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grxmreaperx · 6 months

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Professor Hoffman

Pairing: (professor!) Mark Hoffman x (f!) reader

Word count: 3.1k (oops)

Warnings: 18+!! this is absolute filth. Daddy kink, choking, oral (m! receiving), fingering (f! receiving), dirty talk, p in v penetration, creampie, age gap (everyone is over 18!!), praise/degradation. Mark being a bastard. I’m so sorry

Summary: You weren’t expecting much from your criminology class. But when you see your professor for the first time, you realize the class may be much more interesting than you were expecting.

I went so overboard with this. I do not know where this came from. I apologize for my actions. Also, all of my knowledge comes from Jim Can’t Swim and Explore With Us interrogation analysis videos, so don’t come for me if some of the criminology stuff is wrong!!

You walked into the lecture hall, bag digging into your shoulder after a long day, trying to find a seat. You sighed. Almost every seat was full, people congregating in the back. You set yourself down in the second row from the front, one of the few empty seats.

You pulled your laptop out of your bag, trying to keep yourself awake. This was your last class of the day and all you could think about was getting back to your apartment and having a nice dinner.

You stifled a yawn, eyes unfocused on your screen.

“Welcome, everyone.”

The deep voice jolted you from your haze, drawing your eyes up from your computer, and onto him.

You felt a jolt run through your body as you took him in. Dark hair neatly pushed back, full lips, chest straining at his suit.

“I’m Professor Hoffman. I’ll be your criminology instructor this semester.”

Shit, maybe you weren’t so ready to go home anymore.

That was the one class you didn’t find yourself dreading. Your other psychology and criminal justice classes were a bore, lecturers talking monotonously for an hour and twenty minutes as you tried desperately to stay awake. Professor Hoffman’s class was actually interesting, it challenged you, made you think. He didn’t force you all to listen to him talk the entire time, even if you wouldn’t have minded hearing that voice for hours on end. He had been a detective before switching to teaching a few years back, so he played interrogation tapes, having you all watch the body language, the word choice, the facial expressions of the suspect.

And it was nice to have something pretty to look at while he taught.

You were a bit embarrassed by how many times he had caught you staring at him. You had never looked at a professor as anything more than a teacher, a mentor, before now. But during his lecture, you found your mind drifting. What his voice would sound like in your ear, how his hands would feel roaming over you, the noises he would make.

You had had your fair share of adventures in college, going out with your friends and ending up in someone’s bed every once in a while. But none of them had been anything to brag about; frat boys only in it for themselves, guys who had no idea what they were doing, or didn’t know how to make it last.

You needed something more, something satisfying.

“So, tell me, do you think this suspect was guilty or not guilty? And tell me why.”

His voice shook you out of your daydream, bringing you back to your reality. Your eyes scanned over the screen, trying to remember bits and pieces of the interrogation you were supposed to have been watching.

You raised your hand; as much as you hated it, you wanted to impress the man. You wanted to show him that you were smart, that you knew what you were talking about. And that you were paying attention, not just staring at him the entire time.

He nodded towards you, telling you to go ahead. “Not guilty. He got angry when you accused him, which is a very typical response from someone who is being falsely accused. And he didn’t use any hedge words when he was talking, which would be unusual for a guilty person. And there’s no obvious motive.”

Your professor smirked, nodding along as you answered. “Very good. That’s exactly right. Another clue to tell you this was…”

You zoned out, trying to contain yourself at his praise.

He scolded himself, his gaze continuously falling onto you throughout every class.

He had left the police department a couple years ago, looking for a job with shorter hours, more time to relax, less frustration.

But now he had a different kind of frustration.

Every class, there you were. Sitting right in front of him, eyes watching him intently as he spoke. He saw the way your face changed every time he walked in the room, your tired face lighting up a bit. He saw the way your gaze lingered on him when you were supposed to be working on an assignment, or watching one of the interviews you were meant to be dissecting.

He noticed your attempts to impress him, always eager to answer his questions. You were always there early, even when others began to slowly fade out, showing up late or not showing up at all.

And, he had to admit, it was working. You were smart, and he could see how interested you were in this topic, even if you seemed to be a bit more interested in him than the class. He knew you’d make a great detective one day; your understanding of others’ minds would be a great asset to the force.

He almost wished he hadn’t left the department. He would give anything to still be in his position when you were first starting out in the field, eager to learn, to impress, to please. He would love for you to train under him, your frustration growing as he teased you, giving you smaller and smaller tasks, making you prove yourself.

He pulled himself away from his thoughts, shuffling his notes together before the start of class.

“Alright everyone, I’ve posted your grades for your last assignment. Some of you did very well, others seem to be a bit distracted in this course.” He purposefully shifted his gaze, meeting your eyes as he spoke this last part.

He suppressed a smirk as he saw your face flush.

“Now, the rational choice theory…”

“I really don’t know what I’m doing wrong in that class,” you sighed.

Your friend nodded. “I mean, he is a pretty tough grader. I don’t think I’ve gotten above a C on anything.”

“Yeah, but I feel like my work is good! Some of it he seems to really like, and then others he’s super harsh. But I thought this last paper was really good!”

“Maybe you should go talk to him about it. Maybe he could help you out, tell you what you’re doing wrong.”

“Yeah, I guess. I probably should. I really like this class; I want to do well in it.”

Your friend smirked. “Do you like the class, or do you like the hot professor?”

You lightly slapped their arm. “Shut up, I don’t think he’s hot.”

They laughed. “Of course you do! I see you staring at him all the time! It’s ok: he is pretty hot.”

You felt your face heating up. “Ok, maybe I think he’s kinda hot, but I like the class too!”

“I hear you.”

As class ended the next day, you took a breath. You shouldn’t be this nervous to talk to him, he was your professor, of course he would be willing to help you. You lingered in your seat for a few moments, taking longer than usual to stuff your laptop back in your bag. As people filed out of the room, you carefully approached his desk.

“Professor Hoffman?”

He looked up, smiling slightly as he met your eyes. “Yes, what can I do for you?”

“I was hoping that maybe you had time to talk to me about my last paper? I was wondering if you could tell me what I did wrong, or what I could improve next time?”

He regarded you for a moment and you couldn’t help but shift a bit under his gaze.

“Of course. I have another class in a few minutes, but I have time to meet tomorrow, if you’d like.”

You nodded, thanking him as he gave you a time and his office number. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

He smirked. “See you then. Don’t be late.”

“What are you all dressed up for?” your friend asked.

“What? I’m not dressed up. Do I look dressed up?”

“I mean, maybe not dressed up, but you look nice. What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

They smiled. “Oh! Now I remember. You have your meeting with the hot professor today! That’s why you dressed so cute.”

“I did not!”

“I don’t believe you. You better hurry up, don’t you have to be there in a few minutes?”

You looked at your phone, cursing under your breath. They were right, you only had a couple minutes before your meeting. You sped up your pace, telling your friend you’d see them later as they walked to their class building.

“You better tell me all about it! Don’t do anything inappropriate, young lady!”

You hurried into the brick building that held Professor Hoffman’s office, trying to find the room number he had given you. Your eyes scanned the plaques next to each door, looking for the one engraved with his name. When you finally found it, the door was shut. You knocked softly, waiting patiently until you heard a voice tell you to come in.

You pushed the door open, examining his office as you entered. One wall was lined with bookshelves, filled with books on psychology, criminal justice, and what looked like case files. His desk sat in front of the window, his back to the light streaming in through the glass. He sat, leaned back in his desk chair, shirt slightly unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Take a seat,” he said, motioning to the chair in front of his desk. You quickly complied, smoothing your skirt as you sat down.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you when you walked into his office, closing the door behind you. He should have punished you right then for testing him like that: all dressed up for him, pretty skirt cutting off just above your knees, shirt lower cut than he had ever seen you wearing in class.

“So,” he started, trying to regain his composure. “You wanted to talk to me about your paper?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.” Fuck. “I was wondering if you could tell me what I could have done better with this assignment. I thought I did really well on it, until I got my grade back.”

He cleared his throat. “Yes, well, it was very well-written. And you have the concepts down. But your job was to analyze the video, not just repeat what I had said in class. Even if you put it a bit more eloquently than I did.” He smiled. “I almost get the feeling that you’re a bit…distracted in my class.

He watched as you became flustered, a smile still on his lips. “Well, professor, I just – I just have a lot on my mind. Sometimes it wanders, you know?” Your eyes darted around, staring at your hands, your bag on the floor, the surface of his desk.

He nodded. “Wanders to what?”

He couldn’t help the smug look on his face as you struggled to answer. He knew what your mind wandered to, he could see it on your face when you were supposed to be paying attention to his lectures. He saw the blush on your face, the way your pupils were blown. And he knew exactly where your mind was wandering to.

“Well, you know, to other things I have to do.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Like me?”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“You heard me. I see the way you stare at me, the look on your face when I catch you. You think I have no idea what you think about when you’re in my class? You think I can’t read you like a book, sweetheart?”

He tilted his head, watching as you took in his words. You looked like a deer in headlights, knowing he had figured out your secret. He saw the way your body stiffened at the pet name, your legs pressing together.

“I’ll tell you what,” he started, against his better judgement. “You really want to improve your grade?”

You nodded. He told himself to stop, to kick you out of his office before he put his career in jeopardy. But, God, the look on your face, so eager to hear what he had to say, pretty face flushed with embarrassment, legs squeezed together so tight he thought you might explode.

“Cmere,” he said in a low voice.

You slowly stood, making your way around his desk to stand in front of him. “Tell me, sweetheart,” he growled. “Where does your mind wander to during my class? I want to hear you tell me.”

“To you,” you said softly.

“Cmon, baby, you can do better than that.” He knew he was being a dick, he saw how flustered you were, how you were trying to work up the courage to answer his question. And he loved it.

“To you – to you…”

“To me fucking you?” he helped.

“Yes.” Your eyes were fixed on your hands.

“Look at me and say it.”

Your eyes met his. “My mind wanders to – to you fucking me.”

“Much better. Now, you really want to improve your grade, sweetheart?”

You nodded and he saw the eagerness in your eyes, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

“Then get on your fuckin’ knees.”

He smiled, chuckling as you quickly dropped to your knees in front of his chair, hands getting to work on his belt. He watched your eyes widen as you released him from his dress pants and couldn’t help the feeling of pride that swelled in his chest.

“Something wrong, baby?” he asked, cocky smile spreading across his face. You shook your head. “Then go on.”

He let out a deep groan as you took him into your mouth, placing a hand on the back of your head. He wrapped his hand in your hair, guiding you as his dick hit the back of your throat. “Such a good girl.” He leaned his head back against the chair, savoring the feeling of your head bobbing on his cock.

His looked back down at you, eyes darkening as he saw how eagerly you sucked him off, spit coating your lips, tears welling in your eyes every time you took him down your throat. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little distracted during classes too, picturing you just like this.

He pulled your head back by your hair until you were looking up at him. “Get up here, sweetheart,” he said, motioning to his lap.

You shakily got to your feet before straddling his lap, setting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. He reached under your skirt, hands gripping your ass. He watched as you began to grind your clothed core on his dick, admiring the desperate look on your face.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked, hand slowly wrapping around your throat. “So desperate for me. No one been taking care of this pussy?”

You frantically shook your head, grinding down harder.

“Poor little slut. Take them off. I’ll take good care of you, sweetheart.”

You shifted on his lap, pulling your underwear down your legs and tossing them to the side. He slowly ran a finger through your folds, letting out a low hum. “God, baby, this all for me?” Your answer was cut off by him pushing two fingers inside of you, your words turning to a moan. He slowly pumped his fingers, curling them inside you while your ground down on his hand.

“Poor baby, those college boys don’t know how to make you feel good? You’re so fuckin’ desperate.” You quickly shook your head, too lost in the feeling of him working you to form words. You whined when he pulled his fingers out.

He lined himself up at your entrance, the other hand wrapping around your waist, holding you steady. “Go on, baby. Show me how needy you are.”

You slowly slid yourself down onto his cock, mouth falling open as he stretched you out. His head fell back onto his chair, eyes screwing shut, before quickly opening them again, taking in the sight of you full of his dick. He placed his hands on your hips, keeping you steady as you began to bounce. You quickly picked up the pace, grinding yourself down on him, eyes clouded from pleasure.

Your moans filled his ears, eyes roaming your body as you fucked yourself on his cock.

“God, baby, you look so fuckin’ pretty. Such a good little whore for me, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, just for you, Daddy!” you moaned, before quickly catching yourself. He saw your eyes widen, realizing what you had just said.

He wrapped his strong arm around your waist, standing from his chair, still buried deep inside you, before setting you on his desk. He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing slightly and pushing your back down onto the surface. “Say it again.”

“I’m all yours, Daddy,” you said softly.

“That’s fuckin’ right baby.” He set a fast pace, roughly fucking into you, one hand still around your throat, the other gripping your hip so hard he knew it would probably leave marks.

He let out a groan at the sight of you underneath him, skirt bunched around your waist, mouth hanging open, hands gripping his arms. He watched your back arch off the table, squeezing your eyes shut.

He froze, abruptly stopping his thrusts. “Look at me when you cum on my dick, baby. Fuckin’ look at me or I’ll stop again. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” you cried, eyes locked on his.

“Much better.” His fingers found their way to your clit as he continued burying himself in you. “Cum for me baby, show me how much you love my cock.”

Your nails dug into his arm as your legs shook around him, moaning loudly as you reached your high. He felt his own end coming on. He leaned down, his face inches from yours. “Tell me sweetheart, where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside…” was all you could manage, still overcome with pleasure.

He smiled. “You want me to fill you up, baby?” You nodded, begging him to fill you.

His pace faltered as he came, gripping your hips tightly. He let go of you, placing his hands on his desk, catching his breath. He slowly pulled out of you, pulling his pants back up and tossing you your underwear. You carefully sat up, legs still shaking slightly.

He settled himself back in his chair, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. He smirked at you, sitting on his desk, completely undone.

“I suppose I can raise your grade on that paper,” he started. “But I do think we should have weekly tutoring sessions. You obviously need some more help with this.” He smirked at you. “Does that sound good to you?”

You never agreed to something faster in your life.

I really liked writing this, if y’all like it I may give you a part 2👀

#mark hoffman x reader #mark hoffman #fanfiction #fanfic #smut #saw #saw franchise

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ghostboneswrites2 · 2 months

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A Mess || Part 9

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring everything here starting with this series since it was the most popular!

A/N: Won't lie, I wanted to make you all suffer and wait but I'm too nice :((

Summary: this is just embarrassingly descriptive smut and I'm not sorry about it

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: fem receiving oral, male receiving oral, unprotected p-in-v, profanity

You didn't expect it to go as far as it did. But god, were you loving it. His hot breath on your neck as he nibbled and slid your shirt over your head, the clumsy movements as you tried to kick your pants off, the way he unbuttoned his shirt but wouldn't take it off.

He admired your body as he scanned you over, in just your old bra and underwear. He made a mental note to try and find you those lacey panties with a pink bow, 'cause even though you looked good in granny panties, you'd look even better in something dainty and sweet. Shane really was an idiot to give you up. Especially looking back and knowing that he gave you up for a woman he could never have kept.

While he was definitely nervous, and really only used to having drunken one-nighters with girls from bars or drug houses, there was one thing he knew he was good at. He may have never gone back for seconds, but he had one skill that always left women begging him for more.

He got down on his knees in front of where you sat on the couch. You watched him nervously. You weren't naive enough to not anticipate what was next, so all you could think about was the last time you got to use a razor. It had been a while. It was the apocalypse, after all. What you didn't know was that this man couldn't give less of a fuck. In fact, he almost preferred it. He never minded whether a woman chose to shave or not, because at the end of the day it was their body and he'd respect that, but something about the natural look of hair on a woman's body turned him on a bit. It reminded him that he was indeed taking a real woman to bed, not some unattainable supermodel from a Playboy magazine with unnaturally blonde hair and golden spray-tanned skin.

He hooked his fingers on the hem of your underwear, looking up at you for your permission. You gave the slightest nod, and he pulled them down over your knees and off your feet. He tossed them somewhere unknown. You wouldn't be needing them.

Everything about you was real and raw, just how he liked it. He could see you were already wet for him, which gave him the confidence he needed to do what he did next.

He gripped your thighs and yanked you down so that your ass just barely hung off the couch. It was the perfect position for him to lean in and get to work.

Admittedly, he had never done this sober, but if he could do it to a few strangers and have them beg for more, he could certainly do it for this beautiful girl he'd come to admire.

He used his thumbs to spread your lips, giving a quick look to where your clit would be. Then, he spread your thighs open wide and leaned down, tracing his tongue right over you entirely. Your hips jolted a little at the sudden sensation of his soft, smooth tongue gliding flatly over you. He licked softly and slowly a few times with a flat tongue, before he concentrated the very tip of it and traced over every inch of you, except your clit. He knew not to go right for the most sensitive spot, he had to work you up a little first.

After a few minutes of just slowly tasting you, listening to the slight little gasps and breaths that escaped you as your body slowly relaxed and eased into him, he trailed up to your clit, drawing soft little circles around it. You let out a soft moan, breathy little huffs of air following after. Your hips naturally began to swivel slightly as you worked in sync with his tongue.

He could tell you were getting a little more worked up as your moans grew louder and your legs started to twitch.He focused completely on your clit, licking and sucking in a perfect rhythm. You gasped when his middle finger slid inside you, slowly curling and sliding in and out as he searched for at one spot that would make you melt. It didn't take long. Even if he couldn't feel it for himself, he would have known when he found it based on your sounds. You clenched your fist in his hair, the other hand gripping the couch cushion.

He massaged you on the inside without ever losing his pace with his tongue. By this point you weren't even moaning anymore, you were blatantly whining. It was almost torture -- it felt so good. The pressure was just enough to keep you on edge, to build up that feeling in your stomach that spread all over, but not quite enough to get you there, not yet. He slipped another finger inside. Your lower half started buzzing, legs trembling as your hips jerked and twitched. You were getting so close.

He was throbbing inside his jeans, a painful pressure suffocating down on his dick. He was ready for his turn, so he stopped toying with you and held you still as he intensified his movements around your clit, sucking on it just a tad bit harder as he circled it. He felt you clenching around his fingers, pulsating even. Then, there it was. Like a cup placed under a slow stream of water, he slowly filled you up, and it was time to overflow. Your hips buckled and a shudder ran over you. You sucked in a sharp breath and let out a mix between a cry and a moan.

He kept steady as he worked you through your orgasm, feeling triumphant as you soaked the cushion below you. When the wave passed over and the overstimulation set in, you gently pushed on the top of his head, wordlessly begging for mercy.

He relented and pulled back, smirking devilishly as he stood up. Your eyes grew a little wide at the bulge in his jeans. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, pulling his throbbing cock out for you to see. It was menacingly thick, a few veins decorating it on the outside. It was red and already glistening at the tip.

You sat forward as he stroked it, replacing his hand with yours as you leaned in and licked at the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum before wrapping your lips around him and sliding your mouth over him, all the way down to the base. He let out the smallest little grunt.

You pulled back slowly and bobbed back down, quickly finding a steady pace as you sucked and licked his dick. He tried not to, but he couldn't help it. Soft little moans unwillingly escaped him, getting choked up and cut short each time you pulled back and went back down. Oh, yeah, Shane was definitely a fool, but that was fine. It just meant Daryl got to keep you all for himself now.

"Hang on.." He whispered as he cupped the back of your head and pulled you back. He couldn't have you finishing him just yet, he still had to know what you felt like on the inside. When you looked up at him he could have melted into a puddle on the floor. Your hair all messy, eyes watery with a single tear stain down your cheek. Your lips were glossy with your own spit which made them look even more plump as they were already a little swollen from the suction.

He pulled you off your knees and set you back down on the couch, pulling you forward for the perfect angle so he could slide effortlessly inside you. Your lips parted a little as his tip pressed against you. Your eyes were glued to the scene between your legs, but his were trained on your face. He didn't wanna miss your expression when he pushed inside.

Slowly he applied moe pressure, his tip sliding in. You sucked in a tiny breath, eyebrows lifted. He smirked. You were so reactive and he couldn't get enough of it. He pushed in more, stopping about half way. You gasped at the sensation. He was thick and it was painfully pleasurable to be stretched out that way.

"Ya ready?" He whispered. You nodded eagerly. With a final shove, he sank all the way inside you. You moaned loudly. He groaned as your muscles clenched around him.

He pumped slowly at first, just enjoying the way it felt to slide out and back in, but as your noises crept into his ears, an animalistic drive took over him. He placed a hand around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to hold you still that way before his thrusts grew harder and faster. Soon, he was tearing you apart. Each time he impacted you he knocked a whien out of you. He was in complete control now, all you could do was stare up at him with glossy eyes and heavy eyelids. His eyes traced over every detail of your face, making note of every twitch of the lip, taking a mental snapshot of the way your eyebrows pushed together and your lips hung open.

Every noise you made pulled him closer to the edge of a cliff. He sped up. He was fucking you harder than you ever had been before. Your arms bent at the elbows. Your fingered were curling and opening as if grasping for something invisible. Probably a shred of sanity, since you couldn't even forma coherent thought while being ravaged that way.

His pace quickened one last time before he let out one final guttural growl in your ear. He came to a slow stop, and for a while, he just stayed there, hunched over you, both of you panting for breath. You were wiped out. Your eyelids were still half shut, mouth still agape, fingers still twitching. When he stood up straight, he couldn't help but chuckle. You didn't move. You were paralyzed.

"Ya gon' make it?" He teased.

"No." You breathed. He smiled a little as he looked around for his boxers before realizing he had nothing to clean you up with. He sighed and just used his underwear, wiping you dry and doing the same to himself.

You finally sat up straight and yawned.

"Tired." You pouted.

"C'mon." He offered you a hand and pulled you up to your feet. "Let's go pick a bed."

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The sunlight was peaking through the blinds. You chose the bed in the one room he didn't have a blanket to cover the window with, but he didn't mind. Especially not now when little yellow rays rained perfectly over your face.

His hand was tangled up in your hair, gently scratching at your scalp, while his other one rested on his torso tracing a single finger gently over your features, smiling a little every time your skin would twitch from the ticklish sensation. That right there, whatever it was, he was sure was true happiness. The faint chirping of birds outside, little dust particles drifting in the rays of light coming in through the blinds, you sleeping peacefully on his chest.

He hated that it would end soon, and by that night you'd be back at the prison, carrying on with chores and mundane tasks to keep everyone going. At least he'd have moments like this to look back on -- and the mental image of your mouth around his dick -- but mostly this. It was perfection.

You shifted a little.

"You up?" He whispered.

"Hmph."

"We gotta go soon."

"Uh-uh."

He smiled.

"Yeah, we do. We were supposed to leave before sunrise."

"No."

He sighed.

"Ya really wanna do this again?" He asked.

"Sleep." You mumbled.

He wondered what it must have been like to get you up for school when you were a kid. He felt bad for your parents.

"If ya get up now we can stop at McDonalds for breakfast." He joked. You looked up at him and glared.

"Don't do that. It's cruel. I'd kill for a McGriddle." You warned.

"And one of them Caramel Fraps." He agreed. You groaned.

"You're a fucking tease, Daryl Dixon."

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palskippah · 4 months

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Hi!!

Here's two pages of sketchy drawings of Queen River and baby Bowser bonding I did for @raysbrainrot! I loved drawing it, thank you very much!!

(Here's my commission info btw!)

Also, here's a few points that I think are nice to say but didn't fit in the drawings :''v (I have so many thoughts of them hepl 🧍)

-Queen River tried to sew a bib for baby Bowser bc he was drooling everywhere and of course she could buy them the nicest bibs in the whole kingdom and all- but she wanted for it to be special. She knew that many koopa mothers usually made clothes (only when needed because koopas don't really use clothes but babies sometimes need them) or accessories for their koopalings, so she tried that too.

>Thing is, she's much bigger compared to her own baby, and she struggled a lot to sew Bowser's name on the tiny cloth, she used no more than five stitches for each letter and even then she didn't account for the space needed, so all she could put there was 'BOWS' with a crooked S.

>She was embarrassed as hell when Kamek asked what was it that had her so upset and she showed him the sewn bib while he looked at it and she covered her face in shame, he started to laugh- and then the drawing happened and that.

>Kamek started almost always dressing baby Bowser in that bib, and soon the nickname 'Bows' stuck for a while, until the queen died and from then on Kamek started calling him Bowser or 'little prince' or 'your *insert current emotion*-ness' solely, bc it was the queen who (without meaning to) gave Bowser the nickname, and it was like a reminder that she wasn't there anymore. With time, the nickname faded into forgetfulness, and no one ever called the koopa prince that anymore.

-Btw remember that baby Bowser had like they/them pronouns mostly bc they didn't have idea if the baby was boy or girl 🧍something about royal koopas idk

-When Kamek told Luigi of all he could remember of the queen and Bowser bonding, there was a very clear fondness in the way he remembered her, even after so many years (Bowser's like thirty-and-a-few years old, so it has been so long ago), and that's another part Luigi thought was very adorable, aside from the mom and baby.

-I imagine babies marvel at the fact that there's a very big being taking care of them, so imagine baby Bowser also thought so of the very big koopa that always was very sweet and congratulated him even when he didn't do anything and cuddled him very lovingly- and then one day she wasn't there anymore and it felt like he lost a part of himself (I can't remember when is it that babies realize their mom isn't a part of themselves?? But :''''v), even if the other being that took such good care of him (dada) was still there, he cried a lot because the main one (mama) wasn't there anymore and no matter how much they called her she didn't come to comfort them.

That's all pipipi :'v I love them

Addition!

-After Queen River's death her portraits and pictures had to be taken down in the whole castle (maybe except the one in Kamek's room, which he looked at very sadly-) because baby Bowser kept seeing them and getting excited and making grabby hands to the portraits to reach them, and then they'd get sad and would cry when the paintings obviously didn't reach back for them. Kammy and Kamek (with a big pain in their heart) had the paintings and any art representing the queen to be taken down, so the prince wouldn't see them. That's also why Bowser started forgetting about her very quickly, and then they didn't get sad nor missed their mom 👍 cries

#super mario bros #my art #commissions #queen river #bowser koopa #kamek #for real i loved this bc akjdsakd :'''v #i love her so much i'm glad i got commissioned to draw her jiji

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v0rewhxre · 3 months

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Your writing is so good, pls keep it up! Also if possible could you do headcanons or smth for Noah taking the reader (his so/gf) virginity ?

Of Course!!!

I will write it as a head cannon!

18+ MDNI

CW: [protected p in v, mentions of m and reader oral, slight praising, mention of condoms and lube, mentions of penetration, mentions of sexual positions, mentions of taking virginity, implied unprotected p in v]

This one was a little harder for me to write cause my first time was absolutely terrible! I hope y'all enjoy it :)

You were always embarrassed that you had waited so long to have sex, but you trusted that waiting for the right person was the correct path for you. And when you started dating your boyfriend, Noah, you felt the timing was correct.

Noah knew it was a big deal, but didn't want to make you feel 'othered' cause of your choice to wait. He would never push for anything, and you often pulled away when things got a little too intense. But one day, you just WANTED Noah and you wanted ALL of him.

You took an everything shower for the first time and boy was it TEDIOUS! You shaved everything, used exfoliant, washed your hair, washed your body, and made sure everything was smelling perfect. You used lotion on your entire body, brushed your hair, and put comfortable clothes complete with cute undergarments that you knew Noah would love.

Noah also spent a lot of time preparing. He made sure his room was spotless and lit your favorite candle. He grabbed a towel just in case there were sex juices everywhere. And of course, his bed had clean sheets and was nicely made. Noah took his everything shower, though not as intensely as yours, he wanted to make sure he smelt great. Noah bought you flowers, placing them in a vase on his desk. He wanted to make it a big deal, but not draw too much attention to the big moment that was about to take place.

Of course Noah had the most perfect playlist, full of all your favorite slower songs and some he added for their sensuality. He even threw a few Bad Omens songs in there for haha's to lighten the mood.

When you arrived, you felt awkward for the first time in your relationship with Noah. The air was a little heavier, and you were on edge. Noah gave you small touches as you made your way to his room, putting his hand on the small of your back and holding your hand. When you walked in your heart filled with love. He bought you tulips, your favorite flower, and the room smelled so heavenly that you felt you were floating on a cloud. He even had your favorite song playing quietly in the background. His LED's were set on white, but were dimmed to a lower level.

You were very nervous. Noah gave you lots of kisses, even humming along with the playlist to keep the nerves down. He was very verbal in asking if you wanted to continue, making sure you consented to each thing he did. He asked if certain things felt good, adjusted if it didn't. He tried to give you oral, but you weren't quite comfortable with that intimacy yet.

You weren't quite confident in doing things for Noah. You had given him oral a few times, and had even snuck a few handjobs at the movies but never when you were this nervous. Noah was patient and kind as you figured out the rhythms and movements he needed, praising you with 'Like that, yes I love that' and 'Good girl'.

Noah bought 'For Them' condoms to make sure there were all the ridges for extra pleasure for his partner. He wanted to make sure you felt as good as possible. The condom also had lube on it, and he even bought more lube on the side just in case. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect, pleasurable, and comfortable as possible.

When it was finally time, Noah entered you very slowly. You were in missionary, a classic first sexual position and one where Noah had control to please you. At first he put just the tip in, and moved inch by inch until you took him all the way in. You were slightly embarrassed by your body's reaction, it wasn't something you had experienced yet, but Noah didn't seem to mind. He waited a few minutes for you to adjust, receiving a verbal cue that you were ready.

As he proceeded to do slow soft thrusts for a few minutes, your body needed him in different ways. Your nerves were replaced by pleasure you had never experienced. It was deeper, more intense, and you wanted to chase the feeling for eternity. Noah gave you soft kisses the entire time but once you bit his lip and started practically sucking his face, Noah understood. His pace quickened, thrusts becoming harder and deeper. And Oh that felt GREAT.

You had always heard losing your virginity could be painful and usually you wouldn't feel pleasure, but what society didn't always mention is that it could be amazing when you loved/trusted someone. And you loved and trusted Noah a lot.

"I think I am gonna cum" you whispered in Noah's ear. You weren't really sure, but the way your body felt and the noises coming from under the blanket were evident something was near.

"Me too" is all you heard before you both crashed over the edge. You moaned so loudly that you were sure his roommates heard, but you did not care because Noah also moaned just as loudly. You came together, with Noah's lips pressed to yours. His thrusts were sloppy but still worked you through the orgasm you had.

When the pleasure dulled, and you were both panting, you looked in his eyes and said "Thanks for making that special, I love you" and Noah responded "I love you more than I love anything, thanks for making my life feel special".

Noah provided the best aftercare ever, using the towel to clean you up. He made sure that you peed afterwards. He ran a bath for you to relax in, allowing your body to 'cool' down. Of course... the bath was the perfect opportunity to practice riding Noah...

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Hope you enjoy!

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #asks #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #jolly karlsson

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iliektehhaxs · 3 months

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Sweet Knowing

Summary: Cid becomes aware of the attention you seem to draw from a certain Rosfield, and uses it to his advantage.

Warnings: implied voyeurism, p in v actions, 18+ MDNI

This is the second part to this, but can be read on its own.

Cid can be called a slew of things; Lord Commander, Dominant of Ramuh, Outlaw—but one thing he cannot be called, is a fool.

When he found the young Rosfield in the wastelands he felt his heart tug at the display; of a man beaten and broken, only to find that his mission was to kill his childhood friend, one he thought dead long ago. He didn’t think twice about recruiting him to the cause, bringing him to The Hideaway and giving him a rundown of his plans to free bearers from their lot in life. He offered the boy a hot meal and a warm bath, or rather his beloved did.

When word got around that there was a newcomer she was ready to accommodate him. Bright-eyed and friendly, you had offered him whatever was needed to make him feel at home.

“Gods, your clothes are filthy!” You gasped, scanning Clive from head to toe, shaking your head at the muddied state of his armor. “I’ll run to the markets tomorrow and get you some more suitable attire, I can’t let you sleep in armor.”

“Thank you ma’am, but there’s no need—“ he began, only to be stopped by your stern gaze.

“Nonsense. You’re a part of our merry band and I won’t have you sleeping in iron and steel. Now, when’s the last time you had a hot meal?”

Despite his protests you wouldn’t take no for an answer, offering Clive a handkerchief to wipe his face as you ran towards the kitchens to make your own stew for the war-weary traveler.

Cid noticed it when you set the plate full of soup in front of him, how Clive had gotten just the slightest bit nervous around you. He was already the quiet type but this was a different kind of quiet, as if he was afraid of saying something he shouldn’t. Subtle to anyone else, but not to him.

Intrigued, Cid didn’t say a word, only watched in amusement as the former Lord ate by the spoonful, thanking you profusely.

That same night you offered to give him a tour of what would be his new home. Clive had initially declined, afraid of taking advantage of your generosity, and it was only with a firm hand on his shoulder and encouragement from Cid that he accepted.

“Come now, the nice lady’s offered, you wouldn’t want to disappoint her now, would you?” He grins, waving a hand at your expectant form. “Promise she won’t bite.”

He finishes with a wink before pushing Clive a step forward, watching as he follows behind her like a lost puppy.

Let’s see how far this schoolyard crush goes.

The answer, he’d find out, is very far. Weeks have gone by and Clive still looks at you entranced, practically jumping at the opportunity to spend time with you. Just a minute ago you had offered for him to accompany you to gather some flowers, Tarja needing them for one reason or another, and Cid had never seen the man so eager to leave.

He watches the interaction from a secluded corner, a cigar between his lips, relishing in the view. Your doe-like eyes fluttering, the young Rosarian struggling to keep eye contact—the boy was a fool for you. Not that he could blame him, just looking at you made Cid’s heart jump in his chest, fondly remembering how nervous he was when he asked you to be his.

You were far too pretty, too humble, practically a walking angel and he was…him. He had his faults, but you, you were faultless, despite how many times you tried to convince him you weren’t. You’d spend the rest of your life trying to convince him because as far as Cid was concerned you were perfection personified, and nothing you’d say would change his mind.

His thoughts are broken when you notice his secluded form, the smallest wink being sent his way before returning to your conversation with Clive.

Well, you did have one fault; You could be a bit of a tease.

He still remembers what you told him days ago before he had to leave for an excursion. You kissed him goodbye before his mission, words as sweet as honey, only to whisper pure filth in his ears when no one was watching.

“Come back safe and I might give you a reward.”

He did not miss how your fingers wandered down his shirt for the briefest of moments, before pulling away enticingly.

He doesn’t think he’s ever completed a mission that fast before, or so effectively. Tarja was stunned to find not so much as a hair out of place considering his reputation for getting hurt, but Cid was too busy thinking about just how you would reward him for his efforts. The thought of it made him impatient, made him want to drag you away and keep you all to himself, but he could wait a while longer. You’d be back by tonight, and then he’d have you all to himself.

“Always so eager…” He murmurs against your lips, keeping you pressed into the sheets. Slow, sensual, he holds you close as he fucks you, taking his time to watch your eyes roll back and your jaw go slack.

Your legs close around his waist, pulling him ever further into your wet heat—he could never get used to how good you feel, how quickly you surrender yourself to him. He grinds himself harder against you, listening with pride when you whine his name.

“I missed you so much,” he sighs. “Missed me too, didn’t you?”

You nod shakily, unable to speak. He breathes you in, his hands touching every expanse of your skin from your hips to your breasts, unable to stop himself. His fingers hold firm against your pliant body, the smallest tremble moving through you when he presses himself deeper into your heat.

You cast a spell on him, a lust that borders on insanity. You clench against him so tightly like you never want him to leave, nails leaving angry lines against his back that he’ll be sure to be proud of in the morning. The slight sting only motivates him further, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“That’s it,” he groans into your ear. “Don’t think, just feel, feel what you do to me.”

It’s in that moment that he hears the soft tapping of someone outside his door. Footsteps? This late into the night?

Stopping doesn’t so much as cross his mind—whatever it is cannot be more important than you.

His assault against your senses continues, hitting that soft spot that has you arch your back and moan his name like a whore.

“Gods, Cid…”

He unravels you, he keeps you whole, he takes your sanity and brings you to new heights all at the same time. The whiplash is dizzying, not sure if you should cry or beg for more.

“Good fucking girl,” he rasps, pride in his voice. “Lay back and take it, just like that—“

His heart beats faster when you let out an even louder noise, squirming against his length. So good, so fucking perfect, you’re a dream, one he never wishes to wake from.

He moves with a practiced ease, focused on your pleasure, but also towards the door, distinctly aware of his midnight visitor. There were footsteps coming towards the door but none leaving it—whoever’s there is still listening.

An idea springs forth, feeling just the slightest bit mischievous.

Might as well give them a show.

His brings his thumb to your clit, circling it ever so slightly, teasing the hard nub and watching as you’re reduced to a mess before his very eyes. Mouth open and eyes lidded, you whimper under his commanding touch, begging for more.

“So good, so good, oh gods—please don’t stop—“ You cry, shaking against him. Your legs are barely able to hold onto him, a brutal pace being set and yet you beg him for more.

How could he resist when you ask him so nicely?

So he indulges you, and this time you really can’t keep up, trying and failing to match his rhythm but your poor abused body just can’t, no matter how badly you want to. Cid grabs you by the hips with both hands and presses you flush to him, practically breathing each other’s air. Between the scrape of the bed and the slap of skin against skin, Cid can faintly make out a muffled groan.

The tone is strikingly familiar.

He can’t help the wicked grin painted on his face.

He slows down, just enough to bring your attention back to him as he whispers against your neck.

“Do you hear that? We have an audience.”

Eyes glazed, you slowly gather your bearings before looking at him in confusion. “What are you—“

“Shhh,” he silences you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “It seems like a certain Rosarian has come to visit us.”

He grinds himself against you, your own sound of pleasure being followed by the softest grunt from outside the door. Your head turns, finally realizing with wide eyes.

“Is that—“

“It is,” he moves slowly against you, making sure to keep you pleasured but coherent. “I could tell him to leave, if that’s what you wish.”

He knows you better than you know yourself, so it’s no surprise to him when you shake your head.

“Keep going, please.”

The moment you give him permission he’s back to fucking you, thumb moving against your sensitive nub once more. You keen for him, louder and louder as he chases your lips impatiently, swallowing your moans with his tongue. When he pulls away he growls against your lips, eyes pinning you on the spot.

“Like being listened to? Like the idea of him knowing how desperate you are?”

You shake your head, but the way you tighten up tells another tale.

“Don’t lie to me, I know you do, it’s okay,” He coos, his own high slowly approaching. “You don’t think I see how he looks at you? How you’re so eager to let him follow you around?”

You shake your head ready to deny the accusation. The moment you do Cid’s movements slow to a crawl, holding you right on the edge, tantalizingly close to falling apart.

“Don’t, please move—“ He refuses when you beg, tears welling in your eyes as your pussy throbs for release, a release Cid holds you back from.

“What did I say my dear?” He breathes. “Don’t lie to me.”

You whimper, begging for mercy once again. “I promise, just, please don’t stop, need you to fuck me—”

Cid’s grin is nothing short of sinful. “Need me, or need us?”

The notion makes your heart stop, a shocked expression painting your face. And yet he can feel your velvety walls spasm around him, answer clear as day.

He laughs, breath heaving. “You do, don’t you? Want us to fuck you, treat you like the needy little whore you are—“

He’s moving again, even faster now. This time you can’t even bring yourself to lie, a broken mess below him. Half-uttered sentences and broken moans, too far gone to care about anything except how fucking good you feel.

You scream, and Cid hears a thump outside the door.

Hope he’s enjoying himself.

He wraps his arms around you, unwilling to let you go for even a second. “Fuck—say it, say you want us, fucking say it—“

“Yes—I want it, please—!”

Your cunt is so welcoming, he feels like he’s going to go mad. He gives his all and then some, relishes in how fucking tight you hold onto him, gushing around him.

“There’s my girl, come on, let go for me—“ He grunts into your skin, shuddering as his own release takes hold of him.

You look glorious, spread out before him. Even when you look fucked within an inch of your life he can’t help but admire what a fucking sight you are. He doesn’t stop, keeps going even though he’s so sensitive it’s downright painful, if only to squeeze out a few more seconds of your orgasm. Your sobs threaten to wake the entire Hideaway but he just can’t bring himself to stop.

“Yesyesyes, so good, I can’t—fuck—I can’t—“

“Yes you fucking can,” Cid interrupts in awe. “Be good and let me see you stain the sheets love.”

#final fantasy xvi #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy xvi smut #cidolfus telamon #Cidolfus telamon x reader #Cidolfus telamon x you #Cidolfus telamon smut #robo writes

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anonslash · 6 months

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hi there! (im not sure if your requests are open so im v sorry if this is a bad time /gen) its soso nice to see a fellow trans guy who's a slasher writer on here!! :>

i was wondering if i could request Bubba Sawyer and Leslie Vernon with a s/o who loves all things spooky? (funky ghost and skeleton pattern stuff, horror movies ofc,black cats, ect) i hope you have a good rest of your day/night! :))

I’m so sorry this took so long man. Surprise lol. Also Leslie’s section is really short because I was lost on ideas and just wanna get something posted.

Bubba and Leslie with a spooky S/O

Contains: canon typical violence and gore mentions

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba loves the spooky aesthetic! He thinks it’s super charming and he’s glad you’ll at least kind of fit in with his family.

He might misinterpret it. Please don’t get mad at him if he gives you a necklace made of bones. He just wants to make you something nice and he tries very hard!

He would love to help you decorate for Halloween if you celebrate, or even to just draw you little ghosts.

He’s also a big fan of animals. If you tell him about how you like black cats you will find him holding a stray one on the porch in a few days. You won’t be able to keep it, with Bubba’s brothers, but he just wanted you to see it.

Scary movies are hard for him. He can handle gore just fine, he’s used to all that. But he’s not a fan of the jumpscares or loud noises, and he’s easily startled by them. He might get overstimulated or upset if something is too sudden or there’s too much going on.

He loves spending time with you though, and he loves to see you happy. Just hold him close and give him tons of affection, and make sure to pause if it gets too intense. He thinks you’re so brave for liking these movies. He's also glad. Even though you’re together already, he gets worried his family will scare you away sometimes, so he’s glad you have a strong stomach. Even if it’s only for the fake stuff.

Leslie Vernon

Please. He is also obsessed. More so with the horror and some true crime, but he loves your commitment to the theme.

Be warned he will take this as permission to drag you into his shit. You’re helping him plan his next killings.

Will binge movies with you for hours on end. Way late into the night. He loves them and he jumps at the opportunity to spend time with you.

He brings home one of those plastic skeletons for Halloween. (And all types of other decorations)

#slashers x male reader #bubba Sawyer x male reader #Leslie vernon x male reader

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signedkoko · 3 months

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Hihihihi! Can I get a parental/platonic parent matchup for hazbin hotel?

Im a cancer, around 14-15 years of age, and have short brown hair. I'm around 4'9-5'6 ft.

Around people I don't know I'm super nice and kind, usually complimenting my my way into a friendship with most people. I like to draw and read horror book, (I.E coraline, the man in the basement, dread end, etc).

I am mostly known around school as a kid who gives most of the time, buying goods for kids who can't at lunch, sitting with lonely kids, etc. I try my best to stay out of fights, and most times I don't initiate them.

At home, however, I can be loud and tired at the same time. I'll be like: "SO GUESS WHAT HAPPENED AT SC- I'm tired ima go nap" and I'm also the peacemaker of the family, being the youngest.

My fashion usually varies from vampire goth to grunge. I mostly wear vampire goth outside of home, but at school I wear grunge cuz if I wear vampire goth I'll get bullied.

Thats all! I'm sorry if I didn't provide enough info! Make sure to take care of yourself ♡

You got…Emily | Carmilla | Vox!

Your best friend is Emily! Ever since the two of you met, you've always gotten along. She really likes your drawings and tries to read what you read, but she finds them a bit scary and will usually depend on you summarizing things for her so she doesn't have to go through any of the gruesome parts. She is probably very scared and very intrigued with Coraline.

Emily agrees that you are one of the sweetest people she's ever met; she never feels judged around you and always gets her thirst for adventure quenched with all the media you show her. Your style is so cool to her, she might even ask if you can help her do some gothy vampire looks.

Expect quite serene days spent having fun without worry. Emily will always be there to defend you, and she probably has a billion questions to ask you at all times.

One figure who would take you in is Carmilla Carmine. She already has two daughters whom she adores deeply, and so she has a lot of experience with teens and teaches them all they need to know.

Your fashion probably just matches her looks, and she is more than happy to help you pick out a proper, well-rounded wardrobe that not only suits exactly what you like but also matches her a little bit. Lots of red and grayscale clothing.

Carmilla reads a lot, usually with a glass of red wine, and she makes certain to keep a section of her bookshelf for you, full of books she thinks you might like. She's the type to read all of them in advance, so when you finish, you can talk to her about them to your heart's desire.

Expect a protective but free household; you and her other daughters are held to her highest standard, and anything your heart wishes, she will do her best to achieve. You are always welcome to join the family business, too.

Another parental figure you may have is Vox! Vox never planned to have kids or take any in; no, he probably thinks he hates kids! But there's an exception for everything.

He probably sneaks you into the V's tower after finding you alone, and he's already committed to getting you cleaned up and warm because, man, what is this kid doing all alone in hell? He can't just—well, he can't just leave you out there, can he?

The more time you spend together, the more he considers you his daughter. You have your own room that he's always bringing things into. He's the type to just knock until you let him in and then give you some random thing he got you. Single slice of pizza, hot chocolate—hey, look how fast he can solve a Rubics cube. Wanna play with this new drone I'm prototyping? I found the book you wanted!

Oh yeah, the fridge is covered in your drawings. Even if they're digital, he has a little digital screen that has a slideshow of your work, and he does his best to show interest in any hobby you pick up.

If he ever hears you say you won't do something because you'd be bullied, he would probably hand you a taser and money to go indulge in what you like and zap the shit out of anyone who pokes fun at you.

He's not a very good parent in terms of morals, but he won't let anyone hurt you or shame you. He would get Velvette herself to help you find your style and would probably bar Valentino from ever EVER meeting you.

Expect a lot of movie nights together, trying all his new technology first, and getting every ounce of support. You'll never be alone, and you'll always be safe because, unless you ask him not to, he's always checking in on you.

Author’s Note - I actually could not pick, I had so many ideas!! So I went for one friend and two (separate) parental figures! I hope thats okay, I was literally ranting to my friends all night about the indeas I got lmaooo

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #helluva boss matchups #hazbin hotel matchups

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miru667 · 4 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIRU!!💖🫶‼️

i wanted to give you something for your birthday but i didn't know so.....a few days ago i was looking into your tags, first i was planning to make Audrey ^v^ but then i found the drawing of Lady Miru and I LOVED IT so i tried to make something with :'> i wanted everything to be a surprise so i tried to look for references on my own xD sorry for the delay 🥹

i should have given it to you sooner but oh well! beter late than never 😊

i also wanted to tell you that you are a great inspiration for me and i'm sure for many more people!!! You are a VERY VERYtalented and friendly artist :"> THANK YOU SO SO MUCH TwT!💖 i hope you had a nice day with your family and friends and I hope it always stays that way <333

SHAKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OMGGGG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 It's still the 20th here so you're not late!! THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE THIS A LOT!! 🥺🥺🥺 WooOOOWWW you drew her so beautiful, I love the colours and composition and she looks so in-character in this pose! It's perfect! ;;w;; The details in the wings are so pretty too and I see you got to paint gold again ✨️🥰 I love the way it sparklessss!

I had a wonderful day, it was such a long tiring work day but I stayed in a good mood the entire day because of everyone's birthday wishes to me online :") I'm lucky..!! And I'll try to carry the joy with me for tomorrow as well since it's going to be yet another long work day tomorrow haha xD

I think you're amazing too by the way, I love your art a lot and you are literally so sweet TTWTT I'm instantly happy whenever we interact, thank you again 🧡

#miruask #shakooo #mirubday #miru667 #dg miru #i'm so flattered that you like my death god miru design omg ;o;

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 5 months

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Yay! Your askbox is open again! ♥️ Hi there, Mousy! How are ya? 👋🏻 Here's a virtual cookie 🍪✨️

I was wondering if you have any thoughts about Isaac as a boyfriend/husband to the Farmer or Alesia as a girlfriend/wife to the Farmer. Maybe them as parents too, because I'm in a very wholesome mood lately! And I might gain inspiration to draw them, again, like I used to! :D Who knows? Hehe... Anyways, take ur time if you're answering this.

Thank you very much if you answered this! Have a good day! (*´▽｀)v✨️

I can't go anon for some reason, but I'm way too excited to wait |_•) I don't think I can calm down from my wholesomeness thoughts.

Hey hey Nim! 👋 Feeling good, thank you ☺️

Oh my gosh, thank you so much for the cookie! *eating the cookie* Mmmm, my favorite ❤️

I apologize for the inconvenience with the ability to ask a question as anon. Turns out I didn't turn that option on, I thought it was on by default 😅 so it's not your fault.

Here some random headcanons with Alesia and Isaac as partner/spouse/parent. Have a good day too! 🫰

Alesia:

Alesia is still responsible for the defense of Castle Village, so even though she lives in the Valley, she keeps in touch with her coworkers.

Not an ardent PDA fan, at most Alesia can be expected to kiss on the cheek in public. When she and Farmer are alone, she will show her tenderness: hugs, kisses, and maybe something else 👀

Loves to give and receive practical things to help in adventures: daggers, amulets, elixirs, artifacts. Also has a collection of rare daggers, so if the Farmer has a nice dagger lying around, found in adventures, it would make a great gift for Alesia.

A loving and moderately strict mother. Will always listen to her children, help them and protect them to the last, but will not spoil them much.

Can be a bit of a overprotective wife and mom, so let Farmer not be surprised that Alesia can break a stranger's nose because he said something bad about Farmer or their children. As it is, she's pretty peaceful.

Even if her and Farmer's kids don't want to become adventurers, the sniper still thinks that giving them a couple of self-defense lessons wouldn't hurt.

In the spouse area, she will set up a stand with her bows and a target, practicing archery in her spare time.

She will find common ground with the residents of Pelican Town very quickly. Her first friends are Robin and Leah.

Every Sunday she goes to Pierre's store to pray at Yoba's altar. Later Andy became her friend after constant meetings.

Her trust is very easy to lose, so Farmer should not deceive her. Never. For their own good.

Even if they are thinking of ending the relationship, let them say it straight, and they will separate like adults. Alesia will not tolerate deceit, and Farmer will regret it bitterly if they decide to cheat her.

Isaac:

With a partner like Isaac, Farmers get the scary dog privileges, whether they realize it or not.

Don't count on PDA, Isaac still can't get used to the idea of having a date. So it can be a bit much for him.

Even when Isaac is alone with Farmer, he may seem cold and closed off. But he's not the heartless, and willing to go down to hell for Farmer.

Farmer is honored to see Isaac's sword collection.

Sometimes Isaac needs time alone, and he's glad when Farmer understands him half-heartedly and gives him some space.

Without noticing it himself, Isaac began to flex in front of his beloved. A friendly fight with another adventurer was an opportunity for Isaac to show off all his skills as a fighter to Farmer.

Can be a rather jealous boyfriend (especially if Lance is hanging around somewhere). Even after marrying Farmer, may not stop being jealous. Apparently, the idea that he's not good enough for Farmer still haunts him.

Not the most affectionate spouse, but he tries hard, is pretty careful and gentle partner.

Only Farmer can catch the rarest phenomenon in the world, a smiling Isaac.

Strangely enough, he was the first to talk about children, and he has taken to preparing for the arrival of a new member of the family with all responsibility. A very gentle and careful father.

#sve #stardew valley expanded #stardew valley #sdv mods #sve alesia #sve isaac #thanks for the ask!

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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To sleep, perchance to dream

AN: And here we are - 30th October, the penultimate day of Kinktober. And it wouldn't be me if I didn't go slightly off piste and go with niche character, or in this case, characters. I hope you enjoy!

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Grouping: Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom

CW: Somnophilia, Tentacle (well tendril) sex, CNC, kink negotiations, exophilia, throuple, banter, explicit sexual content

Word count: 2k

You knew when you broached the subject how they’d react; Eddie with concern and some trepidation, and Venom with outright glee and enthusiasm.

“Are you going to sleep now, Bean? How long until I…we can start?”

He coiled around your body, squeezing you gently, his eyes large, his mouth wide. You brought your hand to your mouth to cover your giggle. The symbiote really was adorable sometimes, reminding you of a large puppy, or a toddler, in how he latched onto a fun idea and wouldn’t let go.

“Slow down V. We have to all be in on this idea - comfortable with it.” As you turned your attention to Eddie you were aware of Venom’s head resting on top of yours, no doubt his gaze aimed heavily at his host.

“So, what do you say,baby? Up for something a bit…risque? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Poor Eddie looked a little flustered, although he often did anyway, and you worried for a moment that this idea of yours went a bit too far for him. However, there was a flush creeping up his neck, and if you weren’t mistaken, his sweatpants looked a little…tented. You tried not to smile. He was definitely in, he just wanted to take some time to think it through before saying yes.

“I…well, I just want to make sure that you’ve thought it through, cos we… I don’t want to hurt you.”

He gave you a wan smile and you felt your heart trip.

Venom swung around, his head hovering between you, his annoyance palpable.

“I do not want to hurt our little Cocoa Bean either. I am not stupid, Eddie…”

You cupped Venom’s face, turning him back towards you.

“No-one is calling to you stupid, V. Are they, Eddie!”

You shot a pointed look at you human boyfriend who shook his head and waved his hands.

“No, nope. No stupid people… aliens… here.”

With that little speed bump smoothed over, you continued your conversation with Eddie.

“I trust you. I trust both of you. I wouldn’t be here at all if I didn’t. And…” You smiled at them both in turn. “It could be really fun. You in Eddie?”

He smiled back, drawing you closer to sit in his lap and Venom coiled himself around the pair of you.

“I’m in, sweetheart. If you want it, I’ll do it. And you’re right, it could be fun.

“Hooray! Eddie doesn’t suck!”

“V, be nice.”

You’d organised your plan for a few days later; a Friday night so you’d have the whole weekend to recover and decompress.

Eddie and you had had a few more discussions about what was to come, V getting very grumbly when you had to calm down his exuberance. But you were excited, and you knew Eddie was as well.

Coming out of the bathroom, dressed in a lacey negligée, that barely concealed any of your body, you smiled coyly at your partners, who were hovering in the doorway. Sashaying across the room, you perched on the side of the bed, swallowing down the two tablets you’d placed on the bedside table earlier.

“Come lay with me, you two.”

You opened your arms, welcoming them to you. Eddie had on a pair of black briefs, that snuggly hugged his hips. You lay down, Eddie’s head against your breast and Venom’s disembodied head resting on your stomach.

“It’ll take about 30 mins. And you don’t have to start straight away.”

“But we want to!”

You chuckled, Venom’s head bouncing as you did.

“I will wake up eventually, you know, if it gets to a certain level of, umm, roughness.”

Venom just grinned at you, saliva dripping from his fangs, in a look that would have been terrifying if you didn’t know him, didn’t understand his intent.

You yawned, the tablets starting to take effect, and you snuggled down into the mattress. Eddie’s voice rumbled deeply across your chest.

“And you’re still happy to go ahead, sweetheart?”

“Totally green, baby. Totally green.”

Forty mins later and you were fast asleep, your entire body relaxed in a chemically assisted slumber. Eddie looked down at you, his excitement warring with his trepidation. You wanted this. You were happy for him and V to do this to you. And the idea, well he (and V, obviously) had already jacked off in the shower more than a handful of times in the last few days just thinking about it.

“Stop being a pussy, Eddie. Our Bean is asleep now, look!”

A tendril erupted from Eddie’s body and shoved at you. You just rocked from the momentum, snuffled a bit and went back to your quiet snores.

“V! Don’t do that!”

“But I was showing you. We can start!”

Eddie rolled his eyes as Venom licked his lips.

“I know you want to Eddie….your cock is awake!”

“Fuck’s sake.” He blew out a shaky breath. “Okay. Okay. Just like normal. She’s just asleep.”

He reached out, and placed his hand on your calf. He marvelled at the softness of your skin. You’d gone all out for this fantasy, and realising that made his cock chub up more. When he slid his hand up, over your knee to your thigh, and you didn’t stir, his touch became bolder. His other hand found your other leg, and he rubbed up and down, massaging your lush flesh.

One of Venom’s tendrils appeared next to Eddie’s hand, wrapping around your thigh, snake like, creeping up towards the small lace panties you had on under the negligée. A second tendril travelled up your body, over the sheer fabric to curl over and around your breast, the tip of it over your nipple. The tendril rippled, rhythmically, and a small breathy sigh left your mouth.

Venom sniffed the air and grinned at Eddie.

“Bean likes it. She is leaking. It smells good. When do I get to taste?”

“Take it slow, you parasite. Jeez.”

“Do not call me that, Eddie. If Bean were not here I would…”

“Yeah, yeah, you big baby. It’s just that we’ve got all night. Don’t be so impatient.”

Eddie’s hands moved higher and he leant forward, pressing his lips to the skin just above the swell of your breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”

He knew you couldn’t hear him, but he was used to talking to you in bed; it would have felt weirder not to.

“Can’t believe you’re letting us do this. I wonder when you’ll wake up. What will be the thing that pulls you from your slumber?”

He sealed his mouth over the breast that Venom wasn’t massaging, sucking at it, gauzy lace and all, flicking his tongue over your nipple. You sighed again, and your legs shifted, moving further apart.

“I am going to remove Bean’s underthings. I want to taste her.”

From the corner of his eye, Eddie saw Venom’s tendrils grip the waistband of your panties, and with a tug, rip them from your body.

“Careful! She paid good money for this outfit.”

“I will buy her another one”

“You don’t have any money, idiot. How are you going to do that?”

“I am not an idiot. I will just eat someone who does have money, and use theirs.”

“Eating people is not the solution to every problem, you know.”

“It might be.”

Shaking his head, Eddie decided to return to worshipping your body. He moved to your other breast, now released by Venom, and the symbiote wrapped himself around your prone legs, lifting them and holding them wide so he had full access to your pussy.

Eddie heard Venom growl and glanced down to see his long tongue worming its way between your legs. Even in a deep sleep you reacted to the slick intrusion, your hips jerking and your mouth letting out a deep moan. Venom pulled back with a grin.

“She’s so sweet, Eddie. Come, taste.”

Eddie moved down your body, slipping between your thighs and burying his head in between them, his tongue tracing a similar, if not so deep, path. He groaned as he tasted you. He wasn’t surprised when he felt Venom’s tongue sliding in beside his own, felt Venom’s touch caressing his skin. They worked in tandem, gently coaxing the pleasure from your body. Your breathing increased, letting out small gasps in your sleep, until your body trembled and the pair felt you gush onto them.

Venom withdrew his tongue, and, manifesting more tendrils, worked to pull Eddie’s brief’s from his body.

“Fuck her, Eddie. She wants it. Want’s us!”

Eddie repositioned himself, leaning over your body, taking in the slight sheen of sweat on your skin. With Venom holding your lower body aloft, it was easy for him to sink into the warm clutch of your pussy.

“Oh, fuck!”

Your body was relaxed and welcomed him easily. He started off with slow, firm strokes, wanting to enjoy this as much as he could before you inevitably woke. He watched Venom’s tendrils cover you more; coiling around your stomach, and your breasts. Sliding down under your ass.

Even if Eddie hadn’t heard the small whimper leave your lips, signalling that Venom had wormed his way into your tight hole, he’d have known it by the way he could feel the roiling tendrils press up against his cock through the thin wall separating them.

“V! Shit! Jesus!”

Your moans were becoming louder, your movements more pronounced and both Eddie and Venom knew you’d wake soon. Eddie’s thrusting lost rhythm momentarily when he felt Venom wrapping around his hips, trailing lower and he looked down to see inky blackness cockscrewing around his cock as it moved in and out of you. Venom squeezed, but before Eddie could utter a sound, his long tongue curled into his host’s mouth.

This was the image you woke to, a delirious Eddie rutting into you, Venom invading his mouth and a writhing fullness in your ass. A guttural moan had barely left your lips before a tendril pushed between them, gagging you, overstimulating you.

Your orgasm wracked your body, the muscles in your pussy and ass spasming, squeezing down hard on the intrusions. You squirted, covering your lovers in your spend. Venom pulled himself for your and Eddie’s mouths, allowing the latter to lean over you, and press his lips to yours. As your tongues tangled and your hands grabbed Eddie’s short hair, you felt Venom slipping his tongue into your mouth, a sloppy three-way kiss - he didn’t like being left out.

You could also feel Venom rippling around Eddie’s cock inside you, and you weren’t surprised when a few moments later Eddie let out a deep growl, filling you with his cum.

He dropped to the bed next to you, looking fucked out and sweaty. Slowly and gently, Venom retracted his tendrils from their hold on and in your body. He licked them, making appreciative noises, before they retreated back into Eddie’s body.

Your head was fuzzy, the sleeping tablets still trying to coax your body into their embrace.

“Woah!” Next to you, Eddie snorted.

“Woah, indeed. You feeling okay, sweetheart?”

Not sure you could string a coherent sentence together, you nodded and then turned your body into Eddie’s, nuzzling in close. Feeling a butting at you hand, you lifted your arm to let Venom slip under it, joining the group hug.

“Was great. Sleep now.”

“You are going back to sleep, Bean? Does that mean you want to do it again?”

“No, you idiot. She means actual, real sleep. All of us.”

“I… am… not… an idiot!”

“Well stop acting like one.”

As Eddie and Venom continued to bicker, you allowed a soft smile to spread across your face and let yourself fall back to sleep; part of the strangest throuple ever.

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#symbrock x reader #eddie brock x reader #venom x reader #eddie x venom x reader #kinktober22 #kinktober 2022 #late writes

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mrclairdycat · 1 year

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☆ MORE WELCOME HOME HEADCANONS CAUSE I'M HYPERFIXATING >:3c

So... It's canon that the neighbours pick Wally up and that he likes to be held. Sometimes randomly, other times because he asks. However, I headcanon that Wally asks to be picked up just by putting his arms up: everyone in the town just knows what this means. Eddie, though, forgets about this. I imagine a moment where Wally sees Eddie walking and puts his arms up. The mailman looks at him, confused, then goes:"Oh!" and gives him two high fives before walking away to deliver the mail and whistling. Wally is left there with his arms up. he watches his hands like "👁v💧👁" and then watches as Eddie walks away.

Wally's swirly hair is bouncy. Barnaby loves to just pat the hair and say "Boing bo-boing." Wally hates when people touch his hair, but he likes to hear Barnaby laugh so he lets him do it.

Speaking about Wally's hair, he loves having a hair morning routine every single day, it's a routine that brings him joy, to him doing his hair means starting his day. He's never seen without his hair done, if he couldn't do it the day would be totally ruined, he would have a meltdown (when he has a meltdown he just goes non verbal and stays home all day. Home probably tries to cheer him up, too.)

Polly is very mother. She takes care of everyone in the town as if they're her children. The neighbours often visit her since she's so pleasant, it's like visting grandma's house! Whenever someone visits her she can't help but start cooking them something. The neighbours always so "Oh, don't bother," or "You don't have to really," but she feels like she has to, it's in her mother instincts!

I have headcanons for the character's music tastes: Wally likes soft love or romantic songs: he listens to them as he draws and moves his feet up and down, he hums aswell. Barnaby likes to listen to jazz because it's improvised, fun and nice to vibe to. Eddie likes rock music: he probably stims to it and definitely pretends to play a guitar every time. Poppy likes to listen to pop songs, especially ones made and sung by female artists. Julie likes them aswell, especially the more upbeat ones. Whenever she comes over they probably sing and dance together. Frank likes classical music, especially while gardening, reading or studying. Home loves lullabies, who Wally sings, Howdy likes to listen to the same songs that play at his store, kind of like elevator music and, at last, Sally listens to dramatic music: she loves to immerse in it, imagine scenarios and act as if she's in a play.

Barnaby is a heavy sleeper, and a loud one too. He snores a lot.

Wally often has nightmares that he wakes up from in the middle of the night. Whenever this happens he goes to Barnaby's house, crawls in his bed and sleeps with him. It's the only thing that stops him from having nightmares. Surprisingly he doesn't mind his snoring too, since he likes having someone making sounds as he sleeps. It's comforting to him, because it means they're there. He also thinks Barnaby is very comfy considering his fur and size. The dog is used to waking up some days and see Wally there, it happened many times. Since it doesn't wake him up he doesn't mind it: whatever helps his friend is ok with him. Barnaby also believes Wally's nightmares are pretty standard, but they're actually gorey and dark and are, mostly, about his friends dying and stuff, or waking up one day to a desert town, which is why it upsets Wally so much.

Wally has people pleasing tendencies. He just wants to make friends with anyone he meets, which is why he's so friendly and nice. However, don't be fooled, this doesn't mean you can trample all over him. Sure, he doesn't vocally set boundaries, but if you do something to hurt his feelings he's gonna get his revenge... in other indirect ways. He's also often scared that his neighbours wouldn't be friends with him if he wasn't like this, which is why he often feels resentment. He's wrong though: his neighbours would totally still love him.

One time, as Frank and Julie were playing together like always, she said something like:"Oh Frank, why are you always so angry all the time? Be more like Wally! He's never upset at anything, that man is always so happy," she then started to wonder: "why, I don't think I've ever seen Wally be truly angry at something. Do you think he can't just feel anger, Frank?" she asked. "Of course he can, everyone feels emotions, silly. All of them. I do have to say though, I'm curious to see Wally angry." They organized a plan to make Wally angry and watched inside Howdy's store from the window in secret as they executed it: Wally came up to Howdy and gave him the posters he drew for the store. Howdy acted out the plan:"Seriously? These are so ugly," he stated as he started to make up things to criticize, "I will not accept them, you need to do a better job." He then looked at Wally who had an indescribable look on his face: he thought he was about to yell or something but, instead, he started to silently cry. Everyone panicked: Julie and Frank immediately ran up to the little guy, she hugged him tightly while Frank continously apologized. Howdy started giving him all the apples he had in his store to try and cheer him up... They decided they were not going to try to make Wally mad ever again.

I headcanon Wally to be aroace and poly. He feels strong platonic affection to all the people he makes friends with, he wouldn't like the classic idea of relationships. Why would you love two people differently? to him love should be equally shared!

#welcome home #welcomehomepuppetshow #partycoffin #wally darling #welcome home headcanon #welcome home headcanons

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kneelingshadowsalome · 9 months

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Uh Uh! Miss Salome! *raising my arm high like I'm in class and snapping my fingers* May I give two suggestions for the just friends playlist please? :) I already prepared a little presentation:

1.) "Jeremy" by Pearl Jam

I just heard that song again after a long time and I immediately had to think about König as a young boy or teenager. I just want to give the little nugget a hug so bad and tell him that he will find true love one day...

"At home drawing pictures

Of mountain tops

With him on top

Lemon yellow sun

Arms raised in a V

And the dead lay in pools of maroon below"

Imagine our little K in his broken home. His violent tendancies, induced by the abuse he has to suffer trough, are already blooming as a little boy. His father is yelling at his mother downstairs. König in his room is escaping into his imagination, drawing himself on top of one of the austrian mountains he can see from his window as the hero who defeated all evil, standing on the corpses of his enemies...

"King Jeremy the wicked

Oh, ruled his world

Jeremy spoke in class today"

"King Jeremy the wicked" ?! That fits so fucking well, my head is spinning. That weird kid who falls out of every norm, physically as well as mentally, and who can't seem to find his place on this earth like an alien from another galaxy whose spaceship crashed here and he can't get back. So he becomes quiet, just trying to be as invisible as possible, to not always be confronted with his otherness, not drawing even more attention to himself. And if on a rare occasion he speaks in class, you can hear the giggles and whispers of the other kids. After that, every time he promises to himself to never say a word again. Anger, shame and sadness laying heavy in his stomach.

"Clearly I remember

Pickin' on the boy

Seemed a harmless little fuck

But we unleashed the lion

(...)

And he hit me with a surprise left

My jaw left hurting

Dropped wide open"

One day something clicks in his brain. For years he is getting bullied, always tried to flee from the conflicts, never fighting back. But this time instinct kicks in and he hits back, hate and fury burning in his eyes. The others don't see the freak who they pick on daily for fun, before them stands a giant, an always passive and obedient bull that just got aware of his own strength and who's not afraid to use it from now on. The others run away. König stands there, an odd sense of relieve in his chest. He won for once in his fucking life, he has the upper hand now. He will get addicted to this feeling. There's no going back.

2.) "Vermillion" by Slipknot

Keywords here are: dark, dirty, romantic, obsessive. What can I say more? (I recommend watching the video while listening, it fits the whole vibe of the story very nicely I think!)

"So fragile yet so devious

(...)

She's the only one that makes me sad"

Engel being this seemingly soft and shy girl with the pretty dresses, who no one sees. But she has that twist, that fascination for darkness and madness. And König who detatched himself from his own emotions due to all the trauma, to survive all the abuse. But Engel reaches deep into the dark pit in the middle of his chest, arms deep, afraid what she will find but determined nonetheless, retrieving his scarred heart. Holding it in her soft hands, dusting off the spiders webs and giving it a little warmth back, just a bit more, little by little, whenever they see each other.

"My Dahlia bathed in possession

She is home to me

I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse

But the stress is astounding

It's now or never she's coming home

Forever"

Shit, I don't think I even need to elaborate any further here...

"I'm a slave and I am a master"

König, on the first look, is having the upper hand in the relationship, being possessive and controlling Engel, invading her privacy in any way he can and being the dominant part when having sex with her. But if we're being honest, König is totally at Engels mercy. She holds him firmly in her soft little hands and he would do anything for her.

Thank you for your attention. *giving out handouts to everyone and going back to my desk*

Holy moly that ask is long enough already. Thanks for all the fodder for my brain with the König craze on your blog recently! I'm REALLY enjoying it!

Much love to you and everyone who read along! <3

These are perfect songs as well! I added them to the playlist but feel free to add more if you have any suggestions, the link should be working now & can be found in König masterlist and the ask I answered right before this one.

I loved your presentation & loved all the details you wrote about König’s life (no matter how sad most of them were 💔), and how he feels with Engel, how his inner world comes alive in the lyrics of the songs. And this really got me:

"Engel reaches deep into the dark pit in the middle of his chest, arms deep, afraid what she will find but determined nonetheless, retrieving his scarred heart. Holding it in her soft hands, dusting off the spiders webs and giving it a little warmth back, just a bit more, little by little, whenever they see each other. "

Brb crying 😭

"König, on the first look, is having the upper hand in the relationship, being possessive and controlling Engel, invading her privacy in any way he can and being the dominant part when having sex with her. But if we're being honest, König is totally at Engels mercy. She holds him firmly in her soft little hands and he would do anything for her."

Yes oh dear god. I had (a little too much) fun writing the yandere x yandere drabble but I still think König & Engel are just made for each other! He is on his knees in spirit, forever pledged to her and only her. If these were the old myths and if this was an actual dark fairytale, König would go to the depths of the underworld to bring her back from the dead, he would rend the heavens and announce war on God if he kept her from him. It's that serious. ❤️

#answered #just friends playlist #yandere könig

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mis4dv3nture · 7 months

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Kinktober, Day 14

Day 14: Orgasm denial

Pairing: Phantom x Rain

Word count: 970

Rating: explicit

Tags: nudity (artistic), masturbation, orgasm denial, a bit of voyeurism and hand kink if you squint.

A/N: I absolutely didn't project my own artist desires in this ficlet, no no.

<<You know, Bug, you have such a pretty face>>

Phantom smiled at that sudden compliment.

The common room was silent, there were only him and Rain, reading sitting at the table, and Swiss, laying on the couch playing with his phone.

<<Oh, thank you>>

<<I'm serious, your face is so damn pretty>>

Rain got up to get closer to him, he cupped his face between his hands. He stared at him for a few seconds, admiring his face like he was an artwork.

<<The features of your face… they're so nice…>> he whispered, gently rubbing his cheeks with his thumbs.

<<I…>> the quint ghoul tried to say something, but all he could do was blushing.

<<Your eyes… and your nose… your lips…>> Rain kept praising him as he caressed every part of his face with his fingertips <<so… beautiful…>>

From the couch, Swiss laughed.

<<Looks like you found a muse, my beloved artist>>

<<Artist…?>> Phantom asked tilting his head.

<<Oh, artist is a big word, I just… like drawing…>> the water ghoul lowered his gaze, slightly embarrassed.

<<You should draw him if you like his face that much>> Swiss interrupted them.

Rain looked at the multi ghoul with a huge smile.

<<Yes! Yes I should draw you!>> he said looking at Phantom.

The quint ghoul was a bit incredulous.

<<M-Me…? You wanna draw me…?>>

<<Yes yes yes I wanna draw you!>> he was extremely enthusiastic about it, Phantom's heart warmed to see him so happy.

He grabbed his hand and dragged him to his room, the multi ghoul laughed again on the couch.

<<You can sit here>> Rain told him with the sweetest voice, as he pointed at an armchair.

The water ghoul sat on a chair, watching the quint ghoul getting comfortable; he opened his sketchbook.

With a black pen he started tracing the lines of Phantom’s face, he looked very happy.

The quint ghoul kept staring at him in admiration, the moves of his hand on the paper were absolutely hypnotizing him, he only had one little doubt.

<<You… you're not drawing with a pencil…?>>

<<Yeah, it's a bit weird, isn't it? I like drawing with pens. I think that's because I know that I can't make mistakes, so I draw better…>> he answered without looking away from the paper.

He kept sketching for a while, then he lifted his head to look at him.

<<Did you know that you have such a nice body, Ant?>>

The quint ghoul blushed.

<<No, I… wait, what do you…?>>

<<I wanna draw the rest of you too>> he whispered <<but only if you want to>>

Phantom felt physically incapable of telling him no. He really was enjoying that situation, and it was also incredibly boosting his self confidence.

<<Yeah, why not, I mean… if you want to…>>

<<Amazing!>> the water ghoul's face brightened <<Come on, Bug, get undressed>>

The little ghoul took off his shirt, then his jeans, then he kicked off his shoes. Rain stared at him like he was the most beautiful statue in the world.

<<Take those off too…>> he told him, pointing at his boxers with his ballpoint pen <<…if you don't mind to>>

Phantom shyly obeyed, in his life he could have never imagined that he would pose naked for an artist.

He kept watching Rain working, the way his hand moved was incredibly attractive, being naked in front of him was creating an intimacy that was definitely doing something to him. He felt so pretty, loved, so vulnerable exposed, but mostly, he felt so connected with the water ghoul.

And before he could realize it, he got hard.

The water ghoul immediately noticed, Phantom's cheeks flushed red, he got even more embarrassed (and more hard) at the thought that he couldn't hide.

<<Go ahead Bug, touch yourself>> he told him with a smirk as he turned a page.

The quint ghoul reached for his length with a shaky hand.

<<Slowly>> he ordered him with a firm voice.

And Phantom slowly started stroking himself, Rain kept scratching the paper with the pen.

<<Good boy>> he praised him <<keep playing with yourself for me, I wanna draw that pretty pleased face of yours>>

His hand kept moving up and down with a slow rhythm, soft moans occasionally slipped out from his lips, his breathing got heavier and heavier.

After barely ten minutes he was already close.

<<Rain… ooh Rain please…>>

<<What's wrong, Bug?>>

Phantom's thighs were shaking, he couldn't wait anymore.

<<I'm so close, can I- aah- can I…>>

<<Not yet>> he answered sweetly.

<<Please Rainy I need…>>

Rain looked at him with a tender smile.

<<Be patient Bug, I'm not done yet>>

<<Rainy…>>

<<Come on baby, be a good boy and you'll get a reward>>

A tear rolled down Phantom's face, he just wanted to let it go, it was starting to hurt, but he kept slowly stroking himself, his hand now completely coated with his own pre.

But he desperately wanted to be a good muse for his artist, it was all he could think about.

After a few minutes Rain put the cap back on the pen, then stared at the pages with a satisfied look and closed the sketchbook.

Even if he was edging himself in tears, Phantom thought that he couldn't wait to see the results.

The water ghoul stood up and got on his knees in front of him, he spread his thighs open and gently massaged them with his hands.

Phantom's whimpers gor more desperate than ever.

<<You've been such a good muse, Bug, you really inspired me>> he spoke with a warm, teasing voice <<now go ahead, paint my face like I'm your own artwork.>>

#kinktober #ghost #the band ghost #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul

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madfantasy · 1 year

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Dear blogging

Wish you ease and comfort, and all that you desire.

I've been trying not to fall again into the dissociative zombie trance I freeze in, but I only can fight it so much considering..

Even just typing what I think of a butter milk lolly I tried first time seems to be the most pointless thing in the world.. such as my view on me still inhabiting it.. like how ever or whatever I say or do, there's no point, there's no outcome, there's no reason in bothering...

The festival wasn't very festive and even tho struggling to find commissions to cover any not net bill expense, I managed to get something to do something new for it— makeup

I have a long list of trying things for the first time and makeup was on there, I'm all for it in the name of self expression and refinery, and to me especially I always wanted to try nd do even beyond that. But now I tried it, it seems like I need a new set of hands cuz my god, what is drawing in reverse AND on a stretchy surface such as the skin.

I got myself and siblings some and arrived in time for the festival. No body humoured me as much as i hoped, and my guardians being the supportive bunch they be even laughed at— which I already know— my screwed application. Even with their encouragement to keep it on, I promptly wiped it off and did not bother with makeup after.

Just in the past few days I started using lipstick more and I noticed it helped me stop chewing on my lips, which is a nice positive to get out of it. Also I'm in love /hate relationship with the way the brush feels on my face, it's relaxing but suddnly feels too ticklish to continue, idk. At least I've been enjoying my kit as if I bought new art tools and hope to have more colors with time and get better at it.

Like finding out things like— lipgloss freaking burns or numb your lips and that's ON PURPOSE?? I worried I was having a reaction cuz i picked brands randomly & as cheap as possible, tried to get one of everything, and as you can see I have allowed my red-black pallet fixation control my choices. Like eyeshadows being mostly reddish I thought it will look super vibrant on me, but they turned very complementary on my skin tone, hehe. And those nail polish removal stuff, they kill my fingers, just by using them daily, that aside the disgusting feeling of rubbing my nail with wet tissue — PURE AGONY.

My charms too arrived, the ones I've ordered with my new phone and have long gave up on seeing again cuz they seemed to never arrive. It something dear to me, i wanted to put before me symbols of the ones to treasure who commissioned me and helped me get a new phone. Which was something also I first time try— accessorising my phone.

Bee for Ka 🐝 kitty for Katty 🐈 the mask 🎭 as a representation of the death eaters life I enjoyed illustrating with VanMarky, V for my precious Vee, and so on. It escaped my notice that I need pliers to fix them into the chain lol so they remain loose for now..

Now i added another vid to upload for the day i hope it doesn't torment me, im tired of seeing this as an always occurrence, it's not helping, but keeping me longer into this festering mental decline..

I'm happy that the 100$+ net subscription cost I barely have each month paying off 8D

Sorry fir being so hopless, trying to live to art..

5 a.m. 3.5.2023. Tummy hurt

#text #drawing journal #personal

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[R] Kazunari | V-Sign Rabbit Ears

Ta-da! Yukki and I tried making a sack for the sack race~♪ This just makes me wanna hop hop☆

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Ways to Hype Up Sack Race - Part 1

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*Director's default name as Izumi

―Lounge Room (Night)―

Kazunari: I went shopping today, and guess what? The store was selling Easter goodies~!

Izumi: It’s that season already, huh. Are you guys gonna make Easter eggs together this year too?

Tsumugi: We had a great time when we made them before, so I think that’s a good idea!

Taichi: I wanna do the egg hunt again! We did it at the dorm last year, right?

Kumon: Yeah, and it was super fun!

Izumi: Speaking of, I remember there are many other Easter games that you can play. Like egg race, sack race, and so on.

Kumon: Woah, sounds interesting as heck!

Taichi: Let’s try those other games too!

Kazunari: In that case, we should hold an Easter event with plenty of Easter games for this year!

Tsumugi: Easter event?

Kazunari: Yup! Wouldn’t it be fun if we compete against each troupe and score points for each game like the sports day?

Kumon: Yeah, it totally does~!

Taichi: We’ll name it “MANKAI Easter Event”!

Tsumugi: That sounds very exciting. I’m sure everyone would love it.

Izumi: Alright then, we’ll continue the discussion while listening to everyone’s opinions and plans.

Kazunari: Yay~! I’ve actually been wanting to do an Easter event with everyone for a while now!

Kumon: Hey, hey! Let’s double the excitement by adding a prize for the winner!

Taichi: Ooohh! Nice idea, Kyu-chan!

Kazunari: Okie, then I’ll let everyone know after I put together the overall event plan~!

Izumi: Sure, we’re counting on you.

Taichi: For the prize, I want Director-sensei to prepare it!

Kumon: Good idea!

Kazunari: They’d be totes motivated if they hear that Director-chan’s gonna reward them~!

Izumi: Really...? I’ll have it ready if that’s the case.

Tsumugi: Please do.

Taichi: So excited for the event~!

―Mini Lounge Room―

Kazunari: I’m home~...

Muku: Welcome home!

Yuki: You’re unusually in low spirits. Did something happen during sack race practice?

Kazunari: Nah, it’s just tougher than I thought...

Yuki: If I recall, sack race is a game where you put both legs inside a big sack and jump to move forward, right?

Muku: I can imagine how hard it must be...

Kazunari: Sure, it’s exhausting, but I’m just not feeling it at all~.

Yuki: Isn’t that because you’re using a plain-looking sack? Add some pattern on it and that should motivate you, even if just a little.

Muku: I see, he might be able to do his best if he uses a cute sack!

Kazunari: You’re right! Guess I’ll go and draw something on it~!

Yuki: It won’t be that exciting to draw on a brown sack, right?

Since it can’t be helped, I’ll make one with a bright colored cloth for you.

Kazunari: Eh, you will?!

Yuki: A sack’s easy to sew after all. If it’ll help Kazunari wins and gains some points for the troupe, it’s a small price to pay.

Kazunari: Thanksies!

Muku: Good for you, Kazu-kun!

Kazunari: Yeah! Alrighty then~ I’m gonna make the sack look even better by drawing on it!

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Ways to Hype Up Sack Race - Part 2

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―Lounge Room (Noon)―

Misumi: Are the triangle onigiris delicious~?

Citron: Very much! Thank you, Misumi~!

Kazunari: Sumi’s onigiris are the bestest!

Tenma: I’m home~... Oh, you guys having lunch? Quite late for that.

Citron: No, no! We’re eating these as a fuel before the exercise that we’ll be doing later!

Tenma: Exercise?

Misumi: Kazu and Citron said they’ll be practising for the sack race! That’s why I made some onigiris for them~.

Tenma: Oh~ For that Easter event...

Yuki: There you are, Kazunari. Here, it’s done.

Kazunari: Is this a sack for the sack race...? Eh, you finished it already?!

Yuki: Of course.

Kazunari: Thanks so much, Yukki! Now then, let’s come up a design for it~.

Since it’s for a sack race, I want something that’d make me go hop hop~. I wonder what would be good?

Misumi: I think onigiris are good!

Kazunari: Ooh, that’s a nice idea~!

Yuki: Only Trianglian would be happy for that.

Citron: I suggest sweet shrimp candy!

Kazunari: I see. Ronron will be in the sack race as well, so drawing a sweet shrimp candy might motivate him too!

Tenma: Hey, don’t forget that he’s your opponent!

Kazunari: Oopsie, true that~! In that case, I’ll draw it in the backside!

Citron: Yay! My idea is approved~!

Kazunari: Thanks for the idea, Ronron! Let’s draw the backside now~!

―(Evening)―

...Hm, like this?

Citron: Yes! That’s very well-drawn~!

Tenma: There’s still some space, so why don’t you draw something that makes you excited, Kazunari?

Kazunari: Hm~, something that gets me excited, huh~. If that’s the case...

It’s gotta be this!

Yuki: “Hype Up!” are words, not a drawing.

Kazunari: Oh right, gotta draw this too~!

Misumi: A triangle onigiri~! Thank you, Kazu~!

Yuki: In the end, you drew the words “Hype Up!”, the Trianglian’s favourite onigiri, and the sweet shrimp candy requested by Citron...

Tenma: You sure you’re happy with this?

Kazunari: I feel like doing my best when I see it, so it’s totes OK!

Hey guys, let’s take a pic with the sack! Get in, get in~!

Misumi: Okay~!

Citron: I’m in~!

Kazunari: Alrighty, say cheese!

*shutter*

Misumi: Did you take it~?

Kazunari: Yup, got a good shot!

Yuki: So? What’re you gonna do with the front?

Kazunari: Ah, you’re right! The front needs a design too!

Tenma: More importantly, weren’t you guys gonna do the sack race practice? It’s evening already.

Citron: Oh! That’s right!

Kazunari: I totes forgot about it~!

Citron: Even if we practise now, it’ll be dark outside soon...

Kazunari: Right~. Such a bummer~.

Story Clear!

#a3!#a3! translation #meenatranslates #kazunari miyoshi #miyoshi kazunari #i tried making the names with troupe color but idk if it looks good #and yes i know its been a while and maybe will be gone again

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