Hey! You can call me Sebastian, Baz, or Fox. I'm a freelance illustrator! If you want to see my art you can browse my #starbitten13 tag. If you'd like to support me, my art, or my writing habit: go here: https://ko-fi.com/starbitten
Sometimes I'm horny on main. I'm a nonbinary guy, he/they, asexual/panromantic, opinionated, old people, with an obsession with some dude's Satanic popesonas. I'm polyamorous and liberal AF. If a book or a movie is fun, I love it. I like to eat. I own 2 voids, Jinx and Lucky. I'm into movies, music, driving, nature, animals, and about 1.5 billion fandoms. Currently obsessed with the band Ghost.
My AO3 page is Here. Some smut, mostly non smutty. Will be a variety of both as time goes on. There are non Ghost fics as well, and I am currently (slowly) working on a GDT Frankenstein fic.
Ghost Fic Masterlist Here
I like to crochet and knit, and you can check out my Ravelry. It isn't the most thorough gallery, but I do my best to update it.
I wrote a book! It's called Garden of Terror. You can find it HERE (signed copy) or HERE (ebook) and you can find ebooks and print copies places like Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and more!
I released a giant digital coloring book HERE as well as some smaller ones HERE. NO AI WAS USED IN THE MAKING OF THIS ART. It is a collection, updated and cleaned up, from 2016-2026.
the world always needs more trans men and the world needs trans men more than unhappy, gender dysphoric women and girls btw. just in case you needed to hear that
imagine they played miasma for this tour....... swiss leaves unexpectedly so they need a new nihil.......... aurora disappears from the stage before the song starts & when nihil comes out hes only 5ft tall
Fandom is weird now. It’s becoming less trusting and friendly, and the Orwellian surveillance issues that are currently running rampant in the USA and UK have bled over into fandom spaces.
I’d read the articles that young people have no privacy and have become so accustomed to it that they enact on themselves. Abstractly I knew this and had accepted it, but it’s only now that I’m seeing it become a major issues.
Obviously part of the problem is I need to become a trusted member of my new fandom. But fandom in general is becoming far more hostile to privacy than even just 5 years ago.
I’ve had to leave 3 servers that want to do age verification. And this is new. Not even 5 years ago when I started zines ppl just turning 18-20 were far more receptive to the ideas espoused by us older folks about not being surveilled. But now it almost feels like they *want* to be surveilled.
They’ve become so used to it from tiktok and their government that they crave it. I’d write a dystopia about it but unfortunately what even is there to say that hasn’t already been said?
If you’re 18-22 now and you’re reading this and willing to listen without immediately calling me suspicious: this is not normal. Age verification will not keep you safe and will not keep minors safe either. It will only lead to the normalization of further surveillance and erosion of your privacy.
I know it can be an unwieldy text especially if you’re not used to reading academic sources, but go read The Panopticon. Watch V for Vendetta or read the comic, read 1984. Watch The Lives of Others and understand the ways this modern era is not so different from the Stasi in the film.
Please.
I don’t want to see a rerun of the surveillance state anymore.
For me a big part of “sex work is work” is that sex work should be socially viewed as totally legitimate work. I should be able to put sex work on my resume. I should be able to lean on the skills and knowledge I gain in this field and have that experience be respected. Right now I have a gap in my resume. But I’m also consistently doing advertising, social media management, inventory, merchandising, customer service, upselling!!! I’m working self directed, I’m solely responsible for every aspect of my business. I deserve respect, fuck.
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Help I can't stop thinking about pegging Ken with a pretty pink strap while he calls me sir and helps affirm my masculinity I'm in too deep
no no you’re so valid. His pretty tanned cheeks getting pinker with every slap of your hips against his ass. His moans in tandem with each thrust, sending your strap even deeper inside of him… his hole swallows the pink silicone so beautifully…
“Do you like it, Ken?” it comes out rough and gravelly.
His face is pushed into the mattress but he manages to move his head just to the side enough to murmur, “yes…”
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir-!” It’s cut off by a whine of pleasure, but when the head of your cock hits just right, and he’ll do anything to chase that pleasure, “yes, yes, yes sir, love your fat dick, love it inside me, love how you make me come…”
It works, and you speed up. His tears of pleasure soak the mattress. He loves being a good boy for you…
i also need more healymarch x reader. just in general. please.
always happy to help 😌 healymarch x gn!reader. 18+. public BJs.
Inside the club, a teenage girl has used a fake ID to get past the bouncer and is currently having the best time of her life as she dances and drinks. Outside the club, in a dark alley, you have a cock in each hand, and you're having a pretty dandy time too.
Jackson is big, girthy, wide enough that you can only just about touch the tips of your fingers together as you stroke him. Holland's dick is humbler but has that delicious curve to it that hits you in all the right places when he's rutting into you like a wild dog so you don't really like to play favourites. You get two hot men who like to fuck you, for christ's sake. You don't look a sexy gift horse in the mouth.
Your knees ache and your jaw is killing you, but it's all worth it. They look down at you like you're the centre of the universe. Holland gets pretty verbose when he's getting off, a mantra of "ohh fuck, that's it, just like that, you're so perfect..." not uncommon, but Jackson remains quiet except for his heavy breathing and the sound of his fingers carding through your hair right next to your ear. You keep working your hands. You're pretty sure they're both close and it would be ideal to have them come together.
Maybe you're a little freaky, distracting them from an investigation so you could have them fuck your throat right here in this alley where where anyone could catch you. But maybe they don't mind, because they're the ones who followed you when you suggested it.
You reach in to take Healy in your mouth, rolling your tongue around the head until his groans in the back of his throat. When you let him go, you make sure a filthy trail of spit goes from his slit to your bottom lip, rolling your eyes back when it breaks and hits your chin. Holland chokes.
"Holy shit, look at you, you're so fuckin' dirty..."
"I am!" you agree, before taking him down to the base in one swift movement. Holland does that tiny little scream and tries to grab onto something for support, but only succeeds in gripping Healy's sleeve. Healy lets him.
"Boys... can you do something for me...?" you ask as you lean back on your heels, stroking both of them at a slow, sweet pace.
"Name it," Jackson growls as Holland nods so hard that you're sure he'll have whiplash.
"Can you kiss? For me?"
They tend not to kiss each other, not the way that they kiss you, anyway. With you it's easy little pecks of affection throughout the day, a thumb caressing your jaw and a hint of tongue. Even though they're partners in business and romance, they tend not to kiss each other unless it's in the heat of the moment. And if the moment you're in right now were any hotter, it would be on fire.
So Holland dives at Jackson's mouth tongue-first.
"Jesus, March," Jackson spits, before grabbing Holland's head in his hands and directing him properly. Their lips slide together obscenely as they give into your demand, all tongue and spit and lewdness. It's perfect, and it makes you so horny that you're sure you'll never be able to wear these jeans again without blushing over the memory of the mess you're making in them.
"That's it," you groan, and spit on each of their cocks before you start to speed up the pace of your stroking. "Now both of you jizz on my face so I can rub it into my skin like moisturiser, mmkay?"
"Really?" Jackson splutters.
"Sure thing!" says Holland.
Yeah. Maybe they like when you're freaky.
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