#i was just on twt admiring all the artists i follow

[i4sgwr]

if you make content for Nanami kindly promote yourself to me 🤲🏼

[dawdlecentric]

D3G_Takahashi you are the boniji artist ever 💗💛

Their art really make me feel like this every time

I haven't seen all of their boniji/BTR art yet but these are my favorites so far (tho tbh I love all of their art!)

Source under the cut

[vilevampire]

it's that time of day (2:50 am) where I sit back and look at my canvas where I am currently drawing commissioned emotes for one of the biggest minecraft content creators in brazil and I think to myself "how the fuck did I get here"

[miguelhugger2099]

Him and I (2/2)

Summary: Lyla, is it normal to be jealous of your variant? Prev A/N: shout out to the literal artist of the recent 2099 comics for drawing atsv miggy and comic miggy side by side, it inspired this fic in the first place. TheWarBlazer on twt :) Comic!Miguel x Reader x ATSV!Miguel, SMUT, little PWP, Word Count: 6, 355 Comic Miggy = Mig / ATSV Miggy = Miguel c:

By morning, you had woken up slowly, processing where you were and what you had done the night before. Your hair was a mess and you pulled the covers around you when it slipped off, feeling a bit chilly. You looked around you to find yourself to put on, ultimately finding your panties ripped apart from yesterday so you just settled on loose shorts and Miguel’s blue t-shirt lying to the side. You noticed he wasn’t beside you but there was a smell in the air that told you he was at least still home and making breakfast.

You got up from the bed, making sure your legs worked still before peeking out the door to see if you could spot him. You turned your head from side to side until you finally caught him, leaning against the stove slightly in a compression shirt with sweatpants.

Miguel was there cooking up a basic breakfast of eggs and toast, taking a few sips of what you believe to be his protein shake. He glanced behind his shoulder to see you and he gently smiled. “Hey.”

You smiled weakly back at him, hoping he wouldn’t notice your cheeks darkening. “Hey. Morning.” You waved awkwardly.

Miguel chuckled and pointed to a bag on the glass table. “I bought some empanadas from the panaderia I go to. I didn’t know which one you’d like so I got both chicken and beef.” He faced back to the pan to scramble his eggs. You made your way over to the bag, opening it up to see another smaller set of bags labeled messily with Miguel’s handwriting.

“Which one do you recommend?” You asked, taking one from the beef label.

“The chicken.” He responded. You chuckled to yourself since the other Miguel preferred beef.

You walked over next to him and watched him work as you took a bite into the empanada. He turned and gave you a small smile, satisfied that you liked what he brought you.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asked, turning off the stove and taking two plates from the cupboard. You nod.

“Yeah. Just, uh, starting to wake up.” You blush softly, remembering the scenes from last night. Mig hides the prideful smile on his face.

“That’s good. I’m glad.” He places a decent amount on both of your plates and leads you to the dining table where you both begin eating and chatting.

He admires you as you speak, finding the beauty in this new you that he once knew.

After a while, you and Miguel felt the air shift, mugs and utensils starting to hover a bit in mid-air. You stiffened, knowing what this feeling was. Someone was opening a portal. Someone found you.

You quickly stand up and Miguel follows with a worried expression. “What’s wrong?” He asks, on edge and his talons extract subconsciously to the unknown he felt around him. You don’t answer and instead face the door of his bedroom where the warping was. Your spider senses went wild but calmed down the moment you realized that this was another spider person–they weren’t threats but you were just shocked.

You take a step back, closer in front of Miguel in case whatever spider person would ask questions. What you weren’t prepared for, was your boss opening the bedroom door to walk where you two were.

There was the leader of the Spider Society in all his glory, Miguel O’Hara–the original version you knew.

“Miguel…” You gasped breathlessly in shock, barely a whisper. Shit. “He-hey!” You laugh nervously. “You, uh, wow–haha.” You were speechless, knacking your brain to say something–anything to explain yourself. “You found me,” you chuckled nervously. “Y’know–I–I was lost for a bit but um–thankfully–I found another spider person and–wouldn’t you know it– it’s another you. So I was…extra…safe…” You trail off, noticing how Miguel had stared behind you to look at his other variant. You glance behind you to see the redhead tense up, standing up straighter to not be intimidated by this other version of himself.

“Yes. I was looking for you.” Miguel grunts, still as hardworking as ever. “The others were worried.”

Your gaze softened, thinking of your friends and feeling your heart swell at their concern. “Yeah. But I’m safe and look,” You showed your watch up to Miguel, his eyes ripping themselves off his variant to your watch. “He fixed it for me. You two really are alike.” You smile.

“I–I was gonna go back, but the watch was just fixed. No communications and the touch pad wasn’t working–” You tried to explain but your boss cuts you off.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s great. Now we need you back.” He frowns down at you. Your smile drops and so does your heart.

“Well…well of course but–”

“But?” Miguel cocks an eyebrow up, his frown deepening. You purse your lips–even though you knew Miguel close enough, he was still your boss. You glance back at his counterpart apologetically and in turn he glances down at you.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper your apology to him and he doesn’t like it.

“You don’t have to go.” He whispers back to you, one hand resting on your arm and the other cupping your cheek. Neither of you notice your boss glare at the way he’s touching you. “You can go back whenever.” He insists.

“Actually she can’t,” The brunette's voice booms between you two. “She has a job to do as Spider-Woman–at the HQ.” He hisses out.

“But she wants to stay here. You can’t just make her.” The redhead retaliates. Miguel grows annoyed, kissing his teeth with a loud tsk.

“She isn’t yours.” MIguel grabbed your arm and tugged you towards his chest. The redhead grabbed onto your other arm and tried pulling you away from him, making you in the middle.

“She isn’t yours either.” He spat back. Both Miguel’s scowled at one another, your boss puffing up his chest to tower over both of you while his variant bared his fangs unwavering to his attempt to scare him off. “Did you even bother to ask what she wants?”

You look up at the redhead, even though he was facing off his counterpart–they could very well tear each other apart. “Miggy, just hold on–”

“Miggy?!” Your boss scrunches up his face, not even prepared to hear a nickname come out of your mouth for his variant. You blushed and opened your mouth in shock–the nickname had spilled out.

“Not–Not like that! It isn’t like that!”

“Not like that? What, so you just have sex with every variant? Give them pet names right after?” He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms in a snarl.

You start babbling to defend yourself but Mig perks up.

“What do you mean by that?” He asks. You and Miguel both turn to him–you still flustered while Miguel scowls at his counterpart.

“What are you talking about?”

“How did you know we had sex?” Mig crosses his arms and narrows his eyes up at Miguel on the other side. You blink for a moment and then it slowly processes in your brain.

He…He watched. But how?

The watch.

You snapped your neck back to your boss and you see him clench his jaw but his eyes don’t look at down at you–the tips of his ears grow increasingly red.

“You watched,” Mig laughs, shaking his head in disbelief and throwing his hands up. “You watched,” He repeats. “You sick-"

Stubbornly, Miguel tries not to falter. “She called.”

But his own self knows better than that. “And you stayed.”

“I was making sure she was safe.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Making sure she could safely cum? Yeah, I handled that.”

“Guys—” You interrupt with pure horror on your face. “Can we please not?” You turn to face Miguel’s general direction but you don’t meet his eyes. “We can just forget about everything in the last twenty four hours and what happened here so–”

“I want you back at HQ,” Miguel grumbles, turning his head away from you but still protecting his masculinity and pride with his arms tightened around him. “Away from here and back to work.”

His counterpart scoffs a humorless laugh. “Now I get it,” He walks up to Miguel and pulls you behind him “You’re jealous.”

Miguel squints his eyes down at him. “What?” He growls but the other’s smile only grows. He’s figured him out. They have the same mind after all.

“Jealous,” He repeats. “Did you have some feelings for her? Is that why you’re here all pissed? Just cause I got to her first?”

“Don’t piss me off.” Miguel’s face hardens, his frown growing deeper and showing his fangs off to threaten him.

“Or what?” Mig growls back, his talons extracting from his fingertips.

Feeling the growing tension, you try to speak up since one Miguel was dangerous enough–two of them would be catastrophic.

“Hey–can we not, maybe?” You interject, moving beside Mig and trying to catch your boss’ eye. Mig turns his head at you for a moment and then grinning to himself as he comes up with an idea.

The redhead hugs your back close to his chest, one hand on your hip and the other sliding up his shirt you’re wearing to reveal your stomach to the brunette. “Mig!” You gasp, blushing fiercely and holding onto his arms. You look away from your boss in embarrassment, opting to hide in his variant's neck, which he happily allows. You fail to notice your boss’s breath hitch at seeing your bare skin and his pupils being blown wide. The Miguel behind you smirks even wider.

“We could share.”

“I don’t share.” He growls.

“So you do want her. Just for yourself.” Miguel doesn’t respond, his eyes focused on the way you squirmed under his gaze alone.

“Mig–Mig, please.” You whine when you feel his porcelain hand disappear under your shirt to cup one tit in his hand and run his thumb over your nipple.

“Stop that.” Miguel’s jaw clenched when his eyes met his match. Bright red eyes narrowing at his scarlet ones.

“I’m not stupid. I’m you. I know what you want,” The redhead murmurs, grazing his teeth on your earlobe. “What she wants,” His mouth curls up when he sees you purse your lips to hide your moans but he can feel your heartbeat. “What we all want right now.”

Mig looks up at the other version of himself, realizing that this one might not be as confident as he is. A by the rules asshole who was all about work, work, work. He was the same but not to this extent. However, if this Spider-Man was anything like him, all he had to do was wave the candy in front of his face and he’d crack. No matter the universe, Miguel O’Hara always grabbed what he wanted if the right buttons were pressed.

Your soft mewl snaps them both out of their mental warfare, two pairs of eyes looking down at you between them to see you look bashful and hot with embarrassment. For a moment, both men stop, equally concerned with putting you in the middle. Your boss feels the most guilt but Mig on the other hand feels less so. With his hand right by your heart, he can feel the heat emanating from your body and pounding heartbeat against your ribs. He has felt the same need and craving when you were squealing last night.

“Isn’t that something you want?” Mig hums, his hand on your hip playing with the string of your shorts. Miguel takes a firm step forward to stop him but was stopped when you nodded your head. Your eyes still shut while you felt your cheeks burning. Mig’s touch was intoxicating especially with the feeling of him on you from last night still lingering on your body.

“I need words, sweetheart.” He hums and you purse your lips for a moment.

“Yes…” You choke out.

“Yes, what?” Mig asks you but looks at Miguel.

“Yes, I want it…” You groan, feeling humiliated but it was exhilarating at the same time. The redhead slides his hand under your shorts to feel the new wet patch growing between your legs. Mig smirks as he remembers slicing off your panties last night. He nudges your legs, a silent command to spread them apart and you give him that access with shaky steps. He lets you relax on his chest while his fingers spread your folds apart while you whimper. Miguel stares at the hand in your pants with a blush across his face, fighting his two emotions of wanting to stop this and wanting to make you whimper like that.

Your boss’ variant bunches up your shirt over your breasts and you writhe in his hold, trying to gain some sense of decency while the two men basically get off on just the sight of you.

“You want more, don’t you?” Mig behind you purrs, his fingers in your shorts gently rub circles against your clit while his other hand tweaks and pinches your nipple. “Want to feel nice and full?” He kisses along your neck and you try to grind against his fingers, wanting them to slip inside but he was just teasing you. You moan softly, focusing on the feeling of electricity jolting down to your core.

“Uh-huh, mhm–please,” You whined. Miguel’s breathing increases and his suit strains to accommodate for the bulge growing between himself. His hands clench and unclench beside him as he itches to grab your body to feel the soft skin you could provide him. His eyes lingered on your tits and he licked his lips subconsciously.

“Hear that? She wants more. Isn’t that convenient?” The redhead chuckles, slipping his hand out from your pants and showing up with his fingers covered from the juices your cunt provided him. “You just gonna leave her like this? Or are you gonna help out your precious little employee?” He taunts Miguel and Miguel swallows the lump in his throat.

Miguel takes another step forward just enough to be in front of you and to feel the heat coming off you and his variant. He hesitantly rests his hand on your hip and you flinch, not expecting to feel a third hand on your body. Miguel’s variant raises his slick soaked fingers to your mouth and smears a bit of it on your bottom lip. You open up slightly but Mig had already slid them inside your mouth making your tongue taste yourself. You whine as best you could with his fingers in your mouth and look up at Miguel with shame. You felt your cheeks burning hot but your eyes widened slightly in surprise. Miguel stared down at you, huffing softly as he watched you suck your slick off his own variants fingers.

“Fuck…” He groaned and his grip on your hip tightened. “Can I? Please.” He bent over slightly, his breath hitting your face. The redhead behind you watched and then flicked your nipple when you didn’t respond fast enough. You yelped around his digits and felt them slip out, a string of saliva coming out.

You nodded again, reaching one hand off Mig’s arm to hold onto Miguel’s shoulder.

Miguel slides your shorts down, pooling them underneath you and moans when he finds you without underwear, his cock twitching in anticipation. His hand on your hip slides down to lift your leg up and he moves closer to rub his crotch against your core. The blunt nudge sent a jolt of pleasure through your body and you nearly fell back if Mig wasn’t holding you from behind. Miguel’s other hand rises up to cup your other breast, squeezing and kneading the flesh between his fingers.

“Ah–Fuck…!” You gasp and roll your head back against his variant's shoulder, your eyes barely glancing down at the two toned hands cupping and grabbing your body. You feel Mig thrust softly behind you, poking your ass while Miguel continues to grind up against your pussy. Your mind went foggy as you felt both men surround you, the fantasy of being taken by both of them sent your brain short circuiting.

The shirt you had been wearing fumbles back down, covering yourself once more. Miguel grunts in annoyance, letting go of your breast to rip the fabric into shreds with his talons that made Mig tsk. Miguel went back to playing with your nipple until he leaned down to latch onto it, flicking the nub gently with his tongue. You twitched and gasped, arching your back off Mig and into Miguel’s mouth. “Miguel!” You mewl and he groans in response, biting it with his teeth and pulling before letting go and watching how erect it had gotten, wet with his spit.

You hear Mig grunt behind you, bucking his hips against your ass to feel some friction for his cock. His arm wrapped around your middle to pull you against him, his lips dragged along your neck in open mouthed kisses and his hand returned to twist your nipple between his index finger and thumb. Miguel pulled away from you a bit so glance down at the soaking mess you made on his suit, his cock throbbing for more. So, he rips his variant’s hand off your waist.

Miguel then hauled you over his shoulder, returning back to the bedroom and tossing your body on the mattress, giving you a strange sense of deja vu. Mig rolled his eyes and followed behind your two and saw you on his bed once more. You squeak and cover your eyes when Miguel phased out of his suit and Mig tossed his shirt up and over his head. Miguel crawls in bed with you, his frame basically covering everything in front of you. You peek through your fingers and close your legs which makes both men frown. Mig crawls beside you, pulling one leg apart while Miguel takes the other. Mig takes your hands away from your face and settles for kissing your cheeks and trailing down to your jaw and collarbone.

“Don’t be shy,” He murmurs, his hands cupping your tits in his large palms. “You’ve already had one of us. What’s another one, hm?” You moan out when he plays with one nipple in his hand and sucking the other. Miguel kisses down your stomach, finding himself fond of your thighs, squishing them in his hands and grazing them softly with his talons. Goosebumps rise to your skin as his tongue teases just outside your pussy.

Miguel’s plump lips take your clit and he gently sucks on it, his tongue licking up and down and swirling around it. You quickly grip both Miguel’s hair in one hand and pull them closer to you body. Your mind didn’t know who to focus on first, it was like they touched every nerve possible and turned you numb, only to feel pleasure and nothing else.

Miguel pulls away entirely, spreading your folds apart to see the increasing amount of slick you were producing and he groaned. He slips a finger inside you pushing through from how tight you surrounded yourself on his digit. “Coño…” Miguel mutters. You spread your legs further apart, Miguel kissing the inside of your thigh appreciatively. Your head rolls back as the two men assault every possible soft spot on your body.

Mig twists your nipple between his fingers at the same time his mouth suckled around your other nipple. You felt his teeth nibble the bud, his fangs grazing over you delicately. Miguel continues to ease his finger deeper inside you, preparing you for another finger. You moan loudly, writhing beneath them desperately and it’s no use–not when two grown men are keeping you still with their weight and hands. You try bucking your hips further down Miguel’s fingers, whimpering his name and gasping. Miguel curls his fingers inside you, hitting the soft spot you’ve been craving and so you squeal in pleasure. Mig quickly lets go of your abused nipple to kiss you and hinder your moaning.

Miguel growls and glares at the redhead. “I want to hear her.”

“Mmm, too bad.” Mig chuckles against your lips and slips his tongue in your mouth. You could barely focus, face contorted in pleasure as Miguel takes it as a challenge. He dives back into your cunt, pumping his fingers while his tongue flicks up and down to lap up your juices. Your moans are muffled by Mig’s mouth but your hips buck wildly to meet your boss’ wet muscle licking you up. He pins your hips down so he can focus on eating you out properly and you whimper, your body completely hindered and at their command. His nose nudges against your clit and you claw into their hair. One hand in straight ginger locks while the other hand yanks on wavy brown strands.

Mig pulls away from your lips to take a deep breath, both your tongues and lips are wet from swapping spit. You’re breathless from the kiss so you stick to small whines and mewling as you hump yourself on Miguel’s fingers and mouth. He feels you convulsing around his fingers and he eases a third finger, scissoring you to stretch you out just a little more. “Miguel! Miguel! So close, I'm so close–please!” You beg, trying to fight against his hands holding you down.

But Miguel pulls away all of a sudden. The pressure inside your abdomen disappears and you groan in frustration. “No!”

“Tranquilo. You’ll get what you want.” Miguel mutters under his breath. He looks over at his variant, a silent conversation going on that only a Miguel would ever understand. Mig settles by your head, his cock strained against his sweatpants. You look over lazily at it and try to reach for his waistband but he stops you with a gentle smile.

“Not yet, princess.” He kisses your knuckles before dropping it back to your side. You’re confused for just a moment but you’re pulled out of it when you feel Miguel lift your legs over his shoulders. He lines his cock up with your entrance, his angry red tip dribbling an insane amount of precum. He glides himself in between your folds to lube himself up and your pussy throbs feeling how hard he is. Miguel huffs, his cheeks flushed as the lust clouds his judgment and mind.

Being as gentle as he possibly could, Miguel pushes his tip inside you. You gasp and arch your back, Miguel being just a bit bigger than you’ve taken before. Mig jumps into action, playing with your nipples while he runs kisses along your neck. “Hold onto me, mama. I’ve got you.” He murmurs. Your hand grips into his hair again while the other grips the sheets.

“Mig, Mig…” You whine while Miguel pushes further inside. Miguel rubs your thighs to ease you into some comfort and trying to stop himself from splitting you apart. Both men whisper sweet nothings to you, praising you for how well you’re doing and how good it’ll feel. Miguel rubs your clit in small circles while he reaches the hilt.

“S’good…” Miguel murmurs. “You’re doing so good.” He slowly pulls out, watching your pussy soak his cock. He strokes himself inside you softly as to not hurt you but, damn, was it hard. Mig tries to relieve your stress by bringing your nipple in his mouth again, his hands holding you and rolling your other nipple between his fingers.

You moan and arch your back, your hips lifting up to meet one of Miguel’s soft thrusting. That feeling you had last night of needing something more was slowly being quenched. Having multiple hands, multiple options of pleasure was just what you needed and it seemed like they thought the same. Miguel held your legs up while he picked up his pace, his balls smacking against the curve of your ass. You felt him stretch you out with every thrust, your pussy coating his cock with wet slapping and sticky echoes. Mig murmurs into your ear.

“Can you feel it? You take cock so well, look at you. You look so pretty getting fucked, hm? Oh, you poor thing.” Mig taunts you, his hands squeezing your breasts in his palms, your nipples and mounds having bite marks all over them. You wail and thrust your hips to meet Miguel's pounding, your cunt squeezing him tightly as you felt the same pressure of your orgasm coming up.

Miguel groans, panting and huffing to keep himself steady while he fucks you. His hand presses down on the bulge in your stomach, feeling his tip slide in and out and poke through your stomach.

For some reason, that was the final push you needed to cum–your pussy clenching and unclenching as you cream and cry around Miguel’s thick girth. Your legs shook in his hands while he rammed into you to prolong your orgasm. He pulled out before he could cum with his teeth clenched tightly while Mig let go of your tits and stood up from the bed. Miguel takes a few deep breaths as he watches you barely recover from your high. His cock was still painfully hard and now glistening with your cum. Your body was bruised– hickeys around your chest from Mig and tiny scratches on your legs and thighs from Miguel’s talons.

Miguel tugs you up and lies you on your stomach so you’re facing the foot of the bed. You feel him tap your thigh. “Knees. C’mon.” He mumbles and you weakly try to lift yourself up but Miguel grows impatient, settling for just picking up your bottom half himself. His calloused hands grip into your plush hips, carrying most of your weight. You see Mig approach where you are and you look up. He smirks down at you and narrows his eyes downward and you follow. You gulp and grab the sheets into your fists when you’re met with the sight of him stroking his cock softly. Your mouth drops open in surprise and you feel your mouth water. His tip was already red and leaking and you’re entranced with the way he rubs his thumb across the head to smear his precum as lube.

His other hand lifts your gaze back up at him with his thumb forcing your lips apart to open them. You blink up at him and his heart skips a beat at how pretty you’ll look with your mouth stuffed with his cock. The redhead looks at his counterpart from behind you, giving him a small nod and he returns one back.

“Be a good girl and open up.” Mig hums and taps his cock to your lips–he’s been waiting for this. You open up and stick your tongue out for him to slide onto. His tip feels heavy as he nudges himself deeper in your warm mouth, his breathing already increasing rapidly. Your lips wrap around his thick cock, nearly hitting his base but enough for the red hair of his pubes to graze your nose. He groans above you, struggling to force you deeper down himself and instead reaches for your hair to grab onto.

You feel Miguel behind you slide his cock back inside you, pushing himself to the hilt where his balls smack your sensitive folds and bumping your forward, making you choke on Mig’s dick. The redhead hisses and grunts, yanking you back. “Be shocking careful.” He growls at Miguel but he ignores him. Miguel’s mind is somewhere else entirely, his eyes haven’t left your ass. He grips each cheek in his hand and bites his bottom lip, his fang piercing the skin for a second.

“Que bonita eres,” Miguel praises, tugging you back against his pelvis and making his cockhead arch up into your sweet spot. You shook and rolled your eyes back, nearly falling apart if it weren’t Mig holding you up. You clamp down on his cock instinctively which makes your boss choke on his gasp.

“Shit–she’s still tight.” Miguel moans, rocking his hips against your ass. “Relájate, mi amor–así, así.”

Your body moves after every push of Miguel’s thrusts–pushing you back and forth on the cock in your cunt and the cock in your mouth simultaneously. Mig moans in turn, the vibration from your own whimpering runs down his length for stimulation. His hand keeps a tight grip in your hair to make sure your head stays up and sucking. You feel your neck strain to look up while both men use your body for their own pleasure.

Sounds of slurping, squelching, and moaning surround the room. You could hear the quiet grunt of Mig while Miguel was a little louder, groaning and muttering things under his breath. You thought for a split second that Miguel was little more rough on you than his counterpart–or maybe it could’ve just been because it’s his first time fucking you. You didn’t care honestly.

You tried to focus on the Miguel in front of you, his dick filling your mouth and his tip occasionally poking the back of your throat and making you tear up. Your tongue swirls around him, gagging a bit and leaving copious amounts of spit on him. You glide your tongue under a throbbing vein of his and he hisses above you, his hand pulling your head forward to take him deeper and slapping his balls on your chin. “Fuck, I should’ve made you do this earlier–” He moans. “Should’ve known those pretty lips would do some good sucking me off.” He thrusts a bit faster and you can practically feel him swell up at the thought.

You moan around him, spit dribbling out your mouth and down your chin. You could taste the new flavor of his salty precum on your taste buds and the natural musk of his cock. Your jaw began to feel sore from being stretched open to accommodate his girth. Mig’s hand tried to shakily push back the stray hairs that had fallen in front of your face. “That’s it, gorgeous. You’re doing so good for me. You like that? Feeling full, hm?” He teased, knowing you couldn’t even answer if you tried.

More saliva accumulated inside your mouth and you moaned around him pathetically as your response. You pussy clenched from his teasing which made the brunette behind you groan and pump himself faster inside you. He held your hips tightly going fast and short strokes which increased the sound of skin slapping on skin. You focused your eyes up at the redhead until your eyes widened feeling a hard smack to your ass.

You whined around Mig’s cock, feeling the tears prick in your eyes from pain and pleasure while Miguel behind you left a few more slaps to your ass before squeezing it in his large hand. Mig looked over at his counterpart fucking you from behind, kneading the plump flesh while he bucked wildly like an primal animal. Miguel’s eyes were clouded with raw lust, focusing on the way your ass jiggled and rippled with every pound and slap, how you mewled around his variant’s cock and how your previous orgasm made it so much easier to slip in and out of you.

God, you were perfect, Miguel thought to himself. So desperate and so willing to have not just one of him but two. “So greedy,” He murmured between heavy breaths. “Just had to have two cocks, huh? Just one isn’t enough—couldn’t settle so you wanted me to fuck you, is that it? Needed your boss to cum inside this weeping cunt?” Miguel groaned and lolled his head slightly back while his hips began to speed up. His cock swelled inside you, his balls tightening for release but he held back–just a little longer, it feels too good.

Your eyes rolled back, unable to keep sucking the redhead dick anymore with how their teasing and talking sent you in overdrive. Drool leaked out of you and you felt your pussy gush more juices on him and down your thighs. Mig pats your cheek to wake you up out of your cock-drunk haze.

“Head up, princess. Keep sucking, I’m so close.” He moans, grabbing the back of your head and shoving you up and down on his length.

You were made for this, both Miguel’s decided. You knew just how to please them, your pussy was already carved in the shape of their cocks, your tongue knowing exactly how to suck. Now that they had you, they were never letting go. Maybe there are some things Miguel O’Hara can share.

You weakly went back to sucking Mig off, but he didn’t mind. Just the feeling of your wet warm and drooling mouth was enough to have his cock twitching down your throat.

“Haah, fuck–” The man above moans, gripping your hair tightly in his fists. “Shit, shit–I’m gonna cum.” He whines and tries to pull himself off you but you whimpered and reached out your hand to grab his thigh from moving away. He looks down to see your eyes pleading and begging him.

“You wanna swallow?” He asks between huffs, a smirk slowly curling up. “Alright. I’ll give you what you want, princess.” You closed your eyes, a silent thank you as you tried to properly help him reach his climax and cum in your mouth. Mig closes his eyes and thrusts in abandon, his tip rubbing against the back of your throat and swelling up before releasing in your mouth. You gag a bit, unexpecting so much to come out but you tried swallowing as much of him as you could.

You felt him softening on your tongue while you drank his thick cum, some of it being too much and dribbling down your lips and his length, Your tongue slipped around him to make sure he got his fill before he slid out your lips. A string of his cum and your saliva connecting from his tip to your wet lips. Mig stroked his cock a few more times, the beads of leftover cum spurting from his tip which you happily lapped up with the tip of your tongue.

“Oh, such a good girl.” Mig praises, his thumb cupping your chin to open your mouth to make sure you swallowed everything. You opened up softly, moaning and whimpering freely now that you aren’t hindered by dick down your throat. Mig, now exhausted from cumming, pulled away from you to sit on one of his plush chairs in his bedroom. His chest heaved up and down as he calmed down from his high. Meanwhile, your head fell to rest on the edge of the mattress while Miguel continued to hump you, his cock engorging every second with his own release. Especially with the way you moaned and squealed.

“Tan mojada, tan apretada–ay Dios–por favor, por favor–"Miguel moaned, slurring under his breath while he looked down to watch his dick disappear in your pussy and reappear with an unbelievable amount of wetness. His thrust went out of rhythm, now a desperate attempt to just finish inside you.

“I’m gonna cum inside, okay?” He groans. “Eso se suena bien, mami?” He leans over you to pound his cock in a different spot, his hand coming down to push your head in the mattress. Your cheek is smushed to the side and you can barely see Miguel fucking you from behind but you can feel his hand grab your entire head.

“Uh-huh!” You babble, mouth just being filled and drenched with cum. Miguel sees your eyes half-lidded and rolled back, jaw slack as you spill out moans and more drool with his variants cum drying on your chin and lips.

Miguel lets out a deep growl from his throat as he fastens his pace, his talons pricking your skin around your hip to keep you steady while he uses you. You scream his name, your vision going white and hot with pleasure as you finally reach your orgasm again. You came around him, the sound of wet plaps becoming more prominent as Miguel thrusts his last few times.

Seeing your body go limp and sensitive from just orgasming made his moan in response, his cock twitching wildly before stiffening and shooting his thick load inside you. He painted your insides white, the warmth of it slipping out between him and you from the sheer amount of cum he produced. Miguel continued to slowly pump himself dry, making sure your pussy squeezed every drop he could offer, shuddering when he pulled out of your wet walls to see himself drenched in both your fluids.

Miguel let you go, watching your spent body flop down without the help of him picking you up. It was now more quiet than usual, just the sounds of heavy breathing as you collected yourselves, sweat dripping down everyone’s skin.

Mig smirks lazily from his comfortable plush chair, his cock in his hand and semi-hard from watching you two finish. He glances at Miguel’s glistening cock, also semi-hard just by watching how you glow after cumming.

“I could go another round.” Mig huffs and Miguel turns to him with a tired look but with a speck of lust ignited in them.

You whimpered and shook from the aftershocks of your orgasm still flowing through you. “No…no more. I’m…It’s so sensitive…” You drooled on the sheets, trying to catch your breath and feel the nerves come back to your body.

Miguel looks down at you and nudges your legs apart to see the damage done to your pussy. Swollen and glistening with all types of fluids and cum. He uses his fingers to spread your folds and you twitch and whine weakly, Miguel’s cum oozing out of you. He jams the amount that had leaked out of your back inside with two of his fingers, making you moan. His other hand grabs your ass cheek apart and he grins.

Miguel looks up at his counterpart only to see him with the same toothy smirk. Great minds think alike.

“Well, there is… one hole we haven’t used yet.”

A/N: are u happy to be in paris? :3

To the lovelies that wanted to be tagged <3 🏷

@oscarissac2099 @huniedeux @mcmiracles @gltzpzy @ahano @the-pan-liquid @julian0800 @2099gf @jadeloverxd

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[finzphoenix]

you don't even have to like answer this if you don't wanna but like I have to say- I find it mind boggling you follow me because I absolutely adore your art and everything you create so much. I'm a big DC fan for the rogues and your art is just so perfect and your artsyle is so desirable with the way you can draw, its like straight outta a comic book. I also love how you draw riddler and scarecrow so muchhh. Jjsjskksnsjbsjsn im rambling sorry but your art is so cool and i find it insane you follow me and sometimes like my art TwT you like inspire me to draw more

Oh my gosh, I cannot express enough gratitude for your considerate words! *///*💖💖 Especially as someone who greatly admires the art of comics with the dream of one day becoming a part of this industry, I'm genuienly more than humbled by your comparison. Your passion for my work is extremely motivating, and it's an honor to be seen an inspiration for a fellow artist's artistry!

I can only return the compliment as I greatly admire the way you capture the quint essence of every character you draw, like, your Jervis? Utter perfection, absolutely immaculate! *Chefs kiss*

Keep pursuing your own creative endeavors, and don't apologize for sharing your enthusiasm! It's what connects us all in the artistic community ^///^💖💖

[mickmundy]

i am now hooked on bushmedicine bc of your fics, would u happen to have fic/blog recs? 👀

OH MY GOSH EEE THANK YOU SO MUCH MY FRIEND ;__; I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE ENJOYING MY SERIES!!!! ;u; as for recs.. ohoho... yes... i do.., fortunately i have amazing talented friends whose work i admire and adore!!! just going to say that this list is by no means exhaustive or complete and is being done completely off of the top of my head, so PLEASE don't feel bad if i leave anyone out!! ;__; <333

also i'm really not super active on here so i mostly know twt accounts but i'll do my best! i'll firstly advise you to just look through my bushmed tag on my blog. lots of great folks in there!! ^v^ so much talent!! aoguaougaaa!!! and to my friends who have supported me with my own fics thank you so much ;;; i owe u all everythign!! <333 going to stick this under a cut since it's kind of lengthy!!

for fic recs, i actually don't have a lot of time to read many, sadly!! ;_; BUT i'll gladly point you in the direction of some of my besties' fics that i have read and absolutely adore!!:

see that my grave is kept clean by @fairyouth.... my favorite. john is a freaking MASTER of writing them and i love his big huge creative mind!!

heatstroke by @eurovamp... kat is so talented!! i LOVE her interpretation and they have so many fun au's!! i haven't gotten a chance to read it but she also wrote a bushmed naga fic that they've been talking to me about and AAHHH IM SO EXCITED TO READ!!

as for fanart, i'll also use this as a chance to promote my lovely talented friends!! i don't speak for them of course but i believe some of them (myself included) might be more active on twitter, i'm not sure! :( but i'll rec them here regardless hehehe!! some accts are ns/fw too so just a heads up!

@lovey2dovey2 YESSS FELLOW MEDSNIP LESBIAN!!! HEHEHE!! she's SO talented and kind, and all of her interpretations are SO fun and creative!! absolutely adore her art style!!

@5piecechickendinner / @5piececockdinner DEEEEEE absolutely stunning pieces, great moody art and a joy to talk to!! a blast to talk headcanons with too!!

@rabidratbaby -> twitter acct! amazing pieces, conveys such tenderness and sweetness in their art, both nsfw and sfw!! super chill and immaculate vibes in general!!

@radioactive-gremlin -> support her on patreon! char's got it all... lighthearted silliness and super sexy comics!! a total delight to follow and befriend!

@lubby-beez LUB!! so sweet to know, and the queen of saucy medic art!! amazing coloring and body type representation and super fun ocs!!

@poisonedflame if you follow me on here you've probably seen me reblog ren's amazing sfms quite a few times hehe... so kind and talented, huge-brained and a wonderful friend!!

@skymacaroon fantastic art and super fun to talk to, absolutely love how he draws medic and sniper!!

@oldkamelle one of the accounts that warmly welcomed me to tumblr.. ;u; very kind and so great to talk to, totally wonderful artistic talent!!!

as for folks who i am not very close to but whose works i still adore and cherish and scream so normally and lovingly any time i see them on my tl and who i want to still give some spotlight to! i hope it's okay that i'm tagging you in this! ;-;

@goo-p absolutely no notes... ellís's style yields so much range for whimsy And more somber/serious pieces... absolutely stunning!! a joy to work with creatively and to speak with!!

@hootsimedes such cute style and so many amazing creative ideas!! and so kind!! ^u^

@halfhihat SUUCH a cute style!! absolutely love the cute little comics he draws!!

[veintrry]

soukoku, chuuya hates dazai, its on a plane, them just being them. 1.7k wrds

an: i wrote this bcs my friend wanted chuuya to throw dazai of a plane bcs they hate dazai. the end. that's the plot.

tw: knives, heights (dur), stabbing.

@/sakai_30 on twt

"If you want to die do it after we're done here, I don't want to have to drag your damn body back to the base." They were back to back, not left with much space in the walking path with formal clothed men approaching from both sides. "I'd rather not have you touch me, I don't want my last moments to be ruined." Chuuya rolled his eyes, scoffing at the other boy's words. "Whatever, I don't need you messing up my clothes anyways. Now, focus." "I think you should take your own advice." A smirk came onto Dazai's lips, pushing into Chuuya before striding forward to attack his enemies.

God, he hated him. Chuuya loathed that boy, he really did. He caught himself on his right foot, quickly turning and lifting his left leg to hit the man before him, hitting the side of his rib. There was an incredible strength to it, so much so the man choked blood out of his mouth. Why must he always be so damn annoying? The ginger was managing to take on the men with no trouble, brows furrowed as he dwelled on his anger towards the executive.

Dazai was enjoying himself, only a tad bit of course. He was getting along fine, he was no martial artist, but he had his tactics, and sometimes... they get a bit out of hand. Grabbing onto a man's wrist pulling him down and shoving his knee into his stomach, he swipes the blade from the victim's hand, turning it, holding it tightly and slashing through the blinded man's neck. Followed by a stab into the abdomen of the man behind him, dragging down the blade and letting his stomach lay wide open. Leaving it as is as he allowed the man a slow useless death. Osamu glanced at the hooded boy, watching him fight. He could tell he had really hit a nerve beforehand, but it seemed like Chuuya was getting away with a good stress relief session right now.

Thanks to the Executive being so busy admiring his work, he surely wasn't aware of the still bleeding man dragging himself towards him, his back completely defenceless. Reaching for another blade in his pocket, he quickly holds his arm up and is about to slay the man, finally achieving a great accomplishment for their union. But suddenly, he ducked, and the man could feel an intense amount of pain, one so horrible it was numbed almost instantly after it landed. It caused him to fly to the opposite side of the plane, only ensuring his death comes quicker.

"You shouldn't try to hit your senior, Chuuya." Dazai spoke with a smug look as his partner's foot was at his left, hovering above his shoulder. "You're damn lucky I wasn't aiming for you." Dropping his leg, his foot hitting the ground, he tucked his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, looking over to the other with blood splattered on his bandages and dark clothing. The tall teen threw the blade past Chuuya, a gouging sound coming from behind the ginger boy. "I guess we're equal." The Ex-Leader only eyed him unimpressed.

"Seems like we're all done. This was a real waste, why must I always babysit you just because you're new?" The boy in grey immediately turned and walked up to Dazai with intent. "Babysit? I'm the one who has to fucking make sure you don't go trying to pull one of your damn suicide fantasies!" Fury burned ablaze in his eyes, but the brown ones that met his looked disinterested. "Who told you to do so?" There was a pause, a moment where he just stared at the taller boy, feeling his brows arch closer to one another. "Excuse me?" "Who told you to do so? I didn't." Chuuya seemed to be on the brink of loosing it, and rightfully so. Until, he stood up straight, blinking at Dazai. "Yeah, you're right. You didn't." He began walking forward, and although originally the bandaged man didn't budge, his partner began to step so close he had no choice but to begin to move backwards.

Maybe there was a bit of regret within Dazai's heart, but he was mostly curious, curious to see what Chuuya would do. He hadn't just blown up on him, or hit him, he had been speaking in an awfully low voice. "And you know what? I'm sorry." His eyebrows relaxed, but he was still clenching his jaw. Sorry? Now that is a word he didn't expect to hear on this fine day. With each second passing he could feel something coming, Dazai knew it was going to happen but it was so exciting simply anticipating it.

"So please, let me fucking help you die."

He reached his arm out to grab Osamu's collar, successfully so, although it was apparent that Dazai could've leapt back before Chuuya's grip had captured him, and as he felt the boy's tight choking grip, he kind of wished he did. Opening the door of the plane with his free hand, Chuuya stood still in his spot, a moment of eye contact, then he held the coated man outside of the plane, his feet dangling in the air. It was difficult to breathe for Dazai. It's true that he also was an ability user but the gift he had was one that got him into many dangerous situations to do so much as activate it, and despite this being dangerous, Chuuya wasnt exactly using his ability. "Come on now, haven't you got anything left to say?" Dazai's face scrunched, an aggressive yet almost proud sneer as he looked up at Chuuya. He couldn't say anything, it was difficult with the tightness around his neck. "No need to get choked up." A cocky grin rested on the ginger's face, one of confidence and pride. It was a smirk fit for a god.

The man opposite of him, the man with no pride nor regard for that around him, merely sputtered out a snicker, the corner of his lip twisting up at the sight of the sapphire eyes that grew irritated with his antics. "Getting cocky just because you're looking down at me for once?-" Of course he wouldn't simply cower and give in, begging, pleading for safety. If he wanted to let go he could but the executive very well knew he wouldn't. "Shut up." His face stone cold, the only warmth that lived was the windows his eyes granted the maniac. "You should be grateful," His head cocked to one side, offering up a doubtless smile, with orbs filled with nothing but delight. "This'll be the last time I'll be looking at you, since you'll be too far down in hell for me to even acknowledge you."

"Ha, you're so stupid." The grip on his neck gets tighter, urging him to continue.

"Don't tell me you think I won't see you there. The only thing that separates us is time, Chuuya." And to that, he couldn't find a retort. It was an unfortunate truth that had left his mouth and was likely one of the rare times he hadn't lied, and one of the times Chuuya couldn't disagree with him. In fact, he agreed, and he hated knowing that. "Then I'll find a way to ensure not even time can intervene with this." "How passionate of you. I'll look forward to it."

To think a mission would result in this argument. Although, this had become a normality as wild as it is. Neither of them knew how long had passed, nor did either one even seem to care much for their positions even if they understood the logistical weight of it. "You are no better than Samael." Venom was laced in his tone, threatening to find its way to pollute the air around them and kill the man before him quicker than the fall would. "Oh wow, you think of me as an angel?" Dazai feigned flattery "One that is about to follow in his successors footsteps."

They gazed at one another, the only sound was the wind rushing past the body in the air, dangling off one hand. "Your final words?"

"I always said I wanted to die in a painless way."

"You shouldn't be too greedy."

"Neither should you."

Dazai's arms grasped around Chuuya's slim neck, the leather of his choker pressing up on his skin. The smaller figure clutches to the side of the door, attempting to hold himself still with the added weight. "Attempting to murder your executive? You do know I'm the Boss's right hand man. We wouldn't want you getting into trouble, Leader." The brunette was pulled closer to him, to the point their noses nearly touched. "I don't care what trouble I get into if it means I get to be the one who kills you." There was a spark that glimmered in Dazai's eyes brought out by the entertainment he found himself immersed in. So much so, he might even welcome the idea of being murdered.

A hand moves to wrap around the one over his throat, the other body is surprisingly warm for someone like him. "Chuuya," He started. "You may be capable of delaying time, but I'd never allow you the privilege of being free of me." It was getting harder for the mafia member to hold on, not because he was losing his grip, but because he felt his irritation seeping into his brain, having his mind work solely off of his emotions. "So this is how you wanna do this, damn bastard." Letting go of his hold on the metal that had gained den marks, he fully clutched the man's throat with both his hands, feeling his weight elevate down towards him till there was a shift in gravity, a familiar sensation, although still abnormal. He squeezed, strengthening his hold.

Dazai's fingers lingered to his choker, pulling him closer, his eyes seeming to challenge him with a question. Who'd kill him first, the fall, or Chuuya? And the ginger felt insulted; he dared even attempt to pose a threat to him. It seemed like he couldn't even care less about his situation, about how he was near death's door, how it was banging for him. And this is a shocking feeling that, for once, enabled him to understand Osamu. It is not frightening, but a careless feeling almost. A slight awareness exists, but not bothered by it, because it is not something you can avoid, you can change. It is a sensation that follows you like a shadow, haunts you like the ghost of your sins, crawls on your back like your regrets. It is all the wrong but there is no right to be found within it, not living nor death.

[wave2love]

U GOT ME SO IN MY MARK THOUGHTSSS i kind of came up w a little smau idea 😢😢

ok so . idol au!!! mark is a soloist and so is yn, mark’s been in the industry a while and yn has recently debuted. mark thinks mc is “like, so cool, dude” (a direct quote real not fake) and will NAWTT shut up ab him he’s literally streaming ur music on every live putting it on his ig stories adding it to all his playlists like its SERIOUS for this man. he’s on his priv twt following all the fan accs and following u on every platform and retweeting ur selcas the second u post them its a little bit embarrassing actually. and his friends r like ermm r u like.. 🏳️‍🌈 ? is this a crush situation ? so hes like Whajstt😂😂 no man i j think he’s cool lol . and his friends all sigh and pity him 🙁 #DELUSIONISREAL..

FAST FROEARDDD its been a few weeks mark is STILL in firm denial (or is j oblivious) ab his Gay Crush and then. he gets the news. you and him are set to appear on a variety show!!! TOGETHER!!!! its HORRENDOUS for him he’s panicking he’s freaking out he’s excited he STILL thinks he j really admires you and nothing more. (mark in the gc: guys is it gay if ur fave musical artist makes ur palms sweaty moms spaghetti😭😭😭 and then hyuck tells him to kill himself he’s truly fighting a losing a battle). d-day arrives he turns up on set sees u in all ur fine glory and comes to about 13 realisations in that singular moment.

he’s a MESS the whole shoot he’s giggling at every second word u say he’s complimenting u every second sentence he’s crashing and burning and twirling his hair and kicking his feet and the editors are also giggling . not bc its funny but bc of how much they’re going to RUIN HIS LIFE!!! they edit NONE of that shit out he is in the trenches. but not in a bad way everyone j knows he’s down horrifically astronomically terrifyingly bad. #LOVEISLOVE

ANR FROM THERE ITS J . SHENANIGANS!!! BEING SILLY!!!! he managed (Somehow) to get ur number after the shoot and he squeals like a little girl whenever u say hi. its bad. anyway crush crush giggle mark lee falling in love kiss kiss GAY PEOPLE! happy ending rainbows. i was thinking like choi hyunwook for the fc.. hes j loml 🙁🙁 omg and mayb rocket for the title i love that song my

ok anw gn bsf muahhhhh <3 TELL ME WHAT U THINK IF U EANT ?? but i kinda love this actually 😭 MAKRKKK MY SILLY GUY

THIS IS SO GOOD OH MY GODOODOA

giggled and kicked my feet reading this ask tbh!!!

literally do it.. no bc i acc love mark even tho i don't stan nct i just like love him he's so silly!!

do it make the smau like rn!!

[oselatra]

2017 Spring Arts theater preview

'Driving Miss Daisy,' 'Hedwig and the Angry Inch,' 'In the Blood' and more.

It's probably a good thing that The Arkansas Repertory Theatre's next drama, "Jar the Floor," begins and ends before Mother's Day 2017, lest lines like "Gal, I should have killed you when you was born" turn a bonding session seriously sour. Cheryl L. West's play is dark and naturalistic. It's the tale of four generations of African-American women who gather to celebrate their MaDear's 90th birthday, but end up airing long-harbored grievances. It's Gilbert McCauley's eighth time directing at The Rep; "Jar the Floor" is a play he says he's enjoyed the opportunity to direct more than once. "I get the sense that audiences enjoy it because the writing reflects an admiration for human resilience coupled with a compassion for human frailty," he said. "While it is filled with raucous and often poignant humor, the playwright, Cheryl West, says her play is also about 'making peace — with one's scars, with one's history and ... one's mother.' " "Jar the Floor" runs March 29-April 16.

That "Godspell" banner has been enticing pedestrians on the 600 block of Main Street for a while now, and it's time: The Rep is ending its season with a "big top" take on the traveling circus musical with the help of 2 Ring Circus, the aerial artists behind the effects for The Rep's production of "The Little Mermaid" last season. "I am overjoyed to be returning to The Rep ... as director of the newly conceived cirque/aerial version of 'Godspell,' a new and thought-provoking spin on an age-old story," Director Donna Drake said. Plus, isn't it rather timely to be putting on a play that reminds us about all those bits in the Christian ethos about kindness and brotherhood? "Godspell" runs May 31-June 25.

Theater in Little Rock doesn't begin and end with The Rep, of course, and while you'll find plenty of Arkansas-connected talent among The Rep's casts, locals are the mainstay of the theater community elsewhere. Here are a few highlights of the upcoming seasons in Central Arkansas at Murry's Dinner Playhouse, Argenta Community Theater, The Weekend Theater, Celebrity Attractions, The Joint Theater and Coffeehouse and The Studio Theatre. (Check our calendar listings for touring shows landing at Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art in Bentonville, Reynolds Performance Hall in Conway and at the Walton Arts Center as part of Fayetteville's professional theater company, TheaterSquared.)

Murry's Dinner Playhouse turned 50 years old this year, and the company celebrated that milestone birthday with a play about a milestone birthday: "The Nerd." The Playhouse puts on Alfred Uhry's 1988 Pulitzer Prize-winner "Driving Miss Daisy," one-third of Uhry's so-called "Atlanta Trilogy," Feb. 28-March 25. Lieber and Stoller's musical revue "Smokey Joe's Cafe" follows, March 28-April 29. "Southern Fried Funeral," a new comedy set in New Edinburgh, Miss., from playwrights J. Dietz Osborne and Nate Eppler, is up next, May 2-27, not to be confused with "Southern Crossroads," Warner Crocker and Steve Przybylski's musical revue of Depression-era songs like "Tom Dooley" and "Keep on the Sunny Side," May 30-July 8. Rounding out the summer at Murry's is an adaptation of "The Wizard of Oz," featuring the songs of Yip Harburg and Harold Arlen made famous in the classic 1939 MGM film.

The Studio Theatre (and adjacent watering hole, The Lobby Bar) is home to what may very well be one of the most exciting productions in the city this summer: John Cameron Mitchell's and Stephen Trask's rock 'n' roll opus "Hedwig and the Angry Inch." It comes at the end of the summer, Aug. 10-20, but mark your calendars now, and in the meantime learn all the lyrics to "Wig in a Box" from the gorgeous film version , just in case a singalong is called for. More immediately, the company stages a Shakespearean favorite, the magical comedy "A Midsummer Night's Dream," beating all the balmy June performances to the punch with a March 30-April 9 run. Next up, April 20-30, there's Terry Johnson's stage adaptation of the 1967 film "The Graduate," followed by "Spring Awakening," a lusty 2006 rock musical set in late 19th century Germany, a modern interpretation of the eponymous and often-censored Frank Wedekind play.

The Community Theater of Little Rock holds shows at The Studio Theatre as well, and that company is in the final days of its run of Bernard Pomerance's drama depicting the life of Joseph Merrick, "The Elephant Man," through March 12. Next, CTLR puts up a production of "Life is Short," a collection of short plays, May 11-21, followed by a finale that sounds like the title of a 1988 "Saturday Night Live" sketch — but is, in fact, an actual play — "Heathers: The Musical."

The Weekend Theater consistently brings shows to its season that tend to pop up concurrently at larger, savvy houses elsewhere — Lynn Nottage's "Intimate Apparel," for one, and that's probably most evident in TWT's season closer, Suzan-Lori Parks' "In the Blood," May 5-21, a reimagining of Nathaniel Hawthorne's "The Scarlet Letter," written before Parks went on to pen the Pulitzer Prize-winning "Topdog/Underdog." Right now, TWT is finishing up a run of "Titanic: The Musical," through March 12, then gearing up for a production of Maxwell Anderson's "Bad Seed," March 31-April 15, a dark drama that narrowly lost the 1955 Pulitzer Prize for Drama to "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof."

The Main Thing, the comedy trio over at The Joint Coffeehouse & Theater, continues its run of "Naked People With Their Clothes On" through March 25, and follows that up with "Rough Night at the Remo Room," March 31-June 17.

Celebrity Attractions brings the heralded touring production of Disney's "The Lion King" to its season in the spring of 2018, and in the meantime, is pleasing Andrew Lloyd Webber diehards with a touring run of "Phantom of the Opera," March 8-19 at Robinson Center. Celebrity Attractions also brings the 20th anniversary world tour of "Riverdance" to Robinson on April 14-16, and "Motown: The Musical," the story of famed record producer Berry Gordy, on June 21-25.

2017 Spring Arts theater preview