#smooth to read

[gender-darling]

love the liomoqai community forever btw

[doubledudeski]

dumb sequel to this post bc their ear thingies are my fav

[demaparbat-hp]

Here I am, pushing the Jian Li (Akai Kotou! Zuko) = Jinshi (The Apothecary Diaries) agenda.

[jesuistrestriste]

hihi i hope you’re doing well!! tis me.. mommy issues!art anon.. >:3

mommy issues!art who is just so needy. he can’t help but melt into your touch after a long day, he’s completely pliable in your hands. he just wants mommy to hold him!! it’s not his fault that being cuddled by you leads to him eagerly shoving his tongue down your throat!! he just missed you!!

then he’s breaking away to beg, “please- mommy, can i?” while he paws at the neckline of your top. his desperate, wet eyes are too much, how could you ever say no? not that you’d ever pass up a nursing handjob, anyway…

(p.s. may i claim 🍼 anon… seemed fitting lol)

mommy issues!art anon hii:3 love to see you in my inbox again; this is so yummy.. also 🍼 is yours!

cw (18+) : sub!art, mommy kink, messy nursing hj, desperation/neediness

art immediately pushes your top up and over your breasts as soon as you give him permission, his blue eyes glazing over with unfiltered arousal. his cheeks are flushed the prettiest pink you’ve ever seen, and then you notice that his bottom lip is wobbling like he’s about to cry. it wouldn’t be the first time that tears were shed down his cheeks when faced with your nurturing dominance. you feel both sets of his fingers squeeze at your chest—thumbs rubbing circles over your pebbling nipples, whimpering when you stroke your fingers through his blonde curls. he’s stuck in a trance of some kind, it seems.

“go on, i said you could.”

those simple words of encouragement are all that he needs to be snapped out of his stupor and surge forward to take one of your tits into his warm, open mouth. he slathers your bud in his sweet spit, moaning with pinched-up brows and suckling like he’s expecting something to come out. it’s hard not to stick a hand down into your panties at the feeling of him working his tongue so greedily over your flesh.. and his whimpers aren’t helping. your touch tightens in his strands and pulls a high-pitched keen from his chest. he unlatches and looks up to you, pouting, afraid you’re about to cut him off.

“are you going to be a good boy for me, art?”

he shudders, his legs tensing.

“yes, mommy. whatever you want..”

“you want help?” your fingers tease the waistband of his sweats before dipping down into them and his boxer briefs, playing with the base of his swollen length. his eyes roll back the instant you make contact with him there, and you laugh breathily in response. he’s always this easy with you. you drag your nail against the pulsing vein that you feel bulging from the underside.

“ye—yeah, help—help me, please,” he mewls, lifting his hips to press further into your palm, “be good, ‘m gonna be so good, i need it..”

your hand moves and wraps around his cock without further pleading from the blonde curled against you. he’s already filthily covered in his own juices, so it’s easy to stroke him without feeling like you’re hurting him. he gives confirmation of that in the form of a instantaneous, shattered cry and an arching back. he clutches your tit harder before burying his face back into the other one, trying to muffle his pathetic sounds as you jerk him off in time with the hollowing of his cheeks around your bud. he laps at you for another minute before his pelvis starts to stutter and roll up into your fist. it’s normal for him to try to take what he needs, even if you’re already giving it to him exactly the way he likes it. you smirk.

“you wanna do it yourself?”

he sobs around your flesh, shaking his head and letting his eyes flutter open to look up to you. “nmph—mmm-mn—“

“okay, then calm down and let me finish you off. have some faith in me,” you tease.

art’s mouth parts into a slackened ‘O’ around your sensitive skin when you twist your wrist and begin working his aching tip, the wet sounds emanating from your motions only heightening his pleasure. his toes start to curl, his legs clamp shut, his breathing picks up rapidly. he nearly squeals at the sensation of your thumb playing with his glossy slit. he hates (loves) it when you do that.

“mmm-my—mmm-my—! mmmngh!”

it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what lewd nickname he’s murmuring around the mouthful of your plush breast. you bite your lower lip, letting out a stream of breathy moans to accompany his sounds, and stroke him faster. his eyes fly open wide before squeezing shut so tight that wrinkles appear at the outer corners. reaching your free hand up, you move to lightly trace his cheek, his brow, the bridge of his nose. such a pretty little toy.

“are you close?”

he nods.

“are you gonna come?”

he suckles harder, wails louder against you.

“you can come for me, baby. give me a big load.. show me how much you’ve been wanting this..”

three more flicks of your closed hand around his throbbing appendage and he’s gone—his lips detaching from you with a sharp, trembling gasp, a string of spit connecting to your body; his head falls into your lap as he bucks into your touch and feels several viscous streams of fluid spray from him and into his clothing, as well as between your moving fingers. it sticks between your digits like glue. he wails like he’s being taken apart by you, praying that you’ll put him back together afterwards, and you closely watch his abdomen flex with each orgasmic contraction—every single one followed by a puny whine of ecstasy.

you don’t stop pumping him until he begins to wheeze and jolt. it’d be unfair to expect him to vocalize his overstimulation, given how wrecked he is. your ministrations slow and then rest in a pause at the base. he catches his breath as best he can and winces when you accidentally force an aftershock from his spent dick. tugging your touch from his soiled bottoms, you look down to your hand that has become creamy with his frothed-up release.

“such a mess, artie,” you croon, showing it to him as he pants and gazes up to you with an unfocused stare, “did that feel good?”

a single nod is all that he can manage. his lips part a few moments later, trying to muster up the energy to tell you exactly what he wants to say.

thank you. i love you. i needed that. i needed you. please hold me.

but none of it comes.

he leans in and kisses your breast, giving one more languid lick over your nipple in hopes that it’ll get his point of gratitude across. once he’s got his bearings back, he’ll give you everything he has.

now, though, he just needs a moment in your arms.

“mommy,” he whispers. he swallows thickly after and tries to blink away the wetness stinging his vision. it'd be embarrassing if he was with anyone but you.

you caress his jaw, give him a soft smile.

that’s all you really need to hear.

tags : @voidsuites @asheepinfrance @fawnnpaws @artstennisracket @andyrambles @imperishablereverie @ghostgirl-22 @lexiiscorect @cha11engers @patricksbf @newrochellechallenger2019 @pittsick @blastzachilles @oncefaist @tacobacoyeet

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[basil-does-arttt]

Thymian i love you thymian i love you so much thymian ahHHHHHHHHH i gotta draw her more often....

[canisalbus]

I tried to draw sheep Machete and goat Vasco (but I am not good at drawing goats, at all)

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[tempo-takoyaki]

I started reading Thousand Autumns.

[opikiquu]

(disappears for a month and reappears with a slightly obscure hyperfixation) Hey guys

[suppenzeit]

idk, have some birds

bonus doodle v

[aghostsnail]

I just started reading mtmte without any prior knowledge of the idw continuity, which surely wont cause any confusion

I love their designs SO MUCHHH, oh my gosh they're all so shaped

but I needed so many references; everything stacks together in a very certain way

[muzsmocsing]

Congratulations to Wei Wuxian for beating the world champion of Compulsory Heterosexuality: Shen Yuan's record in the 100m Denial dash. He wins nothing, he is in fact a massive loser, but it's impressive nonetheless.

[lidoshka]

Daemon reading to his sons... or maybe just listening to Rhaegar read ;D

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@syndrossi This took me 23 years. but it's finally done... ^^;

[kucho04]

Rakuzan High

[fakenooodles]

happy meet the family Friday! Here’s Remmick dogging Sammie's heels one night when Jedidiah calls out to Sammie.

Sam: shit! You need to go. Now.

Rem: why, who’s that?

Sam: don’t turn around, don’t—fuck!

Rem: evenin’ sir! What can we do you for?

Jed: *extremely unnerved by a white man calling him sir* I’m…just trying to speak to my son. How may I ask, do you two know each other? *eyes how little space there is between them*

Rem: Your son! Mr. Moore, it is truly an honor to meet you! *grabs his hand and shakes Jedidiah’s whole body* Mr. Moore, let me tell you, your son is one of the greatest blues singers I’ve had the pleasure of hearing, you must be very proud! *still shaking his hand*

Jed: Indeed. >:/ *pulls his hand away finally*

Sam: *staring into the distance, considering how best to commit suicide*

Rem: oh, now, Mr. Moore tell me you’ve heard him sing? Ain’t no body can have a sour mood after listening to this man’s dulcet tones. *clasps Sammie’s shoulder*

Jed: I have heard him sing. In my church choir every Sunday. Of which he’s been missing the last few weeks to stay late at that den of sin his cousins run.

Sam: *wondering where he can find a shovel to start digging his grave then and there*

Rem: Well…I see, that is a serious problem…*brain cells burst in his head like popcorn* But I think if you saw his work at the juke joint you’d feel differently.

Jed: how so?

Rem: My boy Sammie here, *throws arm around his shoulder and points at him* He ain’t no typical blues singer. They call him Preacher Boy on account of he starts every night with a quick prayer. Lets the folks there know they all loved in the eyes of the Lord. Then he sings the most beautiful blues renditions of the hymnals you ever heard. Goll-ee, not a dry in eye that place when he’s done with them. Rem: *pulls his arm back and clasps his hands together to plead* After all, Mr. Moore, weren’t it Jesus that preached straight to the people? That made friends with the whores and the sinners and the adulterers? Weren’t it Jesus that said “They that are whole need not a physician; but they that are sick. I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.”?

Jed: Well….I suppose that is true…

Rem: Mr. Moore I KNOW you would change your tune if you saw the faces of the people that Preacher Boy has touched. I tell you now, if you see Mr. Smoke or Mr. Stack walk up to your church one fine Sunday morning, you’ll know it’s because Sammie’s songs have reached through their sinning hearts.

Jed: *Looking at Sammie with amazement* I had no idea my son was singing like that. Why didn’t you tell me, Samuel?

Sam: *mumble mumble*

Rem: Oh he’s just modest. Didn’t want to embarrass ya if it didn’t go well. But they ask for his rendition of ‘Amazing Grace’ bout three times a night, can’t get enough of it. So don’t you go too hard on him, Mr. Moore, we are all called to serve the Lord in different ways. Goodnight to ya, may the Lord Jesus Christ look after you and your family. Bless ya *shakes his hand again and does the sign of the cross* And I’ll see you next week Sammie! *winks and leaves*

Sammie, internally: could he ham it up any more, jesus

[ryllen]

Hello, Ryllen-san!! I'd like to apologize if someone has given you this ask previously...

Someone wrote an amazing TreyJade fic and dedicated it to you!!! I wanted you to know, just in case! <333

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64785091

On that note, I would like to thank you for singlehandedly carrying the EN side of the TreyJade fandom with your art... I might as well have been dehydrated from thirst without your creations... Thank you, and I hope you'll always have a nice day!!! <333

[Direct link to fic] ♣️🐬

SCREAAAMIMMMGGG CRYIIINNGGG DYYINMGGGGGG I READ IT AND I'M FGSGSFSFSGSHSH AAAAAAAA!!!!!!

I'M LITERALLY SQUEALLINGGG LIKE A HIGHHSCHOOL GIRLL WHEN I REAAD ITT FHDHSGSGSGS *ACTUAL AUDIBLE SOUND FGSGZ

OH THE WAY THEY SIMPLY FISHED AND BAITED EACH OTHER IS SCRUMTPIOHS FHDHS MY FACE CRACKS AND I HAD TO TAKE A BREAK TO SQUEAL SEVERAL TIMES

I'M DYING THEIR UNDERLYING FLIRTOUS EXCHANGE IS SO STRAIGHT FOWARD IT MAKES ME BLJSH FHDHDHS

THEY ARE LITERALLY PLAYING EACH OTHER SO FUN !! ♡♡♡

BUT JADE IS SO PLAYFULLY DIRECT IN THIS ONE, I CAN'T HOLD MY FACE STRAIGHT FHDH I CAN'T BELIEVE TREY ACTUALLY CAN MY FACE MUSCLE WOULD BE CRAMPING THROUGH AND THROUGH FHDHDHSHS ♡♡♡♡♡

FSHSH thank you so much for bringing this to my attention, i do not have AO3 thing, i am rather a visual person that i don't naturally seek things to read by myself fhdhs

But u guys have been delivering scrumptious AO3 newsletter in front of my door, and I CAN'T BE MORE HAPPIER THAN EVER!! Fsh