#kinda over rendered the hair but oh well

[thirstywaffles]

Y'know pink eye joke

#doodley #ezreal #shieda kayn #kayn heartsteel #ezreal heartsteel #artists on tumblr #digital art #illustration #kinda over rendered the hair but oh well #heartsteel #kayn league of legends #ezreal league of legends #ezkayn #kaynez #ezreal lol #kayn lol #league of legends

[neos127]

enha boys + types of kisses

pairing. enhypen boys x gn!reader genre. hcs, fluff, some are kinda suggestive of you squint cw. semi proof read!

HEESEUNG ✢ a small fleeting kiss followed by a passionate one

reuniting with your boyfriend again over the summer was something you always looked forward too. the way he hugged you tightly as if he never wanted to let you go again always made your heart race. the innocent kisses that always turned into full on makeouts was something else you loved. they always seemed to make up for lost time, and heeseung was never able to let you go with a tiny peck.

“i missed yo-” heeseung barely let you speak in between kisses, nearly knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“trust me, i missed you way more.” he smirked, grabbing your face and pulling you into another heated kiss.

JAY ✢ a kiss followed by ones that trail down the jaw and neck

jay’s kisses were often so intoxicating, so when he started to detach from your lips and trail down to your neck— it always sent your mind into a frenzy. the kiss would start innocently at first, before jay pulled away with a small smirk and moved on to your jaw. the feeling of his lips trailing along your skin always made you shiver and jay lived for it.

“the boys are in their rooms.” you mumbled, trying to bite back a groan. jay obviously didn’t seem to care as he continued the assault on your neck.

“well then i guess you’re going to have to be quiet. that won’t be a problem, will it?” jay teased, resting his forehead against yours. oh yeah- you were a goner.

JAKE ✢ pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each others lips

it was late at night, rain roughly tapping against the window, and jake was distracting you from yet another movie. you wanted to scold him for not paying attention- but his kisses felt way to good to make him stop. so like always, you indulge in his neediness, playing with the ends of his hair as your tongues traces each others mouths. he suddenly pulled away, his mouth only centimeters from yours.

“you know i love you, right?” he whispered, causing you to smile.

“of course.” you replied, before giving him a chaste kiss.

“and you’re amazing and beautiful and perfect and all mine.” he added, his lips brushing against yours. he leaned in to kiss you again, not being able to get enough of how you felt against him.

“your even more gorgeous and perfect, jake. and i love you very much.” you rushed out before jake could kiss you again, you could feel his lips quirk up into a smile which was enough to make you forget any type of grudge you held against him for disrupting movie night again.

SUNGHOON ✢ tracing the person’s lips with their finger before titling their head up for a kiss

“you’re so pretty.” sunghoon mumbled , dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. you were rendered speechless, swallowing thickly as his gorgeous eyes bore into yours. sunghoon smiled at your nervousness, moving his hand to cup your chin.

“can you kiss me?” you muttered, not even realizing what you said until the words left your mouth. sunghoon chuckled, observing the awestruck look in your eyes. he granted your wish, leaning down to pull your bottom lip into his mouth.

SUNOO ✢ one person pouting only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person

“how do you keep beating me? it’s not fair.” sunoo whined dramatically when he saw the wicked smile on your face. the two of you had been playing very intense games of super smash bros and it was safe to say that sunoo was not winning. you began to giggle, looking over at your boyfriend to see a pout on his face.

“oh don’t be too upset,” you cooed, quickly kissing his pout away. “i’ll make it up to-” sunoo tackled you to the ground before you could finish your sentence, kissing you harder than before. you immediately dropped your remote onto the ground before moving your hands to run through his hair. needless to say the two of you didn’t end up playing another round of the game.

JUNGWON ✢ a kiss that tastes of the dessert they were eating

you and jungwon had a craving for sweets one night and went out to a local cafe to get a mini cake for both of you to share. you two finished it quickly, licking your lips to savor the yummy treat.

“that was so good. thank you for paying my love.” you mumbled before leaning over to kiss him. jungwon began to kiss you back back before you pulled away abruptly.

“you taste like chocolate.” you giggled, watching as a small blush appeared on his face.

“mmm i wonder why…” jungwon sassed, before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for another kiss.

RIKI ✢ a passionate kiss shared before having to part ways for a while

“why do you have to live so far away?” riki sighed against your hair as the two of you embraced. you were both at the airport, but you were the one going back home. long distance was frustrating, but you appreciated the times you did have with your boyfriend.

“i’ll try to come back as soon as i can.” you replied, looking up at him as tears streamed down your face. riki began to kiss them away before eventually moving down to your lips. you both always tried to share the longest kiss possible before parting, knowing that you won’t be in each others arms for a long time. riki tried to deepen the kiss even more but you pulled away, already feeling out of breath due to your sobbing earlier.

“i love you.” you said softly, placing a kiss on his cheek before turning around and walking towards security. riki mumbled out an ‘i love you’ as well but you didn’t turn around. riki understood why you never looked back one last time after parting. if you did and saw the tears that began to well up in his eyes— you would never leave.

#enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #enha headcanons #enhypen headcanons #lee heeseung imagines #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #park jay imagines #sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon imagines #sim jake imagines #jake x reader #kim sunoo imagines #sunoo x reader #yang jungwon imagines #jungwon x reader #nishimura riki imagines #niki x reader

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Just a lil fluffy fic 🌸💕

Eddie has a massive crush on you, in fact, more often than not you made him nervous.

That butterflies in your stomach feeling, heart racing? He felt it all.

Not that he would admit it out loud, shit he had a reputation to protect. Mean, Scary, unpredictable Eddie Munson as many in Hawkins High liked to call him.

There's a reason Jason Carver never had the balls to say anything to him unless he was surrounded by The Dark Side.

Dustin had noticed a few times how sweet Eddie was on you. For example except for Hellfire, Nancy and Robin, the fact was that Eddie disliked much of the school.

Oh, and Chrissy was pretty cool but she was a sweetheart to everyone.

It didn't matter that you were on the dark side too ( a cheerleader) Eddie lit up when he saw you.

He didn't think you would like him back but you can imagine his surprise when you would return his longing looks with some of your own.

You would smile at him and offer to be his partner in Bio, sitting so close to him it felt like every inch of him was hyper aware of how close you were.

Sometimes he slipped up and would come across as a giant butthead when he would attempt to flirt with you.

He had always considered himself a bit of a ladie's man when he wasn't being "mean and scary' however that illusion was broken by Mike (the little shit) who told him that he was deluded.

That combined with the fact he had just made an ass of himself in front of you ( his attempt to be cool and nonchalant when he caught you looking at him, ended when he tripped over his own feet and nearly fell down the stairs.

So Eddie wasn't in a particularly good mood after that, especially after he heard your friends laughing. Were you laughing at him?

The thought that you could be completely soured his mood.

What he didn't know is that you had told your friends to shut up. That you thought he was the cutest guy you'd ever seen.

You had been working up the courage to ask him out (gently encouraged by Chrissy who knew how much you liked him before you even realised it)

As confident as you were on the cheer team that's also where the confidence you had ended.

Being near Eddie and especially when he was looking at you with those big brown eyes rendered you dumbstruck. He was just so hot and had you under his spell.

If you asked Chrissy or Gareth they would both call the two of you hopeless (would you ever just get on with it and ask each other out)

🌸

The time came on a rainy April morning, Eddie was deep in a magazine, reading excerpts of it to the rest of Hellfire.

It was about the dangers of Satanic games like DnD. A lot of mindless panic and bullshit if you asked him.

It was much like the one he read a few weeks ago.

He was so focused on mocking the offending article that he didn't notice you come up to the table.

He was just about to speak again when two things happened simultaneously, Jeff nudged him hard in the ribs and he caught a whiff of your dreamy perfume.

And there you were looking at him with a hopeful expression.

"Hi, Eddie" he kinda spaces out for a second because you look so beautiful and did you do something different with your hair?

He's aware of the no doubt dopey expression on his face and schools it into a more neutral look.

"Princess" the name just slips out but it fits you so well that he likes it and it appears you do too judging by the smile on your face.

"There's a double feature showing at the cinema tonight. Would you like to go?" his brain short circuits at this point and he comes to quickly when he notices your face fall at his silence.

"Yes, fuck yes I would love to go with you" Shit, he's been dreaming about this.

You beam. "Kay, it's a date" he nods dazed and you reach down to kiss his cheek.

When you walk away he's this close to doing some goofy happy dance but controls himself. He had a date with you!

Eddie was going to be brave tonight and he was going to show you how much he liked you too.

Eddie the Banished would be Eddie the Brave Knight and perhaps he could steal a kiss from the sweet princess.

🌸

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things eddie munson

[spicyseonghwas]

[11:48pm]

pairing kang yeosang x male reader viewer rating 13+ genres/au's fluff, boyfriend!yeosang content warnings physical contact, kissing, playful hair pulling (kinda), pet names, implied suggestive content word count :: 431 words network tags :: @preciousillusions-net a/n i cant quite remember if i posted this or not, but it was in my google doc that held all my drabbles for my old account, so i edited it a bit! please reblog this if you like it! likes do not help my algorithm.

you grinned and hid your face in your hands as you inched shyly out of your and yeosang's shared bathroom.

"i'm here baby, you can look-" you said. but you were cut off as yeosang wolf-whistled at you.

"dayum," he said loudly, "pretty, pretty boy! y'know, you look drop-dead gorgeous in my clothes. i'm having trouble keeping a grip on myself while you're in here with me."

you grinned again, giggling like a little boy as you ran over to the bed and flopped into the pillows, an almost unnoticeable blush creeping onto your cheeks as you felt yeosang's fingertips graze over your thighs. you squealed and kicked your feet, playfully swatting his hand away as he rolled over onto you and started peppering your neck and tomato-red face with kisses.

yeosang giggled, wrapping his arms around your sides and burying his face in your neck, nuzzling the skin with the tip of his nose as he wrapped his arms around your body.

"y-yeoyeo-" you stuttered in between giggles, "st-stop it, that ti-ckles-"

you (struggled a bit and) rolled over underneath him and pushed him off, jumping on top of him and rendering him flat on his back and partially immobile as you straddled his waist.

yeosang smiled his signature soft, absolutely perfect smile that always made you melt like cheese whenever he gave it to you. he pouted cutely and reached up, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you down into a kiss that nearly made your heart stop.

"i had no idea you felt so strongly about me wearing your clothes," you said when yeosang finally let you get a breath of air.

"mmm... well i mean it baby," he responded, "you look hot as fuck in my clothes, we should do this more often. i'm having thoughts about you that i should not be allowed to talk about."

you snickered mischievously, wiggling your arms out of his grip and making grabby hands motions at him. "well then, c'mere. if you can't tell me, why not show me instead?"

this time it was yeosang's turn to snicker evilly as he leaned slowly inward, crawling over you and letting his fingers tangle into your hair with a light tug. it wasn't any sort of uncomfortable pain, just enough of a burn that the adorable, giggly boy he had pinned in his arms would react.

"oh i will, puppy, just you wait..."

your eyes widened for a split second before you broke out into a snickering fit.

"oh yeah, big boy?" you taunted playfully, "well i don't wanna wait."

© seonghwas-lighter 2023-2024.

#chaece.exe 🌑 #k labels #ultkpop #ateezlovenet #cacaokpop #preciousillusionsnet #ateez #yeosang #kang yeosang #ateez x male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x lgbt #male idol x male reader #ateez x male reader fluff #ateez x atiny #kang yeosang x male reader #yeosang x male reader #yeosang fluff #yeosang x male reader fluff

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] One of my Kinktober fics from 2021. [ SYNOPSIS ] You had no idea adopting a dog would be this complicated. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.5k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, hybrids (Zeke is a dogboy and he wears a collar), y/n is kinda dominant, pet names (you call him puppy), oral sex (f receiving), Zeke knows when you ovulate (and I have no good explanation for it), creampie, knotting, a fluffy ass ending.

When you moved up to the coastal north you didn’t think much about how isolated you truly were. Your closest neighbor being a mile away didn’t dawn on you until your first night in your new home. The wood floors were cold and creaky. The Monterey cypresses that shielded your home from the salty, onshore winds trembled outside your window, making the most heinous noise. Cell service was shaky and you didn’t have the foresight to get a landline. 

Overall you were woefully unprepared for this new chapter in your life.

One day you wandered over to your laptop and set out to find a dog. You flipped through adoption sites trying to find the perfect fit. You didn’t want a huge one, but you didn’t want anything small enough to get carried off by a hawk. You needed something cute and loud, preferably.

It took about an hour of searching until you stumbled across a Shiba Inu mix. After doing remedial research you knew a creature capable of letting out a “Shiba scream” was the perfect match. The listing was rather mysterious, but it seemed promising.

“No pictures? Whatever, I know what dogs look like,” you told yourself.

You submitted your inquiry and crossed your fingers hoping you and the dog would get along.

The next morning you heard an urgent knock on your door. You rolled out of bed and threw a robe on top of your nightgown. The wood floors were anything but kind, the cold oak freezing your feet with every step. The knocks grew harder and you flung the door open.

“What?!”

In your sleepy daze you tossed civility to the side. You glanced at the blonde man standing in front of you. He was tall, slender but well-built, and his flaxen hair was windblown and looked exceedingly soft. You barely noticed his fox-like ears and floofy, curled tail.

“Can I help you?”

“You wanted a dog, right?” he asked plainly.

“Are you from the agency?”

“You could say that.”

“Are those part of your uniform?” You pointed at his ears and they perked up much to your surprise.

“My ears?” He barely spat the question out before he was overcome with laughter. “The things I use to hear?”

“Ye—yes,” you stammered.

“Are your ears part of your uniform?”

You ignored his snide comment, hoping he’d leave as fast as he came.

“Where’s the dog? I’d like to meet him before I make a commitment,” you paused, gathering your thoughts. “Doesn’t seem like a great idea to blindly adopt a dog, you know?”

“Oh you’re going to love this,” he said, stepping closer to you.

You backed up and nearly stumbled back into your home.

“I’m the dog.”

“What? No, seriously where is he? His name was Zeke or something, right?”

You peered over the man’s shoulder looking for the dog you had conjured in your mind. You called out the his name, thinking maybe he was hiding behind a tree or placed out of view.

“Yeah, it is his name. My name. Hi, I’m Zeke. You’re officially stuck with me.”

Zeke came in even closer, standing chest to chest with you. He stared at you hard with his grey eyes, they reminded you of the fog that drifted in on the marine layer. Nothing like the big brown eyes you expected your dog to have. Taking a good look at him, he wasn’t like anything you imagined. You were rendered speechless. He smirked, clearly taking joy in your stunned silence.

“Can I come in? I’m cold. I had to walk here. Well, not the whole way. The guy kicked me out the car because I kept sticking my head out the window. Apparently I was letting the heat out.”

He ended his sentence with a dejected sigh.

You reached up and squeezed one of his ears, feeling the soft fur that coated them. They felt real and they matched his hair color so well it was almost uncanny. You were stunned. In your absentmindedness your thumbnail scratched one causing him to yelp.

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry! I just thought maybe you were a really committed furry.”

Zeke cocked his head to the side, rubbing his ear. He gave you a quizzical look.

“What the fuck is a furry?”

Zeke was much more even-keeled than you anticipated. You were expecting a screaming Shiba Inu, but instead you got him. He alerted you of weird noises in a manner you considered too lax. He would stare out the window, eyes narrowed, and calmly mutter, “I think something’s out there.”

However when a man tried to break into your home he came at the guy with a baseball bat. You ran downstairs to see him dressed only in his underwear, standing over the unconscious man. He was catching his breath, bat in hand, immersed in a silent rage. You never saw him so incensed, so wild. When he glanced up and saw you standing there with your eyes wide he softened his expression, flashing you a sheepish smile. Wagging his tail, he suggested calling the police. 

Once the cops drove off with the intruder in tow, Zeke carried you upstairs to bed and spent the night spooning you. After that encounter he slept beside you every night.

Zeke demanded that you collar him even though you told him it wasn’t necessary. You thought it was rather strange and held off on buying one, hoping he’d forget about it. But he didn’t. He sat you down and explained how it made him feel wanted and safe. He knew you’d never throw him out on the street, but after a life of getting shuffled around from home to home he needed the security.

He was fairly casual during the conversation, even cracking a few jokes. But his eyes gave him away; they revealed the melancholy that pooled inside him.

It killed you to think of a sweet, little puppyboy getting tossed out of someone’s house. You wanted to go after all the people who mistreated him after he described how cold he'd get when he was forced to sleep in a literal dog house. How he’d curl up into a little ball with his tail wrapped around him, trying to stay warm as snow blew in through the shoddy door. One family even refused to let him walk upright; they made him crawl around on his hands and knees.

You got him a lovely leather collar in a rich mahogany color the very next day. He nearly squeezed the life out of you when he pulled you in for a hug, his tail wagging like crazy.

From that day forth you were determined to make up for all the awful things that happened to him.

One night while you were cuddling in bed Zeke was considerably more affectionate. He spooned you, muscled arms wrapped around you, nose buried in your freshly washed hair. He took a deep inhale and his warm hand cupped your breast, giving it a little squeeze.

Your eyes fluttered open and you turned over to face him.

“Zeke, what the hell?”

“You’re in heat, don’t play coy,” he said before licking your neck.

You clumsily patted him on the head and scratched that special spot behind his ear.

“I’m not in heat. Humans don’t have estrous cycles.”

He sighed and nuzzled his face into your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“You smell like it,” he murmured.

You thought about the random pain you felt in your left ovary the day before. It had to be a coincidence.

He tightened his arms around you and ran his hands down your back, stopping at the small of it. His eyes were dark with lust. Zeke looked at you like this quite a bit, but it would only be for a moment. He was good at keeping composure. You couldn’t count how many times he busted into your room while you were getting dressed. His gaze lingered on your body before apologizing and shutting your door, acting like nothing happened.

Zeke licked your neck again. Usually he only did it to annoy you, popping up from under your desk and straddling your lap just so he could poke your face with his tongue. He’d stumble off, snickering the entire time. A much different context compared to the current one.

You stroked his head, tangling your fingers in his blonde locks. His hair was like silk; it was hard to keep your hands off it.

“We can’t do this,” you said.

“Aw, what? You don’t like me anymore?”

You gritted your teeth, trying to ignore the growing wet spot in your underwear.

“You’re my pet.”

“Oh so now I’m a mere pet,” he said, mocking your apprehension.

He had a point. You didn’t treat Zeke like he was a dog. Why would you? He cleaned the apartment while you were at work, did the grocery shopping, and occasionally played amateur therapist when you got hit with an existential crisis. He was so much more than a pet; you held no dominion over him nor did you want to.

Zeke lifted your nightgown and peeled your underwear off. He grabbed your ass and squeezed, digging his trim nails into the flesh.

“Please,” he said, borderline begging. “I need it.”

He looked so sad with ears tucked down. If he was guilt tripping you it was working. You stroked his cheek, your fingers grazing his beard. It was silly to lie to yourself, to think you didn’t want to fuck Zeke.

“Fine, but we tell no one.”

You heard his tail thumping against the mattress.

“Really?”

You sighed, “Yes… Really.”

Without another word Zeke flipped you onto your back and yanked your nightgown over your head, throwing it over his shoulder. He left a trail of kisses down your body before stopping at your throbbing cunt. He forced two of his fingers inside and prodded the inside of you.

“Nice,” he said, pulling them out and licking them clean. “I knew you’d taste good.”

His breath was hot against your cunt, beard tickling the inside of your thighs. You felt his warm tongue drift along your folds before he encircled your clit. Your toes curled as gently sucked on it. 

He peered up at you and your heart melted. He was so eager to please. You scratched behind his ear causing him to moan with a mouthful of your cunt.

“Such a good boy,” you cooed, remembering the things he murmured when you caught him fucking your pillow.

His eyes lit up at the sweetness radiating from your voice. It was probably not something he was used to hearing.

“I’d even say you’re the best boy.”

“Do you have the authority to make that claim?” he asked, adjusting his glasses.

You pinched his ear.

“Don’t make me take back what I said.”

He let out a pained little whine. Eager to please he ran his tongue along your slit, prodding the opening.

“I’m gonna have to reward you.”

His tail wagged with a fervor you didn’t know it was capable of.

“Aw,” you said, patting his head. “Such an eager puppy.”

His glasses were fogging up. His cuteness was truly unparalleled.

“Are you enjoying this?” he asked, resting his cheek on your thigh.

“Very, but I don’t remember asking you to stop.”

“I know, but I need to fuck you. It’s becoming distracting.”

You giggled. “Oh, you poor thing. You need me that bad?”

“Yes,” he growled.

He crawled on top of you, his face obscenely close to yours. The heat coming off his body was immense like those rogue, hot days that reared their heads in October. You wanted to immerse yourself in him, feel the weight of his body against yours.

You smiled and cupped his face in your hands, kissing him. You didn’t expect him to be so sloppy but his desperation should have clued you in. Biting on his bottom lip, you guided his erect cock inside you.

“Oh f—fuck,” he stammered, breaking the kiss.

You tightened around the length of his cock and watched as he agonized over the sensation. He buried his face into your neck, trying to hide his expression from you.

“Is it too much?” you asked, petting his head.

“No,” he responded, voice muffled by your flesh.

You rolled your hips against his and he started to thrust.

“I don’t know. It sounds like my precious boy can’t handle it.”

“Your precious boy is going to come if you keep talking like that.”

Your body nearly sang at the thought of him filling you with his cum.

“As if that’s not my end game,” you laughed.

He beamed, tail still wagging. He really was your precious boy, so eager to please.

Vulgar noises emanated from your wet cunt as Zeke drove his cock deeper inside you, your fluids intermingling. He panted and rutted against you in a haze of ardor. You looked into his eyes and saw nothing behind them other than lust. His brain had taken a vacation.

“Aw, such a dumb puppy. Are you gonna come, hm?”

He rubbed your clit with his rough thumb.

“Not yet,” he choked out. “You fir—first.”

The weight of his thumb against your throbbing clit was almost too much to bear. His cock was brushing up against your cervix. Your breathing labored as your orgasm crested the horizon. You locked your legs around his hips, grinding up against him. You held onto him as he fucked you harder, driving your body into the mattress.

“Shit,” you said through a moan. “That feels so good.”

A devilish gleam came over Zeke’s eyes. He bit down on your shoulder, the pain making you wince. However you felt yourself becoming overwhelmed with euphoria.

You held his face in your hands and told him, “You’re such a good boy, Zeke. You are my good boy.”

He softly bit at your neck as you were engulfed in rapture. Your body quivered and writhed underneath him, exuding delectation. You hung onto his shoulders and rode out your orgasm as he continued rutting against you.

“Can I come inside you? I’ve been good enough, haven’t I?”

You smirked and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Go ahead, puppy. You earned it.”

His cock swelled and released a deluge of cum inside you. It was a completely new sensation; nothing prepared you for it. Honestly had you known it’d feel this good you would have propositioned him the day you met him.

His loud moans filled the room and you instinctively checked to make sure the window was shut. Once he finished he collapsed on top of you, cock still buried inside your cunt.

“I’m… We’re going to be stuck like this for a while,” he muttered, blushing. “I can’t pull out yet.”

You rubbed his back. “That’s alright. I mean, it is weird as fuck.”

He playfully bit your ear.

“I guess it is kind of weird, huh…” His voice trailed off, heavy with sleepiness.

He held onto you and rolled over onto his back, letting you rest on top of him. He kissed your neck before letting out a hearty yawn. He looked so peaceful, so relaxed. You were happy you could give him a better life and hoped you could make up for the years of shit he endured.

“I like weird things,” you said softly.

#zeke yeager x reader #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke yeager smut #zeke jaeger smut #aot x reader #snk x reader #snk smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #shingeki no kyojin smut #.fics #.aot #.zeke #reader insert #x reader

[quohotos]

I present to you, my Magnum Opus. The Underland Chronicles rendered in the style of an early 2000s flash based point and click adventure game (the MNOG)

I have spent so long on this. Inkscape doesn't log total project time the way Krita does, but it's the most time I've spent on any single piece of vector art. Even then there's still a million things I want to go in and change but... aaaaaa you have to cut it off somewhere. I have been copy pasting rats for hours, and don't even get me started on the shadows. The shadows look good, they are not physically accurate. I tried.

Here are some bonus features!

No text overlay. Clean if you want to print it or make it a desktop background.

Close up on Solovet and Ajax I've never actually drawn Solovet, or any underlanders really. I definitely am phoning it in by framing her from behind. When it came to designing what kind of armor they'd wear I took inspiration from both Greek and Roman designs. Ajax was originally much more saturated red until @paksenarrion-dorthansdotter corrected me. The books describe him as dried blood colored. (please don't look too close at the rats they don't hold up to scrutiny)

Close up on Ripred. He looks just a little bit small and fat in this one, but that's just because he's slouching. When he stands up it all stays in his hips and ass. I always draw Ripred like he appeared on my cover of Code of Claw. The scar on his face isn't really visible from this angle because it cuts left to right and he's looking left.

Lastly, here's Gregor and Ares. There is an official design for his armor as seen on the cover of my copy of Code of Claw. I redesigned it because I thought that version looked kinda pants, tbh. Little goofy and hard to take seriously.

The great thing about vector art is you can zoom in and obsess over tiny little details that end up only being like 4 pixels wide in the final export. Case in point, these rando flyers. Such minute detail that gets flattened out to a single pixel in some cases.

Sidenote: I always imagined the flyers as more microbat inspired, which is why I draw them with tails... but these ones end up looking very flying fox-like and have also some megabat proportions. This isn't really an intentional artistic choice, it's just a compromise I had to strike to make them look decent. I need to practice drawing microbats more.

Oh well. The author isn't that descriptive about their proportions so I guess it's up to interpretation.

Lastly, here's the original sketch that I traced over. A lot of features ultimately got cut, as well as the dimensions to the side being changed. Solovet originally was going to have a braid but then I remembered that line from the first book where Luxa explains that you have to cut your hair to go to war. Ripred also looked a lot more teddy bear like in the sketch, so I ended up not even tracing him. Bane was a redraw, and I actually did trace part of Ajax and then just frehanded the rest.

If anyone is reading this far and hasn't read the underland Chronicles, now is a great time to go to your local library and pick it up. These books slap and this tiny community would love to suffer our brainrot welcome you into our fold.

Fly You High

#my art #tuc #the underland chronicles #the underland chronicles spoilers #tuc spoilers #the code of claw spoilers #vector art #mnog #bats #rats #fantasy #tuc20 #inkscape

[amizuki]

small edits of the epilogue designs of the main 5

(not including Eda, Lilith and Vee, I think they look okay and I honestly dunno what to change with their designs)

btw these are all gonna be edits of the renders from the owl house wiki, because my drawing skills are too ass to draw designs from scratch

Luz:

'ight, I gotta get this out right off the bat – I fucking hate Luz's ugly as fuck pants

everything else in her outfit looks great – I love the snake on the jacket (and how it kinda blends in with the stripes on her shirt), I love her wearing the striped shirt she was wearing in the pilot and I love that she's wearing Amity's old necklace, but the pants are just the worst. this shade of yellow looks like shit, doesn't fit with the rest of the colors (apart from maybe her eyes and part of the necklace, if you wanna stretch it) and those dumb patches just make her legs look busy/cluttered. so, I removed all the patches and made Luz's pants beige, similar to the ones she wore at the end of season 2 (that whole look was honestly really good, sad it was only used for a couple episodes).

oh and I also slightly tweaked her hair because it just looked weird to me. I dunno why, but both her slicked back hairstyle in s3 and the epilogue hairstlyle always looked off to me, and I can't quite put my finger onto why.

Amity:

I made a post on my sideblog a while back where I explained why I thought the hairstyle Amity had in the epilogue didn't really fit with how I interpreted her overall hair change over time. basically that whole post boiled down to:

Amity with a high ponytail/high bun/etc. – represents Amity under her mother's control (since Odalia has almost the same hairstyle)

Amity with her hair down or with a low ponytail/low bun/etc. – Amity is no longer doing what her mom says, she's making her own choices now

so seeing her go back to having a high ponytail in the epilogue just didn't sit right with me. and that's why I decided to give her a braid. since Willow cut her hair short and no longer has two braids, I thought it'd be nice to instead give a braid to Amity. I also wanted to try and make it a two-colored braid, since I didn't really know how else to incorporate her brown hair color to the hairstyle (I didn't want to just go for the simple "make one side of the hair purple and the other brown").

I liked how the Grom crystals were added into this design, I thought it was a pretty nice callback to the episode where the whole Grom dance happened, and so I kept them in my redesign as well – putting them as a part of a headband.

the remaining changes are super minor – I made her pants slightly longer, since them being knee-height looked kinda weird to me, and changed her earrings from these big, black (and kinda ugly lol) triangles to the ones she wore in "Reaching Out", so there would be a bit more yellow in the design to match Amity's eyes.

Willow:

this one doesn't have that much changed to it. I kinda wanted to do something with Willow's hair, but in the end decided against it, since I think her short hair, while looking a bit too simular to Luz's debut hairstyle, is still pretty cute.

I really liked the gold glasses she got in season 2, and so I made her glasses here gold as well. not only because I like them better, but also to make it match with her yellow top.

I see that they tried to do this whole asymmetrical thing with her legs – one leg has a knee pad and the other doesn't, one leg has a sock and the other, again, doesn't – and I'm not against it, but the fact that Willow only has one sock just looks off to me. so I gave her her second sock back, but made the other one yellow, to still kinda keep the asymmetry (and to, again, add more yellow to the design, so it wouldn't just be her top and bracelets).

...also slightly changed the main color of her shorts, because that shade of green looked ugly to me.

Gus:

(this one has even less changes than Willow lol)

my man just straight up lost all his blues

if you go to the owl house wiki and open the page with Gus' designs, you'll see that all of them have some shades of either blue or teal, and occasionally green in them (with the exception of his Halloween costume, that became his season 3 outfit, which is mostly pink-red). and since illusion coven's color is light blue, it makes sense to add the colors of his coven to Gus's outfits. but in the epilogue bro's just covered in yellows and browns, with the only blue being his pants. so that's the only thing I changed – made his vest and glasses blue, to return at least some of his illusion magic's color to him.

the outfit itself looks alright, he looks a lot like a teacher, which is what he is by the time of the epilogue (though it is weird that, despite being 16, he looks more like he's in his mid 20s lmao). I'm not entirely sure why he's suddenly wearing glasses here though, since I don't remember him ever mentioning having eyesight problems or even wearing contacts before (but maybe he did mention it and I just don't remember, I dunno), but eh, whatever. he looks alright with those, so I didn't remove them. but yeah, apart from the lack of blues in his outfit, Gus looks the best out of the main 5.

Hunter:

(had to enlargen his png with a random ai, idk why the one on the wiki is like 5 pixels large, who tf made it so small lmao)

yeah, so, uh, the obvious question here... why does Hunter look like Caleb again?

wasn't his whole thing supposed to be how he's not just another Grimwalker? not just another copy of Caleb? not just Caleb? isn't that's why he decided to cut his hair, and specifically his Caleb-like fringe, to not look like him (and to simultaneously not look like Belos)? he even looks at himself in the mirror at one point in TTT, before he gets possessed by Belos, and says "I like who I am now" or something like that, I don't remember the exact quote.

and then Hunter not only gets his Caleb Hair™ back, after Belos possesses him, but he also gets Caleb's brown eyes after Flapjack brings him back to life, now making Hunter look EXACTLY like Caleb! which, correct me if I'm wrong, isn't this exactly what Belos wanted? a perfect copy of Caleb??

at first I thought that by the time of the epilogue he'd cut his hair again or style it differently, to not look like "Caleb 2: electric boogaloo", and so I just tolerated how he looked in FTF and WAD, thinking "eh, alright, he obviously won't cut his hair again anywhere in these episodes, everyone's busy with making Boiling Isles normal again, it'll probably be somewhere at the very end of the show, when everything's good again". and then, lo and behold – he did not, in fact, cut his hair, and he's still just Caleb™...

cool

ignoring his hair – the design itself looks nice. I especially like the addition of Abomination, Illusion and Plants patches he sewn onto his apron, and, unlike Luz's pants patches, these actually work pretty well with the whole look, plus it's nice to see him add small things that represent his friends to his outfit (only one of Luz's patches represented anyone, which was Amity with that Abomination patch, and then it's just two random pictures that don't really represent anyone)

the main thing I wanted to change was his hair, just like with Amity. judging by this concept art it does seem like they wanted to give Hunter different hair, to not make him look like Caleb 2.0. (dunno why they decided against it though, that was pretty dumb of them).

so I basically just took the first hairstyle here and slapped it onto Hunter. apart from that, the only things I changed were that I made his sneakers pink (since his Grimwalker eyes were pink and I kinda thought I'd bring a bit of that color back here) and added some accessories to his arms – a glove on one hand and bandages on the other. I couldn't give him two gloves, since the right one would cover the Flapjack tattoo, so instead I put some bandages from splinters there (inspired by the same concept art where I traced the hair from).

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and that's it.

again, I didn't do anything with the timeskip designs of Eda, Lilith and Vee, because I think they generally look okay and I don't really have any ideas on how I'd change them. as for every other character's new looks – I really don't care that much about them lol. Camila and Boscha look good, King barely changed, so he's pretty good too, and everyone else I barely even remember.

#toh critical #toh #toh criticism #♤mizu.txt

[lousylemonseminar]

Surhhg it I posted this early oh my goszzhhhfh.

cw gore and viscera I think and also extreme levels of silliness

Phineas . I know what I'm doing today but I'm kinda scared I'll do it an injustice.

@fish-fever is an artist that I've been eyeing for a while because of the jrwi fandom and vamps art makes me go a bit AJAHGRVRVFF maybe? Kota has very unique shape language present in zir style that makes it easy to distinguish characters from another--even if you don't know the characters too well LIEK. Not even touching on color rn.../pos

Ill be referencing a lot of art reblogged over on @/yaoicraft but I will so link pieces if thays what's up

Something I noticed from zir line art, in sketches/doodles I believe, that I particularly absorbed(loved) was like. How major or more defined spots are inked on top

[1] [2] like. Around eyes or to bring out the nose and it's so fucking dmcooll to me, especially in that example with Vynceny where the "sketch-sketch" is a different color

This isn't always applicable, but of course anatomy and details-like those zapin zig zags thayahdhbfffn-are consistent (as they would be in an art style???????)

[3] the thicker lines are there thoug!! like under the jaw or between the thighs in this example - line weight seems to be huge always

THE ZIG ZAGS. I found them a lot on noses - which are incredibly varied!! - or just when skin is being defined in general

[3] on the shouldersz , elbows ,and knees.. those three places ALWAYS, even in sick ass finished pieces

It's also on more traditional rendering like hair. Or guts!! So more natural aspects of the body or whatever that means. Clothing has similar cool cartoonisg wrinkles, but the texture being indicated is very distinctive and. separate 👍

[4] [5] [6] it goes crazy hard

I THINK ITS VRY PROMINENT IN THIS DAKOTA DRAWINGn!!

[7] The rendering is sketchier here in a way and it's so!!!!

Can't put down more examples, but the diversity in designs are so so so what I wanted to talk about

[8] Idfk these guys (I should watch Scott pilgrim somebehow)) but it showcases this so so well

All vir designs have a VIBE ve presents amazingly!!!!! Even designs all having attributes - that I think are very definitive to gores style - like the two nose lines (AUGRHRR) or the goofy cheek line for smiles, they are all very unique! Like how eyes are drawn are almost alwaayss specific to that character and it's so so so!! They all got that snchonnzer that I adore

I could go on about things I admire but imma chill for a sec thanks for coming to my Ted talk

This creature also does commissions so check it tf out!!!!! Ze makes the most things I've ever seen I think 💚

#eki kecks #style study #no id #my head hurts insane #Yhey made me so comfortable with my body #even more so despite not havign dysphoria hit too hard as a trans guy #no iddndt spend like an hour trying to find them again after deleting my blog like WHERE IS THAT **THING??????? WHERE IS EJJRGNG #/s

[twistedtavern]

Another reverse au interaction or continuation? (I like the reverse au)

It has been EONS since I have received this ask, but now I know exactly which of them shall be tonight's Mother of Fucker. Idk this is kinda more of a character introduction than anything.

CW: Yandere, I tried to salvage this irreverent/sarcastic Yuu but idk if it worked, reader is Yuu, canon-typical racism, canon-typical Sebek slander, murder/execution mention, LIGHTLY IMPLIED planning of genocide, implied abuse

You swore today was going to be a normal day when you woke up.

You had awoken, got ready for your inevitably exhausting day at NRC, and the moment you were about to be on your merry way, you were greeted by none other than Lilia Vanrouge and... Sebek with his hair down?

Lilia explained that apparently there was a second Sebek running around, this being the second in question, and long story short he was dumping Diasomnia's 6'2 crocodile surplus on you.

And as Lilia left, you could see for the barest second that this strange other Sebek looked back at him with the shiftiest eyes you had ever seen. Even Jamil, pre ass-kicking, looked less shifty than this rat bastard who had been placed before you, but everyone in this school was either shifty or a rat bastard or very much both, so he fit right in.

The differences from the Sebek you were used to were minute, but noticeable. Most apparent was his hairstyle, not overloaded with gel to keep it upright, and instead left to hang down. Funnily, it almost made him look like a completely different person. The front of his blazer was buttoned up completely, and the ribbon signifying his dorm was missing, as well as the golden pin to go with it. If it weren't for the bright green magestone, you wouldn't have been able to tell he was even in Diasomnia.

You blinked owlishly up at him, and he looked down at you before promptly looking away and bowing his head, as if to avoid eye contact.

" Greetings, prefect. I don't want any trouble. Just say the word, and I will leave," he said simply. He raised his head again, still very pointedly not looking you in the eye as his gaze scanned around Ramshackle. He seemed quietly surprised by his surroundings.

You looked at him in confusion, deciding to just be a polite host, " Uh... No, you're okay. You can grab a snack and sit down, if you want. I don't have a lot of movies, but I've memorized the passwords to Cater's streaming subscriptions."

His voice suddenly changed as a faint confusion ghosted over his features before being replaced by a polite, small smile, " Ah, forgive me. It seems you are quite different from the Ramshackle Prefect that I have been accustomed to,"  he bowed halfway at the waist, one arm bent behind his back as the other reached to gingerly take your hand in his and raise the back of your palm to his lips.

Hearing Sebek's boisterous, proud shouts replaced by a low, dulcet tone as his gloved thumb traced over your knuckles rendered you speechless. You could only blink through your sheer lack of comprehension. You were being handled like glass, in stark contrast to the occasional times your usual Sebek would unceremoniously pick you up by the collar to plop you down wherever he saw fit.

The subtle tilt of his head and his half-lidded eyes sent a whirl of the most baffled butterflies in Wonderland alight in your gut as he finally looked into your eyes. Sebek... kinda looked good with his hair down... That was all you would say. You dumbly looked up at him as he stood at full height again, your hand still over his. His smile returned as he saw your expression, and he spoke again.

" I am Sebek Zigvolt," he placed his other hand over yours, and don't think anyone d been this blatantly into you since your last conversation with Rook. " I am honored to be your houseguest."

" O-Oh. Thanks...!" you squeaked out.

His expression became gentler, if that was even possible, and he continued, " Pardon my ignorance, but what is your name? I'm afraid I've never heard the housewarden of Ramshackle referred to as anything more polite than the Prefect, at least from Dawn Phoenix College."

" I'm Yuu. I'm not much housewarden as I am the only non-cat to live here, I guess," you paused as his words fully registered in your brain, " Wait- Dawn Pheonix? I've never heard of that."

The... transfer student(?) looked puzzled, " It is the school attended by His Highness and Grand General Vanrouge," he seemed somewhat... irritated having to say it, a shocking development, given that the Sebek you knew made his downright worship of the former a good three-fourths of his entire personality. " But it appears as if this place can boast that same accolade."

" Yeah. This is Night Raven College. Where's Dawn Pheonix located?" you asked. You were usually tasked with being the resident helper, so you began to naturally slip into that mode.

" Sage Island, if memory serves," he mused, before coyly smiling at you. You felt his hand move from covering yours to... holding your chin up?!?

" If I may, I must admit I do enjoy this Night Raven College far more."

You froze at the contact like you had been raised in a nunnery, and you felt your face heat up. From your throat came a noise like the peep of a tiny bird, and you immediately turned your head in embarassment, squeezing your eyes shut. He chuckled, and-

" THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH!!"

A large figure came between the two of you, a heavy hand over your face shoving you back so hard you fell square on your butt, and the push from the other hand hardly made your companion stumble back.

Sebek, your Sebek, had suddenly arrived, here just in time to give you your daily headache. He turned to yell at you, but your attention caught on the expression of the second. The other crocodile turned to look at him with a sharp, silent stare, green eyes wide and pupils slitted. It was almost startling, how his demeanor changed from gentle and flirtatious to seething anger barely being restrained.

You expected him to do something, but he stood completely still, gaze locked completely on the yelling guard as he scolded you about propriety. What surprised you was yet another complete 180 in tone, an amicable smile to rival Kalim's appearing on his face as he set a hand on your frenemy's shoulder.

" Come now, brother! It's just a mere human. I see no need to bother."

Sebek whirled around upon feeling his touch, still scowling. " Then just what were you doing, TOUCHING them like that?!?"

Not-Sebek seemed completely unbothered by his words, " Ah, don't be that way! I was just having a little bit of fun. It wouldn't have gone much farther, I assure you."

This statement angered both Sebek and you, the heat on your cheeks increasing in intensity from your embarrassment mixing with newfound indignation at his implication that you were "just" some human toy he could have "fun" with. Sebek opened his mouth before you could, " HOW DARE YOU? The prefect is NOT some- S-Some PLAYTHING!! They may be a puny human, but they can't be that easy to string along!"

You scoffed in offense as you looked at both of them, and you saw the cornered half-fae's gaze flit towards you for the barest second before his smile faded slightly. His eyes narrowed somewhat as he looked at Sebek, " And what's got you so interested in what I do with them? To think, you'd be keeping His Excellency waiting so."

Sebek's attitude changed in an instant. You facepalmed while Sebek squawked, " T-The young master?!? He's waiting?!?"

Not-Sebek nodded and tutted at him with crossed arms as if disappointed, " Since you seem so concerned about this human, I had naturally assumed you would be here. I was sent to fetch you for urgent business, since we all know just how much you are relied on."

" WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME WHEN I WALKED IN?!?" he all but screeched, before darting out the door, " I'M COMING, MASTER MALLEUS!!"

The remaining first-year snickered wryly to himself as his adversary practically disappeared into thin air, muttering to himself, " Works every time... boot-licking sucker."

He turned to you, his self-satisfied sneer pulling the exact same disappearing act when he saw your expression. With a face like he had been injured, he dropped to one knee before you, holding his head low and crossing one arm over his chest.

" I beg that you forgive me. You are my gracious host, and this is not the first time I have had to utter such slanderous lies in front of a crown loyalist. It was done for the sole purpose of preserving your safety," he said with as much of a smooth, even tone as one could while simpering on the floor.

You gawked at him, still angry, before speaking your piece, " My safety? In front of Sebek?? The greatest threat HE poses to me is rendering me deaf! I'll tell you one thing, and it's that this school is full of two-faced con artists, and I'm sick of it! I'm sure as hell not gonna have one staying in my dorm without proof of improvement!"

He looked up like you had struck him. You pointed firmly toward the door, " Go! Go on back to wherever your overgrown lizard prince is skulking around! Shoo!"

You saw the green locks lower again, hiding a sharp-toothed snarl and brightened green eyes as the crocodile fae bristled at your rejection. His hands balled into white-knuckled fists as his face became politely remorseful, and he stood up. Not-Sebek looked at you with mournful, yet determined eyes, " I will give you the proof you desire as soon as possible, honored housewarden."

" Good for you, now get!" you huffed.

He bowed his head once more before leaving, walking out the door just like his counterpart.

Once he had walked far enough away, a rage overcame him, dead silent and blazing. Not towards you, an innocent human would never earn his wrath, but towards that disgusting, dirty sympathizer that had interrupted his time in your presence. Finally, someone else he could truly dedicate his cause to, and yet, through pure meddling, he would need to get back into your good graces.

" ...to the gallows... no, the guillotine."

His words came out in a growling hiss, swearing his revenge... just another head to put on a pike once the time was right. Once the dragon falls, it'd only be a matter of time until his circus of a court will follow at the hand of the future Lord Zigvolt, dragon-slaying usurper of Briar Valley, and the last remainder of fae blood.

A glittering hoard, a towering throne, and the corpses of every fae in the Valley rotting on the outside just as within... A crown on his head, just like it belongs. A shimmering ring on your finger, just where it belongs. All of it, his dream, the thing that made everything worth it. Every straining smile, every time he was forced to say "human" as if it were a dirty word, every time he'd seen poor Silver limping through the halls at another ungodly hour.

Some day, it all had to come to an end... Didn't it...?

#reverse twst au #reverse!sebek #HOLY SHIT I ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING #twst au #i am NOT putting this bastard in the general Sebek tag

[sin-sidejob]

Robotus Alpha Beta x GN Reader

La Petite Mort

- Notes: NSFW, GN + uses a strap and harness, MINORS DNI, AB takes a strap up the ass and falls apart. French duress?

- translations: amateur hour here, brace yourselves for French grammatical error and mistranslations

- I wrote this for @outismisc initially and edited it since I kinda’ popped off? Anyways, enjoy AB getting fucked with you using French

Robotus is feeling the weight of that silver alloy tongue, quips gone and melted into the slurry of his brain, coding and systems whirring and thrumming in a blend of turned on messes.

“Oh good, you can listen, good to know. Open your mouth for me and wet this up, I won’t bother with lube - spit’s all your getting since it’s the only way you can make your mouth useful.”

You don’t spot his eyes glitching until you grip AB by the chin and nudge the silicone past his lips upon his obedient tongue.

“Ah, Quelle jolie bouche tu as, ma petite pute.”

Ah, what a pretty mouth you have, my little whore.

AB’s barely able to translate what you are saying, the words floating like alphabet soup while he sucks on the silicone, diligent and eager while he feels cool hands plant on his thighs and forces them open a little wider, body straining to acquiesce at your ministrations.

“Je me demande si je vais même m’intégrer ici dans ton cul serré.” your mouth drawls in an accent near his ear and you get to watch as drool spills forth around Alpha-Beta’s mouth, in a dribble down his chin.

I wonder if I'll even fit in here in your tight ass.

“Aw, ma petite pute, doing so well. Such a nice change in behavior. Feels better, obeying, doesn’t it?” He nods and doesn’t answer except a hum around the silicone and you reward him with a hand smoothing up the globe of his ass.

Aw, my little whore.

“Penchez-vous et prenez-le.”

Bend over and take it.

Robotus nods and whines then gasps partially once you pull forth the silicone dick from his mouth, cooing in a dramatized show of pride for him once he sees how slicked up it is.

“Tu as fait un si bon travail, une si bonne petite salope pour moi.” you all but purr, degrading him in a softer tone but merely using him at this point.

You did such a good job, such a good little slut for me.

“Mieux vaut tout prendre et faire votre travail.”

Better take it all and do your job.

Ro just stutters out, sound broken like a crushed voice box, “fuck - just, just please.” You shush him, yanking his hair back while you slot the now slicked up silicone into the harness.

“Oh mon cœur, ne sais-tu pas que les bons jouets ne parlent pas ?”

Oh sweetheart, don't you know good toys don't talk?

Then your hand slots the flared silicone cockhead in Ro, the tight ring of muscle giving easily with how absolutely overwhelmed he is, inch after inch sliding inwards like his ass was built to take it just for him. Good little fuck toy.

“Vous voulez juste être penché, n'est-ce pas?” You ask, hands gripping the broad hips of Ro while you bury your dick deep. “Avoir besoin de quelqu'un pour baiser la discipline en vous, vous mettre en ligne.” You utter, propping hips back before snapping them forward, lurching Robotus onto his forearms when his biceps buckle.

You just want to be bent over, don’t you? Needing someone to fuck the discipline in you, get you in line.

“Je baiserai toujours l'obéissance en toi, ma précieuse pute.” You taunt, punctuating with thrusts that make skin audibly smack together.

I will always fuck the obedience into you, my precious bitch.

It goes like that for a while, you fucking the thoughts and coherency out of Robotus and rendering him into a limp barely intelligible thing, once so powerful and omnipotent now pathetic. Réclamé.

Claimed.

“So fucking strong, huh? Tellement intimidant et puissant.” you taunt again, a hand now snaked down and pumping ro’s aching, stiff dick haphazardly, keeping him on edge and laying there.

So intimidating and powerful.

“Je devrais te rendre utile et juste garder ta bite, t'utiliser pour des pièces.” and Ro keens at that one, arching and fucking back onto your dick in a pathetic display that brings a laugh from you.

I should make you useful and just keep your dick, use you for scrap.

“ Aw, look at this, tu le veux tellement et tu ne penses qu'avec ta bite, n'est-ce pas ?” your eyes spot the bubbling tears from ro’s lashes and slam your hips harder, seeing tears roll as he moans brokenly getting obliterated both mind and body.

you want it so badly and think only with your dick, don't you?

“You’re crying?” You laugh, hand lowering to tug at his balls, rolling them in your palm and loving how Ro just shakes, barely able to hold himself up even though he’s bent over, collapse very tempting.

“Tu perds des larmes, petite chose triste. Tu ne peux pas me supporter de te baiser le cul comme tu me l'as demandé, et tu pleures ?” your voice is thick, deep in tone it verges on treacle but has none of the sweetness. All bite.

You are wasting tears, sad little thing. Can't stand me fucking your ass like you asked me to, and you're crying?

You spot Ro’s shaking legs and the frequency of his stuttered glitchy groans, stifled into his forearms. “Aw, tu vas venir me chercher ? Allez-y, vous avez été bon.” You grant, measuring thrusts and running a hand through his hair.

Are you going to come for me? Go ahead, you've been good.

You yank his hand back, arching Ro’s spine and watching him cry out. “Mais vous devez pleurer pour cela, le gagner comme une bonne petite chienne obéissante.”

But you have to cry for it, earn it like a good, obedient little bitch.

In a fleeting moment of coherence, AB mutters out with his head yanked back, moaning out in broken, unintelligible French “Je serai b-bien, sois ta petite pute”

I'll be g-good, be your little bitch.

You beam with pride, tugging his dick a final time before rolling his balls in his hand, fucking Robotus through his orgasm that waves through him like a full system shutdown, legs buckling and grasping at surfaces with white knuckling strength. He glitches out versions of your name and terms of endearment, raising and lowering in choppy barely there clips.

He cums so hard it nearly clears the other side of the room, splattering and landing in a spray that slowly turns to a puddle beneath, emptying the entire reserve in one fell swoop from the complete reset.

He’s a mess, cum stained and hair in disarray, face tear stained and still gasping all the while you shallowly thrust, eager to see if you can get him to speak French again.

You kiss his ear, bucking a little more to invoke a groan that gets a gasping sweetheart from his throat as you nip at his ear. “Bon travail, bien-aimé, je te baiserai pour dormir en un rien de temps.”

Good job, beloved, I'll fuck you to sleep in no time.

#inside job #personal inside job #my inside job #my thots #robotus #inside job headcanon #robotus alpha beta #Alpha Beta #Alpha Beta robotus #x reader #robotus x gn reader #robotus alpha beta x reader #robotus alpha beta x Gn reader #alpha beta x reader #alpha beta x Gn reader #robotus x reader

[imaginedreamwrite]

Watch My Heart Burn: Part 10

“I��m not the kinda alpha that walks away after a date.” Johnny’s arm stretched above his head, helping him lean against the door as he stared down at you, looked deep into your eyes, a playful smirk on his face as his free hand toyed with the zipper of your jacket.

“Oh really?” You cocked an eyebrow and looked him over from the broad mass of his shoulders and his strong chest to the narrowing of his waist and hips. “You never go on dates without sex?”

“It’s been a long time.” Johnny leaned in closer, his head dipping and his nose brushing against yours as he inhaled your scent.

He inhaled your scent and drew you in through the subtle touch of his fingertips against the bare flesh of your arm with his free hand. He stroked a path up and down your arm, gazing into your eyes while the two of you remained in silence, the end of the date approaching and yet neither one of you had been able to bid the final goodbye of the night.

“Goodnight, Johnny.” You had drawn your hand along his chest to his neck, your stuffed bears he had won for you were sitting on the floor.

“Come on, Firefly.” Johnny crooned seductively; sensually as if you and he were the only two in the world. “You know you can withstand my flame.”

“You’re not flaming on tonight, Johnny.” You stood on your tippy-toes and kissed him softly, lips brushing and moving against each other as heat burst from his flesh to yours. Johnny had made a motion of placing his hand on your lower back and used little momentum to bring you flush to his chest, unable to move.

“You sure about that?” Johnny’s hand pulled away, exhaling softly against your lips as the haze around you hovered. “You sure you don’t wanna create some sparks?”

It was Johnny’s turn to be rendered speechless when you pressed yourself against him and slid your hand around his neck to the nape, running your fingers into his hair and squeezing gently. You had leaned in, your lips barely brushing against his as you exhaled and mumbled softly. “Goodnight Johnny, enjoy your hand tonight.”

You stepped back while Johnny was in his daze and opened the door, nudging your stuffed animals into your room and then shutting the door in his face. As you stood on the other side of the door, with the official goodbye ending the date, you leaned against the wood and allowed yourself to feel the tentative shift of your emotions and the connection you had felt to Johnny. The quantifiable evidence that you were meant for each other, had driven you to a place of deeper understanding and appreciation for the alpha who had once driven you mad with irritation and indignation.

“Goodnight,” pleasant shivers shot through you as Johnny spoke through the door, “beautiful, firefly.”

The morning came with the early alarm, the warning that you would almost be late for work. You were quick to roll over onto your side and stare at your phone as it was hooked up to the charger, the time staring back at you with amorous want. You knew that it wouldn’t take much to roll back over and fall asleep, just as it wouldn’t take much to ignore the day’s tasks set out for you by Johnny. It was the back and forth between getting more sleep and getting up and going to work that had wasted the most time, and by the time you had pulled yourself from bed, the time to go was well behind you. You were late, you were going to be late, and it was that rush that had you peeling out of your place in the Baxter Building, straight into the alpha you worked for.

“Running late? Good thing your boss has a soft spot for you.” Johny caught you, hands warming against your arms.

“Not funny.” You brushed his hands off, the same intense warmth that was previously felt on your arms had now been felt in your belly, a side effect of Johnny Storm. “I didn’t think you’d be up so early. Usually, I need to wake you up.”

“You know how much I love it when you wake me up,” Johnny slipped his hand around the small of your back and pulled you closer, a soft grunt pulled from your lips at the sheer power behind his pull, the sound almost immediately being silenced by his lips crashing against yours, “but I needed to handle something.”

“Handle something? Is there anything I need to do?” You leaned away from him to get a better look, your eyes meeting and then averting as he cupped your cheek and drew the back of his fingers against your cheek.

“No. This is something I need to do myself.” Johnny leaned in and brushed his lips against yours in another kiss, this one softer and deeper than before, the movement of his flesh against yours and the gentle prod of his tongue against your own creating another surge of heat within your belly.

“Are you sure?” You pulled away from him again and rest your hands against his chest, snaking them up to his shoulders as a trail of heat followed your hands and the gentle nature of Johnny was almost chaotically different than his usual cocky arrogance.

“Sue’s looking for you,” Johnny had reluctantly pulled away, his blue eyes flashing with dark intent that had you stalling, “she’s got something to tell you.”

“Johnny,” you reached for him when he had stepped around you, and started to make his descent down the hall, “Is everything okay? Are you okay?”

“I got blue balls,” Johnny grinned and embraced your blow as you punched his shoulder with a roll of your eyes.

“So you didn’t have fun with your hand last night?” You questioned, watching him turn to face you as he walked backwards.

“Not as satisfying as you would have been, firefly.”

“Disgusting.” You scrunched your nose and stuck your tongue out at him, waiting until he had left before you began the walk toward Richards home, knocking on the door and waiting as it opened and Sue welcomed you in with a smile. You followed her inside her home and back to the office, watching her rifle around until she opened a desk drawer and pulled out a thick cream card-stock slip of paper and handed it over to you.

As you read the invitation over, the words on the thick cream card-stock had brought a ride of minute excitement and anticipation of what was to come. It was an event that was sure to be exciting for the Richards’ kids, the chance to get dressed up. However, it was the added anxiousness that centred around the fuck up you made with Morris that had put the asshole on their radar. He was still expecting your help to isolate and steal Reed Richards invention, and if you hadn’t, he would hurt the Richards’ kids. If you told anyone, he would hurt you and them.

“A ball? Really?” Sue handed you the invitation with clear instructions that you were invited as a guest and not for your job. “With…gowns?”

“What? It’ll be fun.” Sue shrugged and smiled, tapping the top of the invitation. “The whole team’s going.”

“And I don’t have to keep track of Johnny?” You questioned, reading the details while already debating whether or not you’d show your face.

“No! This is a chance for you to have fun!” Sue nudged your hip with her own, tucking your hand around the invitation. “You have a night off, but please make sure you come.”

“I don’t have a gown,” you surmised, folding the invitation to slip it into your pocket.

“You will,” Sue foretold and looped her arm in with yours, “you and I are going shopping.”

“Shopping?” You were rightfully confused and a little taken back, her insistence on getting you out and dressed to the nines was suspicious at best.

“You’re gonna get a dress and knock Johnny on his ass. I mean make him shut up for once.” Sue smiled and grabbed the invitation from you, setting it back on the desk. As the drawer was closed, Sue nudged you gently and grabbed a set of keys from the desktop.

“Sue-“ Your argument fell short, your attempts at dissuading her were abolished without merit.

“I’m not going to hear it. You and I are going shopping and you are going to blow Johnny away.” Sue had insisted and had taken it a step further by gently dragging you behind her as the two of you left her place, Sue clearly on a mission.

#alpha!johnny storm imagines #alpha!johnny storm x reader smut #alpha!johnny storm x reader angst #alpha!johnny storm x reader #alpha!johnny stom x reader #johnny storm imagines fluff #johnny storm imagines angst #johnny storm imagine #johnny storm imagines #johnny storm x reader smut #johnny storm x reader fluff #johnny storm x reader angst #johnny storm x reader #watch my heart burn #watch my heart burn series #watch my heart burn masterlist #watch my heart burn part 10

[kbandtrash]

SVT Feels (Hip Hop Unit)

~Rachel~

I've been possessed so. Here you go. Essentially just an aspect of what I think it would be like in a relationship with them (all fluff)

Masterlist

Not sure where to put the cut but aren't they doing it automatically now so does it matter

S.Coups

He can sleep next to you and it’s a miracle to him

And even when he can’t he just feels so peaceful and grateful that he feels well-rested

After a long day and a meal together it’s ~bed time~

Which of course involves holding hands and giggling as you run to your bedroom and shut the door behind you

Under the covers and he has his arms wrapped around you like you’re a pregnancy pillow or something

His head on your chest and he just snuggles into you

Your hand in his hair and he’s out like a light

Even though it’s not technically ”””doing something together””” it is most certainly quality relationship building time

In the morning he’s nice and warm and you can consciously enjoy being wrapped up together

And sometimes you fall asleep again

But like still

Are there any other thoughts than “I love this”

I think not

How lucky are you to love each other this fittingly

Sometimes it’s falling asleep holding hands

Sometimes it’s on your sides curled up into his chest

That’s when he plays with your hair and kisses your forehead and tells you about all of the things that happened today and how much he thought about you

It’s a low talking voice at the beginning and barely a whisper as he’s letting sleep take over

Wonwoo

Perhaps. A little too respectful

You gotta remind him sometimes like “hey you know you’re allowed to touch me if you want to”

And he just gets so embarrassed like “yeah I know”

He’s sneaky and quiet about showing affection

He’s kinda shy so he doesn’t want to draw too much attention even when it’s literally just the two of you

Sometimes you don’t even notice until he’s long gone that he did something

Like 5 minutes later oh! That was a kiss on the cheek

It almost feels to him maybe that you’re still kinda forbidden ground

And so every time he does try something it feels risky and rebellious and special

But if you make moves then he’ll totally follow your lead because then it feels like he’s been given permission

He’s also kind of afraid that if he acted on every impulse he had then he would be too much

It’s not a lack of interest at all he’s just still in the phase of not wanting to scare you away

Like you have to make every step at least five times before he’ll try it himself

And even then he’s nervous about it

He’ll get there though don’t worry

For now though you just have to catch him staring at you with a lovestruck little smile

Mingyu

Tall but small

Extra clumsy and that ends up with a lot of unintentional physical contact

He doesn’t realize you’re behind him so he almost knocks you over

And then he catches you and has to check you all over to make sure you’re okay

Extremely well meaning but awkward

He’s articulate if you give him the time to be

But on the spot he’s the human equivalent of a keyboard spam

If you look at him the right way he is rendered entirely incapable of speaking coherent words

He’s fun to tease because he takes everything seriously until he figures it out

After that he either gets sulky (to which the cure is an apology and a kiss on the forehead)

Or he gets too giggly to tease you back

Every once in a while he can come back with an oddly specific zinger

Never anything mean but like how in comics a speech bubble will stab a person

He always puts things way too low for him to be able to see later because he doesn’t want to put anything too high for you

Like babe there’s a stepstool for a reason

Puppy boy just responds no don’t strain yourself

And keeps forgetting that he’s tall

Vernon

He knows your name he really does

He just never uses it

Instead it’s babe and dude and some shortened version of your name and for some reason I think he might use doll

This is true likewise as well

He thinks he’s in trouble if you ever call him by his name

His very favorite that you call him is love

If you need him to do anything then just call him love and he is done for

That’s one you use sparingly though so it never loses its effect

You don’t quite want him to get used to

If he gets used to it then you’re scared he’ll stop physically melting whenever you say it

You call him love and you can see his mood lift

This little smile grows on his face and he turns into dough

And if he stopped doing that

Then what?

What then?

What would you do without a way to turn him into a soft shy cuddly boy on demand?

Cry probably

He has caught onto this but he’s not mad or anything

He just wants a way to do it to you too

In his quest for the soft shy cuddly gf button he has come up with an absolutely wild variety of nicknames

And it kinda works though lol

Vocal Unit

#seventeen #svt #hip hop unit #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #svt x reader #svt soft hours #s.coups #wonwoo #mingyu #vernon

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Destiel Month, 6 Nov.: Trip

"Oh?" Dean wiggled closer. "Where would you like to go?"

deancas, established relationship, nsfw-ish

"I was thinking," Cas said.

Dean opened one eye to look at him. Cas, or at least his soft hair, looked improbably tidy. Only a little flush on his rough throat remained. On the other hand, to Dean's great delight, Cas like Dean was still incredibly naked. 

"Angelic post-coitus musings – sounds like a Penthouse column." Dean grinned lazily as he stretched long-ways down the mattress and wiggled his toes.

"I–" Cas closed his mouth and started again. "I was going to say I wouldn't call it that, but you're well aware I would not write a column for that publication."

Dean poked his leg with his big toe. "Don't let the naysayers get ya down. Dream big, buddy." He yawned and stretched some more. 

Cas rolled onto his side, facing Dean and wearing a patient-but-not-that-patient expression. "Are you going to go to sleep?"

Dean moved a little closer and hooked his foot around Cas's ankle. "You just fucked my brains out, man, you gotta give me time to recoup."

"On average your refractory period is approximately 23 minutes." Cas pushed a lock of hair off of Dean's forehead. "And it's been about 15 minutes already."

"Okay, Mr. Spock, first of all, this isn't a sprint, it's a marathon. Secondly, you don't need to pay that much attention to the clock–"

"Oh, I'm not." Cas shrugged. "There doesn't seem to be a clock in here. Our phones notwithstanding." 

He glanced over at the window. On the way into the cabin they'd thrown down their keys, phones, and bags in that general vicinity. They themselves had landed directly on the one well appointed bed. Their clothes were…everywhere.

Dean reached out and snagged the undershirt that was festooning the corner of the headboard and let it fall on the floor. "You're just, what? Able to keep – and remember, I guess – time, these particular times, by yourself? That an angel thing?"

Cas propped himself up on one arm. "Hmm. I oversaw a lot of celestial projects over the years. They often took a very long time to complete. Proper timekeeping was essential."

"You know having sex isn't the same kind of thing, right? Like there's no boss standing around with a clipboard checking off ticky boxes. Although that might be kinda interesting." Dean waggled his eyebrow and was gratified that Cas smiled in response. "All right. What were you thinking?"

"We should take a trip somewhere." 

Cas traced something on Dean's shoulder with a fingertip; Dean shivered to guess it was probably the ghostly outline of Cas's former handprint.

"We're technically already doing that." Dean let his hand curl around Cas's hipbone and marveled again at how good it felt to do so. "And we're even staying in a slightly more upscale accommodation than usual. Behold! We're in a cabin, but the bedside lamp is not shaped like a whiskey barrel. Pretty classy." 

Cas shook his head with what Dean felt confident was genuine fondness for him. "I meant a vacation devoid of potential dragons."

"Oh?" Dean wiggled closer. "Where would you like to go?"

"You're always talking about the beach." 

"Oh hell yeah." Dean got lost in the ocean blue of Cas's eyes for a second. Then he remembered: "It's November."

"The US has a whole southern coast, doesn't it?" Cas squinted. "Not to mention all the other parts of the world that aren't going into wintertime, or even if they are, it's warm there year round." He must've felt Dean's hesitation. "We don't have to go the second we return to the bunker."

"No, no, you're right." 

Dean started to imagine a long swath of white sand warmed by sunlight, and water clear as glass rippling in a tropical breeze. Fruity, frosty drinks and hot, lazy afternoons. The sea turned to flame at sunset. A beautiful resort room where he could lay Cas out and take him apart slowly, taste every inch of tanned, salty skin, render him helpless with pleasure. 

Cas's eyes had been tracking Dean's and growing darker.

"We'll do some research when we get home, figure out a time and destination," Dean murmured against Cas's mouth, as the flat of Cas's hand began to wander down his chest. "How many minutes we at?"

"Twenty," Cas said, already sounding a little out of breath.

"Ahead of schedule then," Dean said, rolling onto his back as Cas rose up over him.

Planning for a trip could be half the fun. Practicing for a trip, even nicer.

#destielmonth22 #deancas #destiel #spn #snippetfic #fic #destielmonth

[thethingything]

introducing: the exact same WIP we've posted multiple times over the last few days but now we've spent a total of 9.6 hours on it

I'm not used to posting WIPs throughout the process and it feels kinda weird but oh well. I think I mostly need to work on making parts of the face less blurry and then I can maybe move onto colouring it. I'm pretty sure a lot of the time I've spent on it so far has just been rendering hair lol.

I definitely like it a lot more than when I started it, but I've also noticed that every time I actually post it I start going "is this weird? is drawing myself weird? especially when it's with a different hairstyle to usual? why am I actually doing this?" and then start overthinking to all hell, so I guess that's still a thing.

#personal #thoughts #🍬 post #our wips #eye contact tw #I draw myself and then go ''this just looks like I'm drawing my source'' and like. yeah. no shit #also something about the face on this doesn't feel quite right and I can't really tell what #but it's not like I can go look in a mirror or take a photo or whatever to figure it out becasuse y'know. innerworld appearance #anyway I feel like this almost looks like an old photo #and I like the kind of softer lighting than what we normally draw

[scorchedhearth]

hiiiii emyr i was wondering if anyone has asked about the andy/booker fic (if you ask me, i will do it for you) yet <3 one of your tog fics that i read first and ive been rotating your commentary abt quynh/booker, andy/booker, and andy/quynh in my head for a while now :]

ur the first to ask about it!! booker/andy/quynh the triad from hell that lives inside my heart <3 i can make them all so much worse!

ask for my director's commentary of a fic

this fic!!! oh this fic. a big one for me, big reveal for many things i didn’t expect. i forgot how i got the idea, just that writing it sorta kinda pretty much gutted me <3 first time i properly wrote andy/booker after thinking about them for a few months as well as first time i wrote nb andy which was an eye-opening experience to me at the time. i wanted to try something softer, more subdued here, i tried to give the impression that this fic is told in quiet whispers if that makes sense, mostly because of the main topic here: grief

i keep it implicit but andy is grieving the death of their son here, i tried to draw parallels with andy and booker thru that idea, how they understand each other, and how they both deflect and avoid the topic with the same tricks (mirrored in the canon events we have, booker and andy are closer thanks to their misery, they’re stuck in a hole together). i needed a line about how booker sees the exact same unhealthy mechanisms in andy as he has himself, and calls it out and tries to make them talk it out because he knows what he’s doing doesn’t help himself but is hypocritical about it and doesn’t want that suffering for andy, just like andy despite and because of their old age refuses to pick the healthy choice and decide to stay stuck in the pain and suffer in it. the thesis of their ship to me is finding comfort in pain but going about it by cushioning the pit they’re in instead of helping each other out

i loved writing the first part before they bathe and how out of it andy is, they’re often so composed or in control of themselves that i enjoyed peeking at what happens when they crack under the pressure and crumbles. in contrast, it got me to write booker being competent, caring and providing for them, something he doesn’t get to do often around the other immortals, and what i think is a thesis of his character, something he’s missing now which explains in part why he’s so miserable: he’s a father who cannot be a father to anyone in his life anymore. i love tog immortals’ for how it allows u to play with relationships, and i like how booker can shift in and out of a fatherly behavior around andy here, how it brings him solace and soothes him too. that’s why there’s this almost desperate plea at the beginning of ‘let me take care of u’, booker needs this as much as andy does

and i think this must be one of the best sentences i’ve ever written: ‘He’s not good like them, he’s selfish, and scared, and terribly in love so he says the first thing that crosses his mind. “You’re good to me, Andy.” He says.’ im a fan of love that hurts, love that renders selfish, hozier’s ‘love as an act of violence against the world, i’m choosing this person over all of u’ and andy and booker, especially closer to the 21th where they’re both left adrift and struggling, embody that for me

and then there’s the physical intimacy, the nonsexual nudity, the complete trust they share together, how andy lets booker wash the blood off their hands and how they let him help and calm them down. that’s why i wanted to write this with bathing and hair washing, to pick this act that’s one of the most caring one can do, cleaning another person and rubbing their back and washing their hair for them, a sign of trust and intimacy and being family

there’s this stream of bitterness through the fic too, booker’s cynicism and multiple reminders that he doesn’t believe he’s happy but can’t bring himself to lie either (saying home without meaning it, not offering white lies like joe or nicky would do, not able to tell andy they’re ok or that it’s going to be alright) instead giving the only thing he can: factual assessment of the situation and himself (im here for u, whatever u get out of my presence by ur side)

and the last lines of dialogue! ‘it’s enough’ andy says because despite feeling pulled and broken from all sides by the world around them, the people they have around them are enough to make bearing this life worth it. i wanted to andy a version of andy that is tired already, but not yet exhausted by life like we see in canon where they do not want to keep fighting anymore, i wanted to showcase an andy that is worn down but still willing to bear pain and live, just weighed down not yet crushed by their long life

the title is a reference to booker's attitude here, all he wants is for andy to ask for his help, he's ready to give himself to them entirely, if only they were to ask for that. he's desperate to belong to them, and relishes in any drop of it he can get

#asks #help. i forgot about how much i care about those two #brutaliakhoa