Cheesecake that would make Tumblr rage - Thread #5: The Triggering

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NOW KISS

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Reminder that Phaidor did nothing wrong.

Why doesn't John Carter just nut up and fuck them both? How many times has he saved Mars? He can do what he wants!

If you read the books, you could tell he wanted to tear up Phaidor's ass since he describes her as absolutely hot in his narration. But alas, he is faithful to his wife as a Southern gentleman is expected to be.

She fucked Animal Man's son?

Do it, faggot.

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take your pony shit from our pin-up thread

No

Now for some lovely art from Mariah Benes, High Shitlady of the Benes family!

She really likes Amazons, apparently.

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And she likes Kryptonian qts, too.

You know they fucked. Don't deny it.

Mariah Benes seems to lean towards DC. Not that I'm complaining.

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I realize I had a whole folder of Princess Leia in slave bikini I didn't use in this thread or previous ones. Time to fix that.

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I'd like to ask her what is it like drawing such lewd females? I wonder if people take a look at her art and say that only a horny virgin would draw this.

They replaced Princess Leia with an androgynous twig with a man-chin and it makes me sad.

She'd probably tell you that it's very fun and lucrative. The Benes family pretty much makes their living drawing cheesecake. And they've gotten very good at it.

I realize its not the same thing, but at least we always have cosplay girls.

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Nice. This is the sculpture that Adam Hughes designed, right?

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Fun fact: Paul Dini's wife is pretty much Zatanna, down to the career and favored outfits.

If If you do that, I request a classier one with Bruce later.

A classier written story or classier sex?

Don't let this thread sink in!

Why does she have those things always on her nipples? Are they glued on? Or is it held in place by magnets and nipple piercings? Or could it be american culture of hypocritical faggotry?

1. She's from Mars and that's the fashion of Mars

2. She's from Mars and are held on by whatever Martians use to hold on such things.

3. You're a faggot.

1. Fashion of Mars was made up by American and influenced by American idiocy

2. Barsoom isn't Glorantha or similar shit, real life physics and chemistry still applies in wast majority of cases and there aren't that many ways of keeping these things on nipples

3. Outside of USA, we don't get hard everytime we see a nipple

In the books she is completely naked. Everyone in the book is naked, even John Carter.

When they made the comics and other promotional art, they couldn't have the characters naked, so to keep the idea they gave the characters the least ammount of clothes possible. Wich is why Dejah Thoris is always only covering her nipples and John Carter is usually only using a thong.

Well, that explains why eurpoor birthrates are low and why you're bringing in mudslimes to shore up the population deficit.

Who was stoping them? American department of decency and christian values?

Both!

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Man, these ones are beautiful even in a non-sexual way. I rarely see this effort with new comic and webcomic artists nowadays.

That is because fan artists are the only one with any passion left.

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I most certainly will not, user! This thread is my muse, my flame!

In fact, here is some artwork from my personal favorite shitlord, Fred Benes!

Working on both stories as we speak, user! Might take a while, though. I'm a rather slow writer.

More of our favorite slutty alien princess!

Back to this thread's roots! Here's some Zatanna, Mistress of Magic!

Paul Dina gets to fug the closest thing the real world will ever get to Zatanna.

Lucky Bastard!

Legs and fishnets for miles!

Kryptonian Waifu, why you break my pelvis?

Clark must have amazing willpower as to not even try to continue the Kryptonian race!

Either that, or he's a normal, well-adjusted person who doesn't even consider incest in the first place.

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I love young heroines. I will get older, but they will stay the same age!

Black Canary, Fishnet Queen!

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Gotham Girls!

Look up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's everyone's favorite busty superheroine with a backstory that's almost as fucked as Hawkman's!

I know about the threat of jinxing things, but I really love the fact that Power Girl is relatively untouched by the SJW cancer.

She has: Lovely blonde hair, big blue eyes, world class breasts, ass that won't quit, and legs that go all the way up!

It's not incest if it's with your clone.

Power Girl is very close with her fellow Leaguers.

I know what you're thinking, but you know the rule: never stick your dick in crazy.

One of them fucks jail-bait, the other is jail-bait.

As I said before, the fapfiction featuring Wondy is still in the works.

I know the one with Bruce is supposed to be classy, but does anyone have any suggestions for the one with the privileged fratbro chad?

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Is it just me or is it only three anons keeping this thread alive at most, including myself?

It sure seems like it, user. And speaking as the OP for all 5 of these cheesecake threads, it is kinda disappointing. But I suppose there's only so much discussion one can have over cheesecake.

That, and I'm pretty sure most people who come to this thread come with intention of fapping.

I'd dump some stuff, but pretty much all I have has been saved from these threads.

Cheesecake is nice and all but I want more actual nudity.

I am fine with it either way.

ew

Want some help?

No, I think we're fine

While I'm not averse to mlp shit, some people will get mad if there isn't some prime capeshit cheesecake.

Enjoy.

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Behold! Everyone's favorite genderbent clone of a more popular male superhero!

…And everyone's favorite mutant waifu that you can never, ever touch or else you'll die!

Worth it!

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Time to help this thread with some Simon Bisley art.

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UNF

He makes some very hot chicks. Man, call me a nostalgiafag, but I miss the old times where comic artists tried to be metal instead of PC.

Someone is dying really happy here!

muh dick

I don't think anybody here on this thread would disagree with this statement at all.

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why is her ass chained too?

Well that's just magnificent. Me and my penis thank you, user.

Does he have an artbook I can buy?

Does it need a reason?

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Nah, its just an weird placement.

Sadly I don't much more pics on me to keep this threads alive anymore.

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Writefag, any progress?

Work has taken over my life. I am but a shell of an user.

And yet, I endure.

Fapfiction is coming, user.

It's finally here, you pervs! Writefag/OP brings you the first part of his new fapfiction!

It's not much but it's something!

STORYTIME

"The Patron of Aphrodite"

Synopsis: Diana of Themyscira finds life in Man's World to be lonely, especially since she can't seem to compromise her amazonian views with the world's vision of romance. Aphrodite decides to help her patron, with some assistance from Ares.

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It had started out as a fun little game. Now it had become more of a ritual. People watching, following the petty lives of the people of Earth from their comfy spot in the clouds. The other gods looked down upon the practice.

“It’s intrusive,” they would tell her. “Unbecoming of a God of the Greek Pantheon.”

She ignored them of course. People watching wasn’t nearly as bad as direct divine intervention, something she knew the others were quite fond of… back when the Pantheon was in its prime at least.

Damned hypocrites, Aphrodite thought as she lounged upon her silk bedsheets, her eyes locked on the world below. A nude Ares slumbered beside her, his muscled chest rising and falling. Brother and sister they were, a joining that the mortal world would surely curse as sinful. But by what right could the mortals judge the gods?

Besides, it’s not like Zeus had any issues regarding blood ties when choosing a bedmate…

With a pout, the Goddess of Love, Desire, and Beauty watched the denizens of the mortal plane scurry about their short lives. One individual in particular had most of her attention. The only woman in the world who could come close to matching the Goddess’ beauty.

Diana of Themyscira.

The Wonder Woman, Aphrodite noted with a smirk. What’s happening in your life today, Protector of Man’s World? Or rather, what isn’t happening?

It was sad really, almost pathetic, that one of the most beautiful women in the world was leading a life of loneliness, devoid of affection and physical pleasure – save, of course, for the particularly cold nights when the Amazonian princess couldn’t bear to do anything but satisfy herself.

It was sad really, almost pathetic, that one of the most beautiful women in the world was leading a life of loneliness, devoid of affection and physical pleasure – save, of course, for the particularly cold nights when the Amazonian princess couldn’t bear to do anything but satisfy herself.

It should have offended the divine manifestation of love and sex, the very notion that a creature of such allure and femininity would waste her life away without experiencing the pleasures of the flesh. In fact, it did. A first, Aphrodite was angered, no, enraged that one of her patrons would deny herself what all people naturally desire. It was quite the experience, watching Diana go about her two lives as businesswoman and superhero, watching her spend night after night in a lavish-but-empty apartment, sleeping in a cold bed with no one around to warm her through the night.

But damn if it wasn’t entertaining. A train wreck, certainly, but entertaining. It was something else, almost humorous to witness the new and nonsensical reasons Diana would concoct as to not take a man to bed.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend,” She would say before going home and losing herself in a couple rented romantic comedies.

“I haven’t met anyone special just yet,” She would joke before spending an evening reading a trashy erotic novel.

“Young women everywhere look up to me. I have to show them they don’t need a man to complete them,” She would declare before lying awake at night, staring at the empty half of her kind-sized bed.

The same spiel had been repeated for years, ever since she came to the world of Patriarchy. Aphrodite was in awe of the woman’s willpower, the thought of going so long without the company of a nice, strong man only coming the Goddess in the form of nightmares.

Impressive, certainly, but still Aphrodite could not abide it. One of her own patrons choosing to be celibate? She could not allow that. When she gave the Amazon a part of her own beauty, it was supposed to be used for exactly as it was intended: to help ease the pillars of Amazonian culture into minds of men through love and warmth. It was not meant to turn her patron into godsdamned cocktease!

Diana of Themyscira desperately needed to get laid.

And Aphrodite was going to help make that happen.

Can anyone recommend some cheesecake comics? Lots of tits and ass is preferred.

"Empowered" is good for that, if you like that art style.

The new Starfire book has lots of cheesecake, I've heard.

You can never go wrong with Power Girl (with Amanda Connor's art).

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Go on…

Hey neato I was slightly horny and this hit the spot. I will start dumping in just a moment.
Any requests?

moar

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As you wish, user!

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Diana straightened out her bustier, shifting the silver Ws until they were perfectly in place. Appearances were everything after all. For a school full of young ladies getting ready to take on the world, Wonder Woman needed to look more than inspiring. She needed to look like a true role model, with nary a hair out of place: the image of female perfection.

The amazon stepped back and gazed into the mirror, appraising the woman looking back at her. A true aristocrat’s face, with full lips, a pert nose, high cheeks, and striking blue eyes. Long, lustrous black hair, falling down her shoulder and back in gentle waves. And lower, she took in her womanly body: long, athletic legs, her skin as smooth as a newborn’s bottom. Wide, feminine hips, the delicious curve of which capable of driving even the Batman mad. A flat belly, delightfully toned (and yet not quite muscled like a man’s). Full breasts, perky despite their size, yet visibly supple, begging for the ravenous touch of a man’s mouth…

Diana blinked. That had been odd. Normally, such carnal thoughts were kept in check. She was an Amazon warrior of Themyscira, not some hormonal young woman who couldn’t look at a strapping man without going starry-eyed.

With a purse of her lips, the Woman of Wonder pushed the tawdry ideas from her mind. She looked herself over again, watching the mirror with a clinical eye.

Boots: polished.

Legs: waxed.

Skirt: pressed and cleaned.

Bustier: fitted.

Bracers: shined.

Hair: done.

The final piece had yet to be applied, she remembered. The lipstick was a deep, cherry red, turning her plump lips, once naturally beautiful, into pillowy things that would inspire the dreams of men for ages to come.

Men, she thought with something that was pointedly not disappointment. There’s going to be young men at the assembly as well, she remembered. I might as well give the boys something to gawk at while I’m inspiring their female classmates, Diana rationalized as she cupped her bosom and pushed her tits higher. The resulting cleavage was deep, cavernous even, the top swells of her bust almost spilling out over the silver Ws like a sea of pale flesh.

The delicious bane of man: a nice pair of tits.

The Amazon turned, taking in her profile. The sudden movement caused a not-so-tiny jiggle of her womanly form. She smirked at that, a bit too satisfied. Perhaps she was not entirely free of vanity as she once claimed.

Ass: fantastic.

Breasts: enormous.

Wonder Woman: knockout.

Glancing into the mirror for a final time, Diana Prince strutted out onto her apartment’s balcony. With the light afternoon breeze flowing through her hair, the Amazon lifted into the air. By will alone, she flew – silently praying that the wind wouldn’t mess up all her hard work.

That school wants Wonder Woman? That school is sure as Hades getting Wonder Woman.

“So… that’s it? You’re making her horny?”

Aphrodite nodded but kept her eyes firmly glued on the Amazon. It was surely an experience for her, he realized, watching her influence slowly but surely affect her most prized patron. She was not going to miss even a moment, not even for the hunk of a man known as Ares.

He didn’t quite like that idea.

The God of War frowned at his fellow Goddess, his displeasure at being ignored infecting the very air around him. Crossing his arms, he leaned back into his marble seat, turning his own eyes on the woman who had so totally captured his lover’s attention.

She was beautiful, gorgeous, a “dime” as some mortals would say. Tall, leggy, athletic – but not too buff as to look butch. No, Diana of Themyscira had the body of a woman, with wide hips meant for a man to hold as he mounted her… Long hair for a man to pull as he thrust into her… A well-formed rear, heart-shaped, meant for slapping, spanking…

His manhood – or rather, his godhood – stirred in his lap, swelling further with every thought that passed through his mind. Thoughts of sweaty skin, soft lips, bouncing breasts, feminine moans… The God of War did his best to ignore his stiffening cock. It was beneath his position to be felled by what plagued all young boys.

Ares was loathe to admit it, but Wonder Woman was exactly that. At least in terms of beauty…

If the Amazon wasn’t such an enormous fucking hypocrite, I might have made her one of my patrons, Ares thought with a grimace. Claim that you’re for peace, but go around knocking heads with your godlike strength. The loops her mind must be going through to justify it herself…

And now there she was, preaching her nonsensical views to an auditorium full of impressionable young minds, corrupting them into believing her schlock.

“Every red-blooded man in that room wants to fuck her,” Aphrodite giggle, resting her head on her hands. “Teachers, students… You have no idea how many boners are just primed to pop Wondy’s cherry.”

“I’m guessing it’s a lot.”

“And she knows, too. Maybe not, like, in the forefront of her mind… but deep down, in the cavewoman part of her brain, Miss Feminist Princess down there knows what she’s doing to those poor boys and she likes it. I can feel it, Ares! She’s just as horny as they are! She primed and ready to blow and that’s all me, man of mine!”

“At some point she has to break, you said it yourself.” He said.

Aphrodite gave him a mischievous little smile, her tongue snaking out to gloss over her lips. “No one, not even the Sensational Wonder Woman, can last against my influence. I’m a base need, baby, just like hunger. The real question is: can she last to the end of her little speech?”

Ares smirked at that.

At the very least I get to watch the Amazon debase herself, he thought leaning forward to get a better view.

After all, this was a show he didn’t want to miss.

Nice job, user.

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This Silva guy is a real human bean.

Who's the artist for #3 please?

bump to read

All is well, user. Proceed.

I couldn't find it, sadly.

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It's alright. I found out from the partial signature that the artist is Carlos Silva.

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Really? That pic looks nothing like his style. I've posted plenty of Silva's artwork in this thread you can easily tell with looking at other pics.
Such as the 1st one here
3rd one
2nd one
5th one

Whoops. Just checked my original comment again and saw that it said #3. I've been thinking about #5 this whole time.

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Nice

Every Friday we have more!

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Looks like she is getting raped.

Guys I'm just getting into comics.

I've already found Boundless but who are other good publishers for this sort of content?

I really like erotic covers, minimal but cohesive story, and needless but well done erotic content.

I was going to say Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose, but personally that veered into disturbing territory at times. Not my cup of tea, but it could be yours…

Oh dear, you're that user (>>610730) from the Erotica thread, aren't you?

You need to take your meds, or get some prescribed.

Yep, that's his cup of tea.

We got a gay ass pony hat and not this
fuck my life.

nope

Dejah got raped a lot in the books tbh.

Some Fred Benes Cheesecake to tide you fellas over until I post the rest of the Wondy fapfic.

Fred is such a shitlord, holy fuck

I'm hard

Even harder

Absolutely Erect

I must fug

W E W

L A D

I need fapfic where MJ catches Black Cat breaking into her house, they tussle and eventually end up in that position… then they fuck.

As well, I love these threads but I'm always disappointed in lack of quality rule 34 on the Internet of characters like Batgirl and Rogue

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YES

Here's a story that I completely forgot I had on my computer. This should also tide you over until I finish the rest of The Patron of Aphrodite

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Multiverse Collapse: The Spider and The Cat

Night in Manhattan. The sky above was cloudless, glittering with countless stars. The city below? It glowed bright, spires of concrete and glass and metal illuminated from within. Cars flooded the streets, engines rumbling.

The City That Never Sleeps.

Felicia crouched on her perch, smiling down on the unaware citizens below. Beside her sat a monstrous gargoyle, frozen in stone, snarling with a gaping, toothy maw. The Black Cat slinked away from her stone-faced friend, gracefully crossing the thin ledge on silent feet. With a push on her toes, the Cat rose up, up, onto the ledge just above, then even higher from there. She launched herself high, flipping over the concrete barrier and landed perfectly on all fours.

She breathed deeply, her pronounced bosom straining against the thin material of her glossy black catsuit. The zipper was pulled down low, just above her belly button, revealing large, milky white breasts threatening to spill free. The two pale globes were pushed together, creating deep cleavage that anything could get lost in. It was enough to distract even the most steel-willed of security guards, the Cat knew for certain. Her favored getup had gotten her out of more than a few close calls, perhaps more so than her own skills as a hot little sneak-thief.

Time and time again, luck had proven to be on her side.

No sweat broken, the Busty Thief noted with a smirk.

From the roof of the building, Felicia could see almost all of Manhattan sprawled out before her, shining with the youthful vigor of New York nightlife.

It looked exactly the same as it had yesterday, but Felicia knew better. Likely none of it was the same. Reed Richards had warned her, warned everyone, that their worlds were going to change.

The Great Multiverse Collapse of 2020 was what they were calling it. Infinite parallel universes with infinite different Earths all going through some kind of cosmic event, that was the gist of what she got from Richard's explanation during his TV interview. A cosmic event that would result in people and places from different Earths getting stuck on other Earths.

It was quite literally a clusterfuck of cosmic proportions.

She felt it happen. Everyone had felt it happen. They had to have felt it. The feeling of weightlessness, of feeling like dust in the wind, that brief moment where she felt like nothing at all. And the feeling of self rushing back like a damned freight train. It was like getting slammed back into her body at 100 plus miles per hour, but the disorientation lasted for but a moment - no, less than a moment.

So there she stood, looking out over her city, wondering whether her home had changed or if it was even her home at all.

For all Felicia knew, she had just been jacked across the mulitverse to an Earth where everyone was gay. It was a very real possibility that the Spider had been the last cock she was ever going to have. Sure, the Black Cat wasn't averse to spending the odd evening with the fairer sex. Felicia had experiment enough in college to decide that she enjoyed women almost as much as men. It wasn't as if she would be sex-starved for the rest of her life. But still, the thought frightened her: A world without a man who had the balls to throw her down on the bed and pull out his-

Felicia shook her head, once-pale cheeks flushed rosy red. Her nipples had pebbled, poking through the tight fabric of her suit. It was almost embarrassing. It had been too long since the night with the Spider, she was starting to worry about the prospect of no more cock.

With a frown, she turned her eyes back onto the concrete jungle.

She survived the cosmic orgy to end all cosmic orgies and her priorities were simple.

"I need to get laid," Felicia Hardy sighed.

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The would-be mugger struggled against his bindings, cursing loudly as he thrashed and twisted to no avail. He turned his angry eyes on the figure before him, from his mouth spilling a series of racially charged epithets.

From behind his mask, Peter could only bring himself to smile. He loved when criminals got like this, kicking and screaming as he brought them to the police station's front door. There was more than a little satisfaction, Peter found, in watching their swagger and confidence melt away to fear and anger and blubbering tears.

With this particular charming gentleman, it was anger, boiling rage frothing from his fat, pink lips.

It was Spider-Man's duty to stroke the fire.

"I know this may sound like a crazy idea to you," Peter said, cutting the thug off. "But just hear me out, okay? Instead of relieving the honest people of this town of their hard-earned money, you could, oh I don't know… Get a job?"

The restrained black man scowled at the red-and-blue webslinger, struggling even harder against the synthetic webbing.

"You annoying as hell and racist!" He cried, kicking his legs wildly in a vain attempt to strike at the wall-crawling wise-cracker.

"Hey, I could be black under this mask, pal! You don't even know!" Peter shot back, his smirk evident in his mocking voice. Spider-Man crossed his arms, leaning back against the opposite alley wall.

"Who you foolin'?" The street tough spat. "You talk white and you act white. You ain't got nothin' better to do than web up a brotha! Shit!"

"The armed mugging, the sagging pants, the defilement of the English language, the cornrows!" Spider-Man listed off, capping his rant with a palm-slap to the forehead. "Hoo, boy! You just love living down to stereotypes, don't you? I thought guys like you were offensive caricatures conjured up by stuffy republicans! And yet here you are!"

The mugger spat at Spidey's feet, missing by a good meter. "You just hate us 'cuz our dicks is bigger! Imma fuck yo white bitch mommy while you at school, boy!"

Spider-Man scratched his head. "You just started talking about your genitalia and my mom out of nowhere. I really don't know what to say. Are you for real? Are you a real, actual person? Because you sound like a skrull pretending to be a black guy! I mean, I get that the multiverse clusterfuck was supposed to make things all weird and stuff, but you are something else entirely."

"Multiverse Clusterfuck? Is that what the kids are calling it now?" A smooth, feminine voice called out from above.

Peter sensed her before he saw her, felt her dropping down from the fire escape to his left. He turned to take a gander at his new arrival and was met with the sight of a teenage boy's dreams. Legs for miles, hips with curves that would make any man bend, deliciously flat tummy, world-class tits with cleavage deeper than the Marianas Trench, and a strikingly beautiful face framed with platinum blonde hair with eyes that sent a jolt right down to his cock. All of of it clad in a tight, glossy black catsuit that hid not an inch of her knockout body.

The Black Cat. A far more generously endowed Black Cat, to be specific.

Confronted with perfect physical beauty, Peter Parker's first reaction was to be a wise-ass. As was natural per the Parker fuck-up tradition.

"Well that's what Johnny Storm called it when he discovered the infinite parallel universes were going to have their little cosmic orgy." The arachnid-themed superhero was wincing as the final words left his mouth.

"Damn, you a fine-ass white bitc-"

THWIP!

"Be polite," Spider-Man warned him.

The thug could only give a muffled shout as a response.

The new arrival laughed, her voice feminine and rich and stirring something deep inside Peter he hadn't felt since Mary Jane Watson.

"Still the funny man, I see," She said, strutting towards him like a model on a runway, heeled boots clicking against the ground with every step. All she was doing was walking and Peter could feel himself growing hard. "It's nice to know some things haven't changed."

"In your eyes, maybe…" Spider-Man told the approaching woman. "You've changed since the last time we met, Cat. Can someone say growth spurt?"

Black Cat hummed, regarding the hero with amusement. The beauty smiled at him, a hammer blow to his young heart. "Taller than what you're used to?"

"Taller," Spider-Man affirmed, nervously rubbing the back of his head. "More developed… You're hair's nice."

"Aw, you noticed!" She cooed, fluffing her platinum curls.

"Hard not to."

There was a flash in her eyes then, a flicker of something primal that made Peter gulp. He had seen that look before, from Liz, from Betty… It was a like a switch had been turned, a key word voiced to change the Cat into a hungry beast. The caveman part of his brain new there was no backing out of this.

Not that he even wanted to…

"Speaking of hard…" Cat trailed off, biting her cherry red lip. Her eyes dropped down to his waist, then lower… "You seem happy to see me, Spider. The feeling is mutual."

Spider-Man nodded silently, his mask hiding his burning red cheeks.

"To be perfectly honest, Slinger, I'm not big on swiping the green off of stuffed suits tonight. The multiverse collapsed and the world is kinda fucked up. But we're alive," Black Cat closed the distance between them and only then did Spider-Man realize that this world's Cat was actually a little taller than him. Her half-exposed breasts brushed against his chest, the white fur trim tickling him even through the suit. Clawed fingers gently traced his jaw, driving him near wild. One hooked itself under his mask and pulled it up slowly, exposing pale skin and young lips.

"Come home with me tonight, Spider. The city can take care of itself. You and I are alive, and we're going to celebrate by living." She whispered hotly against his mouth.

Then she kissed him and the world around them faded away. There was no New York, no grimy alleyways. There was only the Cat. And her soft, warm tongue…

They made sure to drop off the loudmouth thug at the nearest police station before heading back to Cat's place.

It was a nice enough apartment, Peter was sure of that. Cat didn't really give him an abundance of time to take in her digs before she had him sprawled back on her couch. The couch itself was comfortable enough, probably expensive. Peter hoped Cat knew enough not to ruin her furniture with stains, but as the busty burglar began to tug down his leggings, any regard he held for her furnishings were quickly shoved to the far back of his young mind.

With a sharp tug, his red and blue pants were down around his thighs. His cock sprang up, hard as stone and growing harder. Cat snatched it up quickly, a gloved hand wrapping around the base of her favorite toy. Mindful of her sharp claws, she stroked him gently, up and down, up and down, in slow lazy motions. He was her toy and she would play with him however she wished.

"Nice to see you haven't changed at all. I've missed you, handsome…" Cat sang sweetly, planting a soft kiss to Peter's swollen head. Her tongue snaked out to flick across the tip, just so, making Peter's breath catch in his throat.

"And he's missed you," Peter managed to quip, grinning down at them.

Cat snorted, rolling her eyes as she lifted his shaft, exposing his balls.

"Don't think I've forgotten about you two," She cooed, her head dipping down. She took them both into her mouth, her tongue wild yet soothing, rolling around them, under them, between them. She bathed his balls in warm saliva, massaging them both with her skilled mouth, making Peter grunt and moan.

"Jesus, Cat. You've really missed me."

Slurping away from his balls, Cat breathed heatedly, milky cleavage rising and falling, straining against the dark, shiny fabric.

"No more talking, Spider," She ordered before running her tongue up the bottom of his thick cock. "No more jokes tonight. Just stay quiet and let Cat take care of you…"

She dipped down low again, this time taking his manhood into her mouth.

Warm, wet, and soft. She caressed him, stroked him, fucked him, lips and tongue working his cock as if they had done it countless times before.

As with the kiss, the world seemed to slip away, all the dirty streets and grimy alleys slipping away until there was only him and the Cat.

The kiss had been electrifying.

This was intoxicating.

It didn't take very long for Peter to reach his end. He warned her, hands gripping the couch so tight his fingers tore at the fabric. But the Cat was merciless, sucking him and sucking him until his release came boiling up like an angry volcano. With gritted teeth, he erupted into her sweet mouth. A flood of scalding hot cum, fresh from his virile young balls and still she devoured him, sucking him eagerly, greedily, lovingly until not a drop remained. And even after, she licking him clean, running her tongue demurely along his still-hard shaft.

The world most certainly changed, Peter thought. I've been plucked from my world and dropped right into heaven. This must be how Mr. Stark feels every day…

"Jesus, Cat…" He exhaled weakly.

"Don't you even think about falling asleep, Spider." She told him sternly, stroking him back to full mast.

Peter managed a nod and smile, and Cat smirked in return, still pumping his cock.

"The night is still young, Slinger. And I'm not nearly done with your fine ass…"

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I was planning on writing more of this story, but that will be after I finish the Wonder Woman fapfic.

Its Friday, bitches. That means more HUEfags dumps.

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Aw hell yeh

This is very good for my eyes

You are welcome. And its still not over.

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You're ImCIA! I knew that username and pic must have been a *chan reference.

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Good.

Your Spidey dialogue is perfectly in-character, by the way. It's a good part of what makes this work.

Where does the term cheesecake come from? None of these women even remotely resemble a cheese-cake

Glad you liked it, user. I'm still finishing up the Wondy fapfic and I want to wait until it's done so I can post the rest in one dump. That one won't be quite as in-character, but that's because Aphrodite and Ares are fanning the flames from their seats in the clouds.

Should be fun reading about Wondy growing increasingly cock-hungry…

In a school full of virile, horny young men…

It's simple.

Cheesecakes are good.

And so are beautiful, scantily clad women.

Boom. That one was free.

Damn this thread has been pretty deserted.

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Maybe everyone's too busy jerking off to post anything.

We're waiting on our writefag to bring his material to the table while also fapping.

readcomiconline.to/Comic/Tarot-Witch-of-the-Black-Rose/Issue-1?id=29233

Behold: Cheesecake, The Comicbook

WRITEFAG RETURNS

The assembly had felt much longer than half-an-hour. Sam never once believed that just sitting down and listening could be such an arduous experience. But today wasn’t the first time he had been proven wrong.

Wonder Woman had come to their school. A special treat arranged by the Principal herself for all the students’ hard work. Now, Sam was never one of those cynical asshole types who hated everything and everyone, but he wasn’t a hero fanboy either. And he just couldn’t find much of a reason to get excited over being crammed into an auditorium to listen to a superheroine talk about… things.

God, I zoned out for the whole fucking thing, didn’t I?

The lunchtime bell continued the tradition of being the sound of deliverance. Sam couldn’t escape the auditorium fast enough.

Grabbing a tray for himself and filling it with what the school called “food”, the young man sought out a secluded table at the far end of the lunchroom. Plopping himself down in a huff, his mind began the mental process of purging the boredom from his body, restoring to it the usual youthful vigor.

As it was such an engaging mental workout, Sam almost didn’t notice the friend that had sat down across from him. Lance had his arms crossed, smiling in that usual mischievous way, like there was a joke that only he knew the punchline to. He stared across the table at Sam, almost expectantly, and slowly the smile gave way to a look that almost resembled concern.

“So…” Lance started, furrowing his brow. “I guess we’re just not going to talk about it?”

Sam frowned. “Talk about what?”

“The speech,” Lance answered, smiling again. “What else?”

“What’s there to talk about?” Sam used his spoon to poke at what he believed to be mashed potatoes. “We all heard what she said. A lot of talk about empowerment and “breaking through barriers”. I’m going to be honest here, Lance, I don’t think that speech was directed towards us lowly dudefolk.”

“Well yeah, obviously! No shit! Wonder Woman’s all about that feminism crap,” Lance dismissed those thoughts with a wave of his hand. “But I’m not talking about her speech. I’m talking about her speech.”

Sam raised a single brow. “You lost me.”

“Oh, come on! The speech! The way she talked! Her body language!” Lance laughed, running a hand through his blonde hair. “Wonder Woman was horny as fuck, dude!”

Sam sat up straight, a patronizing grin etched on his face. “I think your hormones are acting up again, son.”

Lance pointed at Sam accusingly. “She was eye-fucking every guy in that auditorium! How could you not notice that?”

“To be perfectly honest, I sort of zoned out once the wage gap came up.”

“So, you missed all of it?” Lance looked aghast. “You couldn’t even be bothered to notice her huge tits? Those puppies were fucking out there, dude! Deepest cleavage I’ve ever seen! Must have been using a magical Amazonian push-up bra or something! I’m surprised they let her on campus dressed the way she was!”

Sam couldn’t help but wince. It was just his luck that he’d miss something like that. He tried imagining Wonder Woman standing up there, visibly struggling to keep her composure and not start fingering herself right up there on the stage. But, like all teenage boys, his mind could only do so much.

“What do you want me to say, man?” Sam shrugged, his hands thrown up in defeat.

“Well, for starters…” Lance said, disappointment lacing his words. “You can finally admit that you’re a eunuch.”

Sam flipped him off. “I’ll have you know, I have an abundance of manhood.”

“Eh?” Befuddlement fell across Lance’s sharp features.

“I’ve got a big dick.” Sam clarified.

“Oh. TMI, dude… Fag.”

“And for the record…” Sam shoveled a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. “I did notice her huge tits. They were fantastic.”

It was a lie, but Sam would rather be a liar than a eunuch.

“A thirty minute assembly and all you could take away from it were her huge tits?” A shrill voice grated into Sam’s eardrums. Sam didn’t need to look to know who it was. He didn’t want to look. He much preferred that his lunch remain in his stomach. “I can’t really say I expected much from you, but you still managed to disappoint.”

“Is this a new tumblr thing? Just cutting into private conversations?” Sam asked, keeping his eyes on his food. The blob of not-mashed potatoes was a more pleasing sight than Alyssa Lieberman.

“Jesus Christ, I didn’t even see her coming this time,” Lance whispered. “That’s impressive. You know… because she’s so fat.”

Sam did know, all too well. There was no teenage girl on the planet with a bigger chip on her shoulder. And there was no teenage girl prouder for being the size of a small moon.

“Suck my clit, fuckboy.” From the sound of her heavy breathing, it was clear that the simple act of flinging verbal abuse had taken some energy out of the rotund girl.

“Watch out, Sam,” Lance warned him, voice quivering in mock worry. “Her wit is unparalleled.”

With a sigh, Sam turned in his seat. She filled his vision, the picture of militant internet activism. Her gelatinous form jiggled without restraint from even the slightest movement, visible even under her shirt. Printed across her misshaped chest were the words “DIE CIS SCUM”.

Swallowing his disgust, Sam forced an effort to be civil. “Can we not do this during lunch, Alyssa? This is supposed to be a time of peace and contemplation and wondering what the hell this food is even supposed to be. If you’d just wait until after school, I’d be positively delighted to listen to you talk about the male gaze and toxic masculinity.”

Alyssa snorted, her chins seemingly expanding as she gave them a smile with all the sweetness of a gas station restroom.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t waste my valuable time with you two cretins.”

“But you’re wasting time with us now…” Lance noted with a grin.

“I heard you two fuckfaces reducing Wonder Woman to a pair of tits, so I felt it was my obligation to remind you that those tits accomplished more than you ever will. Plus, Princess Diana comes from Paradise Island, an all-female culture. She’s a lesbian, dipshit!” Alyssa placed her hands on her hips – or rather, she attempted to – looking upon the two boys as if their egos had been dealt a deathblow. “You have less than a zero percent chance with her! And even if she was straight, your micro-penis wouldn’t exactly impress a woman like her. Think about that before you two pissbabies spew bullshit about her “huge tits”.”

With surprising speed, the sneering mountain of a girl reached out and snatched up Sam’s fruit cup… And dumped it over his head. Cold juice rained down over his face, his eyes reflexively snapping shut. Damp hair stuck to his forehead, the young man growing tense as he felt the cool, sticky liquid run down his back.

He didn’t see Alyssa leave, but he could hear her lumber away. Sam could easily visualize her fat, smug face smirking at her handy work. The thought was but fuel for the fire. A fire that Sam had become adept at controlling.

Wiping the juice from his face, Sam grit his teeth and threw Lance an even smile.

See? I’m alright. Just some juice. No problem.

Lance was less than impressed.

“You know, you could tell a teacher about that. Hell, you could fight back if you wanted. She barely counts as a girl, I don’t think people would mind watching her get a black eye.”

Sam shook his head. The thoughts of going to town on Alyssa were tempting, but they had to remain as exactly that: thoughts.

“Nah, man. I’m eighteen. She’s a junior. I’d rather not get arrested for assaulting a minor. Plus, if I told a teacher, they’d just send us both to the Principal’s Office and make us write apology letters to each other.”

Lance crossed his arms, jaw set. “Just turn the other cheek, huh?”

“It’s only juice,” Sam told him, licking his lips. “I’ve got some spare shirts in my gym locker and there’s still time to shower before next period.”

Lance seemed to accept that, albeit reluctantly.

“See you after class, then.”

Sam nodded, rose from his seat and started for the locker rooms.

I actually liked this shirt, too… Crazy bitch…

Playing to the gallery, I see. Still fun, though.

Let me guess, the Mountain will bear witness to the act.

Nope. I just needed a reason to get Sam into the locker room, so I thought "what the hell, might as well throw a few potshots at tumblr feminists". I don't really like the character and don't want to use her more than I need to.

Very well, Holla Forumsmrades, the question of always: fuck, marry, kill.

Pictures posted in order

Wonder Woman, because it's a guarantee she knows how to use her kegels
Babs, before she became the embodiment that is current batgirl hipster
Black Canary, she's a cunt

Diana was surrounded. Enemies on all sides, closing in. Their scent was heavy in the air, suffocating her. The scent of men. Earthy, musky, strong… unmistakable.

It was intoxicating, so much that Diana found herself holding her breath. She feared a single whiff would make her head spin.

They were teachers, coaches… one of them was quite young… a student teacher, perhaps? All of them male, all of their attention on her.

She had thought her ordeal on stage had been unbearable, forcing out her speech as lust and need slowly crept its way through her body, slithering into her very core. She hadn’t noticed until it was too late, until her nipples hardened, pressing against the cold, silver “W”s of her bustier. She had gotten wet, right up there on the stage, before a crowd of hundreds of students, and only the Gods knew why.

She finished her speech – by the Gods, she ought to have an Academy Award for acting natural through the whole thing – and she got out the message she wanted to send to those impressionable school girls, but the worst had yet to come.

The thoughts, lewd, carnal visions, they came next. Thoughts of men, strong men, naked men, and thoughts of Diana herself laying with those men. They came to her like a wave, flooding into her unsuspecting mind.

Why? Why now, she wondered as she desperately searched for the exit. Moving quickly, the Amazonian Princess slipped out into a deserted hallway. Perhaps, she believed, she could have slipped away without anyone noticing and taken care of her problem in the privacy of her hotel room.

A fool’s hope. Dressed the way I was, this was bound to happen. How could any man not notice the Woman of Wonder?

And notice her, they certainly did. A group of school faculty members caught right outside the gymnasium. Diana couldn’t blow them off, not when she was an invited guest.

But simply blowing them, however…

Diana bit her tongue, silencing the thought.

The men before her were speaking intently, all wide eyes and wide smiles, but Diana was worlds away. She was fighting a battle of the mind, a battle of will versus desire.

A battle the men would likely pray for her to lose.

They want to fuck me, Diana concluded, digging her nails into the skin of her palm. They all want to fuck me.

She could smell it on them, in the air. Their arousal was potent, visibly straining against their khaki work pants. She eyed them subtly, the cocks that were so cruelly imprisoned within their trousers, suffocating in their cloth prisons. Her body ached deliciously and it took the willpower of every Green Lantern and more to keep her from touching her clit right then.

…And I think I want to fuck them, too.

She needed to escape. Now.

“It was truly a pleasure to come and speak to your wonderful students, but I’m afraid I must excuse myself for a moment,” Diana interrupted with a forced smile, not un-gently brushing through the ring of men that had surrounded her. “Pardon me.”

Rounding the corner, she made long, quick strides, her heels clicking, clicking, clicking…

Gods, what is happening to me?

She would never make it back to the hotel. Her skin cried out to her, yearning to be touched, her breasts begging to be cupped and kneaded. Her blood sang, her heart drumming against her ribcage. Diana needed release.

Hera, forgive me…

She looked around frantically, eyes darting about for anything that could provide privacy.

Then she saw it.

“Locker Rooms”

Perfect.

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“You know, I thought she was going to drop to her knees right there and start sucking those teachers off.”

“She was this close, Ares! This close!”

“That would’ve been fun to watch. Guess we’ll just have to settle for masturbating in the gyms locker rooms.”

“Kinda disappointing, really. I’m spending all this time and energy trying to get Miss Lonely here to grab a man and go to town, but there she is, taking all that lust and pent up frustration-”

“Hold on a second… That’s the boys’ locker room.”

Why kill the pretty bird, user? Haven't you seen JLU?

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Not letting this thread die.

Also, what do you guys think of a /cheesecake/ board? Do you think it would fly?

What would such a board be limited to? Not just Holla Forums stuff, I assume? And cheesecake would include nudity, but not straight up fucking? So like a non-anime specific /e/? And would that include real pictures?

It could probably work, but you might need to be strict with moderation if you want to keep it just in the cheesecake range.

Do you ever think Reed super extends his dick in Sue and makes her go invisible just so he feels cool?

/cheesecake/ board? I'd star it.

Got a a whole bunch of new material from frequent web searching. I need somewhere to post it other than a single Holla Forums thread.

What a about a fapfiction board? I've got some stories I've been meaning to write, but I'm not sure this board is the best place to post them.

Dude, i fucking love your stories. Never stop writing fapfic.

After finishing the Wonder Woman, what do you see next? Do you take recommendations?

Happy to bring enjoyment to my fellow anons.

Right now, I'm working on an update for XXX-Men and after that part two of Patron of Aphrodite.

After that it's either going to be a Multiverse Collapse update or a whole new story featuring Batman, Red Hood, and a grudging team-up to stop the Gotham City Sirens.

At the moment, I do not take recommendations. However, once I become more established, I plan on taking paid commissions for one-shots.

NOICE! We will be seeing some Bat-Harem?

Who do you think you're talking to, pal?

Fantastic. Batman has the best bitches after Spider-Man.

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That's true. The Japs really know how to do cheesecake on their own. Then again, there's /e/ for that, but I think 8/e/ is also dead, so we could take advantage of that…there's quite a lot of variable to consider here, coming to think of it.

I miss his old style. Oh, so much. I also love his BGC comic's art.

If there's enough interest, I'll start it. Then again, the threads here are also pretty good. Again, variables.

I don't think there should be an issue posting them here and/or in the theoretical/proposed /cheesecake/.

I'm so jealous of Scott.

And how much do I miss Ms. Marvel's old look (pic related), although, full-suits are great too, but provided they're drawn well.

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Sue, you slut! That isn't even your universe.