I have been doing art!! I'm just preoccupied with trying out digital art more and doing riddle of bronze/Erezu things.
First one up is Grimmalkin aka Gremlin! He belongs to a young big trainer who gets bullied, so he seeks revenge by fucking with the houses of said bullies and making them think they have ghost problems. He is very playful and loves playing tricks.
A lil cute All Might portrait.
My ocxcanon ship of Kencho from Zom 100 and my twink, Zou.
And now for attacks for the adult trading game I participate in! The event this time around was BlorboBash, drawing the favorite characters of participants! I tried to also get the ocxcanon in cuz it's fun.
Cartman and the New Kid from South Park vidya garms~
A few days ago, you knew you would be more ashamed. A few days ago, you know you would have been pulling away. A couple days ago, marching back inside and yelling at the very man who tried to talk you into doing this.
But that’s what you would have done a couple days ago. Now…
It’s broad daylight at the moment. The sun is high and there’s not a single cloud in the sky as far as you can see. And you were somewhere where you knew you weren’t supposed to be. To put it simply, you were outside on some apartment balcony that wasn’t yours, in some building that wasn’t yours, in some district that you didn’t belong to, and in some part of the city that you barely knew. Only four floors up. Perfect view of the city. Perfect view of whoever decided to sit out on the balcony on any given day too. And to top it all off, there were people around. Strolling down the streets. Existing out in the open. Looking for the next thing to capture their attention.
Only, it’s a bit of a stretch to call those things down there on the street, people. Because while they might have been a person at one point in time, you’ve seen enough in these past couple of days to know that what’s down there is no longer human. Which means in any given normal moment of your life, you would have looked on at them somberly, mourning the deaths of strangers who still try to walk among you. But right now?
You were just relieved all those zombies down there didn’t have the brains to care about how loudly Kencho could make you moan.
“Fuck- Kencho!” You’re shameless as you gasp out his name in response to a particularly skillful roll of his hips. It allows his thick, girth cock to settle a little deeper inside of you- stretching you out and making your eyes squeeze shut momentarily as his length kisses a spot deep inside of you that has you really wanting to let loose. “Just like that…just like that!”’
It was Kencho would started rubbing up on you when the two of you stopped for a moment to admire the view. Naturally, it was you who let him come in close. And it was you who tilted your head away so you could feel his lips on your neck and jaw, kissing all up and down across your skin as he whispered about how the two of you had a little time to kill before needing to head back. But he didn’t budge when you tried to take his hand and pull him back inside. Instead, he just told you to get on your hands and knees for him while he reminded you of just how carefully the two of you constructed the barricade to block anything from getting inside of this building. So carefully, that even if the zombies down there have the eyes and ears of something that once was a person, they couldn’t get to you. Not while he’s around, at least.
It didn’t take long for you to realize what he trying to say to you. Just like it didn’t take you for you to be pulling off your pants and pulling your panties to the side while you get into what you know his favorite position is: doggy. Back perfectly arched. Legs spread wide. Pussy nice and wet. All while Kencho lines himself up with you, pushing in and groaning deep as one hand grips at your waist and the other grabes at the balcony’s railing for leverage. Just pull back out. And slip inside you once more.
And just like that- all those zombies down there momentarily become someone else. They shift away from being unknown faces and lives that you’ll mourn as you remember passing them by. And they become something else- something more akin to spectators to a show. Your show.
Your show as Kencho speeds up from a lazy, controlled pace to one more akin to the desperate, womanizer you know him to be. Your show as Kencho’s groans mix perfectly with your pleasured-filled whines and cries and curses. Your show as Kencho fucks you hard and deep and exactly how you need him to again and again and again while you try your hardest to stay present in the moment. But when you’re with a guy who knows exactly what he’s doing, things like are much easier said than done.
“Squeezing me too tight babygirl,” You heard him murmur from behind you. He liked to talk when he fucked you. He liked to keep you entertained in more ways than one when he fucked you. But the way he rasped his words and struggled to maintain his composure was telling you that he wasn’t in a much better position than you were. It was telling you that with every drag of his cock against your warm, wet walls and with every messy, creamy ring he would see the second he pulled his dick free from inside of you, he was starting to lose it himself. “Won’t be able to go for very long if you keep acting like this.”
But that’s the whole point of doing this here and now, wasn’t it? That’s the whole point of throwing caution to the wind, stripping down, and presenting yourself like a pretty little post-apocalyptic prize in the first place.
Because at this point, you’ve completely forgotten that this was supposed to be a supply run by a tip Akira had given you. At this point, you’ve completely forgotten that you were supposed to try to be back before the hour was over with a whole list of items that this guy supposedly should have had in his apartment. At this point, you’ve completely forgotten nearly everything but how to tell Kencho how exactly you want him. But that’s a problem for later. Just like the steadily growing crowd of zombies beating at your and Kencho’s barricade, trying to break through is a problem for later. Just like making a plan of escape is a problem for later. It has to be. It will be.
Because a couple days ago, the only thing on your mind would be shame. A couple days ago, the only thing on your mind would be keeping up appearances and not making a fuss or a ruckus or giving the world a reason or a sight to stare at. But nowadays, you’re realizing that life is too short and precious to live that way all your life. Nowadays you’re realizing that there are some situations and chances that you have to take advantage of while you still can. And honestly?
You’d rather be eaten by zombies than pass up on sex as good as this ever again.
I definitely recommend watching the show if you're into zombies and comedy. I enjoyed every minute of it. Especially from this dumb brute of a man that shakes his naked ass in front of a zombie shark to try to save his buddy.
I just started watching zom 100 and akira n kencho are so gay. like they THOSE kinda gays.
in kencho's seemingly last moments, he doesn't only think of his 'best friend' (we all know it's the love of his life, his shawty, his wife), he thinks of his LAUGH and how he always laughed at his jokes. that's so home of sexual.
when they met up, the first thing akira did was apologize for being a Debbie downer all while saving his life like if was nothing. akira also brought the man's will to live and sparkle back.
kencho really said "oh this is your bucket list??? well, now it's OUR bucketlist"????? GAY
and when kencho showed off the newly blond hair and Akira was absolutely Smitten. the look on his face. mans is head over heels.
also they are camping. kencho cooks for akira every day. y'all mfs QUEER
