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I did the annoying pigeon meme..but with cookies….aaaaa

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Yeah it's still a wip but...

Welcome Home Cookie run: Kingdom AU!

I almost done all the design now

Still have Julie and Poppy left!

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My “draw the squad” memes so far

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Sushi Bedroom by Daisuke (2023)

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red and blue make purple (short jacklust comic)

small warning for panic attacks

and there we have it ! please be proud of me because the 6 hrs of drawing this wasn't difficult, literally trying to shove 20+ panels into one post and cropping was bru😭😭

i'm still iffy about how sorta. FAST this goes (along w the art probably) but i had some beta readers say it was a-okay :') (SHOUT OUT TO THEM BTW ILY GUYS)

anyways, jst a short sweet + angsty jacklust comic !! hope u guys liked it and r fed :))

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bite this onions

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my favorite ringmaster and jester (he threw confetti now she cant be scared)

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Digital circus fan art ^^

I'm terribly sorry I can't draw gangle and jax correctly :,D x'D

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Last one is an inside joke 💀

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🎉THE CIRCUS COMES TO TOWN!!!🎪

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I MADE MORE

since the last batch did very good, i made more for you guys

eat up !!!!!!

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Some silly pictures I made :3

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Calm 4 once

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smitten | adjective | smit·​ten deeply affected with or struck by strong feelings of attraction, affection, or infatuation

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NSFW Bloody Painter x Male Reader - Sexual Standoff

Dirty Dancing - part 2

Honey trap - part 3

Aftercare - part 4

Asks and Suggestions are open and encouraged!

Warnings: None, I think.

You whined at the uncomfortable cold air around your bare skin, complaining about the pose you were in. You were sitting on the bed of your boyfriend, Helen, and he was painting you. Why he couldn’t just take a picture and work off of that you had no clue. You were completely nude, when you asked Helen to turn on the heater he said with a salacious smirk on his face, “I can’t paint the shiver down your spine if you’re not cold, dearest. And you look so much better with your skin flushed and and nipples perked up.”

His words had you blushing and horny. While Helen’s expression remained smug, he had a noticeable bulge in his slacks, and your bare cock twitched. God he was such a tease. He wore what he called his “paint pants” tight black slacks that were covered in streaks of paint from all his past projects. He also had on a short sleeved white button up that was also stained, mostly in paint, but you could see paint brownish red splotches of dried blood. It was buttoned just low enough that you could see his collar bone and part of his chest.

He always looked so much better like this, he looked a little younger too, with his messy hair and a playful smile. You loved that he could be like this around you, overall, Helen was a very shy person, hardly talking to anyone. But you managed to crack through his cold, mysterious exterior, and underneath it all, he was a hot, passionate lover. He loved classical expressions of love like flowers, chocolates, and your first date was at a movie theater.

That was probably the reason why you literally let him get away with murder. He was just too cute, and he seemed so fragile, you could never deny him, always caving in when he did something wrong or wanted something from you. When he killed an acquaintance of yours for flirting with you, you forgave him, when he wanted to strip you naked and paint you while you’re all hot and bothered, you let him.

You wanted so badly to touch yourself, and he knew it, taking even longer on this painting than he normally would have. Your pose started sagging, and your expression went from cocky to needy as time went on. Your face was red and flushed, you could sense every last drop of sweat slide off your body, squirming with ever twitch of your exposed cock.

Precum dripped down your shaft, wetting your desperate hole. Your fleshy ring was contracting around nothing, wishing to be filled. You tried glaring at Helen, but your eyes dripping with want didn’t do much to intimidate him, it only seemed to spur him on. His smirk got even bigger as he eyes you up and down, he really was too pretty. And you were such a sucker for a pretty face.

By the time Helen had deemed his masterpiece complete, you had abandoned even trying to keep your pose, instead pleasuring yourself while you made eye contact with him. With two fingers in your wet hole you were pressing and pounding at your prostate, spreading yourself wide, scissoring your throbbing heat. Stroking your cock, foreskin withdrawn, you start to reach your climax.

Helen has long since stopped painting, opting to just stare at you, his smirk is gone, instead he has the eyes of a predator. His blue eyes suddenly look cold and icy, sending shivering down your heated body. You go faster, letting out moans and gasps, smearing the precum on your around your head, rubbing the slit. When you cum you scream his name, not breaking eye contact with him once, even with tears streaming out of your eyes, puffing up your eyelids.

Your cum falls on your chest and stomach, sliding down your skin as you catch your breath. When Helen jumps from his seat you don’t even flinch, he grabs your thighs and kisses you roughly. Both of you close your eyes and moan into the hot kiss, you lay down and help him get his clothes off, getting paint on your skin in the process.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he grinds into you, bare cocks rubbing together, sopping wet from arousal. You scratch at his back, running your hands along his lithe muscles, rubbing your fingers along his back, spreading the blood. He wasted no time in lining his length up with your wanton hole, your walls welcomed his member, enveloping his hard cock with your fleshy insides.

He started pumping in and out of you at a fast pace, both of you already hot and bothered from the sexual stand off earlier. His hips pound into you like tomorrow will never come, but you certainly will. Feeling your second release you roll your hips into his, moaning into the slippery kisses he peppers your lips with. He keeps pounding into your prostate will you come, relishing in the way your insides contract around his length during your climax.

You break away from the kiss and bite into his neck, sucking at his skin until it’s an angry red. Your cum drips off of his stomach and onto yours, droplets of cum, sweat, and blood being sent every which way. Helen pulls out as he cums, painting your stomach with his own white paint. He grabs your face from the crook of his neck and kisses you again, swirling your tongues together, he bites your lip, pulling away from the kiss and spreads the blood across your lips and chin with his finger.

You grab Helen by the base of his neck and kiss him again. Pulling away you breathe out

“We really should do this more often.”