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Somebody can explain me how Art Fight works?

I'm trying to create my profile and add my OC's, but I don't understand the site at all.

Can somebody explain me better how Art Fight works, how to edit my profile and how to add my characters, because there's stuff I don't know how to use and it's complicated.

If you wish, also explain me with pictures and diagrams.

Welcome to Art Fight (from someone who also joins for the first time this year) a small guide to the Website:

This is the starting Page of Art Fight with some recently added characters, the Filter and Duel overview, and the Featured Members/Mods on the bottom shortly below the update notice.

At the top are a few headers:

Discord (leading to their Discord Server)

Help? (Leading to most asked questions etc)

Shop (self explanatory)

Discover (Finding Characters, Users Attacks, defensen etc)

Submit (this is where you click to submit a character to your character roster)

And right next to your Profile Picture you would have the Current Event button (again. Self explanatory) and a little arrow. We'll follow the Arrow first.

The Profile Button takes you to your profile, but we'll get to that later.

In settings you can adjust your preferences, change your profile picture and bio. As well as add character Permissions, which are so called "Global Permissions", Rules depicted under everyone of your characters where you can add your rules. For example, you don't want someone to change a characters hair colour or body type or maybe you just don't want shipping art or any Gore at all - this is where you can explain that. Like so:

There are really creative people out there but so far I personally am not so that's what you're being shown! The rest is self explanatory once we have gone through the profile and attacks and stuff, so we'll move on to profile now:

This will be (for example) a profile you'll come across. A bio, a name. Usually some attacks and defenses and then either the six most recent OR most important Characters active in this year's Art Fight. As the site states, you can have 100 active characters, though you can, theoretically, have more - just inactive ones, meaning they don't enter the Art Fight.

Continuing on, if you click on "See All" you will see the rest of the characters, again, either from newest to oldest, or in the given order of the Artist behind the Profile. There is no way for you to know who is actively sorting their characters and who isn't. Just pick one you like.

In this case, I gave the Character only a single Spreadsheet with her different designs throughout her story. You can give them a little biography and also Specific Character Permissions - for example, if I was okay with this specific character recieving gore, I could put that in the character permission, which are seated right above the global permissions.

But, where do you do that? As I stated above right at the start in the bar at the top

Is a submit button to add a character

Now. This looks way more confusing at first than it is - Description is the little biography, Character Permissions as I stated are permission specifically for this character only. Now. Technically, you can be someone who drew the artwork but maybe it's a character from a friend - in this case, you would have to tick the "no" box when Art Fight asks you if you designed it. If your character is a specific species, you can also add a sheet explaining what it is and how it works as well. As seen right under the Design question. Credits for example editing (if you let someone edit the drawn picture you're uploading, Designer, etc).

After that you'd upload a picture and a thumbnail - the Thumbnail is the little Icon you see before clicking on the character. Now, you can only add one picture at this stage. You can add more after saving the character and when you go back to edit it, you can upload multiple other pictures at once.

Technically you can also be the Designer of the character, but not the artist of the image - so just tick the box, give the credit, consult the filter guide and add your filters and lastly: add tags. It makes your character more likely to be found. If you have a vampire, you can add that to the tags so that people wanting to draw a vampire could find them.

Then hit submit and boom - you're done!

So. How do you attack someone? Simple - once you've bookmarked a character so you don't loose it

Which you can do all the way to the right of the name, you can also see the Attack button! This is also where the "Edit Character" button would be on your own characters!

I am not entirely sure on how to enter a proper defense, but I imagine you would get a "defense" button on the received attack. Also note you don't need to defend if you don't wish to, and that you don't need to defend via attacking the artist attacking you - just their team.

Sonar and you were fuck buddies first, friends second. And although you had great times with him - he was really good, to be honest - he's been acting... Weird in bed lately. Maybe, just maybe, something's not as it's supposed to be.

CW: 18+, Smut at the start, then a little bit of Angst/Comfort

TW: Erectile Dysfunction, Priapism, Drugs (Cocaine & Weed), talks of being "less than" because of sexual Dysfunction

A/N: short, little rushed but I love this boy so much ahurjxbjyisnns

Sonar was wonderful. Well, as wonderful as a drug-addict scammer could possibly be, you guessed. What was between you and him was… Difficult to explain. He was addicted; you only dabbled in drugs when he was with you, and only occasionally. Yet, while both of you, technically, officially, were friends (at best), you two fucked on the regular. Usually while coked up and/or high on any other substances Sonar might have wanted to take that day. The bat hybrid was always easily excited and on it, a horny fucker, you'd realised soon. Though, lately… Sex had felt weird.

Yeah, he'd been with you much less than usual, but it also took longer than usual for him to cum. Not that you really minded, what did annoy you was how obviously frustrated he was. You didn't say anything though, his problems were his own, after all. You two were barely friends, though he definitely wouldn't call you that. So, it had been a while since you had good, satisfactory sex with him. Annoying, yes. Worrisome? No, he'd figure it out. You thought. You were wrong.

The next time he came over, he had the usual bags with him. Weed, cocaine—yeah, his favorites, by far. You had the alcohol stashed away, and after a few hits, snorts, and drinks, you two were getting a little bit more than friendly. Your shirt has been abandoned at this point, Sonars' hands inside your pants as he whined against your neck—and you into his ear. His shirt had been pushed up, pants already opened, yet not pushed down. Instead, your hand found its way under his underwear, grabbing and pumping him. And even as you were so close to cumming on his fingers, he still remained soft. He hid his face in your neck, eyes closed as he desperately tried to get it up, rutting against your hand, thinking of all the filth of porn he'd watched and cam girls he'd paid.

In the end, he pulled his hand away, laying you back against the couch. “Vic, is everything alright?” He grumbled. “Yeah, yeah, just uh.” He pushed his pants down, cock finally at least hardening. “Just fine.” He pushed inside you, as he usually did, and though you still definitely felt great, you could tell something was off. “Vic, are you—” “I'm fine!” He bristled, clamping a hand over your mouth. “Be fucking quiet for once."

That night was weird. Yeah, he'd made you fall apart a few times, but it had taken very, very long for him to even get hard properly, and… Not soften. Eventually, he just called it quits and left. You remained on the couch, finishing your cigarette. That was a weird night, even for Sonar. He was a weird man; you'd done weird things for him—he'd done weird things for you. This, though, was way out of the normal range. Did he really have it under control? Maybe it was just something with Vanderstank or his crypto business that had bothered him today. Whatever. Not really , though; even as you cleaned up, you worried about him.

The next time wasn't all that different, though he seemed way more desperate and did a lot more coke than before. He managed to get it up eventually and actually keep it hard. Finally, a good round of sex. You had so desperately missed this. He pressed you into the mattress, face first, hips slapping against yours, the room reeking of weed and sex. His hand was on the back of your neck, the other planted on the sheets next to your head as he bent over your back, matching your position a little. His hips stuttered, warm cum filling you up, as he brought you over the edge just a few pumps after. He paused before pulling out, though he did a double take as he just didn't soften—at all. You turned on your back as he stopped, looking at him and his… Still there, boner? “Huh. What the fuck?” You weren't sure what you saw on Sonars' face for a second, maybe confusion, fear, or insecurity, but he flashed you a cocky grin right away. “Just means we didn't do good enough of a job.”

So another round followed; this time, he was the one lying in the bed as you sat on him, hips grinding against his, first slowly, then faster until you were basically using him like one of your sex toys. “Fuck, fuck-” His hands came up to your sides, one moving higher to grope your chest. “Fuck me, fuck-fuck-” his moans were so goddamn sexy, it was such a turn-on finally having him all to yourself in his proper glory again; it may just have been a few stressful months for him. “Fuck-” that one sounded a bit different, painful potentially? Another one followed, his hands now grabbing your hips painfully. “Stop- stop, fuck, stop!” He pushed you off, heaving as he sat up right away, hissing, his hands weirdly hovering over his penis, still standing at full attention. “Fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!”

Sonar was panicked, one of his hands eventually awkwardly holding his penis. “Shit, did I, like, do something wrong? I'm sorry if I—let me grab something.” You may have been so fucking close to your orgasm, but all that excitement had flown right out the window. You grabbed an ice pack and the few towels you had, bringing them over to Sonar, who pushed the covered ice pack against his dick. He didn't answer, though the tears in his eyes told you that it wasn't because he didn't want to—he genuinely was in too much pain. You waited for a while; his boner never dying down, nor did his pain. “Victor-” "No, don't even-” he hissed at something particularly painful. “You should go see a doctor; I don't think this was something either of us did.”

Convincing him to go to the doctor was a fucking pain. Of course, a normal on-grid doctor was out of the question, so you and him had to go to a suspicious one operating in a shady street alley down by the docks. “Listen, if he's gonna pull some shit, you transform and we're outta here.” Sonar was with you on that plan—though he very much wanted to do it already, just bail. But before he knew it, the two were ushered inside by a small woman, maybe 3 feet tall. She also was the doctor, apparently operating in her… basement. Wow. Cliché much. There were X-rays done of Sonars' pelvis, they gave him a few syringes so they could do an ultrasound of his erection and even did blood work. It felt surprisingly legit, despite the shady AF atmosphere.

They gave him some pills and a list of things he ought to buy. “This will do for the time being; you'll hear from us in a few days.”

The days were like walking through tar. Slow and disgustingly shitty. Until a letter with no return address came in. Sonar insisted on opening it with you present, mainly because he genuinely didn't want to read it himself. “Erectile… Dysfunction and Is-Ieche-Ischemic Priapism...? Is that how you say it?” Sonar glanced at the letter, nodding. “What's the second one?” There were short descriptions of each issue, so you read the second one out loud—erectile dysfunction was pretty widely known and not too far-fetched name-wise, anyway. “Ischemic priapism is a long-lasting, partial erection of the penis, even after ejaculation, in which the blood of said erection doesn't flow back properly, only leaving the head of the penis, leaving the blood without oxygen and the penis halfway erect—often causing pain.”

The silence was loud. Too loud for your liking. But what more was there to say? You turned the letter, seeing a hand-scribbled note of more things to buy or do, which you all read aloud, though you hesitated on the last one. “I suggest cutting back on the cocaine.” Sonar had sunken into the couch, nearly as if he wanted to get swallowed up by it. You didn't blame him. You placed the letter on the table. “Well.” Well, shit. That fucking sucked. How does anyone react to these news? You stayed silent, wanting to give him some room. He didn't move for a solid 10 minutes, prompting you to speak. “We can't ignore the elephant in the room, Vic.” Victor groaned, his hands smoothing over his face once, twice, three times. “I don't want to talk about it.” “We have to. Listen, it's not… It's not that bad, okay? It's treatable; we know the cause, and we know how to fix it. That's a good thing!” “Fuck, embarrassing is what it is! I'm, like, not even half a man now!” You really wanted to sigh but suppressed it, instead inching closer to Sonar, hand gently smoothing over his arm in a reassuring gesture. “You're not, like, less of a man. We can't have sex for a while, whatever. Even if that's all we two met for, it doesn't make you less of a person. Fuck that shit.”

Note: Overwatch Timeline doesn't even work properly after my calculations (admittedly, I'm bad at maths) they just pushed everything too close together. I.e. we should be in 2076 AT LEAST but that doesn't work because then the characters would all (or at least, some) be older by one year but we're gonna go with "now = 2075, everything after now = future)

Note 2: I aged up Kiriko since this was originally made for my Fanfiction. She is marked with a star, her actual date of birth isn't in this line, however, if she would be, she'd be born 2054 (with D.Va)

2011 - Sigma

2012 - Reinhardt

2013 - Ana

2015 - Reaper (?)

2016 - Torb

2018 - Soldier

2024 - Sojurn

2025 - Moira, Roadhog

2028 - Doomfist

2033 - Mei

2034 - Ashe

2035 - Hanzo

2036 - Cassidy, Mercy

2037 - Baptiste

2038 - Genji, Mauga

*2039 - Kiriko

2040 - Widowmaker

2041 - Pharah

2042 - Zenyatta

? - 2043 - Omnica (rise, Bastion units, malfunctions, fraud, investigation, fall, decommissioning Omnics), Aurora

2043 - Bastion, Sombra, Omnics reactivate: attack Siege Automatons, Attack Russia -> first Omnic crisis start)

2044 - Winston, Junker Queen, Lifeweaver

2044 - 2046 - Volskaya Industries create Svyatogor, Germany implements Crusaders (Reinhardt joins), USA start the Soldier Enhancing Program (Soldier & Reaper enroll), resistance fails, UN decides the Overwatch Strike Team, Balderich dies -> Reinhardt leads Overwatch, Overwatch formed (Reinhardt, Reaper, Soldier, Ana, Torb & Mina Liao), Reaper announced first strike commander, Overwatch success

2045 - Zarya, Symmetra

2047 - Lúcio, Tracer, Ramattra, Overwatch ends Omnic crisis via striking the Omnic Command and Control structure, Aurora sacrifices herself, Blackwatch first gets formed, Soldier reolaces Reaper as Strike Commander as Reaper switches to Blackwatch

2048 - Junkrat

2049 - Venture

2050 - Brig, Operation White Dome (Torb looses arm & eye)

2051 - Hazard

2053 - "The Reaper" appears in armed conflicts, appearing without loyalty to any Organisation, Reaper captures Cassidy during a sting Operation on the deadlock gang, Cassidy joins Blackwatch

2054 - D.Va

2054 - 2065 - Shambali Monestary becomes famous under Mondatta, Zenyatta travels the world, Australian Omnium gifted ti Omnics -> displacing many humans (Roadhog), Australian Liberation Front formed, a strike on the Omnium goes wrong -> damaged fusion core irradiates Australia, Bastion awakens

2056 - Juno, Wuyang

2057 - Illari

2061 - Wrecking Ball, Echo

2064 - Efi

2065 - Numbani renews the OR14 to OR15, natural disaster forces researchers at Ecopoint Antarctica to enter cryostasis, Hanzo Vs Genji, Genji saved by Mercy and recruited to Blackwatch to help with missions against the Shimada Clan

2066 - 2068 - accusations about corruption & illegal activity in Overwatch, Tracer Slipstream incident, Moira hired into Blackwatch -> experiments on Reaper, Blackwatch existence leaked, Japan files complaint about Blackwatch activity inside Borders, UN director orders investigation on an incident in Cairo

2067 - Overwatch facility in Oslo attacked -> investigation, Reaper & Cassidy meet with Gerard Lacroix at Blackwatch facility in Rome, suspect: Antonio Bartalotti (Talon leader), plan: arrest employees -> his downfall, cybernetic woman sets bomb, Lacroix injured, Soldier wants official investigation, Reaper wants to kidnap Bartalotti -> Soldier agrees with Reaper & Blackwatch leaves, Reaper kills Bartalotti & Cassidy disagrees, Blackwatch becomes public, investigation via Lacroix, Ana & Soldier, Maximilien & Doomfist take over (Retribution)

2068 - Mondatta kidnapped & taken hostage by Null Sector, UK denies Overwatch Operation, Cassidy helps Overwatch with information, Reaper doesn't confirm or deny sending Cassidy, Tracer accepted as active Overwatch Agent by Soldier, Soldier disregards UK decision and starts mission to rescue Mondatta

2069 - Ana "killed" by Widowmaker during a mission led by Soldier, Sojurn helps Overwatch capture Maximilien, Maximilien reveals Doomfists plan to stay in Singapore -> Doomfist Captured, Investigation in Venice (unknown incident), Italy reveals Moiras involvement with Blackwatch, UN authorise secret investigation on Blackwatch & Overwatch, Soldier & Reaper "killed" by an explosion in the Swiss HQ of Overwatch, Petra Act -> UN disbands Overwatch

2070 - 2075 - Omnic & Human tension in Russia snaps -> second Omnic crisis, Soldier infiltrates Overwatch bases and steals equipment, Vishkar starts work in Rio after Symmetra & Sanjay sabotage local business, Lúcio steals Vishkar equipment & rallies people overnight -> becomes celebrity, Orisa

2071 - Talon mission in Monte Christo to kill Daniel Fernandez, after he's nowhere to be found civilians homes get searched and the entire city burned to the ground, Baptiste leaves Talon

2073- Synaesthesia Auditiva

2074

Before october:

Winston works on shield generator

50.000+ victims to the second Omnic crisis

Talon tries to infiltrate Watchpoint Gibraltar, Winston manages to stop them but Reaper could obtain a list with former Overwatch members' locations

Recall (Tracer answers)

Mei exits Cryostasis

Widowmaker kills Mondatta

Genji confronts Hanzo

Soldier attacks Los Muertos in Dorado

Cassidy eliminates Talon raiding a hyper train. He dumps the item they were after before backup arrives

Reinhardt & Brigitte repair Reinhardt's old Crusader armor to get rid of a gang in a German town

Roadhog & Junkrat kill the CEO of Hyde Global & blow up their skyscraper in Sydney

Anubis escapes Helix Security Confinement but is stopped by Pharah

Torb saves Boklovo from a Titan

October:

"Shrike"(Ana) disrupts Talon operations in egypt

Soldier assaults the Criminal Hakim but is stopped by Reaper. Shrike rescues Soldier & they reveal their identities & join forces

Sombra leaks information about LumériCo & Los Muertos' protest plans

November:

1st: Sombra leaking Information & the robberies from Roadhog & Junkrat force the LumériCo CEO Guillermo Portero to step down

2nd: Mei arrives in Nepal

Reaper leads Talon team to kill Katya Volskaya, Sombra interferes (cinematic)

Monday: Winston & Tracer stop Widowmaker & Reaper from retrieving the Doomfist gauntlet from museum (cinematic)

December:

Lúcio tours to promote Synesthesia Auditiva

Junkrat & Roadhog return to Australia

New Year's Eve: Lúcio concert in London

Present

2075

Janurary

Bastion hunted -> taken in by Torb

Feburary

Doomfist breaks out of Helix Security International & meets up with Maximilien, Vialli falls to death (thanks Doomfist), Reaper & Doomfist meet with Talon Board

Doomfist retrieves the Doomfist gauntlet and obliterates the OR15 units

March

Efi buys spare OR15 parts from Adawe Foundation, builds Orisa (AI), Reinhardt answers Recall

April

Zarya & Lynx Seventeen out to kill Sombra -> failed, D.Va & Dae-hyun save Busan form.Omnic attack, Cassidy defeats Deadlock Gang, brings back Echo & answers the Recall, Blizzard Works opened (i need this in here for the sake if my sanity)

Future

2076

Bap helps Talon invade Vernand Sainclairs' mansion, helps him escape on condition he provide free healtg care for the clinic

Overwatch saves Paris from Null Sector attack

Overwtach saves Rio de Janeiro from Null Sector, Lúcio recruited, Zarya, DVa, Pharah, Bap all revealed to have answered the Recall ("only one missing")

Sojurn (+ others) rescues Omnic citizens in Toronto (Reggie Bucksworth), amazing Ramattra Speech, Brigitte & Reinhardt take an Omnic to Ironclad Guild

Gothenburg attacked by Null Sector after Brig & Rein inquire Torb for help with the subjugated Omnic, Bastion introduced as Workshop Assistant, Subjugated Omnic alive but blank memory Data, Null Sector fought off with Torbs Air Defense System

Widowmaker & Sombra capture(?) Zenyatta

Finally you meet each other again. After months of each of you leading your own crews, one a small island you both run into each other. And so, when you two decide to have a joined party in remembrance of past combined battles. You two just happen to be on a cliff in the woods, away from the party celebrating your reunion by yourself.

18+ content

teasing, worshipping, oral (f receiving), penetration, riding, temperature (metal = cold), outside sex (woods)

The night was dark, the stars seemed to have disappeared, just like the moon, the waves crashed into the rocky shore, the wind cold on your skin and the grass wet beneath you. You shivered, an ice-cold and bulky hand running up your body, clothing already long discarded on the grass. His golden gaze piercing your soul as he stared at you, he was lowered to the ground, his body just inches above yours as he felt you shiver and looked towards your stomach, the goosebumps rising. His hair wasn't all done up anymore, falling down his face, his clothing discarded as well long ago. He had just been admiring you, worshipping you, on this cliff in the woods, faint noises of the party on your ships reaching you, but going unnoticed, both of you too enraptured with each other.

His muscles flexed a little, eyes flickering up at you and then back to following his cold metal hand as it reached your breast, tracing along the outline before slowly running one of the icy fingers over it. You whimpered at the touch, and his eyes flicked onto your face. Kid lowered his head, giving your stomach a small kiss as he let his prosthetic fill his grip with your soft breast. Another whine escapes your throat, as you arch into him. The brute over you hums, a deep, low, delicious sound that made you shiver. Or was that the cool night air? His face still rests lightly against your stomach, his prosthetic lightly kneading you soft flesh, before the cool metal retracted. You nudged him with your leg, not wanting him to stop. He felt so hot, skin burning like the sun on a summer island, it spread through you but was quickly replaced by a chill again, the wet grass blades tickling your skin, the uneven earthy ground digging into your back.

You didn't mind, for him you wouldn't mind bathing in lava, if it meant you could see his gorgeous face and body. His eyes pierced yours, intense eye contact that made you nearly shy away, but god, why did it have to be this hot? His hair looked so good framing his face, his googles giving them free, and he looked like a god. That hungry gaze, nearly devouring you, nearly like a hunter ready to jump onto its prey, and it made you shiver again, this time, not from the cool air or his cold metallic hand. His shoulders were broad as he held himself up with his good hand. Now slowly shifting onto his right arm, the muscles playing above you. The scars adorning his body, the nasty ones from his face all the way to his abs and to where metal met skin. The two slashes on his good arm, if he would let you, you'd kiss all over him, but he wouldn't let you, too afraid he'd become too soft on you, as if he wasn't already. His hand touched you, heat spreading through your veins like a fire spreading through a forest, and all you could think of was him. Ethereal and eternal, like an angel. A devious and dangerous angel.

And you craved more. Your hand reached out, touching right above his heart and feeling the faint thumping underneath his skin, and it seemed to beat impossibly fast, but yours was beating just as much, so you paid it no mind. Slowly sliding it over the edges of muscles nearly visible, little hills and valleys on his skin, lower. His hand wrapped around yours, bringing it back up before it could even touch his belly button. He hummed against your hand, as he kissed your knuckles. All tame and pretty, handsome and infatuated. There was nothing but adoration and lust in his gaze as he slowly, oh so slowly traced kisses down your body. An eternity he spent kissing each inch of your neck and shoulders, another he spent worshipping your chest. Your arms smeared with red lipstick, your hand with the pretty black nail polish he wore as well dug into his hair, tugging him down, but he held fast. Not even wavering in his stance, not movable for even an inch.

His lips on your stomach, your thighs, his eyes closed savoring you like he would only have you this once. Maybe it would be the last time. Maybe it wouldn't. He looked so pretty, and you felt worshipped like a goddess being adored by a follower, by a fellow god, a servant worshipped by its god of lust, of desire. His red hair was such a pretty shade, oh how you wished to keep him forever. It nearly felt like forever for his lips to finally touch you where you wanted him most. First soft kisses all around your lips, then even small soft kisses on your clit, before his tongue finally darted out, tasting your fluids already leaking out of you, teasing you just right. You held your breath, your heart beating like you were running for your life, maybe, in a sense, you were. Running to give Kid everything he desired, even if it was your life. Running to take from him everything he was willing to offer, running to take his heart and swallow it, cherish it. He hummed and moaned, the cool night air nearly forgotten with how hot you two were running.

Everything about him was perfect, his tongue just as much. He knew you like he knew his ship, every quirk and every scar and everything that made you feel good. He licked at you, sucked your clit, you could even hear him audibly drink, heard him swallow in the mostly quiet night. Then, his tongue finally penetrated you, the skilled muscle moving expectedly inside of you, his wet lips smearing their red lipstick all over you. Your hands grasped at his hair, that wonderful red clouding your vision. He groaned, his eyes opening, staring at you. That golden hue haunting you in your dreams, That near predatory gaze fixed on you like you were all he ever craved. Even if it wouldn't be true, right now, on nights like these, you don't think you would find it in yourself to care. Not with the way he worshipped you, not with the way he loved you. His nose rubbing against your clit, his one hand holding, bruising your hip, the cold metal one resting on your stomach, like an assurance, he got you. And you melted into his touch, mewling and moaning like you were all alone in the world, it definitely felt like you were. The wetness of the grass forgotten, the night sky sparkling with stars upon stars, looking down at you from above, but they barely registered, too focused on the man between your legs, thighs squeezing his head just the way he loved it.

Curses left your throat, choked out words, incoherent moans, needy whimpers. He swallowed everything eagerly, every syllable leaving you, every single tiny sound, how it riled him up even more, his hips pushing harshly against the floor, rubbing them back and forth shallowly, some small relief for the desire he felt, eating you out like it was his favourite meal. He pushed you higher, closer to your climax, his hand slowly, teasingly tracing along your folds, threatening to push in alongside his tongue, pushing in only the tiniest amount before he pulled it back out. His painted nail shining in your fluid, not quite dripping but still slowly cascading down his finger, before you could feel the edge of his trimmed nail pressing perfectly onto your clit, before he shifted to use his finger bed, slowly circling it, constant pressure pushing you as far as he wanted you to, seeing you fall apart, it was the true meaning of intoxication, he was addicted and you were the drug. Pushing you past the edge. With a wail of his name, legs clenching impossibly tight around his face, his cheeks squished together, the flesh of your thighs moulding around his face.

He moaned into your warm cunt as he sucked and licked all the juices from it, before sliding back up to you, giving you a sloppy kiss, all teeth clashing against teeth and tongue pushing as far into your mouth as possible, lipstick smearing against lipstick, black mixing with red smears, his hands grabbing at everything they can, waist, hips breasts. The desperate way such a harsh contrast to the worshipping you had just witnessed, nothing unusual of course, but still something that made your heart flutter. Softly placing a hand on his shoulder, you pushed him away and like warm butter, he followed without hesitation, he didn't doubt you for a second as you pushed him to his knees, then further back until he was the one laying down. You climbed on top, one leg on each side before grabbing his dick and guiding him to slip in, all throaty moans as he finally felt the warm, wet enclosure of your pussy.

He grabbed at your hips, a bruising hold, deliciously painful, even if he didn't guide you, no, not yet. You leaned forward, hands grabbing onto his muscles, gliding, scratching, groping. Then you moved, and that was when he started to help you. He moaned out curses, praises, his pupils blown wide, as he watched your body, watched the way your tits moved, your thighs, the plush fat on your thighs and belly and arms. Watched your face, as you lost yourself in the same pleasure he felt. He was otherworldly to you, and you were godly to him. It was mutual. It was perfect, it was honest and pretty and god be damned, it was hot. You haven't had him in months, and now that you finally had him again for a single night, you just wanted it to last forever. Moans and grunts, breathy whimpers filled the deep night, stars twinkling above you, yet he couldn't care less. It was all you, only you to him, and to you, there was only him. The cool air made you tremble, or was it your approaching high? His cold hand stayed on your hip, as his other reached up and first firmly squeezed your breast, before moving to your neck and pulling you down into feverish kisses. You both were a mess. A pretty mess and perfect, and as you moaned his name, you felt him twitch and tremble for a moment, before feeling how his hot semen seeped out of him, into you. But you weren't done, and he would be damned to not let you, so continuing to guide you with his hand, his flesh one slipped down your body, slowly rubbing at your clit with so much pressure it was nearly hurting, but the joint pleasure plus the words he started to whisper between kisses were so tempting, you shuddered and shivered, cumming on his cock with another moan of his name.