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[alphaofdarkness]

Ya'll better fecking behave or i'm gonna get you! 🐺🐺🐺

it’s mostly the indication in the text,, , sooooooo I proceeded to write in a typeface I created two summers ago ✌🏼🫥✌🏼

If y’all haven’t read Hunting Ghosts by now, I don’t know what to tell ya’ll ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and if you can read what is says...👀

Then I love you, it means I did a good job in creating a readable typeface 😌✨ okay,,, adios~ 🫥✌🏼

DON’T REPOST THIS ANYWHERE; I will hunt you down and I will fecking get you 😤🐺‼️

[thebardisabird]

As an ambassador for the thick thigh club, I felt this one in my soul. So to my Karamatsu babes with stretchmarks - this one’s for y’all. Will be tagging this as tw: body image & tw: body insecurity just in case!  Under the cut!

It had hit you just after you got out of the shower this morning, a small deep red stripe that shone bright against the curve of your inner thighs. Your fingertips traced it in worry, the flesh feeling soft and wrinkled under the pads of your fingers. It felt ugly.  You spent the rest of your day absentmindedly tracing over the mark through your clothing, it’s mere existence disturbing your peace. It made you hate the way you looked at your body, jagged with these same physical cracks littered all over you. The feeling of being broken with all the scattered lines - unlovable because soft, unmarred skin was now stricken through permanently. You had to force your thoughts away from it until you made it home, all of your emotions beginning to well into your throat unwillingly. 

-- Your day came and went, thankfully, and soon you were in the comfort of your own home. Your heart was heavy as you stared at your reflection once more in only your top and underwear, planning simply just to change out of your work clothes. Tears blurred your vision, and you let out a frustrated sigh at the streaks that splayed over your body. Amidst your sniffling, your boyfriend stood at the doorway to your bedroom, his quiet entrance going unnoticed as he watched you scrutinize yourself with such heart aching disdain. With a softened look, he called your name from where he stood. Your gasp was sharp and you moved to blot at your eyes almost immediately.  “Karamatsu, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you, I--” “...I love them, you know.”  Your heart caught in your throat, “I...I’m sorry?”  He moved closer to you, his eyes slowly drifting from your thighs and all the way upwards until he met on your dampened eyes, “I love them...those marks you seem to hate so much.”  You broke eye contact to stare off ashamedly, “You saw me, huh?” the sigh that left was heady, you both felt it; in embarrassment, you turned away from him, “I just...they look so awful. Like I’ve been wounded or like...I don’t take care of myself, I don’t know.” Frustration clawed at your throat once more, “They make me feel ugly.” 

Hands gently smoothed over your shoulders, “...Lay down, my love.”  You shifted back towards him, “Why? I need to finish changing first.”  “You can later, I promise...right now, I just want you to lay down on the bed, okay?” Karamatsu coerced you carefully, walking you over to the bed now. Confusedly you did as you were asked, the majority of your body laying across the sheets save for your legs that dangled over the edge of the mattress. Little did you expect for your boyfriend to slide himself between your thighs, the bulk of his shoulders lifting up the backs of your thighs as he did.  “Karamatsu!” came your surprised yelp, “I haven’t showered yet, I need to-”  “Hush, my love,” he cut you off once more, and your words fell from your lips. Dark brown irises found your slightly panicked stare, “I want you to understand something...” and his gaze shifted to the soft expanse of your thighs, “These marks...make you more beautiful than you could ever comprehend.”  His lips pressed to a spot just past where your knee and inner thigh connected. You bit your lip as you watched him kiss a few more spots on your thighs, interchanging between the two mounds of flesh. The gentle admiration and even more tender caresses of his fingers against your skin made you the tears behind your eyelids threaten to spill.  “In Japanese art there’s something called Kintsugi,” he sighed against your thigh, “Gold being used to fill in the cracks of damaged pottery...only to make it anew and more refined than ever.” His fingertips smoothed over your fresh stretch marks, “You were never ever broken darling,” and he kissed them with a  warm fondness, “Your body is a vessel of love, so much so that these are proof - stripes imprinted physically; made from a heart that loves and is well loved,” you caught him smiling now in admiration, “Stripes that only serve to make you as beguiling beyond measure...a work of art and beauty nearest to my heart.”  He kissed the softened scars once more and it made your heart start to race with how close he was to your sex. He didn’t miss the whimper in your voice, but instead chuckled low in response. His palms smoothed up your thighs, settling at your hips.  “Don’t you see, my flower?” Karamatsu cooed, “These stretch marks are a part of you - and with everything I am, I adore every part of you there is to have.”  Deft fingers curled around the band of your underwear, tugging them downward until he could get them fully off of you. With sincerity in his gaze, he gripped your thighs and settled your legs fully over his shoulders.  “Now,” purred Karamatsu, as he placed one last kiss on your thigh, “Allow me to rid you of your worries of today, and convince you of how truly exquisite you are both outside...and in.” 

[makethiscanon]

Ha! I'm actually managing to keep up with Kinktober this year. Yes, it's day 4. Only day 4. That's literally the best I've ever done with this dang month of smut writing.

And today I'm writing Dabi x reader, and honestly I sometimes wish I didn't keep this blog SFW because it's so steamy I wanna share it.

I forgot how much I enjoyed writing for the li'l murder bean.

[chubbybunnyally]

[gophergal]

*squints* ... Is this too horny?

Nah. No such thing. Surely

[kazz-matazz]

Permission to drop

fuck it yes this is about patrick stump. will not stand down for this one i speak my truth 💪

[puppetoffthehook]

“I want Steve to shove his snake down my throat.”

[naughtynecromancer]

"There are 206 bones in your body. Think you can handle another one?" -From Draemen

Mori froze for a moment, her cheeks heating in a blush at the playful question as she sauntered her way over, swaying her hips, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she smiled at Draemon. "Well, that sounds like an experiment we should perform, doesn't it?" She asked him flirtatiously. @hellforestrp

[naughtynecromancer]

"You can, if you can catch me." She called out playfully, not running very far or fast, she was in a mood too and she knew that this would definitely get his attention. He had started things earlier, cornering her, playing with her wrist then chuckling and walking away. Now, it was his turn again. The ball was in his court.

[SUCKING] then runs away :)

"Ohhh fuck you," Jim said, what started out as a moan turning to a laugh as he watched her retreating. "Come back and finish what you started," He added, teasingly.

[solongshrimp]

Does anybody have pages 5-8 or 19-21 of pancaketiffy's Nautical Disaster anywhere? And does anyone know if the comic was ever continued past page 23? I wanna see if I can archive it somehow.

UPDATE: Did some more digging and found pages 19-21 (though two pages are labeled as page 21, which seems like an accident but they are two different pages, I'll have them listed in order,) as well as a 24th page. My guess is that that was the last page that was publicly released, but again, if anyone knows about pages past this point let me know.

So now all I need to find are pages 5-8, and any possible pages after 24.

UPDATE 2: Found page 7, so that leaves pages 5 and 8.

Pages I currently have:

Page 1 -- Page 2 -- Page 3 -- Page 4 -- Page 7 -- Page 9 -- Page 10 -- Page 11 -- Page 12 -- Page 13 -- Page 14 -- Page 15 -- Page 16 -- Page 17 -- Page 18 -- Page 19 -- Page 20 -- Page 21 -- Page 21 (b) -- Page 22 -- Page 23 -- Page 24

Concept Art -- Sketches -- Cover Sketch -- Cover WIP

[actualbird]

in the birthday event luke also said “well it’s better to be obedient than to be polite” (i think this is when the mc wants to buy him lunch bc he bought the entire office food) so like, he really is the most submissive and breedable person in the entire universe

in connection with my last response

it's so crazy he says these things out of the blue no prompting needed at all like

no one:

nobody at all:

not a single soul:

luke: im a good boy, i'll do whatever u want obediently. btw 👉👈

[makethiscanon]

Ugh I have so much Vampire Ojiro brainrot right now. You can blame Miguel O'Hara.

I wanna inundate you with personality-flipped possessive mate Tailman but lord it would not keep my blog sfw.

😫😫😫

[undinoble]

Just posted the full SFW for all patreons and the NSFW finished illustrations as well as the CSP file and a 2k words nsfw writing concept based on the drawings for the highest tier! (Reminder that all content posted on the Naughties tier is exclusive and won't be published anywhere else!)

Really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed working and seeing it all come together!

I'm fully focuses on making art content on Patreon this year so if you're interested in supporting an independent artist while getting lots of rewards, please consider visiting my Patreon!

Just posted two brand new sketches for Patreons! One SFW and the other full on NSFW, getting the most out of my day home alone! This one and other exclusive contents if you consider supporting an independent artist!

[gophergal]

.... i love drawin tiddy....

[hotdogvicar]

Incubeast 🔥

[gccdstories]

@siderealxmelody / *

Her heart raced, her blood pumping faster than ever. The heat, the desire, it was all that her body could feel, and her nails dug more into his neck, scraping along his shoulders as she pulled him against her. Or he pushed himself against her.

One or the other (or both).

❝ I said shut up. ❞ Her lips claimed his again as she yanked his hair enough to bring his head up from her neck. Fuck if his teeth didn't send shivers through her as they slid down her neck, though.

She pushed closer to him, her skin on fire where his hand traced along her waist. ❝ No more talking. ❞