!

the cute boy you bumped into at the beach happens to be staying in the room next to yours! turns out he always makes these nighttime beach runs to stargaze and work on his summer astrophysics thesis, but you’re distracting him just a bit too much!

your childhood crush, zayne!

how embarrassing- after getting injured in the ocean and caleb insisting you go to a clinic to make sure you don’t get infected, you’re treated by none other than your childhood crush! he’s even more handsome after all these years! turns out he’s interning at the clinic over summer, and he’s beginning to become quite fond of you.

your flirty art boy, rafayel!

this devilish boy is on vacation for a local art festival held at the boardwalk. a coincidental meeting, and now he won’t stop drawing (or flirting) with you!

your rival with way too much sexual tension, sylus!

he’s in town for a boxing tournament, and one good look at you and he’s determined to make you impressed. reject and insult him as much as you want- but you’re starting to think you do need someone older.

hi guys!! i cannot wait to begin writing this - updates may be slow at first but i finish classes july 1st so they should definitely amp up around then

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Rooibos tea with pantalone??? ASCENDING 🙏🙏

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

It’s hard to pinpoint what Pantalone’s favorite thing to do with you is.

After all, when you’re someone who has as much wealth as Regrator does, you’re most likely at no loss for activities to do. Despite the sentiment being debated, money does, in fact, buy happiness.

Starting from the classic, shopping. Actually, scratch that. Contrary to popular belief, you don’t really go shopping with your husband. Rather, he is the one who shops by himself (for you) because whenever you two go out together, your poor heart aches for the agents that need to transport all of the clothes, accessories, jewelry, and a multitude of other items back to the mansion. Not to mention, you don’t even need these things. Of course, you’ve tried to stop him, mainly by holding both of his hands hostage so he can’t pull out a check. But then you later find your closet has some new additions within the next few days anyway.

The Harbinger does not understand the concept of window shopping either, unfortunately. Pantalone claims that it’s good for the Snezhnayan economy, which you’re sure has some truth to it, but you’re also sure it’s a way to appease your scolding instead. Of course, you appreciate how sweet he is, but you’d just rather have an agent buy anything you need instead. However, he proceeds to get pouty whenever he finds out you “went behind his back”. You think he’s being silly since he gave you your own bank account with an unfathomable amount of Mora for a reason. 

Putting that aside, the shopping is just a prerequisite to the actual activity you two do together, which is none other than dressing you up with the things he bought. It’s very obvious that he enjoys seeing the fruits of his labor being spent on his dearest beloved, specifically in physical form. It is one of the most important uses of his overflowing funds!

Although technically this is supposed to be relaxing, the banker can be surprisingly strict. Pantalone has a very good sense of fashion, most likely due to all his experience being in the public spotlight. Prepare to be fussed over about which clothes match with what accessories and shoes, and spending ages creating just one outfit (which you will wear as his partner to the next gathering). 

“Pantalone, I’ve been posing like this for at least fifteen minutes! Can I sit down?!”

“Just a bit longer, my love. This angle truly brings out your beauty,” Pantalone always says as he circles around you, holding an item up to you and squinting at your frame. Sometimes you wonder if this is tiring for him, but you guess not because he is very enthusiastic about this…

But another activity you two rather frequently partake in is the simple act of shared meals. Yes, his work as a Harbinger keeps him busy, but you two still spend a pretty good amount of time together (maybe that one other Harbinger should take notes). And what other way to do so than by eating together? The banker truly believes that sharing an exquisite meal while chatting with his beloved is one of life’s greatest pleasures.

Though he never says anything, perhaps the reason he is so fond of doing this with you is how contrasting it is with his own childhood. A meal used to be hard to find. It used to be tasteless and unable to be savored, a lonesome thing. And yet now, your presence makes everything worthwhile, even if it’s just food.

“Come now, ‘Lone, open wide!” You attempted to spoon-feed him some of the unwanted vegetables left on your plate.

“Very well,” he chuckled and let you feed him, happy to play along with you. Even though Pantalone now had refined tastes, he could eat practically anything. “Now then, it’s your turn.” You were always unable to escape from his clutches, unfortunately.

Ah, but you two do enjoy the arts from time to time, namely, plays and the like. In fact, the Ninth even funds some performances that catch his eye occasionally. It is something rather nice to indulge in sometimes, mostly with you as his company. Of course, anything that the Harbinger attends is always bound to draw crowds and gossip, which he doesn’t mind. If anything, as possessive as he is, he enjoys the compliments directed at you. Anyone with eyes can surely recognize the priceless treasure he was fortunate enough to procure - a treasure so lovely, but so out of reach, that none other would dare to touch.

“You know, that character reminds me of you. Ambitious, mischievous, intelligent, cute, handsome…”

“Dearest, I’m not sure whether to be pleased you think I’m handsome and cute, or bothered by you calling another man those things.”

But as much as Pantalone deeply enjoys these moments of bonding, it would probably be inaccurate to claim any of them as his favorite. So then, what would one of the wealthiest individuals in Teyvat most enjoy doing with his lover? It’s a curious question indeed.

Well, to put it in Pantalone’s wording, it all comes down to the concept of “fair exchange” once again, only that it gets a bit twisted since it has to do with his lovely spouse after all.

Regrator is a man who manipulates others and the flow of money with ease, goals and plans so great that it’s unsettling, and a mind so sly and intricate that anyone would be frightened to go against him.

And yet he, too, possesses a heart fueled by resentment.

Though Pantalone would never dare to reveal a potential weakness in front of others (unless it was on purpose to lure others into traps), he still grapples with this hatred contained deep in his heart. Every day, he walks high and mighty, his previous status still lingering behind him. A perfectly forced smile that doesn’t seem forced to the average person’s eyes. And there’s a reason why he seldom shows others his eyes - they would show his sheer disdain for them.

So, how does he balance these unruly emotions?

Well, it wasn’t uncommon for your husband to take a break from his duties in the middle of them from time to time. Sometimes, he even visited you. This was one such time, but you just knew from his demeanor that he wasn’t feeling himself.

“Come here,” you urge him with your arms spread wide. Without words, Pantalone lets himself be wrapped up by you and nuzzles into your warmth (despite him already donning that huge coat of his). It was a bit silly for him to feel so validated from the mere act of you hugging and holding him close, but he truly loved it. He feels that you really do understand him.

“… Want me to talk your ears off?” You suggest, knowing that Pantalone rarely ever wants to open up all that much, especially when he was heading right back into the world that cast him out soon after. And so, he likes it when you talk instead. You have a talent for making a genuine smile quirk up on his face, which is something he admires. 

When you murmur your husband’s real name and press kisses alongside his neck, he lets you. He relaxes in your embrace and lets your comforting soul do the rest. This, he thinks, is what he’s rewarded with. Being able to be comforted by you is what he desires.

Despite the radio silence that the Gods had given him, they surely didn’t anticipate him receiving a gift as spectacular as you. He’ll take it - take you - over and over again as an exchange for his past, and never let you go.

It is probably an unsatisfactory answer, compared to the mountain of other exciting things he can do with you. But Pantalone has never cared, since you are the only one who can balance the scales of his heart and the world.

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Morning Kisses

Art by @fluffyficsanddreams ! I hope you don't mind me reposting this. 🥰 Please visit the link to their original art piece and give some love! 💗💛

https://www.tumblr.com/fluffyficsanddreams/783309757439164416/yay-i-made-art-wade-and-his-tickly-kisses-oh?source=share

I could not resist writing a little something for this fucking adorable drawing. As soon as I saw it it had my brain going haywire! lol I tried to get it written sooner, but I had a very long week and very little time to write. Hope you all enjoy these two being cute AF! More Poolverine!

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine

Word Count: 2,173

"🎵 BYE BYE BYE DON'T WANNA BE A FOOL FOR YOU! JUST ANOTHER PLAYER IN YOUR GAME FOR TWO 🎵"

Logan snarled as the alarm clock went off loudly right by his sensitive ear, prompting him to extend his claws on one fist and quickly slash it into nothing but a cracking pile of plastic and circuitry.

"You know, that was the third clock this week, baby doll."

Logan looked over his shoulder to squint sleepily at Wade lying beside him in the bed before retracting his claws and rolling over onto his back.

"I don't give a fuck. There's gotta be a better way to wake up that doesn't instantly piss me off," he growled as Wade sat up slightly, leaning his head into his hand.

"It is effective though. I may be hallucinating but it looks to me like you're pretty awake."

"Not for long. Why do you keep setting the damn thing anyways?"

"Because we can't just lay in bed all day. That would make for a veeeery boring fic for our readers," Wade winked out at the audience while Logan just snorted grumpily.

"Well they can all go fuck off 'cause that's exactly what I plan to do. Ya with me, or against me?"

Wade considered it for a moment before he crawled over, laying his head onto his chest and nuzzling his face between the large muscles, half-annoyed that Logan's tank top was blocking him from getting skin to skin contact.

"How about both? I definitely won't pass over the opportunity to be against you," he teased as Logan sighed, but settled his hands on Wade's back.

"Whatever it takes to get ya to shut up," Logan grumbled as he closed his eyes, silently timing in his head how long the peace would actually last.

All of five seconds to be exact.

"Okay seriously, we have to get some action going on here," Wade quickly broke the silence as Logan internally rolled his eyes.

"Well, I should be snoring soon. That enough action for all those so-called 'readers'?

"Pfffft no, boring! We need to spice this up a little! Some deep conversation...Maybe some heavy petting....I got it! We can make-out! Now kiss me, you adamantium fool!" Wade puckered his lips and leaned upwards, but Logan just turned his head away.

"Fuck off, ya damn fruit loop."

Wade pouted at being denied while he laid there for another moment, feeling Logan's hard pecs slowly rise and fall with his breathing underneath him.

"Oh my, are these tatas all for me? You know I wanted to do this ever since the first time I saw your shirt explode," Wade grinned as his hands moved to Logan's chest and firmly squeezed at the muscles, "Honk honk!" 

"Either ya lay fucking still or I'm throwin' your ass out of this bed," Logan gave a snarl, prompting Wade to gasp and immediately wrap his arms tightly around Logan to hold on for dear life.

"Good choice. Now ease up a bit. I can't move my arms," Logan muttered, straining against Wade's embrace a little, though not making much effort to get out of it.

"Can't escape me, hm? Sounds like I've got you right where I want you."

"Why would I need to escape? This bed is right where I wanna be," Logan wasn't even sure why he played into Wade's game, but he didn't think about it too much as he began to doze off again.

Wade hadn't expected Logan to entertain his nonsense and realized he didn't have any actual plans. With his arms wrapped around Logan's body he was limited on what he could do and only could really move his head around, though Logan had sadly declined the make-out session.

He lifted his head to look towards Logan's face to see that he had his head leaned back into his pillow with his eyes closed and was paying Wade no mind. It was only then that Wade's eyes scanned over Logan's thick, tree trunk of a neck that was enticingly bared to him and suddenly he was overwhelmed with inspiration.

"Challenge accepted. I'll show you why they really call me the 'Merc with the Mouth'....," Wade smirked as he leaned forward and began planting soft kisses onto Logan's exposed neck, immediately feeling the muscles beneath his lips tense up. Logan groaned as a faint snort escaped him while starting to be pulled out of his drowsy state.

"Hmmph-hehehe-dammit. Wade....Nooo," he protested even though his eyes remained shut as he began to twitch his head about, finding no relief from the gentle assault.

"Excuse me? No??? You denied me my God-given right to make-out with my sexy boyfriend. Therefore, I'm taking what's rightfully mine," Wade sped up the pace, peppering the light kisses all over Logan's throat as the man quickly dissolved into crazed giggling.

"Stahaahahap! That-That tihihihickl-," Logan was cut off by the wheeze that came out of him once Wade paused to nibble at the skin.

"It what? Sorry, I didn't understand that," Wade grinned, knowing damn well what he was doing as he went back to his chaotic kissing pattern, "MmmmOhhhh Logan...not right now.....Just can't get enough of me, can you? Mmmwaahmwaahmwaah! Can't say I blame you." 

"Hehehehahahahaha-You're a jahahahackass!" His chin tucked in as he flopped his head around, doing what little he could for defense. Wade's arms were wrapped all the way around him, pinning his arms at his sides and making it so he could only writhe and squirm beneath him. 

Wade knew Logan never put up too much of a fight after waking up in the mornings, still being half-asleep with his thought process and reflexes sluggish. This always made it the perfect opportunity to get the best of him.

It helped that Logan didn't actually hate it either despite how loudly he would always object. He was weak to all the affection that Wade showered him with, half-expecting that he was going to wake up from this dream at any time and find himself back in his former reality where he was hated and shunned by all.

Being constantly subjected to such affection, in whatever form Wade chose, was not something he was going to take for granted. Still, he couldn't help wishing that Wade had picked anything but tickling as his favorite way to show it. The man undeniably loved to make him laugh though.

"Gehehehe-Get ohohhohoff me!" Logan yelped through his giggles, weakly smacking at Wade's back with his hands with that being all he could really do that didn't involve him getting violent.

"MmmMm," Wade shook his head, nuzzling his nose deep into the ticklish neck and inhaling the man's scent, "Goddamn, you smell so fucking good. It's like crack for me. I'm afraid if you want me to stop then you're just going to have to stab me."

Logan had stopped stabbing Wade a long time ago after finding all of his gestures usually had good intentions behind them. Not to mention being around him so much had made Logan lighten up considerably and stop taking everything so seriously. He didn't exactly feel like cleaning up the blood later either.

"C'mohohohon! Thihis is sohoho unfahaahaahaair!" A small squeal escaped him as Wade blew a light raspberry beneath his ear.

"Oh I can show you unfair if you really want. I could raspberry the fuck out of your tummy instead...."

"Noo!" Logan frantically shook his head at the threat of Wade assaulting his most ticklish spot and dug his heels into the mattress as he tried to bear it all. Usually, he would just take it and allow Wade to get his fill of playfully tormenting him, but this soft attention always flustered him and made him unable to think clearly.

He literally felt like he was going to explode if it didn't all stop soon. Over time he had learned that it was best to just give in to whatever Wade was after in order to get him to cease fire.

"Okaahahahahay you wihihihin! I'm ahahahaha-awake!" His legs kicked uselessly under the sheets, not able to take any more of this.

"Are you sure? It's hard to tell 'cause apparently, I was wrong the last time," Wade murmured as he nipped along his collarbone, taking Logan's breath away as he nodded his head like crazy through his mirth.

His body immediately melted in relief from the overwhelming stimulation once Wade had stopped. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as he tried to get his mind to settle down along with his screaming nerves.

Wade just watched with a pleased grin and waited for him to snap out of his heightened daze as he pulled his arms out from behind Logan's back.

"So how was that for a better way to wake up? Nothing like starting your morning with a smile on your face, wouldn't you say?"

Logan opened his eyes to give Wade a feigned look of annoyance that the merc could easily see right through.

"Can't say I approve of the method. That's straight-up torture, both physical and mental."

"Oh please! It's perfect! And you're not pissed off so looks like a win to me."

"Who says I'm not pissed off?" A smirk spread across Logan's face as Wade narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Are you? Because if that's the case then perhaps some more effort is needed...."

With that his hands launched upwards and buried themselves into Logan's armpits, making him scream and his arms instantly slam down as he bucked hard from the sensations.

"Ohohahahahaha! NoNo stop! Stohahahahop! Pleehehehehease! Haahahahahaahah! Ihihit was a johohohoke! I'm nohohohot mahahaad!" Logan managed to wheeze out through his hysterical laughing, thrashing in complete helplessness.

"Sounds exactly like something someone who is mad would say. I don't believe you. Mercy is denied!" Wade teased, his fingers wriggling at full speed underneath Logan's arms. It always made him happy when Logan gave him an opening to really unleash a tickling attack on him.

"I-I cahahahan prohoohoohooove it!" Logan shouted as Wade tilted his head, amused to hear what Logan might say.

"Oh really? Care to tell me how you are going to do that because I'd love to see you try to get out of thi- "

A split second later and Wade found Logan's hands on the back of his head as he yanked him forward, their lips meeting as Logan held him in place and kissed him deeply. Wade was shocked into halting the tickling as his hands went limp before reciprocating the kiss; his mind always going quiet whenever Logan treated him like this.

After a few more moments they broke off with Wade sighing in contentment at getting what he had originally wanted as he smiled down at the man beneath him.

"I fuckin' hate you," Logan grinned as Wade nuzzled their noses together and planted another kiss onto his forehead. He then couldn't help giggling a little when Wade's hands dragged down his sides to get out of his armpits before letting out a sigh.

"Alright, I guess we can get up now," he started to push back on Wade, but the merc only made himself dead weight to oppose him.

"You know what? I think I've changed my mind. That was the perfect amount of action for a short fan fiction like this."

"I still don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about when ya say shit like that, bub. But if ya say so, I'm not gonna argue it," Logan shook his head and happily laid back.

"Glad you agree. So we can get right back to it then....," Wade grinned as he wrapped his arms around Logan again, making the other man's eyes widen in fear for his neck.

"No no, Wade wait. You can't do that again. It'll drive me cra- Unngghh," Logan's slight panic turned into lust, his body stiffening as Wade sensually licked up the length of his neck, "Did I say no? Just ignore that."

"Hold that thought...," Wade released him as he got out of the bed and ran over to the 4th wall, looking out at the audience, "Okay, show's over, my dear readers. This is naughty time now so shoo! Make like the wind! Be gone! Amscray!"

"Wade, stop bein' a fucking weirdo and get back over here," Logan called from behind him, shaking his head as he watched Wade wave his arms and mumble in the corner of the room.

"Coming, muffin!" Wade looked around as he grabbed a jacket off of the floor and whispered, "Cover your ears now."

 He flung the jacket over the camera, turning the view into darkness while his footsteps can be heard running away.

"Ya know you actin' like a schizophrenic fuck isn't very arousing."

"You knew what you were getting yourself into. Besides you know I more than make up for it in other ways...."

"Ya make it easy to forget. So how about ya get to makin' me remember?"

*INSERT CRAZY DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SEX NOISES HERE*

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Late Night Picture Show - Lux Imperator|Mr. Ring-A-Ding x Reader

oh my god i haven't written much less been close to finishing something in years i've been possessed by this FREAK. it hasn't even been 24 hrs since i started on it. i wasn't planning on this getting sexual but uh. yknow. just felt like i should keep going. so i figured i'd post the first half since it's all i originally INTENDED to write. dear god put me down like a lame horse

chap 1 is sfw, chap 2 will be explicit

It’s been a few months since, you met your… acquaintance, Mr. Ring-A-Ding. You say acquaintance, because you don’t really know your standing. You met him while working on a project to rebuild an old theater in town, and the little freak has been bugging you since. You caught on to the “I’m just a little guy” act within a month, but you’re still not completely sure what his deal is. You’re careful, but try not to let him yank you around either.

Words: 2,357

chapter 2 -> (coming soon!)

It’s been a few months since, you met your… acquaintance, Mr. Ring-A-Ding. You say acquaintance, because you don’t really know your standing. You met him while working on a project to rebuild an old theater in town, and the little freak has been bugging you since. You caught on to the “I’m just a little guy” act within a month, but you’re still not completely sure what his deal is. You’re careful, but try not to let him yank you around either.

You’re taking a small break from taking inventory on the recovered films in the projector room, just sketching whatever takes your fancy, when he pops his eyes over the desk. You pretend not to notice, just keep drawing. His little fingers pop up next, wiggling with an accompanying sound effect, before placing the pads of his fingers on the notebook with clear intent to swipe it. You put your arm on it as you lean over the desk to eye him down like a naughty cat.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, sir?” His shit-eating grin, previously hidden by the desk, is now on full display as he rises.

“Just checking in on my old pal! You don’t seem like you’re too busy for me right now, you know, your favorite excuse.” You draw in a breath through your nose, and sigh.

“Not busy at the moment, I guess.” You sit up and remove your arm, about to shut the notebook, when he stops you. “No, wait, I wanna see!”

You give him a tired smile. You can humor him-- this notebook is for work, so there isn’t much he could tease you for in there. Just doodles between the notes you take about the theater. You shut it, and hand him the book. His grin widens, and he snatches it with a ‘yoink!’

He begins thumbing through greedily, but he slows down as his face falls. He looks at you with his big wet eyes.

“These are nice, but… not a single one of me? I thought we were friends?” You giggle, and feel vindicated in your choice to only draw him in the peace of your home. Some of the art you’ve done would surely become ammo against you in his hands.

“I mean, do you see anyone else in there either?” He flicks to a page and shoves it in your face.

“You drew Kevin before me? You hate that guy!” You throw your head back and cackle when faced with the doodle of a man in a hard hat with an anguished face shouting “If only this could have been prevented!” as he lies prone on the ground.

“That was the day he fell in that hole I told him not to walk over, fuckin’ idiot.”

Mr. Ring-A-Ding tuts, waggling his finger and scolding you for language. “Still… not a single little scribble for little old me?” He pouts and lets one little crocodile tear dangle from the corner of his eye.

“You want one that bad, Ring?” He nods, slow and sad, before batting his eyelashes with a little 'plink plink!' He hands over your notebook.

“Make sure you get my good side!”

“You’ve only got two of ‘em, Ring.”

“But they’re both good?” “’Course, handsome little devil, aren’tcha?”

He grins and straightens his lapels before adding, “And humble to boot!”

It doesn’t take long, you had admittedly gotten quite good at drawing him in your spare time. Not that you’ll tell him that. It’s just him grinning and winking, but he lets out a whistle as he appraises it.

“Now this… this is art!” His hat falls forward as he looks down at it, and without thinking, you push it back into place for him. His pupils flicker yellow for a split second as he looks up at you. “Oh! Uh, thanks for that.” You grimace, feeling bad for touching him without permission.

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

He waves away your concerns. “I don’t mind! You caught me off guard, warn a guy first.” “Yeah. Forgot about the touching thing.” “Touching thing? I don’t have a thing .” He pouts, indignant.

“You totally have a touching thing. You get this look in your eye like you’re gonna bite my hand off if I touch you.”

He squints. “I think you’re making assumptions, and you know what what they say about that. But I don’t have to assume anything to say you drew that pretty quickly.” His smile widens, lids lower and eyebrows raise.

You do your best to remain neutral. “Yeah, that’s not an assumption, but an insinuation. Very astute!”

He scowls, and lifts himself up on the desk to be eye level as he leans forward, pointing a blue finger right in your face. “You did that like you’ve done it a hundred times before. I’ve got your number, babe , don’t I?”

You feel heat in your cheeks, but bite your lips to keep them in a flat line. You go to move his hand from your face gently as a you start with a soft, “Ring,” but he cuts you off.

“I think you like me a lot more than you let on.”

God, you didn’t want him to know anything about this. Sure, you’ve got a crush on him. So what? You weren’t going to let him know, because you knew it’d lead to this. Teasing. Being made fun of. That’s the sort of thing that happens when you open up . Your cheeks burn, and you feel your eyes start to water . You can’t look at him, not right now.

You train your eyes on your lap as you gently move his hand away. “Ring, I… I gotta get back to work. You can keep the drawing.” You tear it out of your notebook and leave it on the desk, and leave the room.

H e leaves you be for the rest of your shift, to your surprise. No making faces in the projector window, no trying to convince your coworkers there’s a ghost by turning things on or off… nothing. You hate to admit you miss it. You watch the last of your coworkers leave, then sigh in relief. They know you’re always last to leave, even if they don’t know why. You’ll take the undue credit of being a diligent worker any day, though.

The sun has been down for a long while, now. You make your way back up to the projector room, at least wanting to give Mr. Ring-A-Ding a proper farewell before you leave. You’re just a bit… worried.

As you walk in, you see he’s waiting for you already. He waves meekly, rather unusual. You smile softly, and give him a little wave back.

“Work over already, huh?”

“Yeah,” you rub the back of your neck. “And it’s Friday, so y’know… I’ll uh, see you Monday.”

He grimaces, and rubs his knuckles nervously. You murmur a little “bye” before he puts a hand out, asking you to wait. You turn to him, obliging his request. He plays with his collar, tugging on it comically before speaking. “Was just thinking, you need to watch over the old reels to see which ones still work, yeah? Thought maybe you could squeeze in one before you went home?”

You smile, before deciding to tease him a bit. “Man, I dunno Ring, I’m real busy. This weekend I was planning on narrowing down my list of countless suitors, visiting one of my several luxurious vacation homes, and hanging out with my closest hundred or so friends. Y’know, weekend plans. Just so busy.”

He rolls his eyes, then twirls what’s left of his hair, letting out a very convincing, “Ahaha, you’re sooo funny.” He walks over to the second-hand love seat that had recently been brought in to use the projector room as a break room of sorts, but you were really the only one who used it. He sits down, then pats the seat beside him. “I already loaded in the reel, you just gotta start it, sunshine.”

He’s acting like himself again, good. You start the reel, before taking the seat beside him, leaning on the arm.

You expect some old shit you’ve never seen before that you’ll mostly make fun of, but it seems familiar…

“Dude. Did you really put on Singing in the Rain?”

He shrugs and grins. “C’mon, it’s a classic! An old favorite of mine!”

“Sorry, I forget you’re like, a million years old.”

“You don’t know the half of it!”

You watch the movie quietly, listening as he tells you trivia. Within fifteen minutes, you notice he’s been trying to inconspicuously get closer to you, your knees now touching. 30 minutes in, his cartoony thighs are pressed against the side of yours. He tries to play off an exaggerated yawn as he rests his arm behind your shoulder. Goober. You side eye him, vaguely amused.

“See? I don’t have a “touching thing.”

You raise your eyebrows, not believing him. “This is you touching me, not me touching you. That’s different.”

He takes the challenge. “Oh yeah? Then do it. Touch me.” He grins at you like you’re too chicken, the little fucker.

“You got it, boss.” You reach under the arm behind you, and pull him so that he’s sitting hip to hip with you. You feel him tense as you do it, and feel him try his best to relax. You don’t hold him there, immediately giving him the option to scoot away. He doesn’t though. He does wiggle a little, before resting his head on your shoulder. “Comfy?”

He nods into your shoulder, and looks up at you. There’s that flicker of yellow again. You sigh. “Ring, you don’t have to do this to prove a point or something. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“I don’t have anything to prove.” He looks back at the movie, but you keep watching him as he takes the hand that pulled him closer, gently resting his hand on top. There’s just a hint of blush on his cheeks. Was he… genuinely enjoying this?

Slowly, you turn over your hand, splaying your fingers in a silent offering. He takes it, twining his fingers with your own. There’s this sort of�� buzz to the way he feels, the same kind of warm hum that comes from something like a light bulb. Slowly, you lean your head closer to him, the side of your cheek nearly touching the top of his head. He scoots into the touch, and sighs contentedly. You give his hand a little squeeze. This is nice.

A little too nice, apparently, because you’re woken up as he snaps, calling his ladies to turn off the projector.

“Oh, it’s over?”

He leans against you a little more firmly. Carefully, you hold him a bit closer. He looks up at you a little too innocently and asks, “Do you have to leave yet?”

You groan a bit as you reach for your phone to check the time. It’s nearly eleven. You look back at him as he bats his eyelashes. Damn him.

“I can stay a little longer. Should wake up a little more before I try to get home, I guess.” He grins triumphantly, and you ruffle his hair a little bit. “You’re so silly.”

He swats your hand away playfully, and you let it fall back to his side. He snuggles up closer to you. He’s been awfully quiet…

“So…”

“So?” You look down at him, waiting for him to continue.

“Was thinking about helping you narrow down that list you mentioned earlier.”

“Oh? Checking the films?”

“Huh? No, no, your uh, countless suitors?”

You stifle a laugh. “Oh yes, how could I forget. Always vying for my attention and what have you.” You turn your body toward him, and gently cup his cheek. He jumps just a little, that little yellow flicker. You move to take your hand back, but he catches it in presses it closer to his face. He looks you in the eye, pupils still holding that light glow, and it brightens, almost shimmering as he presses a reverent kiss to your palm.

Oh.

You stroke his cheek with your thumb, and he nuzzles your hand. You pull your hand back for just a second to get leverage as you lean back on the arm of the love seat, before pulling your legs up, inviting him to sit in your lap. He wastes no time in straddling your hips, and nuzzles into your neck. He pulls back up, lidded eyes, and return of the shit-eating grin.

“I knew you liked me.”

You shrug, letting one hand sit on his hip, the other against his cheek. “Maybe. You like me?”

“Puh-lease. You’re the only reason I haven’t chased all of those clowns out of the theater. Or worse.”

“What? You like being the only clown?” He turns his nose up in defiance, but take away all of his bravado as you squeeze it and it very much makes a little honk noise. He hides his face in the crook of your neck. You press a kiss between his antenna, they tickle your face as they curl up. “I’m sorry for freaking out earlier. I just… I didn’t think this would happen. Thought you were making fun of me.”

“Don’t mention it.” You pet his head, fingers playing in his hair idly.

“Ring, I, uh… Is it okay if I kiss you?”

H e looks up at you with eyes widen immediately, and you swore hearts were in his pupils for just a fraction of a second before he nods. Your eyes flutter shut, and before you can press your lips to his, he’s pulling you in by your shirt. Your face is held in his hands now, he kisses you softly, every movement intentional. He’s leaning into it, trying to get closer, arms circled around your neck, the back of your head cradled by him. You kiss him back, caressing his face and holding him closer your body. You find yourself unable to keep from smiling.

[indigothemuse]

Solitary Creatures

Hello!! Here is my submission for @mcyt-platonic-heros! I was paired with @teonytheclouddragon who made a lovely piece of art!!

Our prompt was "Werewolves running through the forest"

Warning for canon typical death (not graphic), and some depression- it is Double Life Pearl after all.

Enjoy!!

Moths are solitary creatures. Pearl knows this—for years, she's never had a true desire to connect with others. She doesn't need a family, or a pack of all things.

But then she joins the Life Series, and finds allies. Scott, who’s eyes twinkle like the stars, and who's smile holds the secret knowledge of the world. Cleo, who raised themself back to life, whose gaze is steely and hard fought. 

Pearl finds herself next to them, and takes comfort in their strength. Takes comfort in her own strength. 

And then she dies. Her final death rips the air from her lungs, and her eyes close. 

***

Pearl returns to the Life Series bubbling with energy. Grian had been so excited about the twist, and honestly? So is she! Having a built in ally? Fantastic!

Pearl’s antennae flick as she bounces around excitedly. Something is buzzing under her skin—something…strange. Her teeth itch. Pearl shrugs it off and continues to hunt for her soulmate.

***

He doesn't want her. Scott glares at her, cold hatred glimmering in his eyes. His once soft face is twisted with an angry expression she can't remember ever seeing directed at her. At their enemies? Sure. Her? His ally? Never.

“Scott,” she starts. 

“No. You can find your own team. I've got my soulmate.” He links arms with Cleo, who's glaring at her and Martyn. Pearl’s wings flare anxiously, fluttering. She can't fly here, but she wants to leave. 

They stalk off together, and soon Martyn leaves too. 

Pearl is left alone. 

But that's okay. Moths are solitary creatures and she doesn't need them anyway. 

***

Moths aren't immune to cold temperatures. Pearl sits in the pile of snow, not bothering to make sure her wings don't get soaked. Anything to hurt him. 

(Pearl’s teeth almost constantly now, and blood pearls on her lip where her too-sharp canine nicked it. Her wings have lost feeling, something that should scare her but doesn't.)

***

Pearl sits on the window sill of her tower as the sun rises. She hasn't slept in days. Tilly is leaning her head against her back. Pearl takes comfort in her wolves now. Her pack.

She isn't sure when she started to consider herself a wolf. Was it when bright lights stopped attracting as much of her attention? Was it when her vision sharpened so the moon felt like a high beam flashlight? Was it when her wings began to feel like dead weight?

Her eyes linger on Scott and Cleo’s cute little houses. She had a cute little cottage like that once. Now, she watches the server from her cobblestone tower. 

Her spine aches. So does her head. Her antennae twitch feebly. She feels…off. Maybe the fresh air will help.

***

Pearl breathes in the air of the forest. People are yelling by the Ranch, but she can't be bothered to check what's happening. The air is sharp and sweet, like the first snowfall of the year. She drinks in the cool air against her skin and the way her wolves look at her. 

She is their leader. She is loved by them. Pearl bares her sharp teeth in a threatening grin and allows the wild prickling at her skin to take control. 

Something howls inside her, and the discord rippling under her skin smoothes out. 

Her eyes close. 

***

The change hurts. Like nothing she's ever felt before. It's so cold it burns, freezing her from the inside out. (Does Scott feel this? He has to, right? Is he worried?)

Pearl opens her eyes and rightness fills her. Gone are the hands that shake from the cold. Gone are her too-weak senses. For the first time in forever, Pearl is warm. 

Her pack surrounds her and Tilly nudges her snout with her own. Pearl opens her wolfish jaws and lets her tongue loll out. 

Instinct nudges at her, telling her to move. To try this new body out. She doesn't fight it, and begins to move. 

Her paws land near silently on the forest floor, even as she races along the ground. Her Pack follows her, Tilly forever at her side. She barks happily, and the wolves answer her call. 

They crest the hill and Pearl admires the server with her new eyes. Their petty squabbles feel so meaningless in this form. Pearl howls victoriously, and her Pack joins her. 

Their voices fill the air, a haunting chorus sure to send shivers up everyone's spine. 

Pearl focuses and her fur melts away, and she straightens back onto two legs. 

Wolf ears flick curiously, and her tail swings slowly. Her wings are gone—for now. She'll need to be a moth again someday, but the Games need a Wolf. 

Pearl smiles, displaying her new fangs. This will be fun. 

Moths are solitary creatures. Wolves are not. Pearl, now, is a wolf, and her Pack won't leave her.

[pallanophblargh]

Another desperate strike at the art block and a tribute of sorts: super rusty linocut to reinitiate me into the world of printmaking. It’s not as attuned to my working style as intaglio was, but this is fun, tactile, and enough of a departure from my way of thinking that is super welcome.

It’s nothing special and definitely technically lacking (over-inked block and such) but it’s something, which is a big deal lately. Also it’s my favorite species of fish and we all know Kuhli loaches deserve all the tributes we can give.

[triglycercule]

horror is so BLESSED he's the only one out of the murder time trio that has actual good people trying to influence his story 💔💔 dust and killer were both driven to INSANITY because of the choices of their respective humans but horror??? every time without FAIL the polls for horrortale's plotline have always ended in a good place for aliza (either by bettering her relationships/reputation or for her to just. not DIE)

horrortale's potential alternate timelines my beLOVEd🙏🙏 they're SO lucky that we're being kind and benevolent hehe (≧ω≦) now where are the aus based off the possible different outcomes that could've happened in horrortale HUH???? (like how aliza couldve killed toriel or chosen horror's puzzle or gone with undyne to the core........)

[clumsypuppy]

man

[fobnsfwdoodlesbackup]

Hi y'all, I just wanted to talk a little about the behind the scenes of what I've been up to, to give y'all a little transparency and to open myself up for any tips or input! 🙏 Thank you for your continued support and for taking the time to look at my art 🫶

First and foremost I wanted to give some transparency about my art capacity.

As og followers may remember, I started this blog when I was doing art full time. Eventually my living expenses grew and I had to go back to work. I find myself in a cycle of "I'll make more art soon, once I get a job!" And "I'll make more art soon, once I am done with this job!" I lost my most recent job suddenly, having had an extension waved over my head until the last day(October 7th). Now I'm excited to have more time for art, but I am also feeling a rush to get a new job ASAP as I've been living paycheck to paycheck. I dream of doing this work full time, I'm just scared it's not quite there yet and I worry that I come off as scammy or dishonest when I anticipate more stability around the corner.

Second, I've been struggling with the Patreon. It's taken me a while to come to terms with this, but from what I've seen Patreon is not intuitive at all from the creator end. It doesn't do a good job of organizing addresses, emails, showing who or who isn't subscribed to me, or organizing and displaying the work I put on there. I've been really shocked by this experience, since lots of big names use Patreon. It's been a great way to streamline support, but it's been unhelpful in every other regard. I would like to continue using it, but I will most likely post more wips or process videos there in the future.

Which brings me to my third point, zines. I love making zines so much, it feels personal and fulfilling and fun! However the Patreon issues make it harder to keep information in order about where to send zines, or even where to message folks about them. In addition to this, the post office has been a big barrier to me, oftentimes only being open at the same time as my dayjob. Making zines can take days, then sending them out is a whole other monster.

This work is so important to me. Drawing peoples fantasies, representing body types, creating work around sexuality and the human experience feels like what I'm meant to do. I've made comics since I was a kid. This is the dream to me. The friends I've been able to make through this work are so important to me, and the conversations have been invaluable. Not to mention fun! I wanna doodle, I wanna draw hot stuff, I wanna thirst over these dudes! I want to play!

But I also just want to be transparent about the barriers I'm working around to share that experience. I'm completely self taught, both in art AND in running shops, building websites, running 8 accounts, etc. I take a lot of time to learn the logistics of these things, and try to make them make sense for my relationship with y'all (I do not want to paywall my art!! I don't want to!!!). This year my desktop broke down (the main one I use for all paintings and digital art). I've paused my Etsy shops and my Patreon to try to catch up with things. Trying to learn to paint in a completely different program. Then lost my job with no savings.

At the end of the day I don't want anything to come between me sharing my art with you. I wish I could doodle a thing, take a picture, and post it here. No third party site, no shop, no subscription. Just sharing my art with you. I promise I'm trying to figure out how to stay as close to that as possible, and I want to thank y'all for sticking with me as I untangle all of that.

So, what can you expect in the near future?

I'm working on a couple of painting commissions right now, which you should be able to see in the next couple of days! I want to catch up on kinktober and get those posted as well. There's a comic commission in progress which I'm very eager to work on, and which I think y'all will be excited for! To ease the weight of the Patreon I think I may do less zines/polls there and more wips and process videos! If possible, I want to do more full colored work too.

Thank you again for enjoying my work, and if you have any input or tips my inbox is always open 🙏🫶💕

[i-will-go-with-you-five]

Runner Five is feared for a reason… she is absolutely terrifying when she wants to be

[freakoutgirl]

i'm like trying sooo hard to work on my mental health but i still feel like i'm fucking drowning

[crescentfool]

🍊🫐 throughout time!