I Don't Post My Art Online That Often, Mainly Because It's A Bit Far From Something Traditional, But

I don't post my art online that often, mainly because it's a bit far from something traditional, but also nothing special. However, I really enjoy putting my thoughts and images and into a different perspective and working with the way something looks in my brain. So here's my take on the churro scene.

I feel like it looked better without the churro 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/ryn7tnes - stepmom chatter who is supporting retired!Art at a local match alongside Lily

https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/3tw8lxba - “what if I lose tmrw” but you’re basically Tashi

https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/91iy394p - You’re dating Patrick and Arts jealous and tries to cast doubt on your relationship

https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/3affgo9z - you’re Patricks sister and Art finds you sitting alone outside at a party

https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/hwzodna0 - puppy love Art bot by Yameoto my beloved 🫶

https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/j0oo2a8r - Art sees you at a tennis party he’s at with Tashi and Patrick and goes to introduce himself

https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/u1nqirua - domestic moment with Art on your couch while Lily sleeps in her room. Implied stepmom chatter but doesn’t always come up.

my favorite Art bots 🫶 some are Stanford era and others are older/dilf Art. hopefully Shark anon and others like these 🫶

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CUUUUTE THANK YOU!!!!!

I have tried some of these!!!

LMAO I WAS RIGHT IT WAS VERY SILLY 10/10

hi I have come here to ask for hazel smoking a blunt ir anything similar to that bc I think it would look sososo silly :3

ok bye mwah

i think hell hound hazel needs a blunt, but vtm vampires HATE fire and that hazel specifically HATES SMOKING so

guys I watched west side story for the first time and I cried so hard bro wtaf😭

just a silly thought abt Patrick when you're in uni and pat is staying the night in your dorm but of course its the only time he gets to spend with his girl before he has to go to another state so he's gonna want to fuck her nice but sadly you have a essay due for the next morning so pat works out a compromise- he fucks you while you type away at your computer, he promises he'll be gentle but...we know he's not gonna be (srry this is like my first ask)

patrick visiting you for a week or so around midterms because it's the only time he has to make the trip. and you're already behind on studying and completing assignments because patrick has been adamant about spending as much time together as possible--which you are more than okay with. luckily, you weren't worried about most of your classes which had waived a final exam in favor of a project or something a little less stressful, but your hardest class opted for a long final essay--one which youve barely started.

and patrick is on your bed, snaking on top of you. he has long since peeled his t-shirt off and is licking and nipping at your neck.

"doesn't this feel good?" he moans into your ear, grinding against your cunt.

"it does--" you reach for your laptop and patrick clicks his tongue, pushing it further away. "pat, i have an essay due tomorrow morning."

he unbuttons your blouse, palming your tits and he knows just how to fucking make you melt but you're being adamant.

"patrick--fuck you're making this hard."

he licks your nipple. presses an open-mouthed kiss to it, moaning around the sensitive flesh. "that's the point. 'm so hard."

and when you look down, he has a massive tent in his boxers.

"patrick. you knew when you came to visit that it's a busy time in the semester."

he stands on his knees and pushes his boxers down. his cock is flush against his stomach and a trail of dark hair leads your eyes straight to it. he's practically twitching, begging for you without saying a word.

he begins to stroke himself. slow and deliberate and the veins in his forearm are bulging as he holds himself tighter. precum seeps from his tip and he pouts to you.

"im so fucking hard--please."

and the problem isnt whether or not you want to fuck him--because you do. but the five-thousand word minimum imposed upon you by the meanest professor you've ever had looms over your head like a threat. and patrick looks so pretty like this. bottom lip pushed out. preening for you, he shows you his cock like an animal desperate to mate.

"you don't want me?" patrick moves closer, hisses as he feels how sensitive the crown of his cock is. you look at his perfect fucking body and huff.

"i do want you."

he grins.

"but i have to write this paper."

it falters.

"can you fuck me while i type it?"

patrick grabs your laptop and puts it on your pillow.

"i'll be gentle and quiet. a very calm fuck." he nods and a curl falls over his forehead.

you laugh at him, but shrug. laying on your stomach, you open your laptop and start getting to work. you try your best to focus as you hear the wetness of patrick's cock still in his hands. he yanks your shorts down forcefully.

"patrick." you scold him.

"oops." he says near your ear and you tilt your head to give him a kiss, just one. he tries to deepen it but you pull yourself away.

he huffs. and then he's kneading your ass in his hands. muttering under his breath about your body. your pretty little pussy. he checks to see if you're wet. you are. he sucks the finger that he just swept through your folds into his mouth. you want to see his face.

you feel his cock at your entrance and you clear your throat, typing faster. as you thrum your fingers over the keyboard mid-thought, patrick pushes into you, holding onto your waist tightly.

"fuck--jesus."

"patrick--" you try to scold him but it comes out more like a moan and you can almost hear the smirk on his face.

"yeah, baby?" he pulls out completely and you squeak, pushing your ass back towards him. "you want more?" a sharp slap on your ass.

you ignore him and type again. you've written about 150 words. fuck.

"oh that's right." patrick presses his chest against your back to groan and whimper into your ear. "goody two shoes is doing her homework."

he gives you slow, deep strokes that make your head loll forward. he knows how you crave to feel every inch of him. so he gives it to you.

he grabs your hair, pulling it into a messy ponytail.

"write your fucking paper." and then he fucks into you with sharper, faster thrusts. the sound of his pelvis smacking against your ass.

"fuck--i'm trying." you type more and patrick reads it out loud.

the sentences are jumbled. words misspelled and out of order. historical facts that are tinged with fiction. the end is a jumble of letters and apostrophes you typed as patrick made your body limp with pleasure.

he reaches around and pushes his fingers into your mouth. you suck on them and swirl your tongue, mewling as he starts fucking you again.

"you forget how to write? my cock's in you so deep you're a fuckin' mess."

drool is pooling on your mousepad and you can't even speak as his chest sticks to your back, his hips moving in sharp yet languid thrusts. soaking him, choking him.

patrick just closes your laptop and leans down next to your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth before he moves your lips to his. your mouth falls open and you manage to open your eyes to look at him. your hand clamps over his, desperate to cum.

"you may have to ask for an extension." a smile against your lips. your legs are shaking and you can't even make out what he said. you just nod. and he nods back, mocking you.

in the striets. straight up "carrying it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. The bannre