some things are best left hidden.

Nightmare blunt rotation

Bakugou who makes it a habit of FaceTiming you out of the blue because he’s horny. Your friend group and his own have had to bear witness entirely too many times to answering the phone and he’s exposed somehow—they always just wanna say hi, ask him how his recent mission is going. They learn after enough times, that when he FaceTimes you out of the blue, to steer clear of your phone until you give them the okay. there’s just been too many times with you answering and then screaming to the top of your lungs as you clutch the phone to your chest and tell him that there are people around.

but does that stop him? of course not, the little whore. he’ll call you after he’s gotten out the shower, so his body is still wet and glistening. he’ll call you while he’s away in some other country, with his dick in the camera and a pout on his lips because he misses your stupid face. he’ll call when he’s this close to orgasming, because seeing you will always push him over the edge.

he calls you one day while you’re working at home, typing away at your computer, your phone propped up beside you. you answer without looking at him, smiling, asking how everything’s going so far and it’s not until you look up, when you gasp.

“Katsuki!” You yell, a little giggle tearing through your words in surprise. “What if someone was around? Again?” You ask him, but it’s hard to remember why you’re this upset when he looks so pretty in front of you. He grunts, still jerking his cock as he sits on the edge of the bed, his phone propped up on what you believe a nightstand, as you can see the way his stomach curls in from how raggedly he breathed.

“You’re alone, right?” He asks in a huff, eyebrows screwing up as he takes in your wide eyes and slightly gaping mouth as you stare at his form. You nod absentmindedly, already feeling your inner thighs starting to get slick, shifting a little in your seat.

“Show me a tit, or something. I miss you.” Bakugou mutters, eyebrows pinched as he twists his wrist over his tip before he slides back down his shaft.

“When don’t you wanna see my tits?” You tease him, but oblige, lifting your shirt, eyes rolling slightly at the downright filthy noise that leaves his mouth at the sight. You don’t even have to play with them, just sit them on display and he’s already so quick to burst all over himself.

You take it a step further though, pushing back in your chair until he can see most of your body where you sit, slipping out of your bottoms and underwear until you’re on display for him. You put your knees to your chest before settling back, thighs on either side of the arms as you spread yourself, smiling at him all the while.

“So fuckin’—shit!” He sounds damn near strangled as he cums all over himself, eyes squeezed shut as he jerks at his cock. you can’t help but laugh when you hear the crackling of his quirk going off, watch how the sheets beside him char and start to smoke in his intensity. He’s always so easy, you think to yourself with a little laugh as you began to get dressed, and you love it.

Don’t be silly! Okay, be a little silly (Patreon)

blind pianist from an aggie board.... i fucking miss her‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

I miss him

I did a piece for the @siinamotazine Dream Inside a Dream! The song is From 7 to 8 (７から８へ)!

I'm not sure the gif will display at original size, or if it's stuck at max width, but here's a progress gif since working on this made me actually export various steps of my progress:

Omg, what was your dream? If you're interested in sharing it :0 I keep my own dream journal so it's interesting to hear other people's dreams.

Haha glad to share! This dream was back in 2018 and it was when I had a quick nap while I was house sitting with a friend. As soon as I woke up I quickly drew the main visual of the dream because it left such a distinct feeling in me and I was shaking when I woke up haha.

It was more of a nightmare than a dream, as I had a really strong sense of dread and there was something about the atmosphere of that dream that was so.... Thick?

I was walking on the beach right where the water was coming in, so it was lapping at my ankles every other step and my feet were soaked. I had the distinct feeling that something was behind me, but I didn't know what, and couldn't see because it was so dark. All I had was a flashlight, but it barely lit up the ground in front of me, and I was almost better off not using it. When I look up, I see a bunch of lines against a red sky- which I assumed to be very straight trees in a forest. I looked back, cause the slight change in the wind felt like breathing on my neck, but nothing is there, just the waves at my feet. When I turn back around and keep going forward, there's a white bar in the sky between the lines. Something about that white bar felt like hope, the first time, at least. I started running towards it but I fell, and turned around to check for injury. Every time I turned around or tried to run, more white bars would fill in the sky, and instead of hope, it was pure dread. I was terrified, something felt so wrong, I couldn't do anything without more white bars appearing between the lines and it started to feel like they'd get me or something lol. I also noticed that no matter how far I ran, the bars and lines were fixed in the sky, like a skybox in a video game. Perpetually out of reach...

I woke up in a cold sweat and was still shaky from the fear, but I fucking loved that visual so much and described it to my friend as I drew. It gave me the same chills you usually look for when you're playing a scary game, and I'd love to somehow use this concept in a story/game, but who knows.

Your masking tape art was so pretty and reminded me of the ominous white bars from my dream... Except yours are the NICE version haha, mine were evil :P

cw somno adjacent. minors dni

You’re laying on your side while slightly propped up, nearly facedown on the pillow, trying to sleep. You’re certainly on your way there, having nearly nodded off a couple of times. You feel the lounger shift as someone sits close behind you and settles in. Then there are fingers over your scalp, massaging and running their hands through your hair. The touch is familiar; you know who this is. You’re tired; it feels nice. You relax, a small smile hidden behind the sheets by your mouth. The longer it continues, the more you relax, melting down and practically dozing off. Gosh, it feels so, so nice, so comforting to be pet like this…

Then, one of his hands slowly deviates, grabbing a bit of hair and tugging gently. Your breath hitches, and you let out a mewl, muffled by the blanket. There’s a moment of pause, then it happens again: a bit of fingers against scalp, lulling you, then a smaller tug. He’s close enough against you that you almost wonder if he can feel you tense both times.

“Do you like that?”

From the way he says it, low and rumbled and with an undercurrent of something sinful, you’re fairly certain he’s not just referring to the hair pulling. You’re tired, so very tired to the point that you don’t know how much you’d move or potentially push someone off. You’re unsure how much you care that such a thing might happen. It excites you, in a strange way. You don’t reply. Perhaps you whimper very quietly.

He doesn’t say anything, simply shifting closer, hips against yours, making his intent clearer, leaning over you. Your eyes are half shut, but you’re certain he’s just observing you. You swear you’re trembling a little, trying to hide that you’re getting turned on by this.

Then, a single finger slowly rounds the curve of your hip, just below your underwear, travelling towards your core. The trembling gets worse, now, and your breathing picks up from the anticipation and your sensitive skin—almost as if you were in a dream already, with how heavy your breaths come.

He stops just before he fully gets close. Your breathing eventually evens out. He kisses the top of your head and lays beside you, no longer pressed against you, and lets you slumber.

July random art dump!

TFW you make a human friend but she didn’t get the memo of running from the Jester

"Come on and sit on it, Liebling~"

Censored version of nsfw Strade :)

[Image description: A digital drawing based on the film Slaughterhouse Rock. It depicts the character Alex Gardener floating in the air, wrapped up in his sheets. His head falls back and his arms hang limp. This drawing of his figure is repeated four times: one in blue slightly below the first, one in a light green further down and slightly more left, and finally one in a pinkish red a bit down and to the right of the previous one. There's a vague pink outline around the first one. The figures have a light blue outline around them, making them standout against the darker blue background. At the bottom of the piece, a beam of bright light begins. It gets slightly wider as it progress upwards towards the original figure, which is where it stops. Some faded sparkles surround it.]

Inktober - Day 1 (Dream)

Movie - Slaughterhouse Rock (Dimitri Logothesis, 1988)

Imagine

You are in a shoe store, Payless or Famous Footwear or something else, you didn’t really look at the sign. You see a shoe with the face of Jerma on it.. Turns out it is Jerma himself! He has become a sentient shoe and wants you to help him turn back. Do you keep him as a shoe forever and even wear him? Or do you help him turn back to human Jerma form?

He’s my little meow meow, my darling, my bbygirl (Patreon)

"Don't you ever wonder what waits beyond the stars,"

"Where the sun we know is only a cinder in the sky?"