#the final plague

[robo-writing]

Cockwarming with Logan is one of those ideas that sound good on paper, but could never work in reality. Listen up, and I’ll tell you why. (18+)

The heat of you enveloping him is nirvana itself, your hands on his body sending him to cloud nine. They linger on his chest, pawing, caressing, blazing a trail from his collarbone to his face, nails burying themselves into the darkened locks as you stare at him with nothing short of pure adoration.

“Feel good?” You ask, and he’s so drunk off you that he can only bring himself to nod, breath hitching when your hips circle themselves in his lap. Your laughter is nothing short of melodic, pressing yourself into the broad length of his chest.

He feels everything like this—the heat of your nude body against his, the scent of your body wash, your shaky breaths—every sense on overdrive. It’s there you sit, unmoving, unwavering, every movement causing your pussy to clench around him, and in turn, makes his chest rumble appreciatively.

“Should listen to you more often,” Logan mumbles, biting his lip at the feeling of you nibbling at his neck. “Just full of bright ideas, ain’tcha?”

“Full of a lot of things,” you sigh, and the sound makes his cock twitch.

But, there’s something missing.

Your quiet whimpers, your doe eyes staring at him from above—the way your pussy clenches in response to every touch, pulsing around his cock—it’s good, but it’s not enough.

Tugging at him, an itch he can’t scratch, it gnaws away at his mind until he finds himself searching for more, and the realization hits him like a wave.

It’s patience he lacks, an epiphany that has his lips curling into a smirk. It’s a lesson soon learned when his fingers dig into your hips and lift, surprise evident on your face. His downfall, as with most things, is his lack of patience. When it comes to you, he could even go as far to call it greed.

“Logan?” You ask, not a word given in response. His palms run up your back, large digits squeezing at your flesh, and yet the feeling does little to settle the sudden flare of nerves that build in your core. The calm before the storm, the impending sense of doom, women’s intuition—or maybe it’s because you’ve become intimately familiar with the devious smile that spreads across Logan’s face.

“Logan? What are you—“

You’re soon cut short, interrupted by the feeling of him slamming you back onto his cock, your short gasp making ego soar to new heights.

“Sorry doll, change of plans,” he grunts, bouncing you on his lap without a care in the world. The sudden change of pace has you scrambling for purchase, hands clamoring around his neck as you struggle to keep up.

“Logan, wait—ohmygod—“ you whine, and the sound is like music to his ears. His attempt at soothing your worries is his hand sliding across your ass, the sharp sting of it making you jump, but lucky for you Logan’s there to pull you back onto his cock.

Up, down, up, down. A constant rhythm that finally satiates the beast within him, the dull thud of skin on skin enough to have him melting into his chair, a wave of content spreading through every vein of his body. In contrast, you feel your own becoming more tense by the second; toes curling, breath caught in your throat, an incomprehensible string of noises leaving your lips as Logan watches with bated breath.

He tuts at you, the sound nothing short of mocking. “No runnin’ away sweetheart, this was your idea.”

“Not like this,” you moan, hiding yourself in his neck. “Wanted to relax…”

Your voice trails off, unable to speak when Logan’s practically fucking every rational thought from your head. Slowly but surely, any idea of protest is drowned out by the heat that burns inside of you, a dull ember that builds into a blaze, unable to focus on anything that isn’t Logan or his cock grinding inside you.

You can hear his laughter bellowing deep within his chest, amused at your brainless state, right before he quickens his pace. “Trust me sweetheart, I’m real fuckin’ relaxed right now.”

[hellspawnmotel]

I dont need to ask why mona calls you babygirl. I know already

[raintemper]

Moon design that’s been rattling in my head for a while…I just think she’s pretty 🥹

[saltyfinalboss]

here are some wizard(-y) characters that i really love and have been meaning to show some love for!!

if you recognise all of them, i tip my wizard hat to you 🧙‍♂️

[d-does-art]

What if Luffy found someone else at Egghead?

[beescake]

im a sollux kinnie and ur art is great. like a delicious meal. 1 million courses. my compliments to the chef.

AOGHHH TYSM I REALLY APPRECIATE IT

in gratitude i present a little guy doing setup for the first time 🐝

[scrawnytreedemon]

I don't think I ever posted this here.

[desertowlet]

Did you know you're all my very best friends?

[glockzap]

noo i swear i wasnt trying to sneak into your beauty chamber and steal your precious plague victim blood for weird guy reasons ahaa

[blue-jos10]

jean literally fucking breaking down in the hospital after hearing about riko's death and neil telling him he died with a pop is the most Neil & Jean thing ever

[deinonychian]

hi . *pecks you* *pecks you* *pecks you* *pecks you*

[fraternum-momentum]

llllll,,,,,,,,lllllllll,,,,lllaios,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[salmon4dinner]

brofist

[arealtrashact]

Your sona is so cute! Sorry if it's obvious, but what animal are they? I noticed they have horns??

In any case, I love your art always. Your talent in character design is unmatched!

No need to apologize ; It's virtually impossible for someone to guess what Smarty is without me providing some sort of brief explanation. . . So here it is !

A closer look at the specimen . . .

[likesummerrainn]

All Out 09.06.24 // Collision 01.18.25

[lucifers-mourning]

*crawls out of the dirt and coughs up a lung*

Here's Gabriel!!!