#i have no idea if this looks good i am drawing half asleep

[magics-neptunes-things]

Peacefull

Hola todos ♥

This is a request and I realise only now that "Laia" can be Laia Codina too *Pan* So I hope this is what you wanted dear anon.

Resume : Sweats moments with your girlfriend, the morning after a big win.

Have you all a good day :)

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Feeling a ray of sunshine caressing your face, you lazily stretch in your bed. You feel the softness of the sheet on and under your half-naked body and the duvet that still covers you completely. You are still half asleep and you gradually realize the things around you.

The fact that the sun can pass through your roller blinds tells you that it should not be far from 12 o'clock, unless this hour is already passed. Paradoxically, the apartment and its surroundings seem to be particularly quiet. It must be said that it’s located at the top of the building and that it hides a lot the traffic noises of Manchester. And besides, it’s Sunday.

You smile in your half-sleep state, feeling the hand then the arm of your girlfriend slip on your belly and your waist while you are lying on your back. Turning your head in her direction, you open an eye to see that she's awake even if she is also still well wrapped under the duvet. You close your eyes and settle back more comfortably, unconsciously getting closer to Laia. She takes the opportunity to lie down on you so that you can place her face on your collarbone and you pass your arms around her waist.

"Buenos días mi Amor"

Your girlfriend’s still asleep/raspy voice makes you smile, especially when you hear her speak in her native language. You have always found it particularly sexy, you who come from Canada. You love her accent, which tends to come out when she’s tired or angry. You lazily lay a kiss on her hair, discreetly inspiring the smell of her shampoo.

"Good morning campeona"

You played a game last night and Laia scored her first goal in Manchester City. Needless to explain the pride you felt when you saw her do it. Stuck on your goal line, you couldn’t rush to her to congratulate her, but you tried to show it once you both came home last night after the party your team organised. You were both tipsy but it was perfect as always. This in addition to the match yesterday probably explains the state of fatigue you both find yourself this morning.

You feel Laia move on on you to deposit kisses on your face, making you smile.

"Five more minutes, Love" you mumble as she continues, running along your jaw with her lips.

"I’ve already spent 30 minutes watching you sleep"

"My girlfriend is a psychopath, I should have known. She was far too perfect" you keep mumbling in a sleepy voice.

Laia laughs and you can’t help but smile when you hear her. Her laughter is like music to your ears and you end up opening your eyes after she places an ultimate kiss on your lips.

"I am hungry"

Laia’s complaint makes you roll your eyes while smiling. You put both your legs and arms around her to stick her against you, preventing her from moving.

"I said five more minutes"

It's the Spanish woman’s turn to roll her eyes, but she lets you do it willingly, drawing shapes on your belly with the tips of her fingers. You start dozing again, enjoying the caresses of your girlfriend. You moved in together a few weeks ago and you quickly got used to the idea to wake up and fall asleep everyday next to Laia.

"If you get up now, I promise you to make the pancakes you love" Laia state, making you open an eye to look at her.

"With chocolate chips?"

She humms before straightening up to deposit a new kiss on your lips. This girl knows how to talk to you.

"Continue like this and it’s you that I will eat for breakfast" you joke before gently releasing her.

She smiles at you maliciously and kisses you again before getting out of the heat offered by the duvet. Her movement makes a cold draught of air pass under the duvet, making you groan and shiver. You turn to your side and watch Laia put on the satin bathrobe you offered her for her birthday. With her tan skin and her light hair, she’s glowing.

"Qué?" she asks when she sees you looking at her.

"You're just so beautiful" you simply answer her, before laughing gently seeing her blush.

She throws you a pillow before running away from the bedroom to go to the kitchen. Rolling on your back again, you stretch for a long time before deciding to get up in your turn. You go through the bathroom to refresh yourself before returning to the room to put on a flocked football jersey named Aleixandri.

You follow in Laia’s footsteps to the kitchen, finding her making you breakfast. You smile when you see her tiptoe to grab the chocolate chip package at the top of the closet. When she has mixed the precious ingredient with the rest of the dough, you discreetly approach her to pass her arms around her waist from behind and squeeze her against you.

Her startle makes her squeek and you laugh gently, making you forgive by putting a kiss in her neck.

"It’s smells good baby" you whisper against her skin, smiling when you feel the chills that it causes her.

You keep tickling her in the neck with your lips, an amused smile stuck to your face.

"Such a tease" she mumbles before turning around in your arms.

You kiss her gently, tenderly, for a few minutes, until the first side of the pancakes is cooked.

"What do you have planned today?" you ask while continuing to watch her cook, keeping her in your arms.

"Nothing special. Ona has to call me this afternoon, but that’s it. You want to go for a walk in the forest?"

You look out the window, happy to see that the sun is always present in a blue sky. Unreal for an October in England, but you really love this season like this.

"Sounds like a perfect plan"

#laia aleixandri #laia aleixandri x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine

[synthwayve]

Hi have this absolute crackpot of an AU my delirious 4:00 AM brain came up with where Micolash fulfills the role of the Plain Doll. Doodles+rambling below the cut \o/

Imagining him saying “Ah, good hunter” has been killing me for the past 30 minutes

In all honesty I have no idea where any of this came from, I think I just wondered what it would’ve been like if Insight was the loose stat that does not progress the story, and Beasthood/Blood became the story-dependent stat. That brought up the possibility of Laurence and Gehrman communicating with Kos rather than MP, and THAT made me think “what if Laurence got whisked away like he was supposed to, instead of Gehrman taking the fall for him?”

Since the doll looks like Maria and not Laurence, I figured if Laurence were in Gehrman’s place, his doll wouldn’t resemble Gehrman. So I started wondering who else would fit the role AND. YEAH. Then I just went insane from there. In this AU, moon presence would be dead(maybe “washed up” in the field of asphodels rather than the beach?) and Yahar’gul would fulfill Yharnam’s role (since it’s the more insight-heavy area, so there’s be Old Yahar’gul and New Yahar’gul lmao). I think Kos would take an arm rather than a leg thanks to the placement of the Kos Parasite, but I still drew Laurence in a wheelchair because I imagine after a certain point he’d lose the energy/mobility to walk due to an unclean cut and eldritch shenanigans.

I like to think that while Gehrman has the know-how to create the doll and MP gave it life pygmalion style, if Laurence were in his position, he would 1. Not know how to do that and 2. Not create Micolash anyway. So I thought it’d be funny if Kos just dumps him in the dream like “hey I heard you were upset, here’s something that’ll make you more upset” because Great Ones don’t understand human feelings. Kos thinks having a curious doll that can’t be killed is a gift, but obviously Laurence would Have Issues with seeing his old academic rival who died horribly just be “Brought Back But Wrong” like that. Perhaps Lady Maria and her research patients would be a really big deal and Micolash+The School of Mensis would have been the first “faction” to die in this AU. I haven’t exactly marked out who “”swaps”” with who since there are quite a few characters who dabble in both Blood AND Insight, so their biases are hard to figure out(maybe Rom would fulfill Carylls role and you’d get to fight an ascended/beastified Caryll, The Byrgenwerth Runesmith?) idk!

This is all just silly half-asleep “hey what if”s and “oh this would be goofy to draw”s so obviously I’m just tossing ideas around. And doodles! I’m tossing doodles around too :,) okay goodnight

#my art #Bloodborne #bloodborne au #micolash host of the nightmare #laurence the first vicar #plain doll #I am Going Insane #if I had to see this mf every time I needed to level up I think I would also start seeing things on the walls #headcanons #soulsborne

[criminal-minds-girlie]

hi! i saw you were taking requests so here i am :)

what about tattoo artist!emily prentiss doing f reader’s first tattoo! make it smutty if you want but no pressure!!

First Tattoo, Lasting Love

AUTHORS NOTE: thank you so much for the request I've had such writers block tbh struggled a little with the end tbh

pairing: artist!emily x fem!reader

genre: fluff

Summary: Emily is giving y/n her first tattoo and y/n is a little shy

word count: 263

As you're sitting shyly in the tattoo chair that Emily has in her house looking at some of the silly tattoos she’s done one herself and friends she gently taps your hand “sooo what ideas do you have for your first tattoo y/n?” her smile was contagious as you look at her and speak softly “maybe a cartoony version of sergio?” 

After a good hour of searching and drawing you pick a cartoonish fluffy version of Sergio  and Emily gently rolls up your joggers and shaves your thigh before placing the template on your thigh. She grins ear to ear seeing it “beautiful...are you ready to start y/n?” you nod anxiously and Emily notices your anxiousness and holds your hand softly “you're in safe hands with you know that right??” You nod and Emily lets out a gentle sigh of relief “let's begin then” as the whirr of the tattoo gun fills the room you smile watching as Emily begins the tattoo.

After about an hour and a half the whirr of the tattoo gun stops and Emily gently cleans the tattoo and wraps it “it looks beautiful Emily.” you smile “just like you” you continue to ramble on and on about the tattoo “I absolutely love it! Thank yo- what did you say??” Emily smiles and cups your face “I said you are beautiful” as a blush creeps on your cheeks Emily gently kisses your lips and you just melt into her arms and you end up curled into her arms under the covers fast asleep in her jumper.

#first fanfic #criminal minds #love criminal minds #fluff #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #fem!reader #cute #tooth rotting fluff #emily prentiss imagine

[thefarminggoblin]

Cuddling with the Gotei 13, with visuals

I’ve been in a super soft mood lately so here are some soft headcanons for the captains and lieutenants of the Gotei 13.

This is a part 1.

In order, the to do list is:

- Lieutenants

- Seated officers

- Vizards

- Arrancar + defectors

- Karakura gang

No warnings. Just good ol’ fashioned fluff 🥰

🔥 Yamamoto

(platonic - are there any simps I should apologise to here?)

“Yes, what is-OH!” He’s surprised as you jump into his arms. He’s not sure if it’s appropriate for him to return the hug. If it’s a spontaneous friendly hug, he’d probably just pull away a little and ruffle your hair fondly or pat your shoulder, “While I appreciate the affection, I am not sure what it was you are seeking. However, you could be spending your time much more productively. Now, go and finish your duties.”

BUT! If you’re visibly upset over something he wouldn’t hesitate to give you a comforting bear hug. “There, there. Whatever is bothering you, you are strong enough to push through it. Until then, you have my ear.”

🥷 Soi Fon

You wake up, unable to move. “Soi-chan?” No response. You try wriggling, but the more you struggle the more you become trapped, “Soi-chan, we need to get up.”

“Mmm… a few more minutes won’t kill anyone.”

“…you sound like Captain Urahara.”

You’ve never seen get out of bed so fast.

💉 Unohana Retsu

Her sweet voice rouses you from sleep, “Good morning, my love.”

“Good morning, honey.”

She kisses your forehead. You move to leave, only to find yourself suddenly caged in underneath her, a twinkle of mischief in her eye.

“Shall we take advantage of these early hours?” Her voice has dropped a few octaves, and you find yourself unwilling to leave her embrace as she begins peppering kisses down your neck.

🌸 Kuchiki Byakuya

You gaze into the beautiful slate grey eyes of your lover. His face is serene, his eyes half lidded and a tiny smile on his lips. You’re both still trying to catch your breath after your previous… activities. The tender expression on his face as he strokes your cheek ever so softly makes your heart ache. You adore him, and he adores you. You mirror his movements, hoping to convey the same emotion, brushing away some of the hair sticking to his damp forehead.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

His eyes widen slightly, gasping so softly you swear you imagined it. “I mean it, ‘Kuya. You’re so beautiful it hurts.”

He takes your hand and kisses the palm, then your wrist. He shifts himself slightly to press a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering on your brow.

“Beloved, it is you who are the beautiful one.”

You wriggle even closer to him, nestling your head under his chin as he draws you in. You fall asleep to the soft sounds of his soft breathing.

🦊 Komamura Sajin

You treasure mornings like this. Mornings when it’s raining heavily, and the two of you are snuggled together. Gazing into each other’s eyes, stroking each other’s faces, tangled up in each other’s arms.

“Sajin?”

“Yes, dearest?”

“You know I love you right?”

“Of course I do-“

“In both forms.”

His eyes widen in disbelief.

“You don’t have to keep shifting for my sake. I know it takes a toll on you. Your appearance doesn’t change how I feel.”

His eyes tear up, but he can’t bear to expose you to his insecurities getting the better of him, so he buries his head in your chest and draws you to him.

His shoulders start shaking and you feel your heart break, “Oh sweetheart, no, it’s okay.”

“Are you certain you can love me in my other form?” His voice is muffled but you can hear it crack with emotion.

You cup his face and make him look at you, “It’s who you are. I wouldn’t change you for the world.”

He sighs and kisses your eyelids before gently pressing his lips to yours.

You grin, “And besides. You’re super cuddly either way, my love.”

Finally, he smiles, “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

🍶 Kyoraku Shunsui

You’re suddenly tackled onto the bed, and Shunsui is merciless as he tickles your sides, “And just wheeeere do you think you’re going, hmm?”

You’re laughing so much you can’t breathe. “Sh-shuun- AHAHAHAA- st-stoooop-“

Brief, bristly kisses are placed up and down the column of your neck, “I will as soon as you tell me where you hid it.”

“N-never!”

“I see.” He says gravely as he stops, sighing, “Tsk, I’ll have to resort to some other tactics then.”

“I-I s-s-suurrende-AHH SHUNSTOPPIT!!” He’s tickling again, this time blowing raspberries into your skin. “I GIVE UUUUP.”

He stops and pulls you onto his chest, pressing kisses against your scalp as he runs his hands up and down your back soothingly. He sighs as he runs his fingers through your hair, wishing the moment could last longer. But he had to leave before his lieutenant scolded him for his tardiness.

“So, a deal’s a deal. Where’d you put my hat, petal?”

❄️ Hitsugaya Toshiro

“‘Toshi?”

You’ve caught him napping on his office couch again. A flash of annoyance runs through you; judging by the dark circles under his eyes, you can guess that he’s been pulling long hours, trying to pick up his lieutenant’s slack again. He’s likely spent the night in his office.

He needs real sleep. You try to gently rouse him, stroking his hair and face gently and calling his name.

“Mmm… whaaaa?” He eventually opens his eyes, blinking rapidly. They’re bloodshot from eye strain. You take his hand and give a little tug.

“Come on, honey. You need to get some sleep in a real bed. It’ll be more comfortable.” You make to pull him up again, but tugs right back, and you fall back onto the couch with a yelp.

Before you can protest, he readjusts the both of you, encompassing you in his arms and pressing a few kisses on your face. It’s surprisingly comfortable. He sighs, nuzzling his face against yours.

“I’ve got all the comfort I require right here.”

🗡 Zaraki Kenpachi

You knew better than to ambush Kenpachi while he was doing his hair, but getting payback for him bumping your arm - on purpose - while you were doing your make up yesterday was far too tempting.

However, now you found yourself in the middle of the most intense pillow fight of your life. You’d managed to get to the bedroom faster than him, getting in 2 decent shots before you were unarmed.

In hindsight: this was a TERRIBLE idea.

“You’ve done it now, kid.” His face lights up with glee as he snatches the 2 offending objects from the floor and lobs them at you, which lands you flat on your back on the bed.

You manage to grab one and throw it back, but he catches it single handedly. He springs onto the bed, straddling you, the pillow raised above his head as he grins maniacally.

“Any last words?”

You did the only thing you could think of: spring up and throw your arms around his waist, putting on your best puppy dog eyes.

“Truce?”

“Truce.” The pillow was thrown to the side, and suddenly you were laying on his chest, his strong arms wrapped around your waist. “I win, though.”

🧪 Kurotsuchi Mayuri

In the blink of an eye, the book you’re reading is ripped from your grasp and thrown across the room. A split second later the air leaves your lungs as your lover’s head lands on your chest, his body crushing yours.

“‘yuri, can’t… breathe…”

“Mmmph.” He grunts, shifting his body so you’re not completely smothered and you take a deep breath. He huffs, burying his face in your chest.

“Bad day?”

“Mmph...”

“Failed experiment?”

“Mmph.”

“Poor dear.”

“Mmph!!”

“Oh. Head rubs. Gotcha.”

“…mmph.”

He’s asleep in minutes, snoring softly. He may conduct countless experiments on himself to improve his stamina, but he’ll never be a robot.

🍵 Ukitake Jushiro

Jushiro places a soft kiss on your lips as you slowly open your eyes, “Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?”

His soft smile is almost blinding, “Mmm, how long have you been awake?”

“Not very long.” He smirks, mischief suddenly gleaming in his eyes, “You had quite the look on your face.”

“…I was dreaming.”

“Oh, was it an interesting dream?”

You smirk back at him, you fingers tap dancing on his chest, “…possibly.”

He chuckles, “I see. Then, shall we make your dream a reality?”

You’re suddenly pinned underneath him, laughing as he peppers your face with kisses. It quickly becomes heated, all deep kisses and roaming hands and-

“You wrecked it, monkey brains!”

“No, YOU wrecked it, booger breath!”

-aaaand there they are. You huff, the moment ruined. Jushiro rolls off you, a frustrated groan leaving him as he pulls the sheets over his head.

“I’m not here.”

You join him. “Neither am I.”

#I’m trying to branch out of JUST writing for Jushiro #but it’s hard and I’m not sure if stuff is ooc #don’t be afraid to give me feedback in the comments! #yamamoto genryusai #soi fon x reader #unohana retsu x reader #hitsugaya toshiro x reader #zaraki kenpachi x reader #kyoraku shunsui x reader #ukitake jushiro x reader #kuchiki byakuya x reader #kurotsuchi mayuri x reader #komamura sajin x reader #bleach x reader #I took liberties with Komamura’s #man needs more love #casually ignoring canon is my toxic trait

[the-modern-typewriter]

Ngh, I have to agree with that anon, you're really talented at writing vampires who truly feel dangerous, and not just softies with fang. If you like the idea, do you think you could write something about a Victorian maiden alone in her bedroom, waking up to a vampire scratching at her window, begging her to let him in because he's just so very cold, and he longs for her warm embrace to feel alive again. She doesn't want to at first, because even though he's beautiful, he's also pale with long teeth and nails and a wicked smile. But then she gazes into his eyes, and they draw her in irresistibly. Basically, I'm really curious about how you'd write vampire hypnosis, old school Gothic novel style!

Everyone knew that vampires went for the pretty girls and handsome boys, the lords and ladies of fortune and good breeding with their soft skin like fine-china to serve such lethal meals, tucked away from the world and oblivious to the rules beyond their gilded towers.

So, when the vampire first tapped at her window, she assumed she must be dreaming. She certainly didn't think to scream. Instead, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and stared.

Maybe it was already too late, truly, from the first their eyes met. Even if it was only for a heartbeat. She should have known better. Mostly, though, she simply wanted to know - to bite the forbidden fruit of him, and taste the sweetness of such an otherworldly thing.

He was pale and delicate in the moonlight, like a boy from an old painting. A man. He was not a boy, he was a man, and even as that registered, she felt her heart skitter. He appeared older than her, but not by much.

He was beautiful.

It felt a odd to even think it - beautiful. But, he was. The most beautiful thing she had ever seen, though she could admit that there was scant competition. Beautiful things did not often come calling for her.

So, she stared, and prayed maybe god might forgive her a few moments at looking at something so lovely. Surely he would look, too, with a face like that at his window?

"I'm so cold," he said. "Won't you please let me in?"

The fine points of his teeth shone in the light.

She realised she had stood up from her bed. She realised she had half crossed to the window towards him, her trembling fingers curled around the latch. Her breath fogged up the glass and his did not.

She swallowed. Fear - and something else, something unfamiliar - curled like smoky invitation in the pit of her belly.

"Let me warm myself in your arms," he murmured. "For I am so cold, and you are so lonely. Are you not, miss?"

She yanked her hands back from the latch as if she'd been scalded, taking a few stumbling steps back. And...

He grinned. His voice changed, away from its sorrowful longing, and terribly it suited him more.

"That's how the line goes, isn't it?"

She squared her shoulders, heat flooding her face. "I ask that you leave, sir. You are not welcome here."

"Oh, miss." He wet his lips, and craned a little closer to the glass, as if he could feel the warmth of her even at such a distance and longed for it. "The pounding of your heart protests otherwise."

She had no proper response for that, and so she whirled away from him - it - with great determination, and returned to her bed. She put her back to the window and willed herself not to turn and check again.

He was back the next night, and the following, and soon enough she felt a little dizzy from sleeplessness and stolen glances. When she did manage to fall asleep, her dreams were strange fragmented things, consumed by the wicked smile of a pretty man warming up beneath the forbidden press of her hands. He would kiss her neck, and the swell of her chest, and hold her with such strong arms. And his eyes...they would burn into her, as if he had never once been made to be dead, made to be cold.

Curse the creature! And yet, she could not shake the thoughts of him.

After a week of it, she went over to the window again, with every intention of scolding him for his efforts. Just because he was a thing of the night, did not mean he had to be so improper when she was trying to sleep.

Their eyes met again.

His were very pale, as silvery as the rest of him, like a cat's eyes glinting in the night. They were...they were...

"Won't you undo the window latch?" he asked, and then with another quirk of a smile, as if to mock them both. "I am so very cold."

She didn't remember exactly undoing the latch, but then the window was open and the night air was cool upon her flushed skin. It was awful cold, and she shivered.

He rested his arms upon the sill, preventing her from slamming it shut again, but did not enter yet. He watched her as intently and as transfixed as she observed him.

"Are you ready to ask for what you want, miss?"

What she wanted?

"You intend to kill me. I suppose you imagine that nobody will miss me." She jutted her chin up. "I have told the priest of your visits-"

"-You have not."

She faltered.

"But I can humour you, if you wish to tell what you confessed." He raised his brows, a small smile playing on those lips again. "Perhaps that you have allowed a gentleman caller at your window at all hours? Vampires do not go for the likes of you. You must have done something wrong."

Had she?

"At least," he said, with a careless shrug, "I imagine that is what they will say."

"You are a monster. A damned thing."

"Indeed, but that does not mean they will not be quick to find fault in you for my sins. It comforts them, you see, to believe that they would never do the same."

In an instant, like an unravelling of smoke or another glancing of moonlight, he was inside her home. He smelled like snow. His mouth had more colour than the rest of him, red roses to the lily of him, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

"Let me get that," he murmured, and closed the window behind him with a soft click. "I would so hate for you to catch a chill."

She backed up a step, though it was far too late for that.

"You have - my mind -"

"Yes." He closed the gap between them, only to cup her face gently, and oh he truly was cold. It made her gasp. Her knees felt weak. He did not let her fall, cradling her in the careful cage of his embrace. "You could not have resisted. It is not you - anyone would be the same."

"Then why me?" It seemed a small, pitiful question. It exposed too much that she was not the girl that people wanted. That she was the one whose mother was gone, and whose father didn't notice anything, and who nobody in the village would much miss.

"Because." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then her lips, and brushed her hair back from her shoulders to expose the line of her throat. "You are beautiful." He kissed her neck, her aching pulse. "And when I held your eyes in mine," he whispered in her ear, "I could not resist you."

The next night, he was back again, and the window was open.

"Do you know what you want?" he asked.

And she said, "I know what it is like to be the stranger in this town."

She said, "I know what it is like to always be the one outside, never invited in. I understand it all now, and you..."

She said, "it's dreadful cold, sir. Come in."

#all this talk of vampires and I'm in a mood #next thing won't be vampires haha #vampires #writing #story #creative writing #fiction #sometimes I forget how much I love vampires #i know little of Victorian ettiquette

[agnesthecartoonfreak]

Problematic teen König

⚠️Teen F!reader x Teen König.

(+16, slight smut, cozy, loving, roomates,

Part 2: unexpected maternity

Part1 :https://www.tumblr.com/agnesthecartoonfreak/740399153315774464/problematic-teenager-k%C3%B6nig?source=share

A/N : Calm down it's not what it looks. I'm not insane you'll see

Problematic teenage König is feeding his childhood dreams of marrying you again

Living with you always made his heart skip.

You are quiet like him. Not unconfortable quiet. But more soft low voices in the morning with a cup of tea while there is a storm outside type of quiet.

Good quiet.

Happy quiet.

Peace quiet

A type of quiet that könig never had access to as a kid in a broken household. You heal him. Makes him get used to this domestic life. Like he deserves it

It gives him the chills to know how much of him you saw. Parts of him he did not want anybody to know. The insecure, scared and jealous little boy you once knew. Now with a thicc shell of pure endurance.

But your sweetness still manages to crack his shell open. He is scared. Whenever he tries to keep a safe distance you draw him in back again with his favorite meals, a warm hug and a nice conversation. König always thought you were a good cook because of how warm and gentle you are. Almost... maternal

König almost spils his coffe with that thought

He blushes and closes his eyes.

He can almost see you as his wife and pregnant with his child. His little Venus. His little world.

You would look stunning as you always did. But you would carry a promise with you. The promise of a peaceful happy life. He does not expects perfection. He knows no marriage is perfect. But a gentle, soft and living one. The type of relationship that would make him crawl back home to you no matter what happend to him while he was serving in the army as he planned.

-König! - Little fingers snapping in front of his face brings him back to the present

Little Venus wants his answer

" Vwhat?" könig answers spitting a bit of accent

You giggle

"Do you hear this?" you put your hand in your ear like a shell to hear it better

König stays silent for a moment looking for the unknown sound

" Katze?"he mumbles

"What? Cat? KITTY!!?"

you live with him long enough to know some words in german yourself

You run towards the sound it the first floor

König follows you worried

"Schatz! It could bite you! You don't know if it has rabies"

She wraps the baby kitty half asleep in a old blanket. It bearly fights. The lil kitty looks exausted. Probably running from the rain

König follows right behind you as you take care of the poor kitty. Gives it a little bath warps him in a towel. Afterwards making him a cozy little kitty bed

He is amuses by the scene. Did the universe decided to give him a taste of his future? Is it a sign that it will actually happen? Anyhow he needs to show you that he can be a good dad

He is determined

You two sit down playing with the kitty. You both are talking about possible names. Little Venus points out that he looks like him. He brushes it off

"I know his name!"

"Which one is it?" König stares at you curiously

" Prinz! Cause he is your son! As in König's son!"

You hold baby prinz as if he was Simba from lion king

König turns completely red

"Am I the father?" He asks in a whisper

You can see he does think he deserves it

"Yes!! And I'm the mom!" A innocent smile spreads across your face

Do you have any idea the types of dirty fantasies that could cause him. Making love to you raw like the world is gonna end the next day and nothing else matters anymore. Just this primal urge to be yours

He hugs you suddently. You hug him back

"You think I'm gonna be a good dad someday?"

His voice is shaky. Like he was offered redemption from being a broken boy

"Of course." you stroke his hair giving him the confort of your touch

There is this silent moment. Where you, König and Prinz slowly cuddle in the couch and fall asleep

König dreams of this life.

With you

For ever...

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[delacyrose224]

Strawberry Swing

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: Valentine's Day fluff

Word Count: .8k

Author's Note: I think this is the fastest I have ever put a fic together, and I am blaming it on Bang Chan brainrot. That's all. Oh, and the song of the day is Strawberry Swing by Coldplay!

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You pause, fingers clasped into a fist in front of the door. This was a good idea, right? Bringing Chan food…because it was late…because he’d been working…because it’s Valentine’s Day. Right?

You’d gone back and forth on the whole thing all day. Chan hadn’t told you happy valentine’s day, though you’d texted off and on for hours. It’s not a big deal, you think to yourself. We’ve only been dating a few months. Don’t look too much into it. Maybe he thinks it’s over-commercialized. Maybe he thinks it’s stupid. Maybe he hates the color pink?

Before you can get even more lost in your train of thought, the door in front of you swings open to reveal your boyfriend’s shocked face.

“What’re you doing here? It’s so late!” Chan’s face scrunches in worry looking you over.

You’re so surprised, all you can manage is holding the takeout in your hand towards him. He takes it gently from you, peeking inside.

“For me?” You nod dumbly. “Come in, come in!” He reaches around to the small of your back, guiding you inside his studio.

As you sit on the couch in the far corner of the room, you fidget with your hands. “Is this okay?” you ask.

“Is what okay? Bringing me food? Always.” A small smile dances across his lips as he looks at you fondly. You breathe a sigh of relief and grin.

“How long were you out there?” he asks. A chuckle escapes your lips.

“I don’t think you want to know. Or maybe I’m just keeping an air of mystery about me.”

“Do I still make you that nervous, babe?” Chan throws an overexaggerated wink your way, then barely dodges the pillow you throw at his head. “Hey!”

“You deserved that,” you chide.

“Okay, fine, fine. I’m glad you came by…I missed you.” He stands up, moving across the room to land a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“...what a simp.” It’s your turn to dodge as he dives onto the cushion beside you, grabbing the throw pillow and aiming for your side.

“Okay, okay! I surrender!” You throw your hands over your head, and Chan uses the opportunity to wrap his arms around you and draws you into his chest.

“That’s what I thought, menace.” He leans down, dropping a kiss on the side of your neck and you grow warm at the show of affection.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, your eyes eventually starting to droop because of how late it is. 

“Hey, I thought you came to spend time with me!” Chan pouts, rubbing circles on your arm. “I haven’t even given you your gift yet.” 

“Hmm?” you murmur, still half asleep.

The hand that’s not wrapped around you fumbles beside the couch for a moment, until an envelope appears in your lap.

“What’s this?”

“Open and you’ll see,” Chan laughs. You sit up on the couch and open the pink envelope to see a card, handmade from the looks of it. There’s hearts drawn everywhere, filled in with silver glitter, and in the middle, a stick drawing of a man and a dog. You can’t help the giggle that escapes you as you flip to the inside, where Chan has written a message.

To My Valentine,

I am so very lucky to have met you. Though I haven’t known you for long, every moment we’ve spent together has been precious. You make every day brighter, and I can’t wait to spend many more months together. Gray or blue skies, we’ll face them together.

P.S. I love you Berry much!

Your face burns as you read the last sentence...you hadn’t told each other ‘I love you’ yet.

“Chan, did you make this?” 

“Yeah…I mean, it was Hyunjin’s idea to make you something, he said it would be more heartfelt and meaningful…but I made the thing! I got glitter everywhere.”

He shoves his hands in front of you, and sure enough, there’s specks of silver glitter that catch the light.

“You mean to tell me…you just were cuddling with me…with glitter on you?” He nods. “Which means it’s now on me. Which means it’s never coming off.”

“Um…I just wanted to give you a physical representation of how much I love you?” he offers.

“You love me?” Chan’s ears go pink at your question, but he nods firmly.

“I do love you. Berry much, as the card says. Get it? I drew Berry on the front!” He points at the front of the card, a huge grin on his face showing just how proud he is of his pun.

“Well, I guess we’re even…because I love you so matcha too.” 

Chan groans at your joke, but can’t help laughing as well as he pulls you back toward him, locking your lips together in a kiss.

“...guess we’re a perfect pear.”

“CHAN!”

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[mephinomaly]

[TL] BIOHAZARD/Chapter 5

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Time: That night

Location: In living quarters of the AIIE experiment grounds

Rei: Uwaa, we’re having a sleepover with all of UNDEAD~♪

Fufu. The SS preliminaries was the perfect opportunity for one, but Kaoru-kun was thrown into a desert and separated from us.

I’m happy that the four of us can have a sleepover together peacefully– gah!?

Koga: ...

Rei: Koga? Don’t throw an omanjuu at me? Is this your way of telling me you want to play?

Koga: Stop bein’ so happy-go-lucky, vampire bastard. The hell you mean, pajama party.

Rei: Oya, how nostalgic. Could this be that you want me to call you ‘wanko’ for the first time in a while?

Koga: I ain’t callin’ you that for nostalgia purposes, I’m insultin' you.

Rei: How troubling. Please don’t take your frustrations out on me.

We’ve all given our consent to take part in this experiment.

We can’t complain now, can we?

Koga: We was basically forced to? If it hadn’t been us, it woulda been like, Ra*bits who haven’t done nothin’ wrong.

Then we’d hafta live with the knowledge that them lot are now the victims whilst we watch from the sidelines.

It’s better for our own mental health to just do it for real, right?

‘Cos I don’t like this at all. Don’t forget that.

Kaoru: Ahaha. It’s definitely a little off putting and shady sounding, but it makes for an interesting story, right?

AI idols and stuff– no, technology and science in general has come a long way. Really, it’s like an old sci-fi movie.

If this was just a movie, or even just someone else’s problem, I think it could have been a lot of fun.

Adonis: I also don’t feel great about this but I am interested in terms of the development of science and technology.

This is the future we thought of when we learnt about Voc*loid and drawing AIs, and it’s becoming a reality right in front of our eyes.

We’re now living in a near sci-fi world that people from the past could only imagine.

It’s like a dream, whether that’s a good or a bad thing.

I’m excited.

Kaoru: Ahaha. That totally has the vibe of a boyish heroic novel.

I don’t particularly like that sort of thing either. At the end of the day, I’m still the son of an academic who reached for the sea in search of romance and mystery.

Adonis: I also dislike jumping into areas I don’t know about.

Rei: If we think realistically, if we had refused to take part, there was the likelihood of RhythmLink turning their backs on us.

I suspect they would be rather unpleasant in the matter.

This is a necessary step so we are not thrown to the side. The compensation is rather impressive, and, in simple terms, profitable for us.

Well, we made quite the sum of money during the SS, so we have some to spare.

If an experiment such as ‘AI idols’ is successful, implemented, and announced to the world, won’t they look to us as we were the test subjects? Doesn’t that make this all worth it?

Koga: But this doesn’t solve the problem we’re havin’. They’re just killin’ time, it literally has nothin’ t’do with our situation.

This better not turn into a goose chase, wastin’ time runnin’ ‘round lookin’ stupid.

Rei: Umu. We should all brainstorm some ideas in order to solve the root of the problem, as Koga said. Fortunately, we have been blessed with plenty of time to do so.

Kaoru: Mmm… I was kinda on guard when they said experiment, but if they’re just asking us to stay the night here?

Rei: Umu. We will be given medicine, which will cause us to sleep for about half a day. In that time, via the devices connected to our heads, data will be collected and compiled.

During the time we are not asleep, we will exercise to prevent our bodies from weakening, and eat to keep up our energy levels. Let’s all get on, the four of us.

The testing period will last approximately one week. During this time, any other forms of work are banned, as the extra stimulus may skew the results.

Our phones will be confiscated, and we will be separated from the outside world.

Kaoru: Kinda feels like being a prisoner or a hospital patient… Welp, this’ll be easy money if all we’ve got to do is laze around.

Rei: Umu. I suppose we can take it easy. We will be paid regardless as to whether the experiment produces useful results or not, so it’s not a complete waste of time.

Fortunately, this location is better than a hospital or a prison.

Look, there are some cards and board games we can use to kill time. Let’s play until it’s time for us to sleep.

Koga: Ain’t you bein’ too relaxed ‘bout this whole thing?

Rei: That’s a good thing, is it not? I’ve been acting unusually mature since my youth, so I do not have many experiences like this. Such as having a sleepover with friends of the same age—

That’s why. I can’t be sure of the future, but I know I am very happy right now ♪

[ ☆ ]

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #rei sakuma #koga oogami #adonis otogari #kaoru hakaze #mephi's translations #undead climax #biohazard

[edosianorchids901]

Plausible Deniability

For @book-omens-week Day 5: human connections

“What are you doing here?”

“Hmm?” Crowley looked up from his latest acquisition. Aziraphale stood in the doorway, wearing a vaguely accusing expression. “Oh, hi. I’m buying a painting. Well, not actually a painting. Cartoon.”

He held up the drawing. Aziraphale studied it for a moment, then glanced to the very unconscious human slumped forward across the table. “You look as though you’re outdrinking Leonardo da Vinci.”

“I mean yeah, there is that. That too, anyway.” Crowley grinned. “Humans, eh? Can’t keep up with supernatural entities very well. They’re kinda fragile.”

“They are, at that. Quite clever though, sometimes.” Aziraphale helped himself to a piece of cheese off Leonardo’s plate. “I presume you’re attempting to corrupt him?”

“Nh, mostly I was just…” Crowley waded through the boggy memory of his last several hours. “I told him about helicopters.”

Aziraphale huffed. “You really ought to stop doing that sort of thing, you dreadful old serpent.” He said the term with so much fondness that Crowley smiled. “Humans get themselves in enough trouble without you talking them into creating technology that they’re really not ready for.”

“Eh, I don’t think they’ll be able to make working ones yet. Besides, he’s already got some sketches of similar thingies.” Crowley gestured vaguely to Leonardo’s journals, some of which sat open on the table. “And anyway, what’re you doing here? I’m pretty sure he’s not the pious type.”

“Not so much, no. But he is fascinating, isn’t he? So innovative.” Aziraphale beamed at the thoroughly unconscious human. “I may have, er, wriggled my way into his good graces so I could get a peek at those notebooks.”

Crowley snorted. “‘Course you did.”

“And I suppose you’re here for entirely non self-serving reason?” Aziraphale asked tartly as he stole another piece of cheese. “Simply to give him ideas?”

“I said, I’m buying a drawing.” Holding the drawing up again for emphasis, Crowley grinned.

That definitely wasn’t the only reason, though. Crowley liked people, even if he didn’t really befriend them, and it was nice to connect with them. No human connections lasted long, of course. Humans had painfully short lives, and sometimes Crowley got melancholy about that.

He pushed any melancholy aside and gestured to the chair beside him. “You could sit down, y’know. Might as well sit if you’re gonna eat all of his food.”

“I’m not eating all of his food!” Aziraphale protested while stacking some sort of little sweet cakes on a plate. “He has plenty of food. And wine.”

“True.” Crowley watched Aziraphale fondly as the angel finished loading up his plate and acquired a jug of wine. “Are you gonna read his journals while he’s asleep?”

“Perish the thought.” Aziraphale cast a longing glance at the journals before pouring wine. “Well, I might just read the open pages, but it would be very rude to go further without permission.”

Crowley smiled, leaning back in his chair as Aziraphale devoured half of Leonardo’s food. “Gosh, you can’t possibly be rude.”

Crowley had also eaten and drank a lot—albeit at Leonardo’s invitation—and it was making him sleepy. He kicked his legs up on the table and closed his eyes, letting himself sink into a near doze. Not quite a full doze, though. His body would be seriously pissed off at him if he slept in this position, and spending the next few days limping around didn’t sound fun.

He apparently dozed a little more than he’d planned, though. He awoke to a gentle tap on his arm. “Crowley? Are you awake?”

“Hmm? Oh. Hi, yeah, awake now.” He shifted into a normal position and rubbed his eyes, bleary. Aziraphale, surrounded by Leonardo’s journals, beamed at him. “Oh wow, you did decide to read those, eh?”

“Er.” Aziraphale gave him a guilty look, then took a healthy swig of wine. “Not at all. Merely, um, looked through them.”

Crowley laughed, couldn’t help it, then stood. “Right, so. Are you done yet?”

“I am.” Aziraphale stood too. “Shall we?”

“Yup.” Crowley eyed the wine, then downed another glass of it before picking up his cartoon. “For plausible deniability,” he explained to Aziraphale, who had been giving him a you’ve had enough to drink look.

“Plausible deniability for what?” Aziraphale asked.

Crowley grabbed his hand. “This.”

Aziraphale sputtered slightly, but didn’t argue. A smile crept onto his face, and he let Crowley pull him out of Leonardo’s studio and into the narrow street outside.

Night had fallen solidly now, stars sparkling overhead. The darkness brought cooler temperatures and a gentle breeze, enough that Crowley shivered. This wasn’t the kind of weather that made him feel like basking on a rooftop, unlike the heat of the afternoon.

But Aziraphale’s skin was warm against his, plump hand soft in his grasp. They walked together hand in hand through Florence’s narrow streets under the night sky. Connecting with humans for a bit was fun, sure. But there was nothing like strolling hand-in-hand with Aziraphale, their conversations similarly wandering from topic to topic. It was one of the pleasures of the world, and a pleasure that Crowley enjoyed immensely.

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[bippot]

I just saw a drawing Eddie with a tongue piercing and I have so many thoughts and none of them are holy

Link to the drawing

Summary: Eddie gets bored one night and decides to make himself more metal by sticking metal in his face. And, honestly, he has no idea how his girlfriend will react.

Ps. Please don't do this!! Get piercings done professionally.

Tags: lip piercing, Smut, Established Relationship, Gags, Handcuffs, Shameless Smut

Song Recommendation: Hurts So Good by John Mellencamp

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

Piercings are fucking rad. Everyone knows that. Admittedly, it is best if they're done by professionals in proper, sanitary conditions and not a grimy trailer at 2 am.

Eddie was bored. Bored out of his mind. Y/N was at her own house. Uncle Wayne was at work. All of the other Hellfire members would surely be asleep by now. So, Eddie was alone. And that's never a good thing.

Arriving at his house at around 10 on a lovely Saturday morning, Y/N let herself in as she often did and immediately saw a small, very drippy trail of blood leading to the bathroom. Oh no, what dumb shit has her boyfriend done now?

For the most part, the bathroom was clean. He'd managed to clear that bit up without much trouble. Originally, he'd intended to get rid of the trail but he felt lightheaded and needed to lie down before he had the chance to.

Moving into his room, Y/N gave his sleeping form an ocular pat down, a surveillance of sorts, just checking for where the injury was. She couldn't find it. Not for the life of her. Maybe it was because he was lying on his stomach. The wound could be hidden at this moment.

Waking him up by straddling his butt, she placed her hands on his shoulders, lightly rubbing and giving him a massage. He let out a low groan, slowly coming back to consciousness. When he opened his eyes and looked back, he found Y/N looking down at him.

"What the fuck did you do to yourself?" she asked.

Muttering into the pillow, he groggily replied, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lie. Big fat lie.

"Show me your mouth."

"No."

"How have you gained a lisp overnight?"

Busted. He was absolutely busted. She lifted herself up a little so he could flip around to face her, grunting as he did so. He was still tired and sore. Why couldn't she have come later when he was up and ready? Not that he didn't want to see her. Of course he did. He just needed to come up with a good explanation for his actions, which he didn't have.

"Let me see."

"Nothing wrong with me."

"Let me see your mouth, Edward." She put a hand under his chin and used her thumb to carefully pull his bottom lip down, causing him to drop his jaw so she could see.

Swelled and still bright red, his tongue had a steel barbell stuck through it. Honestly, he hadn't done that bad of a job. Getting it professionally done would've been monumentally better though. How he got blood everywhere, she had no idea?

"You pierced your tongue," she stated, tilting his head from side to side, trying to look at it from every angle.

Desperately, he was trying to gauge her reaction. Did she like it? Would she hate it with a burning passion and decide to break up with him for it? That would suck. He didn't want that.

"I wanted a piercing," he declared sheepishly, shrugging dramatically.

"It looks painful."

"Yeah, it hurt like a bitch," he replied, rubbing his tongue against his teeth, still not accustomed to the feeling. "On my first go, I stopped half way."

He said it as if it were nothing. As if he couldn't have potentially fucked up so hard and lost all feeling in his tongue. Still, he could get an infection and that's not happening on her watch.

"Well, that explains the blood," she pointed out, relieved that it wasn't anything serious. "I'm glad that-"

"You should get one too," he blurted out, making her jump a little. "I think you would look cute with one."

Tentatively patting his cheek, she got up and went to the kitchen area. They had to have painkillers somewhere. She made sure to keep the rummaging noises to a minimum as Wayne was in bed after his night shift and she didn't want to wake him.

When she finally did find the painkillers in the back of the cabinet, she came back to the room with a cool glass of water and held it out Eddie, who gratefully accepted it as he sat up. "Thanks, babe."

"You do know that you're not supposed to smoke or drink for the next two weeks now."

"What!? Since when?" Truthfully, he knew absolutely nothing about piercing maintenance and just did it on a whim. It was like all those times he'd given himself tattoos. He never planned it. It was an impulse feeling.

"Fiona. You know Fiona, right?" He nodded. She was one of Y/N's friends that he met maybe twice. "She got hers done last month so that's the only thing we've heard about since then."

Still, that didn't answer his query. "What's that got to do with booze?"

"It irritates. Bad for the healing process."

Running his hands up her waist, he joked, "I can deal with irritation. I deal with you on a daily basis."

Placing a hand on top of chest, she playfully pushed him backwards onto the bed and leant down, brushing the tips of their noses together before coquetting, "But you love it when I irritate you."

True. It was what kept his constant state of arousal at a manageable level. He had to constantly be stimulated, otherwise he'd go mad.

Staring into her eyes, he said, "You're lucky I love you."

"I love you too, handsome."

As she straddled his lap, she lazily started placing sloppy kisses down his neck. It was a gesture of endearment more than anything, but it turned him on nonetheless. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as she began to softly nibble and lick his skin, causing his dick to get harder. God, he loved her.

When she finally stopped, he opened his eyes and looked into her face. She smiled, finally giving him a kiss on the lips that he returned wholeheartedly. He intertwined his fingers into her hair and tried to deepen it, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

"Ow!" He whined, rearing back quickly. Guess he couldn't deal with the irritation. "That hurts."

After quickly surveying if he'd actually done any damage, she let out a laugh and extra gently kissed his cheek.

"Don't laugh at me."

"Don't do idiotic things then." He grinned, loving the way she had made him feel. No matter how much he messed up, she still loved him. It was unconditional and he appreciated it more than he could ever tell her.

She rolled off his lap and stood up, leaving him a little disappointed as he watched her hips swaying seductively in front of him. "Where are you going?"

"Someone has to clear up all that blood."

"All that blood? It wasn't that much. You're over-exaggerating," he said, standing up and pulling his t-shirt off before following her into the kitchen. She smugly grinned as she looked at him over her shoulder and gestured to the trail. "Okay, so it's a little more than I thought."

"You, think? That's the first I've heard of that," she teased before collecting any cleaning equipment that he owned (which wasn't a lot). "Now help me clean up, you big baby."

With both of them working, it was gone in no time. Eddie couldn't help but look at her ass as she worked on her knees. The boner he was sporting before had gone down, but watching her had it threatening to pop back up at any second.

"Stop wiggling your ass so much," he groaned, earning a smirk from her as she glanced over her shoulder and winked. She had no idea that she'd been doing that, but she could use it. Use it to further annoy him. 

Reaching back and slapping her own ass with her non-dominant hand, she listened as he let out a frustrated sigh. As her hand moved away, she flipped him off playfully. "You are having too much fun watching, so why would I stop?"

"Because I don't want to have to take responsibility if my uncle catches me fucking you on the kitchen floor."

"I'd love to see you try."

He had to turn his head and groan out loud. "You're determined to drive me insane aren't you?"

"It's my job." She continued her work, not looking at him as he stared daggers into her ass.

The minute, no, the second all traces of his botched attempt was clear, Eddie slung Y/N over his shoulder and made his way to his bedroom, putting a hand over her mouth to quiet the giggles that were bound to fall from her mouth. He flopped her onto the bed and hovered over her, waiting for her to calm down before he started to passionately kiss her, completely ignoring the pain in his tongue as he did so.

Slipping his hand up her shirt, he let his fingers brush over her bra, before he moved it out of the way and started to gently pinch her hardened nipple. She couldn't help but squirm under his touch, loving how his smile seemed to get the better of him every time she let out a quiet noise of pleasure from him.

Sliding his underwear off, he moved to lie beside her and groaned, "God, you're a brat, you know that?"

Another giggle escaped her as she crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs, her nails dancing down his chest as the other found its way to his cock. "I prefer the term 'sexy minx' myself."

"This is true," he agreed, playing with her hair as he tried unsuccessfully to ignore the pleasure she was giving him. His nonchalant manner faded quickly since she unhurriedly let her fingertip trace the entirety of his shaft, from his balls to his tip. He groaned, letting his head fall back as she began to move her hand up and down his shaft.

"You like that?" she whispered.

"Makes me crazy," he grumbled. She smiled mischievously before leaning down and giving him a light peck on the tip. He nearly jumped out of his skin, but she just laughed before taking him into her mouth. She took him in slowly, her eyes focusing on his as she gave him a look that screamed 'take me all you want'.

His hands found their way into her hair as he directed her movements on his cock. It wasn't long before he was begging her to take his arousal all the way down her throat. His hips moved restlessly, desperate for her mouth.

"Shh... we don't want to wake your uncle up, Eds," she reminded him, replacing her mouth with her hand as she spoke. The feeling of her fingertips moving up and down his length was driving him out of his mind.

"We're swapping. I'm about to cum all over your face," he informed her, halting her hand so they could switch places.

"You are not going down on me."

"Why?"

"Want to run the risk of an infection, you dumbass?" He really hadn't thought his piercing through. Still, it looked fucking sick. It would be fine. Surely it would be fine.

Yet, he pretended. "No, you're right. Yeah, that would be stupid," he said, giving her a smile that should've given away that he was planning on disobeying her.

"Good." Moving up, she let him flip them over and begin undressing her. Eddie didn't waste a second. He slid his fingers into her, delving into her wet core, finding her already damp and ready for him. He wasted no time in plunging in. His hand found her G-spot almost immediately. He pushed a few times and was rewarded with a quiet lustful moan. 

"Fuck, so wet, princess," he whispered as her lips found their way to his neck, moaning into his skin as a way to muffle the sounds she was making. He began to speed up, keeping his movements steady and sure, focusing only on pleasing her. She was the only thing on his mind.

So, when she prepped, he retrieved the cuffs from his wall and slapped them around her wrists, restraining them above her head to his bed frame, leaving her unable to move.

"Beautiful," he complimented as his head moved down, pressing kisses to her bare body, going lower and lower until his nose rested on her arousal.

Before he could even think about starting to eat her out, she wiggled her leg up and gently pushed him in the forehead with the heel of her foot, chastising, "Stop being pussy mad and think for once."

"Pussy mad? You're saying I'm pussy mad?"

"Yeah."

Removing her foot from his head, he childishly retorted, "Fuck you, you're pussy mad."

Well, "I have a pussy and I'm getting mad, so yeah, guess I am."

Shit. Shit. He'd made her angry. That was not what he wanted to do. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Y/N angry was not a thing he liked seeing. He'd not seen it very often. Stopping his attempt, he panicked and asked, "Wha- why are you mad?"

Men. Men are idiots.

"Because my boyfriend isn't listening to me." She let out an exasperated sigh and gave her best puppy eyes as she explained, "Just hold off for 2 weeks, and after that? You can eat me out all you want."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," she swore and totally would've done the action if she had free use of her hands. But the good news was that he gave in. He'd promised to wait for a few weeks.

And wait he did. That didn't mean he wasn't impatient. Every moment they were alone, he was either whining about his new life as a pierced man or whining that she wouldn't let him go down on her. He couldn't take it anymore. As soon as the two weeks were up, exactly at 12 am, Eddie arrived at her house. She'd been awake and heard the familiar rumbling of his van.

Letting him quietly through the backdoor to not wake her parents up, they crept up to her room and as soon as her door closed, he practically pounced on her, kissing her deeply. "Two weeks are up, sweet cheeks."

Seconds before she could reply, he went back in for a passionate kiss, backing her up towards her bed and pushing her down against the mattress.

"Take off my clothes," she told him, a grin on her face. So he did just that, slowly undressing her before taking off his own clothes and joining her on the bed. With one final kiss on the lips, he trailed his hands up her legs, finding her sensitive clit with his mouth and giving an affectionate lick. She let out a small squeal, her head falling back as her back arched. 

The addition of the cool metal bar in his mouth was different. A good different, but still a strange difference. It made his movements more forceful and the coldness of it made her shiver. He kept his movements slow, soothing and gentle, moving his mouth over her clit so she could feel every part of his tongue, both hands clamping down on her waist, his thumbs caressing her skin as she rode his face. 

And, she was getting louder and louder.

Usually, he was the one with the noise issue. But today? Whatever he was doing, whatever was new, she seemed to really like. Maybe she was too loud? He could rectify that. Quickly grabbing her panties that were still around her ankle, he ordered, "Open your mouth," and stuffed them between her lips when she did as he said.

It must've been a record. A record of how fast he made her unravel on his tongue. The friction and the taste of her arousal made his dick throb with excitement. He continued to focus on her pleasure until she begged him to stop, which was clear by the way she whined into the gag.

Pulling the underwear out of her mouth, she looked at him with adoration and panted, "Holy fuck, that was… wow." 

"I take it you like that, huh?" he asked, basking in her approval.

"Oh, you have no idea." She awkwardly moved her tongue around in her mouth, the fabric of her underwear having depleted all of the moisture from it. "Not going to lie, my mouth feels like the fucking Sahara though."

"Want me to spit in it?" He joked, fully thinking she'd understand that he was just messing about. So, when she opened her mouth once more and stuck her tongue out, he couldn't believe his luck. He leaned in and spat in her mouth before bringing her into another kiss.

"You know the drill," she commented, getting out from under him and moving to the rug she had by her bed. Her bed was way too creaky. Without waiting for him because she knew he'd follow, she lay down on the comfy fabric and watched as he removed his underwear, complimenting, "Nice ass."

"You say that every time." He got to his knees and loomed over her, staring down at her naked body and taking in her perfect features.

"It must be true then." She pulled neck down to kiss her way from his jaw, his ear, up to his cheek before running her hands along his collar bone. When she got to his lips, her fingertips lightly stroking his bottom lip, she said, "Come on, we don't have all night."

"So impatient, baby." He lifted her hips and with one long stroke, he pushed into her needy body, entering her in one smooth motion. She closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of him so deep inside of her, the hard length of him rubbing against her most sensitive spot.

He set a steady, slow tempo, never rushing, always being deliberate. He let her get as comfortable as she needed, letting her legs come up around his waist and his hands moved to hers, pushing them into the rug beneath them as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

Putting her hand over his mouth before a moan could escape his lips, she warned, "Do I need to get the underwear?"

"No," he groaned in reply, his voice muffled by her fingers. He gave a few more long, deep strokes and soon, he was pounding into her, his movements growing faster and faster. She pulled his hair, digging her nails into his scalp as she took his cock, taking him deeper and deeper inside of herself. 

Not breaking the rhythm, he reached down and grabbed her ass with both of his hands, moving her up and down on his erection in perfect unison, until she breathlessly whispered, "Gonna come, Eds."

Just before she came, he squeezed her ass cheek, holding her in place as he fucked her with hard, fast strokes. She came for him, her body tensing in orgasm, her inner muscles squeezing tightly around his cock. With his heart thundering in his chest, and sweat dripping down his body, he came seconds later. 

They stayed that way, entwined, for several minutes. She was still catching her breath when he asked, "So, the piercing? You like it?"

"Mmm… I do." She smiled and snuggled closer to him, their naked bodies pressed together, her leg thrown over his thigh, her hand resting on his chest. "I really like it. A lot."

"Good," he said with a grin. "I really like you liking it."

The pair got redressed and climbed into bed just in case they fell asleep and her parents walked in. They'd be able to deny that they did anything if they were clothed. Or at least they'd have a chance to lie. 

Resting her forehead on his chest, Y/N listened to Eddie's heart beating and his deep breaths. He'd already fallen asleep, but she was still awake, content in his arms. She smiled and closed her eyes, and soon, she too was fast asleep.

#eddie munson & reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader

[stacywaters]

Purple Ink (RM)

[Words in bold are in Korean]

I begin another doodle on my arm. It's nearly filled now with sketches from my ballpoint pen.

"Seriously, I can't believe your soulmate's never asked you to stop. Your drawings are everywhere at this point" my friend Stacy laughs.

I finish up the rose I'm drawing, "I'm sure they love my drawings. They've told me themself."

Stacy sighs, "I wish my soulmate talked to me more.. do you think I'll ever find them?"

"Easy. Just write your name really big on your forehead, they won't miss you."

"That is FAR from a solution, Y/N."

I laugh and look back down at my arm. A small heart appears next to the flower.

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A Weverse notification interrupts my thoughts as I walk through the door. "RM started a Live" I open the live.

Namjoon and Hoseok are painting. I giggle as Namjoon spills some ink on his arm. Shutting my phone off, I go to take care of the pile of dishes in the sink.

As I pull my sleeves up, I notice a splatter over my wrist.

"What the.."

I run over and grab my phone. Pulling up the app again, I stiffen at the sight.

Namjoon's purple ink stain covers his wrist, a few splatters on his palm. Exactly like mine.

"No way... it can't be" I mumble.

Slowly, I grab a pen and write a small note on my arm by the splatter. Like clockwork, it shows up on his arm: "Namjoon?"

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The next few days, twitter had been blowing up about us.

"Namjoon's soulmate is an ARMY?"

"Guys! She knows! She found him!"

"Aww, that's sweet. Let's be happy for them."

"Wait, you mean they haven't met yet?"

I sigh, bringing my head to my hands.

"What do you want to do about it?" Stacy asks.

"I don't know.. I'm happy but I'm sad and I just don't know what to do. I'm surprised that he's someone I've admired for so long, but I feel dumb for not ever noticing. And I never imagined meeting my soulmate would be like... this. What if ARMY hates me? I don't want to cause him trouble. What if-"

"Relax, girl. I've only seen supportive comments so far. Everyone knows that you can't control soulmates, I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Yeah, I just, i dunno." I slump down in my chair, "it's not like I'll ever get to meet him anyways. It's a lost cause."

"Hey! Chill out. What you need to do is give him a way to find you."

"Such as?" I grumble.

"Such as posting your art online. I've been telling you forever, your creations are too good to keep to yourself! And if you post them, soon enough either he'll find you or ARMY will"

"That's... that's not a bad idea."

And that's how you got here. You'd been posting for two weeks now, but only had about 12 followers.

"Trust the process! He'll find you. It takes time to build an account." Stacy assured you.

"I just feel like the art should be for me, not a faceless algorithm."

"I'm sure he'll find you. He sees your art every day."

"I hope so" I mutter.

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I scrolled on my phone half-awake. I couldn't fall asleep, so I decided to explore my feed on instagram. Suddenly, I received a like. And another like. And a follow. And soon enough, a message.

"Who..." I mumbled.

My eyes widened as I see the message they sent me. (Messages by them are in THIS COLOR, messages by you are in THIS COLOR :))

"I'd recognize your art anywhere"

I shiver at their words. Looking at their account, it doesn't help in figuring out who this is. A part of me carries a small hope. It must be Namjoon! He must have found me! But I don't want to get hurt.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Namjoon :) You draw on my arm all the time.."

No... no way. It can't be. What am I supposed to say to my soulmate? What if it's just Stacy pulling some sick prank on me?

"Hmm, prove it then."

Suddenly I feel a tingling sensation on my wrist as words begin to appear.  'Hello artist'. I quickly scratch out a message in our chat room.

"Oh my god, it's really you! I never thought I'd find you.."

"Well you did :) I love your drawings by the way. I'm a big fan."

"No, that's what I'M supposed to be saying. You're music is seriously amazing. I can't believe I get to be your soulmate.."

"You're so cute"

I blush. Not sure what to say, I wait for him to speak again.

"How long have you known?"

"That I'm your soulmate haha"

"Oh, uh, I was watching your live with j-hope"

"Ah, so when I spilled the paint on myself? That isn't very romantic..."

"Well, I'm glad you did regardless."

A question sits at the back of my throat. Suddenly my fingers begin to type it.

"How did you find me?"

He begins to type.

"It's actually kind of similar. I've been following you for a while now. I found your page maybe, two weeks ago? You didn't have too many posts up at the time but as you started posting more, I guess I just kinda realized one day. Like your drawings felt like home to me. And one day I was looking at your art on my Lock Screen, and then down at my arm, and it just hit me. So I decided to message you haha"

"Dfbivaldhflvahf ok wait you made my art your Lock Screen?"

"Shoot. Shouldn't have sent that part"

I giggle.

"Um, I guess where do you live?"

"No no not like that-"

"I feel like I'm messing this whole soulmates thing up already??"

"Like do you also live in Korea or..?"

"Ah, no.. sorry. I live in (INSERT COUNTRY NAME)"

"Don't be sorry! Y'know.. we're actually going to be doing a comeback soon with a tour :D"

"I'll talk and see if we can go there!"

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I shiver in the cold hallway. He told me to meet him here, is he still coming? Maybe I should leave.. NO! That's silly. He's coming, Y/N. Just be patient.

Suddenly I hear sneakers squeak against the tile. Turning to my left, I notice him. Him. The boy I've been messaging for 7 months now. The one I've been waiting to meet. The one I love.

His dark hair bounces as he runs, star-like shimmers glimmering in his eyes. He slides in front of me, skidding a bit on the slick floor.

"It's you, you're here, I" He pants.

"Hi Namjoon" I smile.

Suddenly my head goes blank. All those months of texting, and I have nothing to say.

"Erm, good luck with the concert."

He checks his watch, "Oh, right, haha. I was so excited to meet you that I forgot about the concert."

"Hey! ARMYs paid good money to be here tonight. Don't forget about them because of me"

He smiles and pulls me into a hug. We swing from left to right as we talk. After around 15 minutes, a staff member informs us that we have to go for him to perform.

Once he leaves I sink down to the floor, clutching my phone to me. I daydream about reality, the moments only seconds ago that somehow already feel so distant. Wonder when I'll see him again. Wonder if it'll be soon.

"I can't believe she's his soulmate"

"I know, right? I mean, is the universe sure that they're destined?"

Laughter from the two staff members pulls me out of my lovely daze. Why are they so rude? What did I do? Do they assume I don't know Korean just because we spoke in English?

A third girl working there spoke up, "C'mon guys, let's not be so mean. We don't even know her yet!"

"Yeah, but like, have you seen her?" The previous staff questions.

"Yeah, what about her?"

"She's just... not what I thought she'd look like."

"She could be listening now," the third girl said, "I think she seems perfectly nice. You should give her a chance."

Without another word she walks out of the room and into the hallway, where I was listening. I look up to her from the floor, my eyes glistening with tears.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! You must have heard them. They're like that to everyone, don't worry."

I nod and turn away, "Yeah no, it's just... old insecurities coming back"

"Well don't let them," she smiles, "I, along with I'm sure Namjoon, think you're gorgeous."

I laugh, "Thank you. You are too"

"I have to be! It's hard keeping up with my worldwide handsome boyfriend" She jokes.

"Wait, are you?"

"Minji, Kim Seokjin's soulmate" She grins.

We talk together while we watch the concert from the waiting room. Apparently she's been with the boys for 2 years, which is a little intimidating. Am I going to have to meet them later? What if-

"Everything alright?" Minji asks.

"y-yeah!" I nod.

"Don't worry, you'll be okay"

I turn to her. Did she know? Suddenly, Namjoon and the rest of the members pour into the room.

He pulls me into a hug, "How did we do, baby?"

I blush at the nickname, mumbling, "You guys were amazing"

"Were you nice to Y/N?" Seokjin asks Minji.

She sighs, "yes, but Ari and Chaeyeong said stuff about her"

"What did they say?" Namjoon yells.

"They were just being rude. Talking about what she looks like and if she's good enough for you, and...y'know"

Unknowingly, I had begun to tug harder at Namjoon's shirt while tears threatened to form. He pulls his arms tighter around me, "Hey, hey, it's okay. You're perfect. Don't listen to them, Minji's right. They're always like this. We are all here for you, we love you. None of the things you're insecure about mean anything to me. To me, you are perfect."

"I-I.." He pulls away to look at my face.

"You're crying but you're smiling.. I don't understand"

"They're happy tears" I grinned, "Because, I can't believe the universe thought to give me the luck that is you."

#kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x you #namjoon #kim namjun #kim namjoo #rm x reader #rm x you #rm bts #bangtan rm #bts rm #rm #rm scenarios #rm drabbles #rm imagine #rm imagines #rm fluff #rm angst #bts army #bts fanfic #knj fluff #knj angst #knj x reader

[emerxshiu]

Elfilis for valentines :3

did on y'all but im back, hopefully i'll post for a few more days before i dissapear again

anyways have a drawing of my wife

with text

i actually wanted to draw kirfluff but my need to draw elfilis took over and my hands and back hurt like hell so i didnt draw the rest of stuff i wanted. maybe i could draw it later or tomorrow but im posting this now before i fall asleep or something and dont post.

It was also an excuse to draw the redesign of my fecto gijinka i had made a few weeks ago so, yeah it was fun.

Tho i might make some adjustments to my gijinka if i see fit. also in this drawing he has some differences from the actual gijinka, mainly, the little hearts arent like that in my gijinka and the bangs here have been tied up because i wasnt feeling like drawing them since theyre really long. also the lashes, but here i kinda tried doing their eyes differently and then colored them so i might make my lis gijinka have his eyes like this or change them, im not sure.

tho the more i look at the drawing, the more dissatisfied i become, i mean i did it yesterday around night and stuff so i didnt really think that much about it, (it took around seven hours and i finished it at like 1 am, i definitly wasnt the most concious at that time) but i feel like something is missing i dunno

maybe its the coloring, i had to remake the shading a lot of times since i didnt know how to do it, my style is really inconsistent a lot of times, going from cell shading to soft shading to mixing them both and so on so forth with a lot more of that.

i do have a sketch with some half finished lineart i did of one of the ideas i had (i was originally going to do more pieces with more characters but i didnt go trough it cuz i knew i wouldnt be able to do it in time) but im too embarassed of it to post it

and even tho i complained, i still kinda like this drawing

(small edit i did)

next post is either one about a gijinka i have almost finished of an obscure kirby character i decided to adopt into an oc or a splatoon post following the fresh season 2024 and side order trailers, (fun fact side order releases just a few days before my birth day! im eating good with nintendo just like last year (last year was wave 1 of the dlc and return to dreamland deluxe))

Now im going to take a break after posting this on my other accounts and then later fight fecto elfilis (i do this almost every month sooo) and then grind my catlogue to get it to 100 before the next season starts

Jambuhbye!

(fuck i just remembered i wanted to talk about a silly headcanon i made for lis while drawing this but i forgot and i dont want to write more ahhhh)

#kirby #kirby fanart #fanart #art #kirby gijinka #silly #fecto elfilis #fecto elfilis gijinka #kirby and the forgotten land #gikabi #digital art #firealpaca #my wife fecto elfilis and his new drip #i have finally come to accept the fact the he's my fav after half jokingly hating him for months #now i need to remake my elfilin gijinka fuck #valentines day #video games #fecto elfilis lives in my head rent free 24/7 #i may or may not have called him my wife more than 10 times now #i love this stupid fucking rat god so much #ultimate life form fecto elfilis #:3 #my wife fecto elfilis whom i love so much

[hiemaldesirae]

Swap AU:

Vox's Goetia (we need a name for him...umm because he's where Vox gets the extras for the fight against Heaven; got any ideas?) looks like a Griffin. He's got a Lion lower half and eagle upper half but his colors are shades of blue. (You see why Vox proposed that deal.)

The crew work on defense for days. Vox goes to Lucifer to ask about Angel weaknesses and informs him about Adam's threats against Charlie and the Hotel, and that's how the hotel crew gets informed of angel weaknesses. Lucifer tells, after all why should he keep Heaven's weakness a secret when they're coming for his daughter?

Vox then puts a big order of Angelic steel in for Carmine, paying extra to have it arrive early, which it does so he and Pentious can build turrets and drones to shoot down the exterminators. They have a blast.

Also: fun facts:

Vox's sensors and subconscious relax and recognize Alastor's scent as safe, even though Vox himself cannot smell anything. The sensor's database has recognized certain scents as family (Husk's, Vel's, Val's) lover's/husband's (Alastor's) little sister (Charlie's) my duck loving liege lord who might be my friend too? (Lucifer) the crazy exorcist chick whose now treating me with kid gloves--IT WAS ONE PANIC ATTACK! (Vaggie) Val's weird Spider who keeps taking photos and I know is stealing my shit (Angel Dust) The Best Little Engineer That Could (Sir Pentious) The Engineer's less then steller sidekicks 1-8 (Eggbois) the chick that keeps blowing up the wall (Cherri Bomb)

Angel Dust does do more then steal. He brings in Alastor's cooking to the Hotel, and Vox who does miss homemade jambalaya jumps at the chance to eat it. Vox just devours it. (Of course Angel lied and told him it was set aside for Niffty and Velvette for working so hard. He wasn't going to tell him Alastor had been waiting at the door of V-tower with the large Tupperware bowl with strict instructions that only Vox got what was inside.)

Vox actually turns in early--he'd been stressing out with Adam's threat laying over him and the thought of a true death coming for him hasn't sat well, but the warmth of good food made him sleepy and he goes to bed. He's barely asleep when Alastor joins him, gently petting his rabbit ears and murmuring his undying devotion to sleeping Vox's ears.

uhhh. drawing from the demons of the ars goetia grimoire, seir could work as a name? according to his description, seir can go to any place on earth in a matter of seconds to accomplish the will of the conjurer (possibly explaining how vox can use him for errands and such), and hes not a particularly evil demon. he's also a prince of hell, so that makes his and stolas' relation even closer since there seems to be only 7 of them in the ars goetia grimore

HAHAHA awww bonding time with pentious and vox!!! i still stand by the fact that i think vox should get to say kys to at least ONE other person in the swap au. i simply believe my wife should be allowed to cyberbully whoever he wants <3 also i imagine lucifer would show up to help with fortifications too, no? i just cant see him leaving his daughter and friend alone to deal with the fallout while not leaving the palace... though admittedly, i am a bit biased from what electric mentioned.

me after i die. HE STILL RECOGNIZES AL AS HIS LOVER...... auwgudawgh...... imgonna be SICK. what the HELL did they even fight about because clearly it wasnt enough to keep both of them from pining for each other... AUAUWGAHAH every time you come in my inbox its like another plane (angst( striking the twin towers (my heart)

and i am SUCH a fucking sucker for radiostatics love language being food. the idea that al nabs / has angel nab voxs stuff so that he can stake his claim but he also makes him food.... just stop being cryptic and TELL HIM YOUR SHIT !!! god i hate them. dysfunctional ass toxic couple theyre the WORST. and al. please for the love of god just be a Normal Person and STOP BREAKING INTO VOXS BED AT NIGHt ?!!?!?? just one normal thing from you. god damn its like if he doesnt act like a freak he loses 20 years off his lifespan or something

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #general asks #radiostatic #swap au

[hydrangeyes]

Mk x spray painter Male reader ☁️☁️

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

Edit: So shuffling through my docs It's been brought to my attention that wattpad (who I use as backup) Cut a lot of my fics in half??? anyway I'll be trying to fix that also

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Aaaahhhh this is such a cute idea!!!

Mk sees male reader spray painting on a wall and what's to join/try it out!

Warning: None!! Just super cute and mushy

Requested by: ekkozied

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For the most part you started this mural on your own. The building owner wanting to brighten up the alley walkway to their backyard café, and well, the pay was really good. A quick in and out job really.

So you didn't mind cleaning it up and prepping the wall, what you didn't expect was just...how big the wall actually was.

Letting out a breathe you step back shaking the can of black paint as you eye the sketch you placed. Took you since this early morning, and by the sound of your stomach. It was definitely time for lunch.

Doing some stretches and fully opening your bag of spray paints. You felt in the mood for something pretty light but filling.

"Hmm, Pigsy's noodles it is"

Your stomach ended up making you buy 2 servings...

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It didn't take long for your food to arrive, and while it wasn't your order you couldn't help but look back at the cute delivery driver.

Wide eyed and curious, Mk quickly was distracted by the mess of empty paint cans and the sketch you had on the wall. "Woah this looks so cool! How long have you been doing this!?" he shouts in excitement turning to you, seeing you on the ground eating.

You pause to swallow then grin "Thanks! A bit of a hobby, uh spray painting or working on this?"

"Yes." Mk asks

Letting out a snorted laugh you wave him to join you, which he does sitting close, "Let's see, I've been into art and specifically spray painting since middle school I think. Been working on this commission since 4 am? maybe 5?"

Mk gasps dramatically going a small tangent about hoping you at least took a break or how he couldn't even focus on being still for that long. to which as you watch him suddenly start organizing your empty cans, could tell.

"I like to draw and everything but I never branched out of sketches? Can't even imagine spray painting."

You tilt your head finishing up your bowl of noodles and getting up with a content stretch. Fully charged and ready to work.

"Well how about giving it a try now?"

Mk shakes his head watching as you pull out the colors you plan to use. "What!? Oh no no no! I would ruin it, what if I make a huge mess and then-" You interrupt him but handing over an orange spray can. Looking up at you Mk blushes at the calm and soft smirk you give him.

"I'll help if it's needed but that's the fun with spray painting. It dries quick and you can always paint over any mistakes." you wink stepping back and picking up a blue can. "So go wild delivery man."

Looking at the can Mk smiles a little. "Call me Mk."

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You both had fun for hours, coloring in your design and every now and then when mk stayed in one spot too long, getting it on each other.

It was a big piece so day after day, mk came with lunch and a helping hand (When you allowed it). Laughing and tossing cans to one another, it was care free and even when you put on the finishing touches, mk stuck around around, watching you work and talking calmly about his recent training session or frustrations.

You catch yourself, when you start feeling excited when the time for lunch came around. Inwardly trying to keep your cool when when you both were tired, mk leans his head on your shoulder for a quick nap.

Falling asleep with him may have caused a slight scene, someone passing by thinking there was an accident (You guys forgot to clean up the red paint...).

He found himself, really relaxing with you. It was different than with mei which confused him at first. Till one day, it was just a little too hot and you took off your shirt to keep working and not get a heat stroke. Yeah. this feel was very different, that and he felt genuinely safe with you (emotionally of course).

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So when it was all said in done you both couldn't help but feel a little bit sad.

You came to deeply enjoy the hyper man, find him cute and a great talker for times of burn out. And he adored the time with just having fun uninterrupted with someone he....well he realized he was starting to catch feelings for.

It shouldn't have been too much of a surprised when Mk suddenly asks you out. In the middle of cleaning your equipment up, you jolt as you feel him take hold of your arm. you see how he couldn't really look at you, his cheeks a deep red and shifting as if shy.

"Mk?"

He's quiet then with a deep breathe, looks at you straight in the eyes with all the determination and adoration he had.

"WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME N/N!"

Blinking at the outburst then seeing how he started to fidget more, it finally registered what he asked/shout.

Blushing you smile brightly.

"I would love too."

#x male reader #male reader #Lmk Mk x male reader

[cataztrophi]

TAZ November Celebration 4: Promise

I am a simple creature. When I don't know what to draw/write I do soft taakitz. My prompt this time for @taznovembercelebration was "promise," so enjoy this thoroughly self-indulgent and mildly nsfw little morsel

Kravitz woke up early that morning and was relieved to find Taako still asleep, splayed across three quarters of the bed as usual. He rolled over as gently as he could and gingerly lifted the covers, trying his hardest not to disturb Taako’s rest. As soon as he moved to sit up, however, he felt a pair of arms wrapping around his waist.

"And just where do you think you're going?" Taako asked, still groggy.

"Bathroom?" Kravitz lied hopefully. Taako’s grip around his middle only tightened, reeling him back into bed like a particularly cozy octopus.

"Mmm, I don’t think so, my fella. Come on, you're staying here today."

"I have so much paperwork to do, babe." 

"Krav, you promised that you were going to start taking at least one day off a month."

"Did I?" he asked, struggling weakly against Taako’s embrace. "I don't remember that."

"Well, do you remember collapsing from exhaustion last week, and Barry having to use Levitate to get you home?"

"...Vaguely."

Having managed to get Kravitz horizontal again, Taako flopped down half on top of him, and Kravitz let out a soft “oof”.

“Seriously, babe,” Taako said. His thumb traced softly down the curve of Kravitz’s throat, and suddenly staying in bed looked a lot more appealing. “What’s the point of having help in the Astral Plane if you won’t let them, you know, help you?”

“I know, but-” Taako dipped his head to press a kiss to Kravitz’s chest, and his train of thought disintegrated. “I….”

Taako worked his way methodically up Kravitz’s neck, interspersing kisses with gentle nips at his skin. He couldn’t help but smile as Kravitz’s breathing turned shaky. When he reached his jawline he pulled back to look Kravitz in the face.

“Come on, Krav. Don’t make me get Istus to tattle on you to cha’girl.”

Kravitz tried to look stern and was immediately undermined by Taako’s hand ghosting over his lower stomach, making him gasp. 

“Taako, I’ve-” he took a moment to catch his breath and tried again. “I’ve asked you not to refer to the Raven Queen as ‘cha’girl’.” 

Taako smirked. “Look at it this way,” he said, lowering his voice to a near-whisper as his lips brushed against Kravitz’s ear. “If you’re exhausted all the time, you’re gonna start making mistakes.” His teeth caught at the edge of his ear and Kravitz let out an unsteady breath. “Things’ll start falling through the cracks, and pretty soon we’ve got necromancers and liches running all over the place.” He mouthed over Kravitz’s earlobe, then sat back, straddling his chest. “And then where will we be?”

“You… ah, you make a compelling argument,” Kravitz said, already struggling to string together coherent sentences. “What do you suggest instead?”

Taako smiled, knowing he’d won. “Rest.” His hands drew lazy patterns over Kravitz’s chest. “And spending time with your amazing boyfriend.”

Kravitz trailed one hand up Taako’s arm and tucked an errant lock of hair behind his ear. “I think I can manage that.” He brought Taako’s face down to his own and kissed him, slow and sweet.

“Good,” Taako said as he drew back. “Because my next plan was tying you up.”

Kravitz blinked. “Well, let’s not discount that idea too soon….”

Taako raised his eyebrows. “Oh really? Tell me more about that.”

He leaned down for another kiss, and Kravitz surrendered–without much complaint–to a thoroughly work-free day.

#taz balance #taako #kravitz #taakitz #taz november celebration

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.:New Poison Revealed:.

Chapter 28: New Poison Revealed

[TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEATH AND MONSTERS]

Hey guys! I just looked at the chapter number and holy hell I didn't expect that I would be at chapter 28 with the big 3-0 milestone peeking around the corner. It is still forever mind-boggling how all of this stared as a one-shot that I wasn't even planning on writing out.

And thanks to your support of my mad ramblings in fanfic form, that one-shot grew into something I couldn't imagine in my wildest dreams. So, thank you all for reading.

A special thank you goes out to @rogueshadeaux. She has given me so much, her friendship, her encouragement, her mentorship, I dare say if it wasn't for her encouraging me to throw my metaphorical hat in the ring, chapter 1 would have never been written. She is also a brilliant writer and her story will grab you by the throat and chokeslam you into the ground with feels. Please give InFAMOUS: Erosion a read when you're done here.

Another thanks to Rogue for letting me borrow her twins.

Enough of my rambling, let's jump in!

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How much time has passed since I peeked on the two builders playing with legos? I have no idea, and at this moment I don’t give an iota of a damn as an infuriating sight dares to walk out of the Quiet Room and into my line of sight.

That fucking tin-can carrying Kestrel like she was some princess in a god-damn fairy tale. It’s gag-worthy.

My eye twitches and my blood seethes in my veins as Coyote gently places the passed out bird onto a sleeping cot before tucking her in, for god’s sake… As if this couldn’t get anymore saccharine sweet.

“Poor girl’s out steel cold. Fell asleep on the floor.” The shiny fucker pipes up for probably the first time in I don’t give a shit. I’m not paying much attention as my mind is going in several different directions at once. I’m still confused as all hell as why seeing Kestrel and Coyote playing with god-damn legos like good friends was making me look at the younger man like he was a lightning rod, now this?! This was bringing back some urges from my Empire City days. His face is looking more and more punchable by the second, but why?!?

Why is this enraging me so much?! Why is every dark urge in my head screaming at me to kill this man?!?  Why am I giving so much of a shit about who does what kind gestures to her?!? 

We. Hate. Each-other.

I’m struggling not to bear my teeth and growl at Coyote when the bay doors open and out comes the black haired woman… Crow, was it? It’s the only other name that doesn’t have a face to it aside from the absolutely ridiculous ones. Her arrival snaps me out of my murderous fury and draws my eyes to her.

“Okay guys.” She starts. “I need to know exactly what went down with Pangolin, beginning and end. There are other Misfit groups out there and the Defense Teams need to know what’s going on. It’ll also help me dial in Pangolin’s treatment.”

Mako starts giving a play by play of what went down out there, I’m half-paying attention as rage is still boiling hot when I remembered something that had been bugging me for a while. I remember Jean saying something about an “anti-corrodium” or some nonsense like that, it’s something that needed answers.

“Hey, uhm… Crow, was it?” I jump in and ask when there’s a break in the convo, she turns her head with a “hm?” and a tilt of her head. “What in the hell is Corrodium?” The raven-haired woman blinks at me and raises an eyebrow before looking at Mako.

“D- Did you not tell him about Corrodium…?” Crow questions Mako with a pointed look, she throws her hands up defensively. “We really didn’t have a lot of time between the chaos that broke out when we first picked him up, Kes trying to complete her project, the Summoner and now this!” Great, another goddamn thing that nobody fucking told me about, though Mako does have a point about things being a roller coaster ride from the beginning to now, kinda hard to squeeze in a Wildlands 101, so I guess I can let it slide…. For now, anyway.

I can see the woman pinch the bridge of her nose and let out an irritated sigh before looking at the two of us.

 “Okay, let’s all get something to eat before I go hangry bitch on both of you.” Crow grumbles while looking at Mako with a glare.

“Yeah, I’m not sure when we last ate.” Mako murmurs while rubbing the back of her head. ”Coyote can keep an eye on sleeping beauty over there.” Hold the god-damn phone!! Tin-man’s gonna be watching Kes?! “Though we should be sure to bring her back a couple of funnel cakes, she’s going to be ravenous when she wakes up.” My eye twitches as I glare at Mako. Did she really suggest that?! The fire in my chest flares hot again at that thought and the train-wreck in my head starts back up again. 

“It should be me watching her, not him.” The devil on my shoulder hisses in my ear, it shocks the ever loving shit out of me. Why did I think that?? Why do I care who watches her?! Why do I give a damn?! WHY?!?

I open my mouth to protest, but my stomach tells a different story as it growls obnoxiously loud at the thought of carnival food, causing the girls to look at me with amusement. I feel a bit of heat tinge my cheeks as I grumble and rub the back of my head.

“Well, I think that decides that.” Mako hums with a smile and I roll my eyes, but I follow the two women outside, leaving Kes behind with Coyote… Much to my bewildering chagrin.

Some funnel cake does sound really good at the moment, maybe a churro or two.

I shield my eyes from the blinding sun as we step outside of the hospital into a literal carnival, so many colors every which way, with tents and rides and holy shit there’s just so much to look at, so much to explore and climb.

“So, Corrodium.” Crow hums as we head off to what I can guess is this city’s Junk Food Alley. “To put it as simply as possible, Corrodium is basically Conduit poison. The parasitic bastard child of lead and some kind of anti-rayacite. It’s so dangerous, it’s commonly called “Conduit’s Bane” around here.”

“Uh-huh, that’s nice and all but that don’t tell me much.” I huff in irritation, Crow gives me an aggravated look as the tips of her raven locks seem to melt and liquify into water.

Oh fuck, she’s a Water Conduit…

“I was getting to that.”  She hisses in annoyance before taking a deep breath.

“The reason it’s so feared and you should have been warned about from the very beginning….” Crow gives Mako a heated glare. “Is because of its effects. If a Conduit is even so much as exposed to it, it weakens them greatly. However, it becomes so much more dangerous if it’s injected, like through a bite or a sting. It royally fucks them up, corrupting their bodies and powers.” I bring my hand to my chin and rub the stubble on it, my mind processing all of this. This brings questions into my head, why didn’t anyone tell me? I mean, I get that the chaos me joining the party caused did turn everything on its head, but nobody said anything at all. Were the Misfits just so used to this being common knowledge that it just slipped their mind?

“Corrodium Poisoning can be treated with various Ray Field Radiation treatments and Rayacite infusions, but there’s no real silver bullet cure-all for this.” She continues. “Every treatment plan has to be tailored to the patient's unique biology and power signature and they have to remain under constant surveillance until everything is flushed out completely.” Jesus, sounds like Pango’s gonna be stuck in the hospital for a good while.

“You guys were extremely lucky that you got Pangolin in when you did.” Crow points out with a worried look. “If you had been even a second later, then Pangolin’s prognosis would have been really grim.” The seriousness gives me pause, now I’m really starting to wonder why nobody said anything about this shit before.

She continues, going into medical jargon that I couldn’t really understand much, so my mind starts to wander and look at all the new sights around me.

Good God, saying that this is a city that the circus took over is just the tip of the iceberg. Tents stood tall, with the three-pointed one dwarfing the rest, so many colors, so many sounds and smells. There were stands with souvenirs and rigged games, rides that looked like Mad Max had a field day constructing them out of rusted scrap and old buildings and…

Holy shit, is that one of those Slingshot rides?? Without a cage?? I watch the ride release the ball in between the springs and literally launch whatever poor son of a bitch was in there, sending him sky high! Good thing Conduits don’t go splat from high places… Still hurts like a bitch if you botch the landing though.

The sound of screaming catches my attention as I… That’s a big-ass roller coaster…. And an Ice Conduit is skating on the track while being chased by the train??? It takes all of my willpower to not galavant off to go ride the rides… Besides, bad idea to go climbing on an empty stomach.

I make a mental note to hit these rides up before we leave.

“That reminds me…” I murmur when I hear a lull in Crow’s medical jargon. “You said Corrodium has a power weakening effect when a Conduit’s exposed to it, but when the Misfits and I fought those Blink Scorpion bastards, my powers were fine and it seemed like everyone else’s was fine too… What’s that all about?”

“Corrodium… It’s a very nasty and very adaptive metal.” Crow answers with a soft hum. “The properties of that stuff can vary depending on what form the Conduit is exposed to. The Corrodium in Blink Scorpion venom? The energy produced messes with a Conduit’s perception, making them appear that they’re teleporting around.” Well, that explains why I could still detect them with Radar Pulse.

“The power weakening effect is most prominent in metallic Corrodium, be it raw or refined.” Refined? That’s not good. Metals don’t just start being refined for shits and giggles, there’s always a reason. Something like this shit being refined? I smell trouble, but I put a pin in it for the time being, more questions to be asked.

“And Pangolin?” I mention. “What would have happened if we didn’t make it in time?” I notice Mako’s face go an off color and Crow’s head lower as she sighs.

“Best case…? His powers either weaken greatly or he loses them outright. Everything. Worst case….” She licks her lips to wet them and her eyes narrow. “He dies from the poisoning or he becomes… One of them….”

“One of them.” 

That thought, it echoes in my head like a scream in an auditorium. An ice-cold chill shoots down my spine as everything starts to sink in. I had thought death by RFI was the worst way for a Conduit to go, memories of that fateful day flicker in my head as I remember the searing agony of my own body being torn asunder from the inside out by that damned machine before Zeke used the Amp to free me from its clutches… And that thing wasn’t even fully charged.

At least the RFI would have killed cleanly. This Corrodium shit? It makes the RFI look like a bullet to the head, quick, painless and gets the job done.

Not only can this metal poison strip a Conduit of their power as a best case scenario… It turns them into literal monsters in the worst case. God… And that’s what was happening to Pangolin. He was slowly dying right before everyone’s eyes.

The weight of this situation, not just in the here and now, but what this means for everyone… It sits in my stomach like a lead weight. I can feel the color drain from my face and my empty stomach curl in on itself, making me want to throw up what little contents it had. Before I know it, Mako and Crow are guiding me to the nearest bench, fearing I might faint. Flickers of Trish flash in my head as the raven-haired woman has me sit down. My mind reels from it all.

I put my hand to my mouth as I try to digest everything… God, now I truly understand why Dove was so beside himself and why Kestrel went completely nuclear when she was given permission to drop her mask. Every second they weren’t in the hospital was a second closer to Pangolin’s end. To the death of a big brother and their leader… And they were helpless to stop it.

“Has… Has anyone… Survived after the window shut…?” I ask breathlessly as Crow hands me a bottle of water, no doubt one she poured on the fly. I eagerly take the bottle and drink it down in hopes of calming myself some. The Water Conduit shakes her head before speaking.

“Honestly… Not really.” She murmurs with slight hesitation. “It’s only happened twice and if I’m to be frank, a lot of us in the medical group here in Tri-Point chalked them up to either miracles or dumb luck as even they didn’t come out completely unscathed.” Two? Hmm… Might be worth looking into who those two are.

“We have the brightest minds among us studying these two cases to see what made the difference for them, what allowed them to keep their humanity.” They won’t be the only ones looking into them now.

I stare off into the distance as I sit on the bench, my mind racing a mile a minute. This… This is just so much for me to process, especially after all the chaos that unfolded not that long before. A brand new metal… One that can spell the death or zombiefication of all of Conduit-kind. New fears begin to form as my brain starts creating what ifs. What would happen if I became exposed to that crap? Would it rob me of all of my powers? What if I had gotten stung? What manner of horrors would I be subjected to or worse… What would that shit turn me into? The fear that trumped them all, however, is this.

If a bunch of rag-tag survivor types know about it, then who else knows?

These guys, as tough and creative as they are, don't have access to state-of-the-art tech or vast information pools… And if these guys know about Corrodium… Then it’s an absolute guarantee that certain other parties have known about it far longer than the Wildlanders have. How long has this Pandora’s box been open? It has to have been a long time since there was a refined version of it made. Long enough for it to be made into things.

This could be something that could spell disaster. Something that would make even the Ray Field Plague look like a sniffle.

Something that could truly kill us all.

#infamous #infamous 2 #cole macgrath #demon of empire city #infamous: no man's land #xeno writes #caper #blast shard caper #xeno screeches #mako #brent rowland #Jean Rowland #Coyote #Crow #The crow's beak reveals a truth to the Demon #But is it something he's willing to listen? #Also