Hidden Feelings

Quick note to people who use Kat's art / characters!!

How to Properly Use Kat's Content!

Get my permission first! [Ask in my DMs]

Credit me!

That's it lol

I don't mind that much but I would appreciate it if people asked me first. I don't have a problem with people using my art for profile pictures, chat bots [NOT NSFW], reposting on social medias I'm not in, Discord emojis, etc.

Let's just be reasonable, yeah? （＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ

What Not to Do!

Don't use my art to sell!

Don't use my characters for anything NSFW!

If you're reposting my art, don't tell people it's yours! Don't impersonate me either!

Don't make/add anything strange or inappropriate using my content/characters!

If you're not doing anything listed then I'm good with almost anything as long as you credit me. [You're also free to ask me in DMs if you wanna do something with my works/characters that you're not sure will breach my boundaries.]

What do you do if you see somebody:

Selling my art? - REPORT THEM! These people absolutely do not have my permission! They take other artists' art as well, it's not just me!

Reposting my art without credit? - Tell them to give me credit! If they delete your comment / claim that it's theirs, report them! If they comply then leave them be.

Pretending to be me in social medias that aren't Youtube, Tiktok, Tumblr, and Twitter? - Report them!! Don't impersonate me.

Using my art / characters in ChararacterAI, etc.? - As long as it's not an NSFW bot and it has credits, leave them be. - If it's inappropriate / an NSFW bot of my characters, report it!

Alright, Have fun guys. ✌️

Noooo don't get a tattoo it's so permanent blah blah blah my tattoo is whatever I want it to be and today it's an octopus

nude beach adrien ( deliquent oc ) x ftm reader

ⓘ⠀reader has top surgery , use of cunt & pussy , fingering , public ( on beach )

Tans, seashells, crisp soda and icecream, perfect for a hot sunny day.

It was an idea pitched by one of your friends to hold a class beach day, and as the student president, you agreed and began to plan. The message you sent into the class group chat was bombarded with positive replies the moment you mentioned the word 'beach.' It seemed like alot of your classmates either wanted to escape studying or needed a break to cool off.

A familiar icon popped up underneath your message, Adrien's, but he didn't reply so you just guessed he would skip this event out too.

Stuffed in a car with all your friends, you allocated each friend to bring different things like drinks, food, beach balls and towels. You were in charge of packing the beach umbrellas and foldable chairs.

It was about a 3 hour trip to a beach nearby; one that wouldn't be bombarded with little children and an abundance of people.

When you got there with your friends — a little earlier than the set time — you took the initiative to start helping out with things and putting down your chairs and umbrellas. As you're hauling out the items from the trunk, you could faintly hear the raspy sound of someone calling out.

“Adrien, give me a hand here!” Your head instinctively turns to meet eyes with that stupid deliquent who seems to always show up wherever you are.

He was unusually early, perhaps earlier than you.

Adrien shoots you a toothy smirk before turning back to his buddy, helping the guy lift a cooler filled with sodas and probably beer as well. You shrug him off with a small scoff, rolling your eyes before going back to set up your things

You've successfully put up an umbrella and a deck chair away from the water, letting your body relax on the chair.

You weren't even planning on swimming today but you brought a shirt and some swim shorts just in case you wanted to just dip your feet into the icy water and feel the waves crash against your knees.

Staring out to the shore you watch as your friends run into the water, splashing and kicking sand up st eachother. You would join but, swimming wasn't something you particularly liked, especially the feeling of your wet swimsuit sticking to your skin.

“What are you doing all alone, prez?” His voice comes out smooth and almost tantalizing as a hand slides over your shoulder. You flinch harshly, whipping your head around to see Adrien in his full glory, shirt off, slightly damp hair and crystal clear water droplets gliding down the curves of his muscles.

Before you could say anything, Adrien pulls up another chair and slides it right beside you. The wooden bits of the deck chair clink together and he lowers himself on it with a small sigh of relief.

“The boys are playing like gladiators out there, felt like I was gonna die,” He laughs and you see his chest stutter as he does. He lets his head rest on his hand, elbow jutted out as he turns to face you.

“But really, why aren't you swimming? I'd love to see you shirtless and wet.” You roll your eyes and scoff, shaking your head as you stretch out your legs.

“I just don't feel like it,” You hum nonchalantly which earns a breathless laugh from Adrien. He places a hand on your stomach, inching closer to you. His fingers lightly drum on your stomach, earning that slight hollow sound.

He flicks your shirt up and burrows his hand underneath it, making a slow ascend to your chest, tracing over the raised lines underneath it.

“They're healed enough,” he points out, “Just let me see them.”

Your eyes quickly dart around, making sure that no one is watching. The beach stretches out quite far so the majority of the people were situated towards the middle with you and Adrien being in a more empty area.

You don't fight it, you just look away as he pulls up the shirt to your chin. The cool ocean breeze hits your bare chest, pulling out a view shivers from you. Adrien has seen your scars, multiple times but its always a surprise to see how his eyes soften and how he caresses them so delicately.

“Y'know people won't care if you just swim shirtless, you're a dude it doesn't matter,” He's leaning his head over to kiss your scars in which you push his face away. He laughs and moves his hands back down to rest on your lower stomach.

“You should get out of here before anyone sees you talking with me,” You manage to breathe out, moving your hand to his, attempting to pry them off your exposed skin. Being in such an open area with all your classmates undoubtedly gets you anxious, especially considering how long you've kept your relationship with Adrien a secret.

“Why? People can't handle me spending time with my boyfriend?” It just rolls off his tongue the way he claims you're his — even when you're not.

You're about to retaliate, about to shout whatever insult that comes to mind but you feel his hand move down to cup your crotch. Your body jerks at the touch and you shoot him a glare but he returns it with a sly smile.

“You're not my boyfriend,” you manage to force the words out your throat.

“Yeah but can any guy make you feel like this?” His fingers dig into the fabric of your shorts, pushing pressure onto your cunt. You can't help the curses that flow from your lips and the fact that you're arching your back into his hands.

“They don't know how to treat you right, only I can,” You can hear the jealousy drip off his tone like honey on a stick: thick and sickly sweet.

His fingers are brought back up and now he's pulling at your waistband, dipping his fingers underneath your shorts. His hand just glides over the smooth expanse of your pelvis, dipping down to your sweet, slick sex. Adrien starts by parting your folds with his index and his ring finger, skimming his middle over your fluttering hole.

You're so wet he can hear every movement his finger makes on you.

His thumb finds your clit, pushing the tip of it against that bundle of nerves. He's massaging circles on it, punching out a loud whine from your throat.

“Shit cutie, you're sensitive there?” He laughs, moving his hand lower so he could press his palm against it. Your little mewls and the way you grip onto the side of the chair so tightly makes Adrien want to rip your clothes off and fuck the daylights out of you, but he can't, he'll get caught almost instantly.

His fingers finally meet your hole, pushing in one finger slowly. You gasp, hips rolling up to grind your clit against his palm as he stuffs his finger into you. Adrien laughs again like he's having fun drawing all these reactions out of you.

Your warm, gummy walls hug his finger so snugly he has to slip in another one just to loosen you up a bit. He groans, driving his middle and ring finger into you. Everytime he pulls them back and slams them in your legs tremble and that obscene wet noise rings through his head like the aftermath of a drug.

“You like that prez? Such a good boy f'me aren't you?” Adrien bites his own, chapped lips, repeatedly ramming his fingers into you, watching as you laid your head back and let the moans spill out from your parted lips. The moment he starts curling his fingers up your body tenses and you absent-mindedly grab onto his forearm.

You're seeing stars with the way he's hitting your G-spot every single time he drives his fingers deeper into you.

“Fuck— ah– Adrien,” You cry out, moving your hand down to push down on his, encouraging him to put more pressure on your pussy. He gladly obliges, moving his fingers faster and pushing his palm against your clit with more force than before.

The familiar feeling of a knot wells up in the pit of your stomach and you know you're about to cum.

“C'mon, that's it.” Adrien can tell you're close from the quivering of your knees and the way sweat trickles down your forehead. He kisses the salt away before groaning as he feels his fingers get soaked from your orgasm.

He pumps his fingers slowly, letting you ride out your high before stopping completely.

“Shit, let me eat you out next tim—”

“Stop talking.”

doctors note ; hope i did alright for my first time writing for ftm reader T T

happy yaoi friday to whoever sent these

Day nineteen of wanting fem writers to put x fem reader tags in fem reader fics

POOLVERINE + Text Posts 

(¡First post!)

They would help me a lot by sharing my posts. ^^ ⚡️

A small vignette inspired by the trailer <3. So much waiting was completely worth it!!! 💙💙💙 ✨

Lovestruck Stalker final part!

I know it’s hella short but this was made in like January so sue me 😭😭

Pt1

Wolverine #6 - "Lineage" (2025)

written by Saladin Ahmed art by Martin Coccolo & Bryan Valenza

i am a nancy and eddie being besties truther!! i think they’re so violently polar opposite that there’s just no way they wouldn’t be like besties. also i want nancy to have a best friend so bad😭 like she deserves that!

adding hcs cause im a bit insane:

-robin and steve being baffled by the fact that they hang out despite also being opposites besties

-i just think nancy braiding eddie’s hair is real?? like they’re talking shit while nancy does his hair and its a bonding moment

-and yes they talk so much shit. nancy has insider dirt on the “popular crowd” from her brief time there and eddie just Hates Them and makes fun of them constantly

-both of them having to rethink their assumptions the more they get to know each other. eddie isn’t as uncaring and harsh as nancy thought, and nancy isn’t as stuck up and put together as eddie thought

-i think eddie just thinking nancy is cool should be real, like she tells him about the time she slammed her boss’ head in with a fire extinguisher and eddie is like 😧🍿

-nancy learning more (KEY WORD MORE bc i know for a FACT that the nancy that dressed up for a campaign knows at the very least the basics) about dnd from eddie and she creates a character for funsies

-that one audio thats like “just say when. okay wait serious- seriously? seriously? okay, this is impossible, im starting over” but its nancy just like 😏 and eddie like 😧

-they both gush abt their partners so bad they’re twirling their hair kicking their feet giggling in tandem about how in love they are

-one time nance and eddie were in family video after close, sitting on the counter and sippin sodas while robin and steve hauled heavy boxes around just enjoying the show. they’re both like “so are u guys gonna help or” and they’re both like “no❤️‍🔥” while watching them do heavywork all lovesick

-eddie starts bar fights and nancy finishes them

-idk why i envision them going to concerts together? robin doesn’t like the sensory environment and steve just can’t really get behind eddie’s favorite music but nancy actually likes it when she gives it an honest try and they absolutely carve through the pit to hit barricade (nancy’s stepping on feet and eddie is throwing ELBOWS) and when they get to barricade eddie’s clinging onto that shit for dear LIFE with nancy between his arms and they r LIVING‼️‼️‼️

-i think stobin and eddancy fake dating seven husbands of evelyn hugo style is real

-i feel like they talk about books together but they have very little overlap so its more explaining their fave books to each other all the time and it works

okay thats all for now but i rlly enjoy them