#nsf work

[lemon-wedges]

Forever ago someone on my patreon requested some trans kabru and well i finally had the time. you can find the full HERE

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Why is Kate Moss?Such a popular model compared to other competitors in the industr, i feel like the likes of naomi campbell , i feel like she secretly trafficks , children or something very dark , excuse the pun tira, banks had her on Her show.Um, wanted her to apologise her, but at the same time, she's just as bad.All these people years ago who were making fun of Karrine Steffans , aka superhead , i feel like her book was the original blind item of hollywood,if we only hear the darkside let's have,a moment to show how much darker things really are.

These people used as the higher up people's puppets so they use these kind of different people who mastered into the industry.

So they ll use these kind of thing as you need to go back around twenty years ago and see what they were trying to shove down our throat than because that is the kind of propaganda that's going on now, i don't wanna say what I really think half of the time , because it's so controversial in this realm. So they've made us really impatient with phones, they given us videos that we can find anything or we want.And now we forget the most simple list of task , because our heads can't handle all this data , but it's being passed for it. And for what just to be an empty vessel at the end of it or cause , that's how it feels , it feels like it's just festing.

Also, go on to the thing where it says this is what people no it's scary because go on to this is what wanted to say.Go onto YouTube now, and you will find that they have remastered all of the.Mtv movie awards and vma , and things like, i started to watch the 1999 ,with Lisa kudrow, presenting 🎁, and then the yr after they have annoying , Sjp lady , making fun of the matrix with , stupid fallon playing neyo,

[yokaimilk]

Oopsie, can't show the full image but I'm adoring the way this background is coming along ♡

[lavendermin]

Kindergarten teacher reader attempt at sending nudes but it's not fully nudes but gradually ykwim??? At first it was just a shy tease....like showing cleavage or collar (and jing yuan is seated, almost busted even) and then gradually increasing to hips until she showed him her in lingerie AND THEN FULL BLOWN TITS and jing yuan is losing his mind, he can't stop thinking about it that he burned breakfast, even almost recklessly driving to the kindergarten parking (yanqing is praying for their lives)

Also if you don't mind I can be 🦭 anon thee

🦭 anon your brain is massive massive. Dining finely on this concept like it’s a tender steak with a fine wine. Mwah mwah

Jing Yuan would almost find it rather endearing and coquette of you to send such modest (in his humble opinion) temptress pics. The modest cleavage shot to get his heart racing after a board meeting. Cute and stunning and makes his day (and his heart flutter).

cw | mentions of nudity, suggestive

You’re almost setting up a false sense of security that you wouldn’t send him risqué pics. Because why would such a sweet teacher do that? (Honestly the idea itself turns him on a bit) And it’s not like you would ever do that during working hours (yours) but weekends are a nice little treat when you’re a little hot and bothered and feeling somewhat bold. That little bit of liquid courage has you bite the bullet and send that cute pic of you in your little black dress at a bar with friends with a low sweetheart neckline.

Needless to say even that makes Jing Yuan almost burn dinner he’s cooking. (Poor Yanqing has to be like baba the food is making a cloud of smoke.) Unexpected, is what he would label it. But not unwelcome. He’s more in awe that you would send these. Perhaps a bit of corruption on his part? Who can say.

He’s at a bar after work with some colleagues when you first send that pic with a lingerie set and your arm modestly holding up your tits where the lace would leave too much to the prying eyes. His neck feels hot and he quickly has to lock his phone and excuse himself from the table. Fu Xuan only quirks a brow, unimpressed and perhaps a little annoyed at his antics. She’s well aware her boss and long time acquaintance is a fool in love right now. As long as it doesn’t create a PR nightmare she’ll turn a blind eye. That old man needs spice in his dry life.

Jing Yuan locks the bathroom door, letting out a pained sigh at the uncomfortable heat coursing through his body. But he’s nothing if not a man with a man’s brain, so he foolishly opens his texts again to get another look at the picture.

11:34PM [Yanqing’s Hot Teacher] sent an attachment.

11:35PM [Yanqing’s Hot Teacher] maybe you’d like it

11:43PM [Jing Yuan] I’d consider myself a fool if I didn’t appreciate all that you wear.

11:49PM [Yanqing’s Hot Teacher] sent an attachment.

11:49PM [Yanqing’s Hot Teacher] And what about what I don’t wear?

And oh. Oh. That’s a picture of your bare tits. Jing Yuan is lucky he’s still in the bathroom when you send that because his slacks are uncomfortably tight right now. You’re going to take years off his life at this point because he’s stuck at this company outing instead of being able to call a cab to your place right now.

Have mercy on this poor old man’s heart, will you?

[sixsixtwenty]

Scp 049 x Reader

NOONES POV:

It was a calm evening in the foundation more calmer than you expected really, you thought you were gonna have to do more tests with researchers doing Experiments on you.

But to your luck they didn't, they let you rest and have a nice calm evening all to yourself. But you knew you're never alone

Those damn cameras in your room always bugged you, you felt like you barely have any privacy because they wanna study you 24/7 you thought.

You were casually laying on your bed staring at the ceiling thinking of what to do, you missed your friend 049. You never knew his real name but it didn't matter to you apparently.

You really appriciate his company even though of his well. Hobby. But you just let him do what he wanted, if it'll make him happy and he doesn't attack you it's all good you thought.

You started to twiddle your fingers together deep in thought as you suddenly hear one of the chamber doors opening as you saw one of the guards entering your chamber.

"Y/N L/N, you will be visiting Scp-049 again, it was requested by the higher ups because you both seem to get along quite well and he has no intentions in 'curing' you. Now get up and follow me and don't do anything stupid."

You simply nodded got up and followed the MTF to 049's chamber, well he wasn't wrong about those statements you both did get along pretty well you think. He was all chill and calm around you.

Soon you arrived at 049's chamber along with the MTF, you can already see a researcher inside the chamber as if he was awaiting you eich he probably was.

"Ah miss L/N, you're finally here. You already maybe know why you're here, so just go inside 049's chamber and interact with him"

You sighed and nodded, you were kinda tired because you hadn't gotten too much sleep the past days those tests with other scps just took a bunch of energy out of you wich just makes you wanna plop down onto your bed and hope you can sleep

With your all will power you walked inside as the door closed behind you eich cought 049s attention and looked to you giving you a small wave and greeted you.

"Greetings my friend, how are you today?" He said in a calm voice as he laid the cutting knife down that he used on one of his patients before to perform surgery.

You ignored that and simply just replied back in a calm voice aswell keeping things cool.

"I'm doing fine 049 just a bit tired, i didn't get that much sleep lately"

He then slowly walks to you and without thinking he just quickly hugs you making you flinch and panic, his hands are deadly and kill anyone who gets touched by them.

...

Wait, you were still alive? How? You didn't even know what to say as you look over at the researcher and MTF who were behind the glass window who were observing you.

The researcher was frantically scribblings notes down all fascinated as the MTF stared at you big big eyes as they looked to each other and then back at you again

It took even 049 a second to realize that he hugged you as the quickly backed off from you and his hands back behind his as he stared at you.

He was just as surprised as everyone was as the gently took his shaking hand back and carefully touched your forehead, nothing happened.

You both realized you couldn't get hurt by his power as you just pulled him into a bone crushing hug that took 049 to a surprise as he quickly hugged you back.

You were still under a bit of shock but happyness, truth is you haven't gotten many hugs in your past and nowadays you were quite touch starved.

So just suddenly getting and giving a hug just pulls out all your happyness knowing you're finally in someones arms again.

As you felt 049 hugging you tighter your face felt wet, you came to the thought it was tears but your eyes were dry. And then you realized. Those tears weren't yours but 049's

You quickly looked up at his mask where his eyes are exposed as you can see faint tear drops falling and trailing down his mask as more tears are forming at his eyes.

"049?! W-why are you crying? Are you okay? Did i do something wrong?"

"N-no my dear. I'm just so happy you didn't die.. and that. That i can give you the hug i wanted to give you before!"

You were in awe seeing him in happy tears after that nuztling into his neck as the puts his bird mask beak on your head simply just resting there.

"You're Amazing Y/N, you're quite the smart woman and you can't let yourself be stepped over just by some researchers. You're worth more my friend and i am willing to help you by protecting you and being there for you."

049 says to you still with a bit of tears in his eyes

"I-id like that 049. I'd like that." You reply with a warm smile still being a bit worried for your friend. But you knew he was somewhat fine.

In the end you both stayed there in a hug until the MTF had to pull you away until you meet again.

[wearycow-art]

I'm normal..

(Harveys unclothed in these but not totally exposed)

[lemon-wedges]

Drinking her up like a fine vintage wine

[webplayanalogical]

imagine if remus stuck a tentacle up logan’s pussy is this anything

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Captivated

Analogical (Virgil & Logan)

Warnings: Intoxicated sex, smoking, blood/violence mention, jerking off

Read it on AO3!

Summary: Punk!AU where Logan is absolutely fascinated by the lead of a local band at a house show.

The harsh ring of feedback coming from the shitty speakers set up in the backyard of the house show Logan was at seemed to make his skull buzz. Contrary to what Remus tells all of their friends, he was not dragged, lied to, or forced to be here. He liked the thrum of loud music and enraged lyrics spat towards him, it was a good place to decompress and let go of the rigid persona he typically presented. He could give up the polos and ties and neatly combed hair for a night in favor of a less maintained appearance, which felt rather freeing. Tonight he’d borrowed a pair of ragged crust pants from Remus and opted to wear a sleeveless tank that showed the slightest bit of his Oxytocin formula tattoo on his shoulder, and of course exchanged his dress shoes for sturdy boots just in case he’d end up near a mosh pit. Speaking of, Remus found him just as the next song started, waving him over to the gate into the yard so they could actually hear each other. He successfully managed to work his way through the crowd and noticed that Remus was pulling something out of his pockets.

“What’s that?” Logan asked loudly, trying to be heard over the loud screaming of the song.

“I scored a few spliffs!” Remus yelled back, pulling out two of the mentioned items as well as a lighter, “Want one?”

Logan nodded, waiting for him to light his own before taking one for himself. He let the end rest in his mouth while he clicked the lighter a few times to produce a flame. He didn’t see the harm in occasional vices like these, so long as they remained occasional, and if they helped him let loose, well that’s just an added bonus. He exhaled the first hit slowly, just like the other taught him to do when they were skipping classes together in high school. 

“These aren’t laced, right?” He thought to question.

“Probably not.” Remus shrugged, “I got ‘em out of a nightstand, so unless whoever lives here wanted to poison themselves I don’t think so!” 

Logan rolled his eyes, taking another drag. Of course Remus stole them, “Let’s hope we don’t get caught then.”

“Have I ever gotten caught?”

“Don’t you remember junior year when we-”

“Have I ever faced consequences?” He shot with a grin.

Logan frowned, “Unfortunately, no.”

“Fuck you too, stiff.” Remus blew a cloud of smoke in his face with a laugh.

When the taste and smell of burning filter hit them they flicked their spliffs to the ground, taking care to stomp both of them out (If Remus was going to cause a fire, it would be intentional). There’d been a lull in sound as a new band started to set up after the last. It wasn’t much of a stage, just a few amps, a drum kit, and a platform of old wooden pallets and scrap that raised the performers up slightly. Logan leaned against the cinderblock walls of the yard separating it from the neighbors who so graciously put up with what went on here and watched over the crowd. Small groups chatted, drank, smoked and what could only be described as dicked around the venue. He took it in, smirking to himself as he thought about how just a few years ago he’d be appalled at such deviant behavior. Now, he happily participated in it all.

His attention gravitated towards the new band, notably the man at the front fussing over what looked like a bass. Heavily decorated with tattoos, piercings, and a magenta dyed mess of hair, he seemed so… compelling to Logan. He slung his instrument over himself and wandered up to the microphone set up at the front.

“Hey, shut up we’re gonna start.” He spoke, setting off the feedback on the mic again. The crowd hushed and began to gather towards the stage. The man spoke again, “We’re Fairy Certain by the way and we write songs about gay sex.”

There were four clicks of drumsticks counting the band in before noise assaulted the crowd. A fast driving beat drew people to the front, with a few people starting to headbang and form the beginnings of a pit. There were a few bars of instrumentals, before the man at the front leaned into the mic again.

“We aren’t a crime… Not on my time…”

Logan paced over to the edge of the crowd, gazing up at the stranger with a hazy expression. Lithe fingers plucked over the stings of his instrument quickly as he yelled into the microphone, captivating Logan.

“I’ll be your man…that way you can…”

His mind could have been addled by smoking, or from the rush of adrenaline the music gave him, but the singer seemed to glow up on the stage. He wondered if it was just a trick of light from the porch lamps reflecting in the second hand smoke from various sources or if it was actually radiating from the man.

“Be my boy, let’s destroy the fucking world “

Over the course of the performance, Logan got closer to the stage. He moved with the crowd, shuffling along as the tempo of each song changed. There were a few times he landed at the edge of the pit and absentmindedly pushed its participants back towards the violent center. It was one of those times when the crowd was fully ramped up that he felt a rough shove at his back, launching him forwards into the action. He was caught up in the chaos and tried to get his head on straight to escape it. He dug his shoes into the ground and shoved the nearest body, only to feel himself get slammed by another in his side. When he turned, an elbow collided with his face. In a few seconds, he was completely disoriented and knocked over onto the dusty ground. He had enough sense in him to cover his head and curl up, waiting for the pit to dissipate or for someone to pick him up. Luckily, it was only a few moments before someone was grabbing onto his arm and yanking him back to his feet.

After getting his bearings and dusting himself off, he noticed the music stopped and everyone in the immediate vicinity was staring at him. The person who grabbed him still had a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look and was met with the same man who had been performing this set. Now that he could see his face a little more clearly, he saw the touch of black eyeshadow beneath his brown eyes. He looked at Logan with a worried expression, checking for any distress in his face.

“Hey. You ok?”

Logan opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. He nodded instead.

“Your lip is bleeding.” The stranger pointed out, “Hold on wait here.”

He watched as the other hopped back up on stage and leaned into the mic again.

“Learn your fucking show etiquette assholes, you’re supposed to pick up someone if they fall! That was our last song anyway. Whatever.” He stepped off the stage and returned to Logan, who was more or less at the peak of his trip and was unable to do much besides stare. The man grabbed his hand again and led him back into the house.

Logan was taken past a long line of people to the house’s bathroom, the two of them cutting off the next person in line for it.

“Hey what the fuck?”

“I’m just getting the first aid kit, gimme a sec.” 

Logan waited in the doorway, watching him dig around under the sink until he retrieved what he was looking for. The stranger once again grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the back of the house, grabbing keys from the chain on his belt and unlocking one of the bedrooms. He was sat down on the bed, waiting as the other opened the kit up and found some things from it.

“I’m Logan.” He managed to say. 

“Virgil.” The other responded. He took Logan’s chin in his hand as he analyzed the injury, “Don’t think you’ll need stitches but this looks pretty nasty. You took a few decent hits out there, huh?”

Logan stared at him with wide eyes, blushing, “Is it that obvious I was smoking?”

Virgil looked at him, confused at first, and then with an expression of realization, then a soft smile, “I meant in the pit, but now that you mention it your eyes seem kind of dilated.”

“Oh.”

“Just hold still for me, Logan.” He said, taking a wipe to the cut. Logan winced and would’ve pulled away if not for Virgil’s hand holding him in place. Soon enough the blood and dirt were wiped away and some salve was applied to help it heal. It helped bring him back to earth for now, his high finally dying down enough for him to feel the pain of the injury and the awkwardness of the situation.

“Sorry, I should have been more careful out there.”

“No, not your fault. Some asshole pushed you in, I saw him.”

“He didn’t happen to have no shirt and a mustache, did he?”

“He did.”

“Remus. A friend.”

“An asshole friend.”

“That defines him very well actually.” Logan said, earning a chuckle from Virgil, “Sorry to make you end your set. I liked it a lot.”

“Thanks, but don’t worry about it.” Virgil shrugged, “Rude people don’t get to hear my awesome gay sex music anyway.”

Logan smiled, “Why do you write about it?”

“Dunno. I’m gay. I have sex. I like to yell about it.” He closed the lid on the first aid kit and set it off to the side, turning back to Logan, “Why do you go to these types of shows?”

“They let me relax, as hard as that might be to believe.” Logan answered, “Plus it isn’t a bad way to meet people.”

“True.”

They both sat there on the bed for a moment. Loud music from the next set of musicians started, slightly muted by the walls of the house, filling the brief silence between them.

“I bet you meet a lot of people at these shows.”

“Sometimes.” Virgil responded, “Everyone wants a singer but no one wants a bassist. They cancel each other out.”

“Surely that’s not accurate.”

“It’s true, and yet we’re the best with our fingers.” He joked, holding up two fingers and mimicked the action of plucking a bass, “You trying to say something?”

Logan rubbed his arm nervously, “Oh, I didn’t mean like- well… you are attractive but I meant, sorry.”

Virgil laughed at the other fumbling over his words, “It’s okay, it’s cute.”

“What is?” He asked, still a little dazed.

“You are.”

“Oh…” Logan turned red. It was hard to see in the unlit bedroom, but still noticeable, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Virgil replied, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but do you wanna stay for more than just the music?”

It took Logan a few seconds to process what Virgil meant, but when he got it he looked back at the other man and nodded quickly.

Virgil acted quickly, going to straddle Logan’s hip and capture his lips in a kiss. He was careful to avoid hurting him further, but he couldn’t help but intensify the kiss when the faint taste of blood entered his mouth. Logan was overwhelmed just by a simple kiss. The other’s tongue piercing ran under the roof of his own mouth, while the twin hoops from his spider bites pressed into the flesh of his lips. He tried to match the force that Virgil gave, but found himself content just being the recipient of the affection, only making a lazy attempt to lick into the other’s mouth occasionally.

After a few minutes of this, Virgil pulled away, taking in the sight of a lust drunk Logan. He pushed him to the bed lightly before going at it again, this time letting a hand roam underneath the thin fabric of Logan’s shirt. The feeling of Virgil’s hands exploring his skin excited him and he arched into the touch as soon as his hand ghosted over his pecs. A soft moan left his mouth, causing Virgil to smile against his.

“You like that baby?”

“Mhm.” He responded.

“You want more than this?”

Logan gasped as Virgil ran his thumb over his nipple, “Please, yeah.”

“Let’s get these out of the way then.” Virgil said, playing with the hem of Logan’s shirt and pants.

They both quickly scrambled out of their clothes, flinging them out of the way as they pressed quick kisses and gentle touches to each other's newly exposed skin. When they stripped down to just boxers, Virgil urged Logan to lay down on the bed once again. He rubbed at the other’s thighs as he hovered over him, quickly noticing the small wet patch forming at the top of the tent in Logan’s underwear.

“Fuck, so hard already? That’s fucking adorable.”

“Virgil…” Logan whined.

“I know babe, I know.” He reached to pull his own length out of his boxers, spitting on his hand and slicking himself up, letting a quiet moan leave his lips as he did. Once he worked himself up he took out Logan’s cock, leaning forward until he held them both in his hand. He stroked them together, listening past the loud music coming from outside to hear all of Logan’s noises.

Logan bucked his hips up into Virgil’s hand, looking at how handsome he looked above him. Tattoos covering his chest, arms, and sides, all glistening with the effort of performing both before and now. His expression, lips slightly parted, brow furrowed, messy hair sticking to his forehead, and eyes squeezed shut in focus as he jerked them together, it was so incredibly hot. He let out a groan as the other twisted his wrist just right so his palm ran over the head of his dick. 

Virgil opened his eyes to see Logan writhing in pleasure beneath him, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. He moved his hand over their lengths faster, gripping them harder than before.

“Fuckkkk Logan, feels good.”

“Uh-huh, faster!”

“You want more? Huh?”

“Yes!”

Virgil increased his pace and leaned forward to kiss him again, not being as gentle as before and biting Logan’s lip between his teeth as they got off. They both thrusted into his grip, moaning into each other’s mouth. It was when Virgil ran his tongue piercing over the fresh cut on his lip that Logan felt that familiar heat curling in his veins.

“ ‘m close!”

“Me too, shit-” Virgil cried as he stroked them as fast as he could. He captured Logan’s mouth in another long-lasting kiss, the other whining constantly as his orgasm built.

With a final couple touches from Virgil, they both toppled over the edge together. They spilled over each other’s cocks and stomachs, panting from the quick fuck. Once they rode out the pleasure, they collapsed beside each other on the bed.

VIrgil was the first one to break the silence of the afterglow, “How’re you doing, Lo?”

“That was really good.” Logan breathed, turning his head to rest against the other boy’s shoulder.

“Good, good.” Virgil sighed and reached for his shirt, cleaning the come off of the both of them. Logan watched and grimaced.

“You’re not going to wear that out, are you?”

“No, I’ll just toss it in the laundry tonight.” He replied, throwing it off to a corner of the room.

“Wait.” Logan finally put the two dots together, “You live here?”

Virgil nodded, “Yeah. I wouldn’t be as much of an ass about everything tonight if it wasn’t my place.”

Logan thought for a moment, “Was your door unlocked when you came in here?”

Virgil looked at him with curiosity, “Uh, yeah, I thought I locked it but I guess I didn’t. Which is weird because I normally check a bunch of times to make sure it’s really-”

“Check your drawers.”

Virgil leaned over to check the bedside dresser drawer where he kept all his smoking stuff that he usually used to relax before bed and, lo and behold, a few joints and spliffs he rolled before were missing.

“How did you-”

“I’ll make Remus pay you back.”

[lemon-wedges]

Boingy Banga Cabonga????

[torao-chan]

saw some really cool koby art and really wanted to do a shiro piece inspired by it (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

ended up doing a shiro and a dax because apparently i'm incapable of NOT thinking of dax at the moment (┬┬﹏┬┬)7

so have a brotherly pair!

also hi sorry i've been only posting queued posts for a lil bit i have been taking an Offline Period to Recover and also Do Some Art aslkdjlskjdgfk

[twunkass]

my funtime boy my sweet cheese

[gregoftom]

tom in one of his favourite places to be [not coming up for air for hours]. transmasc greg and tom eating him out <3

full vers on my twitter | ao3.

[hiodoshi-ao]

7/3/23, FITFWT. Phoenix, AZ:

At the end of Lucky Again, I think Louis noticed me and my RBB Gloomy. His eyes locked on me, he smiled, pointed at my bear, and said "That's cool." It was short, sweet, and debatable, but. I am. Freaking. Out. SBB to SBB moment?? /hj I didn't really take it in when it happened since I was trying to watch the real him while I could see him in the flesh, not just on my screen. Fuuuuuckcjbff 🫠🫠🫠🫠

I felt so lucky when I first got this cute rainbow bear as a gift... It was one of my dream plushies for what felt like the longest time because of the OG RBB and Gloomy Bear's cute yet edgy blood and claw design, and now, thanks to that same bear, I'm definitely feeling Lucky Again. 🥲

(Ew, you can sue me for that last bit.)

Here's some photos. I don't remember which songs these were from, unfortunately. 😅

[talesfrommedinastation]

Folks I'm gonna write smut and sneak in both historical and scientific facts in them.

You gonna be horny and educated and I'm gonna be proud of you.

Fap and learn, my little crumpets. Fap and learn.

[bitterandenraged]

ME VS DRAWING MOCEIT ANIMATIC ON SUGGESTIVE / NSF SONGS. FIGHT.