#*short circuits*

[d3cay1ngst4tic]

— ink on my spine, your hands bear paint.

contents. suguru geto x gn!reader. reader has a tattoo. fluff.

★ jiah’s notes. i’m SO gonna get a dragon tattoo when i’m older. WAHH

the dragon tattoo sprawled across your back was nothing short of a masterpiece too ethereal to be true.

so dangerous yet so safe-looking, with feral eyes that almost comforted with their unseeing manner, and skin pulled back into a snarl that was both unsettling and awe-striking.

(and then there’s you.)

lazily resting your upper half over suguru’s lap, absent-mindedly picking at the rug, merely feeling when his slender fingers paint the scales of your lil’ dragon with such tender focus that you might think that he’s working on a masterpiece that required every fibre of his attention.

(he wants to keep this masterpiece to himself, though.)

“you always paint it the same colours,” you find yourself mutter, spilling out the thought as soon as it came into your mind. you’d never have to think much about your words with suguru, anyway.

“i do,” he chuckles. “d’you want me to colour them differently?”

(oh, you look delectable like this. like an art he’d want to stare at forever and ever.)

“no,” you say, cheeks flushing a little when you feel his touch linger between your shoulder blades, gently working the tension out and making you relax like he always did. “carry on.”

suguru hums, resuming his careful ministrations on your skin— slow, but not hesitant. in a way that makes you close your eyes and bury your face into his thigh to breathe in his scent— like something distinctly him.

like the smell of something citrus. lime, you think. he’s always drinking that soda. a hint of nicotine, but it’s not obnoxious. and that fragrance that you can’t quite put a finger on, but would immediately recognise as suguru’s smell.

(your home.)

oh, love works in strange ways.

(maybe your nose, too.)

you tilt your head a little, peeking at him over your shoulder— curious, fond eyes staring at his face.

(gods, he looks so pretty like this.)

hair up, but not as tight— just to get them out of his gaze’s way while he smothers your tattoo in all the attention that it deserved. yet, stray strands already fall askew, some even tickling your bare skin whilst he hunches over you to worship that expanse of skin like he does everytime. some flecks of paint cover his hands, and his concentrated expression makes you crack a smile; before you turn back to focus on the rug again.

he notices that smile.

(of course he does. he notices every single thing about you.)

his heart gives a lil’ clench, and he smiles too.

@stxrysnow on tumblr. do not copy or post any of my works without my permission.

[stompandhollar]

canon ace spec archivist and his very supportive boyfriend

[bugglia]

Thanksgiving is coming up, and I decided to make a drawing! I'm so tired right now.

For any robot/computer characters I have missed; make an assumption of what they're doing!!

[78tries]

i was complaining abt the lack of volt and eddie fan content rn and wanted to be the change i wanted to see or something so here are the doodles i made in equal amounts of passion and rage

both

bigger separate ones

[limitedseries]

[heavy breathing] [kissing, panting] [belt loosening]

[umbrellainkart]

There’s a difference!

[guiltyandashamed]

headcannons: MC who is easily flustered

Face turning red, stumbling over words, eyes darting away at the smallest teasing gesture—you’ve basically handed each of the brothers a brand-new obsession on a silver platter. Here’s how they react:

Lucifer

He notices immediately. The first time you stammer under his gaze or blush at a compliment, he files it away like valuable intel. He doesn't exploit it constantly—he has standards—but every now and then, he'll lean just a little closer when speaking, drop your name in that low voice of his, and smirk when you freeze.

“You’re very reactive tonight, MC. Something on your mind?”

It's not just amusement, he likes how honest your reactions are. In a world of lies and masks, your flustered state is a rare kind of sincerity. He treasures it… quietly, and with a hint of pride.

Mammon

Absolutely obsessed. The second he realizes you get flustered easily, it becomes his new favorite pastime. He lives for it. Winks, sly touches, cocky grins; it’s game over for your composure.

“Wha—did ya just blush? Hey! Don’t hide your face, c’mon, let me see!”

He gets all flustered himself after teasing you too much, though. Like he short-circuits watching you squirm and then goes red too, stammering, “A-Anyway! Quit lookin’ at me like that, damn…”

He’ll deny it to death, but he thinks you’re adorable.

He short-circuits right alongside you. The moment you get flustered, he mirrors it with double the intensity.

Leviathan

“You—you’re blushing?! Because of me?!”

Then he spirals. “W-wait, does that mean you actually like me?! I mean, you must a little, right?! Oh my god, this is just like in My Demon Prince Falls for a Human!”

He’ll still tease you, but only after he recovers from his own internal meltdown. Expect mutual embarrassment, accidental hand-holding, and a lot of him shrieking into a pillow later.

Satan

He finds it fascinating. And completely irresistible. He loves testing the boundaries, an innocent compliment, a whispered phrase near your ear, brushing your hand with his fingers just to see you twitch.

“It’s so easy to read you… You’re like an open book.”

He’ll tease gently, never cruelly, but he’s definitely studying your reactions like he’s trying to write a thesis on them. And if someone else flusters you? Expect narrowed eyes and a possessive arm around your waist next time you pass him in the hall.

Asmodeus

He lives for this.

“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed! Look at that blush! Is it me? Or is it just my presence?”

He’ll take you apart with fluttering lashes and sultry praise, draping over you like a satisfied cat. He thrives on your every squirm, every nervous glance. And when he’s feeling generous, he’ll soothe you with a soft smile and a gentle, “Relax, darling… I’ll be gentle.”

(He absolutely won’t. But the way you react? Worth every second.)

Beelzebub

At first, he’s confused. “Are you okay? Your face is red.”

Once he realizes it’s just you being flustered from his closeness or compliments, he goes quiet for a second… then smiles softly. “I think that’s really cute.”

Beel doesn’t tease much, but he’ll do little things intentionally once he knows it flusters you, standing closer, resting a hand on your shoulder, casually lifting you out of the way with one arm (feeling his muscles, you almost pass out). He’s a walking fluster trap and doesn’t even mean to be.

Belphegor

He finds it hilarious. The second you blush at something he says, he’s grinning like a devil.

“Oho? You’re that easy, huh?”

Belphie teases in a lazy, low voice, usually while lounging across your lap or invading your space in that way that makes your brain short-circuit. He lives to watch you cover your face.

But he also finds it... weirdly endearing. You’re soft around the edges in a way that makes him want to pull you close and bury his face in your neck.

“Don’t worry,” he’ll murmur when you’re red and hiding. “I like you like this.”

[goddessofbees]

Danny's portal accident

Now I know technically he's not dead or has a ghost core in the actual show but I will die (ha!) with these headcannons

[keydekyie]

I've Been Waiting...

close-ups under cut:

I want to credit @monstermonger for inspiring the style of this one. Her style gives me whatever the visual equivalent of ASMR is. It makes my eyes water (in a good way lol).

When I was young I used to ink with pen a lot, sometimes painting in with watercolor, but I'd gotten out of that since learning digital art. I'm finding I miss it. There's something about nice black ink that tickles my brain. With this piece I wanted to try to imitate the technique digitally. You can be the judge as to whether I achieved that.

The pose was inspired by an Amur leopard at the Cleveland Zoo. My friends and I went on a rainy day, and it was very quiet. There were times when we were all alone, just us and the animals. We were standing in an empty courtyard reading informational signs, and when we turned and looked up, we were surprised to see the beautiful Amur leopard laying sprawled on the overhead walkway, just watching us serenely.

[jeeaark]

[steveseddie]

fantasy ride

written for this month’s @steddiemicrofic prompt “ride, 453 words” | rated: e | cw: none | tags: pre-relationship, anal sex, riding, bottom steve, wet dreams

***

Steve finds Eddie in the drama room after Hellfire, sitting sprawled on his throne, one leg thrown over the arm as he leafs through his notebook.

When the door clicks behind him, Eddie’s eyes snap up. “Stevie!” He beams. “Thought Wheeler was driving the kids home today.”

“She is,” Steve says, rounding the long table to stand in front of Eddie.

He quirks an eyebrow. “If you’re not here to give them a ride, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Steve’s hands grip the arms of the throne, hovering over Eddie. “I thought you could give me a ride.”

“Uh, something happened to your car?”

Steve hums. “Not that kind of ride, Eds.”

“Then what– hmph.” Eddie makes a strangled noise when Steve climbs on his lap, straddling him.

“Tell me, have you ever thought about someone riding you on this throne?”

Eddie sputters, going bright red. So that’s a yes.

“Have you thought about me doing it?” Another choked sound. Steve smirks. “Because I have.”

“Fuck, Steve.”

He grins. “Exactly.”

With that, Steve kisses him hungrily. Eddie kisses back, gripping Steve’s waist while he grabs onto the throne, grinding down on Eddie.

“Stevie, I don’t have–”

“I do.” Climbing off Eddie’s lap, Steve grabs a condom and lube from his jacket, tossing them at Eddie. “Used that to open myself up earlier but there’s some left.”

Eddie stares at the lube, dumfounded.

“Need help with that?”

He shakes his head. “Steve, if you touch me, I’ll blow. I’m not even kidding.”

Laughing, Steve undresses while Eddie undoes his pants. He rolls the condom on, slicking himself up.

Steve straddles him again, lining them up. Moaning, he lowers himself on Eddie’s dick. His nails dig into Steve’s waist, curses falling from his lips.

After adjusting, Steve lifts his hips and sinks back down, building a rhythm that makes his eyes roll back.

He’s not gonna last.

Neither is Eddie. “Oh, Steve, Steve–”

“Steve!”

Steve jerks awake when a different voice shouts his name. He’s hard and close to making a mess from grinding against his bed– and dreaming about Eddie.

“Steve!” The voice shouts again. It’s Dustin’s and it’s coming from the walkie under his bed.

He reaches for it. “What?”

“You’re supposed to pick us up from Hellfire!”

“Now?”

“No, next week,” Dustin snarks. “Yes, now!”

“Jesus, dude, chill.”

A different voice comes through, making Steve’s stomach flip. “Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie greets. Steve pictures him sprawled on his throne and gulps. “Can I get a ride too?”

“Uh, yes, yeah, I’ll ride you–” Steve’s stomach drops. “DRIVE YOU. I’LL DRIVE YOU!” Jesus, can he die? “Be there soon! Bye!”

And he will, after taking the quickest, coldest shower of his life.

[homelanderbutbig]

A collection of Homelander GIFs where he does that rapid blinking thing whenever he gets confused or flustered. Genuinely one of my favourite little eccentricities of his, I wonder if he's even aware that he does it. >w>

[roguekaiju]

Thomas is crazy for still thinking about tremblay's simony with aldo's bellussy just a piece of fabric out of sight jesus

[softandslow]

save me bbno$ cosplaying jayvik... sAVE ME,,

[mischievous-thunder]

When the sweet little Honey Badger starts flirting shamelessly:

[rjshope]

twenty days until Namjoon's return

d-6: he's so fine

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