#Also i originally did not see that the skin was supposed to have a tie so I kept it like that

[catzgam3rz]

Made it to the Roier & Cellbit wedding in the VOD Watch :D

Phil outfit doodle cast upon thee

[reiderwriter]

Wished Away Entire Lifetimes

Chapter 6 of I Can't Help Myself

Summary: Living with Spencer - even if it is because some psycho is trying to murder you - means learning more about him. You just hope that the reverse isn't also true as you keep your cards as close to your chest as possible.

Warnings: No smut, suggestive content, both reader and Spencer are horny as fuck the entire time, spoilers for Marley and Me, mention of a pet death in the aforementioned movie.

A/N: At this point, I have to admit to the audience that the plot has somewhat changed from my original intention, but I still have a solid goal in mind, so WHO CARES!!! Domestic Spencer! Dom can mean more than one thing, Amen.

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Spencer's apartment was exactly as you remembered it, but this time around, it felt different. 

You quietly walked in and sat down on the sofa, trying not to be so obvious in your glances towards the bookshelf, trying to see if your message was still intact. 

“The kitchen's just through here, my bedroom, study,” he said pointing to each doorway, introducing you to a place you already had ingrained in your mind as the site of your biggest surprise. 

You nodded along awkwardly and shifted the bag of spare clothes and toiletries you'd picked up from your apartment on the way there between your hands. 

The shelves were still in order and, based on the updated collection of dust sprinkled about the place, hadn't even been perused in a while. You pouted a little, thinking about how you'd have to reluctantly forgive him for not messaging you. If he hadn't seen the message, then you supposed he was telling the truth about being busy. 

More of you wanted to wallow in your pettiness, to wait until he noticed himself that you were expecting. You did wonder how long it would take him. He was observant. You'd admitted that to himself when he'd first started mentioning case details and inferences months before in the office, but it seemed like people weren't hit forte. 

You were sure he could statistically tell you how big your baby was given the amount of weeks pregnant you were (the size of a plum, according to a Google search the night before) but you didn't think he'd be able to notice that you specifically were carrying said baby. 

It was, though, only a matter of time. 

“Y/N? Did you hear me?” He asked, staring at you with his brow furrowed, his tie slightly looser than it had been a few moments earlier. 

Now you were the thoughtless one. Your gaze raked down from his face to the loosened tie, the top buttons undone, the flash of skin at his neck as he swallowed lightly, obviously not as effected by your gaze as you were by his. 

“Yes,” you replied, letting your mind wander off to one of the two couched he'd fucked you on. 

“Y/N, you're not listening,” he said again, slightly irritated now. Somehow  that turned you on more. 

“Yes, I am.”

“What did I say then?” 

“I said I was listening, not that I cared.” 

He closed his eyes in a sigh before stepping closer to you and grabbing your bag in his hand. You quickly snatched it back and pulled it to yourself. 

You hadn't exactly packed much, but in your rush out of the door, hormones or something maternal had grabbed a baby grow and a teddy bear, and you knew the combination would cause questions you didn't have the patience to answer just then. 

“Y/N,” he moaned, signalling how tired he was with your attitude. You wanted to calm down and just apologise, but the part of you that had jumped at the sight of his bare skin was now itching for a physical fight. 

Emphasis, hopefully, on the physical part. 

“I'd rather you didn't go through my things, Spencer,” you said, throwing the bag back over your shoulder. 

“And I'd rather you listened to me instead of glaring at me, but here we are.”

Your eyes narrowed on him as you found yourself pitching forward, head tipping back as his hand caught the top of the strap and slowly pushed it down your arm. 

“There, now, let me show you the bed.” 

“Bed?” 

“You really weren't listening?”

“I tend to drown you out these days, I fear its a trauma response.” 

He scoffed and pressed a hand to the base of your spine, inching you forward as he held your bag for you. 

First, his hand on your arm, and then the one on your back - you really shouldn't have accepted his offer knowing you were going to spend at least a night and likely more frustratedly horny. 

You'd barely survived a day in an office with him, And that was before you'd been intimate. 

Now you had memories, and a reference point, and a goddamn bed. 

“Here. I'll clear a draw so you can unpack. Let me grab you some towels as well, and-” 

“What do you mean?” Your tone was brighter, less challenging now and more open curiosity, as if being mollified by his temporary kindness. The change made you uncomfortable.

He looked back at you with a wide-eyed questioning stare. 

“Hmm?” 

“Clear a draw? You keep clothes in your spare room?” 

He struggled for an answer for a second before meeting your eyes again with an almost apologetic glance. 

“Y/N, I don't have a spare bed. The other room only has a desk. The bed was removed when-” he trailed off, looking almost guilty as he spotted your embarrassed look. 

“Okay, and when were you going to tell me that?” You said, hands on your hips in an attempt at intimidation. His eyes dragging down your body said that it'd had the opposite effect.

“I did,” he said, stepping closer to you again, hands resting on your hips then stroking up your back until he was cradling your back, closing the gap between you until you were chest to chest. 

“You weren't listening, remember?" 

You desperately clung to that indignant annoyance as his gaze slid to your mouth, your hands pinned against his chest. You were painfully aware of the bed just inches behind you, wondering what his reaction would be if you just stripped off and climbed in. 

“I wasn't listening just now, but I sure as hell was listening on campus. Emily has a spare room, let me call her.”

“No,” he pouted, leaning forward to press his lips to your cheek. 

“Spencer!” You gasped at the unexpected move. If you weren't so delicately pressed up against his rising member, you'd accuse him of acting like a spoiled child. 

He did it again, switching to your other cheek. You pouted back at him, glaring at him when he surfaced from each kiss. 

“You know,” you said as he licked at the skin between your neck and your collar bone. “You have a job to do, right?” 

He hummed against your skin, lips rising to the sensitive point just below your earlobe. 

You breathed out a shaky sigh and tried again. 

“You can't just keep me in bed for two weeks,” you said, gripping his shoulders lightly, not sure whether you wanted him off you, or you wanted him buried deeper.

“I can't?”  

His lips rose again to your cheeks, but so his his hands, grabbing a breast in one hand as the other squeezed your ass, pulling you closer. 

“Spencer, some would think you hadn't had sex in months, come on-” 

“Haven't.” 

His hands were more insistent now, pushing up your shirt and finding your sensitive breasts. His wandering hands didn't care about your bra, they didn't care about how sensitive your nipples were because of the hormones, they didn't even care they were being a bit too rough as he pinched your nipples hard and pulled them upwards, a moan shooting from your mouth. 

It was so painful, so fucking delicious that you almost missed his words. You almost laughed at the irony that both your and his first fuck in months had resulted in a pregnancy. A dry spell ended by a shower of orgasms and a conception to boot. How lucky. 

Spencer was too busy for thought. 

“God, Spencer, if you're going to fuck me standing up, at least do it against a wall.”

He reluctantly pulled his hands away and his head, too, just long enough to glare at you. 

“Towels,” you said. “And a clear draw.” 

He nodded and finally removed his hands from you, though you had no doubt he'd be back on you the minute all the tasks for the day were done. 

“And Spencer?” You said, curiosity getting the better of you. 

He turned to look at you, and you let the question out before you could think about it too much. 

“How busy were you that you haven't had time to fuck in months?” 

If it were any other man, you'd have cringed at hearing your own question. But Spencer always answered so earnestly that there could be very little embarrassment with him. Just frustration and confusion. 

“I wasn't busy,” he said, already making his way out of the room, leaving his head peeking around the doorway as he finished his explanation. 

“I was in prison.” 

You spent the next 72 hours trying to wrap your mind around that declaration. Of all things he could've been doing, prison never came to mind. 

A vow of celibacy you'd believe. Just a general lack of game, you'd be a bit more hesitant to believe, considering his general attractiveness. A nasty case of (now cured) Chlamydia leading to almost a year sex free in recovery would be preferable. Or a stint in rehab for sex addiction, perhaps, considering how often his hands had been on you since arriving. 

But prison? 

What the fuck would they put him in prison for? 

While he'd run errands for you that night, you'd tucked yourself into his bed, not even bothering to change into your pajamas. You stripped off a single layer and climbed in, not stopping to let yourself contemplate that answer until the morning. 

Unfortunately, since you'd found yourself snuggled up to a hard cock 8 hours later, you didn't exactly have time to think about it then either, busy grinding against him wantonly. 

By the time his hands were gripping the flesh of your thighs grinding back into you on the edge of sleep, you'd been struck with your usual morning upset, and had sent yourself to the bathroom quietly to empty your stomach. 

He was still abed when you'd finished, and you decided to leave him there to think, and then you'd repeated that twice coming up with no logical conclusion. 

You'd finally given in and thrown in the towel when you realised you had Penelope’s contact details still and decided to ask her yourself. 

It was a relief to know that the man you'd created life with was not actually a murderer but actually wrongfully convicted. Especially since you were supposedly thrown into his arms (this time) by a murderer yourself. 

You did start to feel guilty about treating him like shit when you first met, though. He'd, supposedly, only been back from federal prison for a few weeks when he was thrust into your office, which probably explained his less than friendly nature. 

It didn't excise yours. 

You'd kept our distance enough in those few days to avoid sexual encounters, but you relaxed into his touch a little more after finding out. 

It came as a bigger shock than it should have that you enjoyed Spencer Reid's company. 

Bored out of your mind on house arrest, you'd taken to rooting through his bookshelves, and when he wasn't commenting on your bad habit of touching other peoples books or actually doing his job, he rooted with you. 

“Why do you have a copy of The Collector by John Fowles from a New York public library?” 

“It was from a case.”

“And why didn't you return it.” 

“Touché.” 

You'd rolled your eyes at him  and picked up a battered copy of Crime and Punishment from a lower shelf.

“Writing a book this long should be a crime, and reading it must be a punishment,” you grumbled to yourself as he laughed behind you. 

“I can finish it in three hours,” he said, trying not to brag but failing miserably. 

“You're bluffing.”

“Want to make a bet?” He smiled at you mischievously, and suddenly you saw the boy he must've been. Your heart panged as you wondered if your child would inherit that look. 

“Penelope said I shouldn't gamble with you. Las Vegas, right?” 

“Penelope?” he asked, and you realised your blunder. Technically, you still had yet to be introduced to the one woman tech show that was Ms. Garcia, and you scrambled for an excuse. 

“Emily made me contact her with all my passwords and tech info,” you said, technically not lying. 

“She's real friendly.” That was definitely the truth, and you prayed to god that he bought it. 

You didn't give him a chance yo interrogate further, simply throwing the brick of a Russian classic at him and grabbing a book yourself. 

You climbed onto the couch next to him, resting your head in his lap and began to read your book. 

“Time starts now, Reid. And I will be testing you after.”

“Sure, if you can stay awake,” he said, stroking your hair out of your eyes and leaving you in peace as he began his solo race. 

Spencer didn't let go of your off-hand comment, though. On the contrary, he let it spill over into his work life the next day as he watched Penelope with furtive eyes, wondering what the two of you could be hiding. 

He knew you were hiding something. You'd had the same look about you at the bookshelves as you did when you first insisted you weren't attracted to him. A mildly annoyed face and an unconscious bite of the lip, a glance to the right, and all of a sudden, he was dying to know what you were hiding.

“So far there's been little activity in the hunting grounds due to the vigilance of the girls on campus, but there have been a spike in reported stalking, and Penelope, how do you know Y/N?” 

He fought to get the words out, mollifying himself with the consolation that at least he got all the important information out first in the middle of the meeting. 

“Oh ho,” chortled Luke from the side, looking on amusedly as Penelope glanced about for help or a way out. 

“I don't know Y/N, I've never met Y/N. Why would you think I know Y/N? Who is Y/N?” 

“Slightly overkill, Penelope,” Emily said, collecting her papers and abandoning the other woman. 

The others followed suit as she gaped and sent pleading looks behind them. 

“Penelope?” Reid said again, and Penelope was annoyed to find his stupidly innocent puppy-dog eyes staring back at her and expecting answers. 

“No, no, no, no, I promised I wouldn't say anything, and I am not breaking a promise. Don't make me break a promise, Spencer, you know that's bad luck.”

She stood and tried to walk briskly out of the room, but he followed her still. 

“Penelope, please. I won't say anything.” 

“Yes, you will. You can't help yourself,” she said, stopping to talk to him for a second before quickly starting again, practically marching to her office. 

“Then tell me where you met, at least? I know it wasn't messages, Penelope, all her communications went through Emily. She's lying to me, and we have to keep her safe.”

They finally reached her office, and Spencer finally pulled out his final card. 

“I just want to keep her safe, Penelope. Just this one girl, just this once.” 

She looked at him with a shocked, heartbroken face, even as she knew he was manipulating her and caved. 

“She came to your apartment. A month ago. I was there picking up a book for you.”

“What was she doing there?” 

Penelope hesitated, trying to avoid the topic of your revelation, telling herself that if she didn't tell him about the baby, she hadn't actually broken her promise. 

“The emails. She found some emails from you in her spam folder.” 

“Right,” he said, blowing out a deep breath in relief. “Right the emails. She mentioned that.” 

Penelope, too, let out a sharp exhale, imagining the worst of it over now he'd stopped asking questions. 

Spencer made his way to the door before turning back and asking one more, though.

“Penelope, why did she ask you to keep this to yourself?” 

Penelope sent him an apologetic look, then zipped her mouth shut and threw away the key. He nodded and took his leave. 

Spencer was sure that there was an explanation for everything, that you'd probably just been embarrassed at turning up at his house and finding out he wasn't there. Maybe you'd even forgotten you'd been. 

But another deeper part of him was angry and unjustifiably so. You'd lied to him, and he felt sick, angry, violent, and like he'd love nothing more than to bend you over his lap and make sure you never did it again.

All of the unjustified anger he'd pent up in prison, the rough way he carried himself in the field now, his less than friendly exterior, it was bleeding into his relationship with you. 

He tried to damp it down, but he couldn't control it, and he was scared even as he opened the door to the apartment and prepared himself for an argument that would probably end in rough, probably progress-ending sex. 

And you had made progress in the last few days. He'd thought at the very least that you'd be a friend, albeit one he would love to kiss and sink deep into. Now he knew that he'd probably ruin all chances of that as he rounded the corner and prepared for a fight. 

He was angry, and, like it or not, he knew he was going to take it out on you. 

It was the sight of you on the couch that completely dissipated every negative emotion that he had. 

Your dress was loose and fell about you in a puddle, though it too was drowned underneath what looked to be every blanket in the house. 

Tara sat off in the corner silently watching you, and he gave her a stiff nod as she departed her protection duty for the day. 

“S-Spencer,” you sniffled, and his heart paced rapidly as he found your face stained with tear tracks, fresh tears still dripping down as well. 

He had just enough time to check you over for injuries before you had flung yourself into his arms and commenced sobbing like an absolute baby. 

“Y/N, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Did something happen?” 

Your breath hitched as you tried to speak, but you couldn't calm down and he walked you back to the couch, sitting down and letting you climb into his lap, straddling him as you once again buried your face in your neck. 

Five minutes later, you'd ceased with the dramatics, but you faced the awkward consequence of having to tell him now that you were crying because of a scene in Marley and Me. 

“It's s-stupid,” you laughed into his neck as you cuddled into him, further muffling your voice against his chest. 

“Just tell me,” he pleaded, stroking your back and hair. You looked up at him in his eyes, and then shook your head and retreated into the comfort of the crook of his neck, hips pushing closer into his as his hands rubbed comforting circles in your back. 

After a few rubs, it was quite obvious that his hands were pushing lower, and his fingers were close to grabbing a handful of your ass. 

“Was it a movie?” He asked. You nodded. 

He looked at the screen and sighed. 

“Marley and Me?” He asked. You nodded again. 

“And the dog-” 

“He died, Spencer. He loved his family so much that he took himself outside so they wouldn't have to watch him die.”

“I know, Y/N, I know.” 

“He was such a good dog,” you said, blubbering again. 

“I know,” he said, gently kissing you. 

“You know, crying during movies is a sign that oxytocin has been triggered by the connections you feel due to vicarious social experience. Your attention is captured and emotions elicited by the movie's story.” 

He kissed you again, and you kept listening to his explanation, suddenly calmed by his gentle explanation. 

“Oxytocin is best known for its role in childbirth and breastfeeding, increasing contractions during labour and stimulating the milk ducts, but it's also released in response to positive physical contact – hugging, kissing, sexual intimacy and even petting animals – as well as through positive social interactions.” 

“Spencer?” You said, looking up at him again. 

“Yes?” 

“As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I do know what oxytocin is. I, too, have a PhD, you know.” 

He smiled shyly as he ran his hands down your legs and back up again, pushing your skirt up to the tops of your thighs before gripping the bare skin he found there. 

“I think I'd much prefer if you just kissed me again,” you said. 

And he did. 

With a tear, you'd lifted the anger that had built up all day, and now he was like putty in your hands, obeying his every command for physical attention. 

He kissed you hard, his tongue tangling with yours as your hips subtly shifted above his, stimulating areas that had been much too eager to be stimulated in the last few days. 

His cock rose slightly, filling with blood as you moaned gently into the kiss. 

He was seconds from pushing you into the couch once again and freeing his abused cock, plundering your depths once again, but gently this time. He had promised himself he'd make the third time a bed at least, but here he was. You had to stop sitting on sofas. 

But with a quick thank you and heavy eyelids, you pulled away and rested your head against his shoulder. 

In his shock and disappointment, it took him rather a long time to realise you'd fallen asleep in his arms. Though his body craved attention for his own, the weight of you on top of him was warm, and satisfying, and when the shock wore off and he'd blinked away any untoward thoughts, he pulled you in closer, sunk down into the couch, and slept with you. 

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[trulybetty]

dec' 07 x joy

Prompt: joy Pairing: frankie x reader (maverick) Word Count: 706 Warnings: mentions of the seventh circle of hell that is corporate year-end events Summary: the year-end Christmas party would be a whole lot more enjoyable with company. Frankie has been deployed, meaning your plans for the night have had to change. AO3: Linked

x. masterlist

The music was loud, the food uninspiring and the speeches had dragged out longer than they needed. There were also not enough drink tickets in your hand to compensate for an evening of your own time spent at this work event. It was the same every year. Everyone shuffled into the same conference center, slapped a name badge on, made small talk, ate bad food and listened to the VP talk about himself on stage all night. You were also certain the black and gold decor predated your on-boarding to the company which was— well, now more years ago than you cared to count. 

The one highlight of the night though had been your time spent getting ready, taking joy in the purchase of a new outfit that glittered against the festive lights that decorated the room. You’d even splashed out for a room at the upmarket hotel next door. Which now felt a little gratuitous given it was just you who was going to be staying in it. 

Originally you’d posed the invitation to Frankie, feeling foolish at the idea of asking him to come with you. It’s not like you were a couple. Despite him coming up to Seattle at that point almost every weekend from McChord. But when he’d said yes to your plus one you’d been overjoyed and the outfit you’d picked out while shopping with Cat weeks ago had him specifically in mind. 

But it wasn’t meant to be. Last week he’d had only the time to send you a quick message, short and to the point:

Being deployed, gone for the next week, sorry - F 

Which meant he was no longer going to be able to attend your work’s end-of-year celebrations. His absence, though understood, left a hollow feeling that had taken you by surprise. You and Frankie weren’t supposed to be a thing - but you were fast finding yourself fighting more often with the feelings you swore you didn’t have.

As you stood there, half-heartedly sipping your drink and scanning the room, you felt a presence behind you. Before you could turn around, a warm breath tickled your ear, and a deep, familiar voice sent shivers down your spine, “Miss me?”

Startled, you spun around to find Frankie standing there, looking unapologetically handsome in a navy suit, one that you had no idea he even owned. Not only that, but the top buttons undone of the crisp white button-up shirt, which you suspected was brand new, showed off a flash of skin. The sight of him took your breath away. He had an apologetic, yet mischievous smile on his face, clearly aware of the surprise he had just given you.

“Frankie! But how? You said you were deployed…” Your voice trailed off as you continued to take him in, still in disbelief that he was there in front of you.

He shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. “Let’s just say we managed to pull a few strings to avoid the formalities of post-deployment,” he dropped a soft kiss to your lips before he gave you an appreciative once over, “Plus I couldn’t miss seeing you in this outfit after hearing so much about it the last week.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound mingling with the background noise of the party. “Well, I’m certainly glad you did. This evening just got a whole lot better.”

Frankie's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and you felt a warmth spread through you. It was amazing how his mere presence could change everything.

“You look amazing, by the way,” he added, his tone sincere as his fingers threaded with yours, giving your hand a tender squeeze. “I mean, you always do, but tonight is something else.”

You felt a heat creep up your cheeks at his compliment. “Thank you. You clean up pretty nicely yourself,” you teased, noting the absence of a tie. “No tie?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Couldn’t find one to borrow on base. This look okay?” he asked, his voice suddenly losing its confidence in concern he might have slipped up on the dress code by not finding a tie.

“More than okay,” you assured him, your heart skipping a beat.

[xinnamonbun]

Got Nostalgic

So I decided to look at some old Inanimate Insanity humanizations I did a couple years back. I'm pretty sure I did these RIGHT when season 3 released. Good times-

(Looks)

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AAAAAAAAÆ-

Below will be humanizations of: Soap, Bow, Paintbrush, Blueberry, Goo, Cabby, Test Tube, Cherries, Taco, Apple, Fan, Lightbulb, Suitcase, Balloon, Lifering, Microphone, Marshmallow, Nickel, and Yin-Yang

⚠️ WARNING OLD ART ⚠️

Off to a great start...the soap hair tie is almost cute...almost. (also I'd like to mention that I only knew like three types of shoes so you're going to be seeing these once or twice)

It's... Okay. This is one of the better ones we're going to see. Why does she have ballerina shoes???

I was really really bad at drawing guys and was much better at drawing girls (not that that was very good either). Paintbrush being an entirely different thing made me nervous that I was going to make them too masculine or too feminine. I remember being SO proud of myself... And like this one isn't terrible... But why are they wearing ice skates- (they're not supposed to be ice skates but that is NOT lined up)

Not terrible. I think that this still gives Blueberry vibes it's mainly the shoes that are bugging me. But other than that it's not BAD.

I remember one of my cousins called him Caillou, I sobbed... I hate that they were right- I MADE HIM BALD

Did not know how to draw a wheelchairs (still don't but I hope I could do better than THIS) THIS DOESN'T LOOK LIKE CABBY. END OF STORY. I also don't want to talk about the dress- it's bad

I guess I don't hate this one. I don't love it either. This one is pretty much just "I could believe that's test tube" BUT THERE'S NO SPICE

I had this headcannon that one of the cherries was trans which is why they never spoke because they were self-conscious of their voice. Not the worst head Cannon but I just can't see it anymore. These outfits also just suck. And the return of the ice skates-

This is season 1 Taco specifically and the idea was upon show to hide the hands while having her fancy spy outfit underneath. With the little that you can see of the spy outfit it sucks. The top doesn't look super bad I guess. I also gave her little fangs that I decided to make gray for some reason so they blended into her skin.

I remember this one was my absolute FAVORITE like I thought this was peak character design. It's not that good but at the very least it's definitely the most okay one here... Except for the fact that APPLE'S KNEES ARE LIKE 5/8 DOWN HER LEG- WHO BROKE YOUR LEG?!? Also are those green jeans? Also return of the ice skates.

RONALD MCDONALD!!! IVE FOUND YOUR COUSIN- in case it wasn't clear (it isn't) this is Fan... Excuse me while I bash my head into the wall- WHAT IS THIS ABOMINATION?!? AND ON TOP OF THAT WE HAVE ANOTHER CASE OF ICE SKATES- I swear if I see one more ice skate I'm going to lose it-

This is...kinda adorable??? The hair doesn't fit though. I still like the socks.

This one isn't THAT bad, it's just...the nose. The idea of her having a backpack to carry stuff is still cute. And-... Are those. Ice. Skates. (Inhale) AAAAAAAAÆ---

Burn it with fire. I didn't even like this one when I first drew it! I always had plans of redrawing it but I never did. In case you need clarification this is Balloon... In my slight justification for why he's wearing... that. I was originally going to give all of the returning season 3 contestants vacation clothes because they thought they were going on a vacation but I didn't really do this with any of the others so it just looks out of place and ugly.

I saw an ad around the time I drew this that showed a child missing their upper lip. I thought that that would be an interesting design choice for Lifering to to represent the hole in his face. I was correct that it's interesting. It being a good design choice before this art style is a different topic- still like the earring I gave him though.

I hate those fingers. They're so small. I hate it. I remember this was my favorite outfit, and now I don't like it that much. But I guess it's not THAT bad. It's still kinda bad.

This is Marshmallow. I needed to lead with that otherwise you wouldn't know who this is. This is straight up isn't marshmallow. That is some random girl that should not be trusted with hair dye.

This one is just...okay. at least compared to the other ones on this list. It's not the worst. It's DEFINITELY not the best. His hair is... Something. Also the return of the ice skates

This one is honestly just funny to me now. Yin just looks done (I feel you buddy) I really played around with a vitiligo (the reason why they have both pale and dark skin; look it up) and I do like the concept I had of this I just don't think I have the skills at the time to properly pull it off.

Wait...is that it? IM FREEEEEEE-

Bonus: (this was made before season 3 and I only found this because it was one of the reference images for my Bow humanization shown above)

You know what I said about Balloon? I take it back. Burn THIS with fire.

Ok NOW I'm free.

(for the record I give you full permission to bash me in the replies, in fact I encourage it. I'm planning on making redo's of these humanizations with my (hopefully better) art skills. So pointing out things that you didn't like in the previous designs or things that you think would be nice to add are greatly appreciated feedback)

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS VERSUS SONG Bloody Night Vol.Ⅳ Mini Drama “Reiji VS Kanato”

Original title: 録り下ろしミニドラマ「レイジＶＳカナト」

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS SONG Bloody Night Vol. IV Mini Drama

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi & Kaji Yuki

Translator’s note: Reiji and Kanato are a...fascinating combination to say for sure. They were paired for the very first VERSUS CDs as well though, so it isn’t exactly new either. I remember back then it revealed how Reiji could be much more intense than his initial calm demeanor leads to believe, but after HDB, they decided to kind of get rid of this ‘wild’ side of him for some reason. Although in this case, it might be for the best because Kanato already brings more than enough chaos to the table. 

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: …Going to bed already?

You seem startled.

Kanato: Fufu~ What’s the matter? …I was so nice to come all the way to your room. So shouldn’t you be a little happier? ーー That being said, I feel as if your scent is stronger than usual. …Hey. Did somebody suck your blood?

You shake your head.

Kanato: Hmー I see…But I can’t trust your words. So how about we do this…?

*RIIIIIP*

Kanato: Come on, show me your arm.

You hesitate.

Kanato: Hurry up, please. Come on…!

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Fufufu…I’m going to tie you up nice and tight with the sheets like this. Aren’t you glad? Besides…

*Rustle*

Kanato: If I tie your other arm to mine, you won’t be able to leave my side anymore. I’ll get to hog your blood all to myself.

You wriggle around.

Kanato: No point in trying to run. You are far too weak to untie yourself. I made sure to make a tight knot. Well then, I suppose I shall indulge in your blood right away. Haah…I’m terribly parched, you see.

*Thud*

Kanato: You’re happy, aren’t you? You get to savor my fangs after all. I’ll mark you all over. …Now where to start? From the neck, per usual? Or perhaps I should go for the shoulder or your lower back instead? …But I suppose I’ll start off with the neck after all. Fufufu…Such beautiful, fair skin…Looks scrumptious.

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Don’t move, please. How am I supposed to suck your blood like this!? You truly are a natural at ruining my mood, aren’t you? Are you perhaps doing it on purpose?

You shake your head.

Kanato: If not, then why? Ah, I get it. You cannot help but react out of sheer job, can you? However, I can’t suck your blood very well like that. Fufu…Fufufu…I just had a genius idea! I can simply tie down your ankles as well!

*RIIIIIP*

Kanato: By fixing them to the bed like this…Heh. Now you can thrash about all you want and it won’t be an issue. …Hm? You’ve got tears pooling in the corners of your eyes? Have you grown scared of me, perhaps? Please rest assured. I won’t do anything else as long as you don’t attempt to run.

Of course, I won’t deny that it seems very fascinating to witness you scream in pain as your skin turns deep crimson.

You wriggle around.

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Fufu…Are you sure you should be doing this? If you keep at it, I might just do something truly horrible to you. Or do you enjoy the pain, perhaps?

You stop moving.

Kanato: Hm. Seems like you finally understood. I wonder how many times I need to repeat myself until it gets through to you?

Kanato bites you.

Kanato: Mmh…Nn…

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Kanato: …Ah. Just as I thought, your blood is truly first-rate.

*Sluuuuurp*

Kanato: Hah…

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

Kanato: Haah…I’ll suck you till you almost reach your limit, okay?

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

Kanato: …Mm~ You can’t help but wriggle around from the pleasure? You truly are a hopeless girl, aren’t you? I’ll give you even more. Fufu…You must be so happy to get rewarded by me, huh?

*Sluuuuurp*

Kanato: Nn…

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

Kanato: Mmh…

*Gulp*

Kanato: …Ah~ It’s so sweet, I can’t stop. Now where to suck from next? I’d like it to hurt as much as possible, but the blood also needs to be tasty. …In that case, I believe this spot might be ideal.

Your eyes widen in horror.

Kanato: Fufu…Fufufu…Look at how swollen and bright red your skin is over here, I’m sure there’s lots of blood gathered underneath. I mean, the fabric of the sheets has been rubbing across it with each and every one of your movements.

*Rustle*

Kanato: The way your heart is beating loudly sounds as if it’s begging me to hurry up and bite down…Aah~ I doubt I’ll be able to hold back. When I imagine the sweetness of your blood flowing underneath this skin, I can barely contain myself. Haah…

He bites you again.

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Kanato: …Hah! It’s much richer than before…!

*Gulp gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: …Hah. …Haah? Oh shut up, will you? All you need to do is continue to offer me your blood until I’m satisfied. I want much, much more! I haven’t had enough at all. Now then, more…

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Kanato: Hah…

*Sluuuuurp*

*TIMESKIP*

*Dingーdongー Dingー dongー*

Kanato: Zz…Zz…

Reiji: Kanato. Wake up.

You wake up.

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: Oh dear. You woke up instead. Kanato is…

Kanato: Zz…

Reiji: …still sound asleep, it seems.

You ask Reiji what has brought him here.

Reiji: Why I came here, you ask? Because I was looking for Kanato. Apparently he broke some school equipment and did not inform anyone about it. I was asked by one of the teachers to give him a warning in their place.

Since I could not find him in his own room nor the living room, I thought that perhaps he had gone on one of his rare trips outside, but then I picked up on the scent of your blood coming from here.

…Kanato sucked your blood throughout the whole night, did he not? How do you explain that?

You shake your head.

Reiji: Denying it now? Fufu…Seems like you underestimate me quite a bit. No point in trying to make up excuses. Did you truly think I would not notice the scent of your blood filling this entire room?

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: You are tied to the bed on top of that…Good grief. Kanato has some deplorable tastes. Keep still, understood?

You thank him.

Reiji: …Hah. I did not untie you to do you a favor. I have been feeling uncomfortable ever since I entered this room. To think that I have warned you so many times about not letting anyone but me suck your blood…

*Rustle*

Reiji: These various bite marks left behind on your neck…They were all left behind by Kanato, were they not? Good grief…What a mess. Nothing but filthy marks of someone who indulged in blood out of sheer gluttony.

It would seem that you need to be punished severely. For seducing Kanato for your own pleasure, getting him as far as to suck your blood. You should be taught a lesson…by my fangs.

*Rustle*

Reiji: However…Sucking from the same spot he did would go against my personal policy.

*Rustle*

Reiji: I shall give your back a taste of my punishment instead. This part of you has been left unmarked after all.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Please keep silent. I cannot guarantee the situation taking a turn for the worst if Kanato were to wake up.

Reiji bites you.

*Gulp*

Reiji: Mm…

*Gulp*

Reiji: …Hah…

*Gulp*

Reiji: Hah…Are you sure? The more you wriggle around, the higher the chances that Kanato will wake up. …Or are you doing this on purpose, because you want to show off to him? I will not criticize you for having such preferences, but I have to say, it is something unexpected.

You whimper.

Reiji: This was meant to be a punishment but…Good grief. You truly are hopeless. …However, I suppose it does not feel bad. I shall make sure you get a thorough feeling of my fangs.

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Nn…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: …I believe I told you to keep quiet? Will you not listen to me?

You protest.

Reiji: Then bite down on some fabric. …Come on, look this way.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Hmph. How laughable. However, I can properly punish you now. I am still nowhere near done. We shall keep going until you realize who exactly you belong to. …However, the sight of someone else’s marks carved into your skin is truly upsetting. I suppose I have no other choice. …Excuse me for a second.

*Rustle*

Reiji: I shall suck from your shoulder. I should be able to let you experience a sharp pain that way.

You tense up.

Reiji: Are you frightened? However, I have to do this, otherwise you will never truly understand who you belong to, no?

*Rustle*

Reiji: I am sure Kanato will be surprised as well. I doubt he could have ever imagined I would be here sucking your blood while he’s sleeping right next to us. Well then…I shall thrust my fangs…even deeper this time.

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Mm…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: …Hah. Accept the pain. And by doing so, fill your mind with nothing but thoughts of me. Hahn…Mm…

*Rustle*

Reiji: A fine reaction. Well then, lose yourself in me even more…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Mm…Nn…

*Rustle*

Kanato: What on earth are you two doing…!?

Reiji: Oh dear, so you have awoken. I am sucking her blood, as you can tell.

Kanato: I can see…! What I’m asking why you’re here getting ahead of me when I was looking forward to indulging in her blood first thing in the morning…!?

Reiji: Hah. That is simply how you feel about it, no? It has absolutely nothing to do with me.

Kanato: Don’t be ridiculous!! I am the only one who gets to do with her as I please! You’re in the way!

*Rustle*

Kanato: Hey, you feel the same way, don’t you? You think my fangs are a million times better than his, don’t you? Ah…You can’t speak because you’ve got a cloth in your mouth, come you? Let me remove it for you then.

*Rustle*

Kanato: Come on, hurry up and tell him. That I’m number one…and that he’s getting in our way!

You remain quiet.

Kanato: Hm…What’s wrong? Hey, why can’t you say it?

Reiji: Kanato…That is because she does not wish to have her blood sucked by you, don’t you think? She feels satisfied after I bit her. In other words, you are unnecessary.

Kanato: Haah…? What are you saying? That makes zero sense! She felt better than ever before when I sucked her blood!

Reiji: That applies for when I fed off her. I had no other choice but to have her bite down on fabric just to keep her quiet after all.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Isn’t that right? You want me…to suck your blood. Just like this…

*Gulp*

Reiji: Mm…

*Gulp gulp*

Kanato: …!! Reiji…!! What are you doing!?

Reiji: See? Your body is heating up already. Just as I thought, you simply cannot escape my fangs. That’s what this means, no? Ignore the onlookers. All you need to do is be there for me.

Kanato: Kuh…You won’t get away with this…UNFORGIVABLE!!

*Rustle*

Kanato: I am the only one who gets to have their way with you!

Kanato bites you as well.

*Gulp*

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Fufu…Fufufu…Such a loud scream. Guess I am the best after all. I’ll give you more and more…! I’ll make an exception today and grant all of your desires! Under normal circumstances, I’d be pressuring you for letting Reiji do with you as he pleases. …Say, where has he not bit you yet? Show me. I’ll leave plenty of my marks on you…So, okay?

*Rustle*

Reiji: Good grief…I wish you would not get distracted by other things. What you should be focusing on instead…are my fangs.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Anyone can tame you with pain…Kanato can, as well as myself, and the others too. ーー However, I am the only one capable of making you experience pleasure at the same time. The way I suck your blood…will make you my captive…Nn…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Yes…Lose yourself in my fangs…just like that. I shall give you them plenty more.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Well then, once more…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Mmh…Nn…

*Gulp*

Kanato: K-Kuh…!! H-How could you…I won’t forgive you!! Both of you are making a fool out of me!! …I can suck her blood however I want…! …Hey! I’m the only one you need, right?

*Sluuuurp*

Kanato: Nn…

*Sluuuurp*

Reiji: Heh. Seems like she isn’t enjoying that very much. I believe that sucking one’s blood thinking only of your own pleasure won’t be well received by the other party.

…Now then, accept only my fangs. You are mine after all. Nnh…Mmh…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Nn…

Kanato: …She belongs to me.

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

Kanato: Look, she’s twitching. I’ll suck you even harder, okay?

*Sluuuurp*

Kanato: Hahn…

*Sluuuurp*

Reiji: You truly are a slave to your own desires…reacting to both of us like that. I suppose it cannot be helped. I believe I shall have to teach you just how great my fangs are all over again.

*Gulp*

Kanato: …Hah. You say the strangest things. Just by looking at her, it should be obvious that I have won this show-off. However…It might be nice to see Reiji devastated by his defeat. Come on, show him how you lose yourself in me even more…Nn…

*Sluuuurp*

Kanato: Mmh…

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Reiji: I do not see why I would have to pay any mind to this nonsense, but I shall stay here with you until you fully understand. After all…I have plenty of time on my hands.

Well then, drop all the way down…to the dark depths of Hell. Hahn…

*Gulp*

Reiji: Mm…Nn…

*Gulp gulp*

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: Nnh…

*Rustle rustle*

ーー THE END ー ー

[rdiowx]

Ray or Jet Star smut? he just looks very tall and strong and like he could overpower me in a second (maybe amab reader if you feel comfortable with that?)

EEEEEE I LOVW RAY TORO also ofc i love writing amab readers

I feel like i shouldve went with jetstar for this one, maybe couldve had more plot. Also he wasn’t Originally supposed to be cocky but that was my bad

COCKY RAY TORO

Ray toro x amab!nb reader

Smut,he’s overpowering u but at least he’s hot, amab reader, this wouldve been done last night if i didnt get distracted, its short too, in all seriousness ray toro is like 6’1, i wrote this while listening to 5th period massacre by leathermouth, ray is lowkey kinda mean actually, porn without plot, unprotected sex, reader doesn’t talk much, dont ask me why it took two days to write this bullshit.

You wanted to be in control this time, And Ray pretended to let you for a little bit…until he got bored and overpowered you. “C’mon you didn’t think id actually let you be in control did you?” Ray teased from above you. You only whined in response before pouting. “Dont look at me like that, you look like a kicked puppy.” He frowned in a condescending manner. Ray undressed you, quite gently considering his tone of voice. After undressing both you and himself he made sure to force you into position.

“Comfy?” Ray questioned from above you, receiving a nod in response. Ray reached over to grab the lube on the nightstand before lubing up his middle and ring finger to stretch you. You jolted from the cold and let out a whine which Ray only shushed and pushed his fingers deeper. “Feel good?” Ray asked looking up to see your reaction. “Mhm..” you groaned as Ray angled his fingers just right.

Ray continued to slide his fingers in and out of you, occasionally scissoring them before adding a third finger. Ray being skilled with his fingers was an understatement, he was an actual god. You almost came just from his fingers, Ray didnt even have to touch your cock to get you to cum and he knew that. He had the power to turn you into a sweaty mumbling mess if he felt like it. He finally pulled his fingers out of you after getting you oh so close. You whined in protest, clearly unhappy with the loss of tension in your lower stomach.

“Shh, you want my cock don’t you?” Ray teased, letting your orgasm fade completely before lubing himself up to avoid discomfort. Ray lined himself up with you before slowly sinking in, clearly teasing you after a while. “Ray, if you dont stop teasing im going to- Oh fuck!” You were cut off by Ray thrusting entirely into you catching you off guard. “You’re going to what? What are you going to do?” Ray mocked, pressing a short kiss to your skin.

You couldn’t answer properly, only able to let out strangled moans or high pitched whines. “Thats what i thought.” He smirked, setting a steady pace. “F-fuck you.” You finally stuttered out. “I am.” Ray replied cockily, shit eating grin present on his face. Ray grunts as he thrusts particularly rough that time, you let out a strangled noise that you weren’t even sure was human. Even if you had the power to flip ray over you werent sure you would’ve, he was making you feel too good and he was well aware.

“M’gonna cum soon Ray!” You almost yelled, tightening your grip against the now wrinkles sheets below you. With that Ray lifted one of his hands to stroke your cock, slightly slower than the pace of his cock going in and out of you. You were squirming at this point, not able to handle the pleasure of both his cock and his hand. Not even a few seconds later you released all over his hand and both of yours and Rays stomachs. “Holy shit-!” Ray groaned throwing his head back before releasing inside of you.

You whined in annoyance as you felt his cum drip out of you. “Im going to be in control next time even if i have to tie you down, and thats a promise.” You giggled leaning up to kiss him. “Ill take your word for that.” Ray replied, still panting heavily. You went to get up only to be stopped by Ray “where are you going?” Ray asked looking towards you. “We’re gonna take a shower we’re both covered in sweat and cum Ray.” You answered looking back at him. “You dont wanna have a cumfilled cuddle with me?” Ray pouted still laying down but eventually getting up seeing as you werent very fond of the idea.

[jolikmc]

Hi. I run the DSP Minecraft Mirror account on YouTube. I noticed during the 2015 DSP Minecraft multiplayer session you were one of the players. I'm wondering if you were the person who created the custom MC skin that DSP used?

Wait, what? There's a dedicated Darksyde Phil Plays Minecraft channel on YouTube, now, with all of Phil's jolly jaunts into the blocky world of Minecraft and related content on it? Whoa. I didn't even know he'd played it since that one time. Might have to check that out; it seems like a great way to spend some free time! (I wasn't asked or paid to say any of that. Trust meee. (; )

So, let me see if I understand the situation correctly.

You saw a random message at the end of a Darksyde Phil multiplayer Minecraft session from 2015 by someone claiming to have designed his skin.

You looked up the user who said that message on some Minecraft username lookup site and found that they had changed their name.

You searched for their current username and found my blog then, lastly, you sent me a question about the aforementioned stream and the one-off statement that was made.

… you, my friend, are a pretty dedicated sleuth. (;

Yeah, I'm the one who made that "KoH" Darksyde Phil Minecraft skin, back in 2015. I forget the context of why, but I either volunteered because I heard he was playing Minecraft, or the folks who ran the server put out a request and I answered. Ah, what fun~

Rewatching the video, I notice that he mentioned that he was sent "a bunch more skins" for potential future streams. Since you went to the trouble to find me, I'll show you what he was talking about.

I made, like, eight other variants of that one skin which includes some plain-colored shirts, a tie-dye shirt, the three shown above (a Nuka-Cola™ shirt, his face on a shirt, and the "HATE" design from his store). I also made crowned variants of all of them, just for a laugh. (Homage to / playful satire of his "King of Hate" title). Basically, I wanted Phil to have his pick instead of just making him wear one random design. He went with the "King of Hate" one, that session – probably because it was the most straightforward design.

I'm really happy that he liked what I did. That was pretty cool he took a minute to talk about the custom skins on stream! I'm also glad he didn't name me by name – I didn't make those for "glory" or anything. I was just a fan, at the time. I even made a point of not crowding him or stalking him, all of that stream. We kept bumping into each other, though, because we were both wandering aimlessly. I think he got a chuckle out of my character's "DSP face" shirt at the start, though, even though he "didn't know what my skin was supposed to be". (It's no one, in particular; just an original character of mine.)

You know, I'm disappointed in my past self and wish I hadn't made that comment at the end of the stream. I just couldn't stop myself. But, hey. It led you to search for me, and here we are! That was me. I made the 2015 skin. I have been uncovered and the truth is now known! And now that you have this information, what ever will you do with it? Use it for good? Use it for chaos? The choice is up to you~ (That goes for anyone else who reads this ask, too. (; )

Thank you for your question! I hope you have a wonderful day!

(… my first recorded message on that session was "Is someone throwing snowballs at me? *laughs*" Geez, ha hah~)

[crunchkind]

I’m pretty sure this scene wasn’t hinting at anything or mean anything but both alibaba and Sinbad died by the end of the mangas the mark or curse that was placed on them did what it was supposed to do in fact it’s both a sun and a moon kind of showing both of them the thing that changed is the mark so maybe the fathers curse wasn’t the black marking it was just the blood that went onto there skin but when they got rid of it it postponed it

Also if you look closely there’s hints of hakryuu in the panel when on the sun side there’s plants while the dark side or the moon side is just black kind of like how Sinbad was hollow by the end just a used body and alibaba was killed by plants a thing that had been tied to hakaryuu ever sense be captured the dungeon oh yea and let’s not mention that this is the scene we’re hakaryuus hand comes off and turns into the guy I can’t remember his name but there’s still a tie to those there just small little hints about alibabas and Sinbad death more to alibabas if anything

ALSO I’m lead to assume that the death curse has crows on the moon wich mean “transformation and change” when put into the meaning behind and this also REFERENCES Sinbad being that before this jafar and Sinbad discussed that change is inevitable

And you can see how the toll of taking the power Sinbad wanted so badly is changing and “transforming” him into something he doesn’t wanna be he didn’t want this THAGS why he’s so bothered so tired he knows what he’s doing and he can’t stop he on a power trip that nobody can stop unless he dies it’s his death curse damien is his death curse he states later that he already had a curse on him and that there was no point in cursing him if he was already cursed he was already cursed with death by the father he was upset that the curse had more of a toll then he could handle also the fact that Sinbad already died only brought back from another curse he’s kind of like a soul walking in his body but his body isn’t living

Also a thing to note that the day comes first before the night is when people look at it so it would make sense for alibaba to die first not Sinbad because night comes after day it also makes sense why aliabab came back and Sinbad could come back yea but as a soul as rukh and that was because he was always a soul pretty much but without his armpit protecting him alibaba however only cursed once was able to have control over his body as much as his mind and I feel like this happened with Sinbad the first time but the second it just didn’t work wich is why I think Sinbad is tripping or having these scenes of withdrawals of hatred towards himself because he can’t get what he wants he just keeps collecting power that he puts over as a good intention but in reality it’s no we’re near that it’s just collecting power for himself being greedy he’s become sly

The thing he never wanted to be almost like a power is controlling him and this is also the reason alibaba take it as less of a toll because alibaba already had corrupted rukh unlike Sinbad who could use a lot and I mean a lot of rukh alibaba on the other hand had a whole other thing going on because he not only has a limited supply but he’s induced or infused with kassim who was originally black rukh and black rukh plus white equals gold alibabas rukh or power force is gold in penetrable and you can say serendine did the same thing for Sinbad but it was different for Serendine and Sinbad they were connected threw the fact they had the same motives alibaba and kassim were infused because they are one in another together forever kind of thing

Sinbad showed no liking for Serendine only understanding sure she may be in sinbads body or some part but they were forced to be infused by yamarai it wasn’t there own will there rukh was actually fighting and so was damiens it’s unsure who’s rukh it was but sinbad wasn’t supposed to have black rukh he was only supposed to have one but a PEROSN who lent him there power was stuck in there body wich Had to be infused HAD to be or he would have died

This can also be used as the fact that Sinbad was never royalty we can see no matter what with djin users that they are royalty but Sinbad didn’t have that he was stranded so he forced himself up he forced the two rukhs to come together and not by themselves like alibaba and kassim who actually the roles were switched because kassim is not royalty but alibaba is so switching the roles WOULDNT matter no it does because Sinbad isn’t royal blood he lives on with blood he has no kingdom to run he is what you call climbing up to the highest ranks because he wanted to that is Sinbad THAts why he wants so much power he wants to feel the blood of a king that so many others feel

Alibaba however DOESNT have to try because she’s royalty and the person he infused with cares about him they are one and he knows that that’s why it’s so sunny for him easy for him to come back to life

BECAUSE HE IS ROYALTY AND SINBAD ISNT SINBAD USED OTHERS ALIBABA HELPED AND ITS EVEN STATED THAT ALIBABA is and will always be someone who meets helps and goes with people he doesn’t Barge threw he doesn’t try to be king it’s given to him and Sinbad wants it so bad so bad he will kill himself for it without looking back he can’t appreciate what he’s made because his mind it LIGIT playing tricks on him he’s mentally ill

Alibaba however still isn’t king he rejects it because he knows what it does to people that’s why he doesn’t claw he’s Sinbad if Sinbad wasn’t so fixated on being king on being like Serendine on getting that chance alibaba knows well what it does and rejects the idea we’ve known this sense day one he took down his king line to let the people choose he wants people to choose not just him he’s never wanted to be king he’s wanted to lead people who lead him as well THATS what separates Sinbad death curse and alibabas

Also did you know that sindrias birdight be a Pheonix a thing of freedom and yet people constantly call it corwded and suffocating as if it’s not really free as long as the king Sinbad goes down the tunnel of despair sense he met barbatos

DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON BARBATOES

You can see that some of it is kind of like sinabd but also the fact that barbatoes was a lesser key to Sinbad future it’s almost like Sinbad became what barbatoes kind of was mentally I guess but in a way that shows he apart of the bloodline the sick bloodline that he clawed into just to get the status of king that alibaba rejects entirely because he says “he’s just not as cool as the rest of you” when Sinbad was saying “I’m better than all of you”

Alibaba became something he never expected wile Sinbad became exactly what he wanted

OK IM DONE I LOVE MAKING RANDOM CORRELATION

[alifeasvivid]

Merch, us/2p!us veggie burgers streamer au

I started this ages ago and I can't even find the post that it was inspired by but oh well >.> here you go, @modernday-jay P: I hope you like it

Rating: Explicit Warnings: None. Smut and Feels. My specialty Summary: Alfred's making it big on youtube and twitch, but he's probably overworking himself, so Allen convinces him to take a break by reminding him of where he started out... kind of. [this takes place before Alfred really hits it big, so he lives in a really swanky apartment instead of the house he eventually buys. Allen lives there too. They're together but there has been no L-Word yet] Word count: ~1900

“Hey, sweetheart,” Allen croons, leaning against the door jam in a sultry pose.

Alfred hardly glances at his boyfriend before refocusing his attention on his monitor. “Hey babe, what’s up? Can it wait? I’ve really gotta finish editing this video.” Of course, he wants to give Allen his full attention, but he has a schedule to keep and his editor had to bail for family stuff. Alfred is just on the edge of reaching the top twenty streamers on twitch and he’s so close to two million subscribers on youtube, which will mean he can hire another editor soon, but to get there, he has a lot of work to do.

Allen saunters over, just out of Alfred’s line of sight. His poor honey has been working too hard and knowing him, he's just nitpicking the video down to the smallest minutiae which is why Allen had suggested getting an editor in the first place. Alfred is on the cusp of becoming one of the most popular youtube gamers--he’s already very well known, but he needs to take a break. “When is that video supposed to go live?” he asks, leaning on Alfred in a sultry pose.

Alfred groans, “In a couple days, but I’m not as good at editing as Matt is.” Matt, the Canadian who is a freaking god-send, but who had to take the week off. He finally swivels his chair to look at Allen and whatever he was about to say dies on his lips when he finally sees what Allen is wearing. Reflexively, he reaches for Allen’s hips to pull him closer, his mouth sort of hung open because his brain short-circuited.

Allen smirks as he runs his fingers through Alfred’s hair. He knew this would work. He had found the shirt, the first merch Alfred had ever sold, back when he had only about twenty thousand subscribers, with his roughly rendered original logo over the obnoxious pink/yellow/green tie-dye. Back then, he was just one of Alfred’s anonymous trolls, not knowing Alfred was one of his top subscribers on onlyfans. It makes him laugh every time he thinks about it. Of course, he’s also wearing the "women’s” short shorts with Alfred’s newer logo emblazoned on the butt.

“Where did you get that?” Alfred asks, and still seated in his chair, he presses his face into Allen’s stomach, remembering the slightly scratchy cheap cotton he’d got at a bargain price from some shady drop shipper, but he also remembers being so proud of it, so happy that people wanted merch from him at all. That had been the moment he thought he could really do youtube as a career. “You find it in some sad thrift store bin or something?”

Allen gently swats his head and then massages his fingers on Alfred’s scalp, sighing happily when Alfred nuzzles him. It makes the cheap cotton worth it--although it is quite worn-in from all of the washings over the years. “No, dummy, I bought it from you. God, they were so awful. As one of your best trolls, I knew I had to have one. Like blackmail or something. And what do you know? Here I am using it to seduce you.”

Alfred laughs, lifting up the hem of the shirt and pressing kisses over Allen’s navel. “Does it work if you just say it out loud like that?”

Allen purrs as Alfred’s hands and lips lavish attention on his skin and those shorts are suddenly about five times tighter. “I dunno, honey, you tell me.” He’s rewarded with a low growl from Alfred’s throat that resonates through his whole body. He glances back at the couch Alfred films his collabs on. Alfred has another couch in the actual living room of the spacious apartment and of the two couches, only one is okayed for fucking… and it definitely isn’t this one.

Alfred stands up, not letting go of Allen’s hips and pushes him backward toward the couch, not caring at all about what they knock over in the process and Alfred tosses his stupidly hot boyfriend onto it, flat on his back. He ditches his sweat pants and t-shirt and flushes hot at the sight of Allen lying there, all mussed with that shirt on. Just the fact that Allen had bought one of those damn shirts is… unreal in the most awesome way, but actually seeing him wear it makes Alfred forget that anything else in the world even exists.

Allen yelps when Alfred pulls his shorts off and climbs on top of him. He goes to remove the shirt, but Alfred stops him.

“Leave it on. Please,” he says, loosely wrapping his hand around Allen’s cock and stroking it quickly, but softly. “You’re the only person who’s ever looked good in it.”

Well, how could Allen say no to that? He whines and arches his hips up. “You like seeing me in it that much, huh? You think you own me or something?”

Alfred spreads Allen’s legs further and grinds down on his naked cock, his own being still covered by his boxers. “Yeah, I think I do.”

Not in the mood to simply lie back and take it (yet), Allen pushes himself up and frees Alfred’s amazing cock from its cloth prison. Alfred should never be allowed to wear anything to cover it… at least, not at home, Allen thinks possessively. “Only cuz you have this glorious thing,” he teases. “Fuck it’s like I always forget how big it is.”

Alfred blushes bright pink and doesn’t protest as Allen repositions them until he is the one on top. He moans, long and loud, when Allen leans down and draws the head into his mouth. “Ahhh, fuck, babe.”

Allen releases him with an exaggerated pop. “You need a break, Al, just let me do the work.” Without waiting for a response, he holds Alfred’s dick up, licking along the underside and sucking on Alfred’s balls. He then licks all the way up the shaft and swallows about four inches.

Alfred threads his fingers in Allen’s soft, brown hair and tries not to push him down or thrust his hips. All of his brain shoots straight to his cock and Allen is sucking it right out of him. “So good, shit, so good, baby.”

Allen works steadily downward. He’s taken all of Alfred in his mouth before--ten amazing inches, one of his proudest achievements--but he has to work up to it. He relaxes his throat, coaxing Alfred into it, slowly but surely. He loves Alfred for staying so still and eventually his nose is buried in soft, musky curls. He chokes, then relaxes and swallows around Alfred’s dick over and over again, moaning as he does and looking up.

With his fingers winding tight in Allen’s hair, Alfred’s head tosses back and an almost agonized, guttural moan escapes his throat. “Allen,” he exhales raggedly, “fuck, fuck, fuck…” Alfred lifts his head, looking down only to meet Allen’s pretty brown eyes, and then his head falls back again. “Shit,” he groans. “Oh fuck… babe…”

Allen decides to have mercy and releases Alfred until he has only the head in mouth again, his hand stroking the rest; his other hand is wrapped around his own cock. He pulls off, giving a few kittenish licks first, then nuzzling his cheek against the soft skin coated in his spit and Alfred’s pre-cum. It takes a moment for his throat to adjust, but then he smiles. “If I’d known you were this hot under all those stupid hoodies, maybe I wouldn’t have been so mean back then.”

Alfred laughs, but it’s more just a raspy “hah.” Between still being completely hard and feeling slack like he already came, he’s helpless when Allen crawls over and starts grinding their hips together. In this position he has a perfect view of that stupid shirt and he can’t help the stupid grin on his face. His hands grasp Allen’s hips again and revels in how familiar they feel now. “You’re so pretty,” he says compulsively.

Allen shivers and swoops down to kiss his nerdy, hot, perfect boyfriend. “I know,” he teases, “I do like hearing you say it though--ah!” he gasps when his cock slides against Alfred’s just right, and wraps his hand around both of them, stroking hard, but not too fast. The contrast in size is oh so delicious. Allen, even being slightly larger than average, looks small compared to Alfred and rather than inciting any insecurity, it only thrills him.

Distantly, Alfred’s brain reminds him of where they are, even though his body is more concerned with bucking his hips up into Allen’s hand, squeezed against Allen’s cock. “We can’t fuck on this couch,” he protests with no intent behind it.

Allen nods. “Mmmhmm, but we’re not gonna fuck on this couch,” he replies, stroking them faster now. With each pass, he presses his thumb over the heads, smearing their pre-cum together. “Ahh, fuck, Al~ mmm.” The worn-out t-shirt is stifling and hot, but the way Alfred is staring at him makes wearing it worth it.

Alfred can’t take it anymore. “Allen, fuck, babe, I’m gonna--oh fuck--” His back arches as his orgasm crashes into him, his fingers digging hard into Allen’s hips. Stars burst behind his eyelids and his body pulls taut with the effort to contain the absolute euphoria. When it subsides and his vision clears, Allen is giving him that dark, sexy, cheeky grin that so long ago, he used to only see on a screen and Alfred expects him to be smugly licking his fingers, but instead…

Allen hums airily and tugs the hem of his shirt as if to examine it, very pleased to find a substantial, sticky, white splash across it. “Uh oh,” he says, having angled Alfred’s cock to come all over it very much on purpose, and looks up at Alfred with a wink.

Alfred lets out a choked whine, his body too sated and relaxed to do much else, no matter how badly he wants bury himself in Allen’s ass and fuck his smug, trolling brains out right then and there. “You— oh god—!”

Allen, who is still hard, resumes grinding against Alfred’s spent cock and gasps sharply when Alfred’s warm hand wraps around him. Allen thrusts helplessly into Alfred’s fist. “Al, honey, I’m—ohh~” his orgasm is less intense than Alfred’s, but he had been streaming only a few hours ago, so that isn’t surprising. His back bows and he sighs and moans in ecstasy: this gentle, half-orgasm with Alfred is better than the full one he had earlier by far, but that isn’t surprising anymore either. Allen should probably tell Alfred that at some point, tell him how he’s totally fallen for him.

“Pretty good considering you were streaming earlier,” Alfred teases since now it’s his turn to be smug. He dabs his fingertip in Allen’s cum which is now spattered across his chest and then licks it.

Allen groans, unable to decide if Alfred is unbearably sexy or ridiculously cringe. He’ll probably never resolve that question. He surges forward again to kiss him, immediately aware that now he’s made his own mark on the t-shirt. Giggling, he pulls back, examining it again. “Well, it definitely can’t go to a thrift store at this point.”

Alfred gives up entirely because he loves Allen almost too much to keep quiet about it anymore… almost. Soon though. “Are you kidding? That’s a collector’s item now.”

[aslanscompass]

Ahsoka 1.1 & 1.2

As a side note, my tags for the show will be "sw: Ahsoka" and "ahsoka spoilers." I will also use the "Ahsoka" tag for general references to the character, as well as the character tags for the Rebels characters.

So, onto the actual review:

I've been hesitant about this show from the beginning, mostly because the promotion is so heavily weighted in favor of Ahsoka. I've watched all of The Clone Wars and read some of the tie-in novels as well, but I never really latched onto Ahsoka as much as some of the others. I mean, I don't hate her or think she's overpowered; I just prefer the Ghost crew. I've been waiting for Ezra's return since the season 4 finale. And I don't want Ahsoka to overshadow it.

On a purely practical/effects level, it is /so weird/ to see the familiar characters in live-action. Some shoots are identical to the original--the speeder route outside Lothal's capitol, the communication tower, and that mural.... On the other hand, the characters just feel off. Previous complaints about Ahsoka's appearance in The Mandalorian seem even more relevant here, as Hera's lekku and skin marking look rather too smooth for live-action. Maybe it's just the long hair, but Sabine doesn't look right either (NOTHING against the actors involved) She does look slightly better after the haircut, but I have so much trouble with age for all the leads. It's so hard to tell what age they're supposed to be.

Don't have any feelings one way or another about Houyung, but I would have loved to get even a glimpse of Jacen. I mean, sure, I have Feelings! about how he was included, but now that he exists, he needs to have screen time.

The Ahsoka-training-Sabine element kind of strikes me the wrong way too. I mean, sure, things would have happened between the battle of Lothal and the 'present day,' whatever that actually is. But I don't think Sabine is a good choice for Jedi training and I actually don't WANT her to have Jedi training. I think her style as a Mandalorian is interesting, a contrast from other rebels, and an important part of her heritage. She doesn't /have/ to be a Jedi to be special, or even to be on the right side.

The fight sequences felt wrong too. I mean Ahsoka's fights were okay, but I don't think Sabine got to show enough credit or skill in her fights. Sure, her preferred weapon in Rebels was explosive paint, but she did her fair share of hand-to-hand, and was pretty good at it. When she got grabbed at the tower, she didn't show any evidence of her formal skill or training.

Plotwise.... eh, too early to say. But the emphasis on Thrawn as a potential threat to the New Republic as opposed to the promise of finding an old friend.... and this is part of the reason I'm skeptical about bringing the Ghost crew into the broader universe. I mean, of course, Kanan and Ezra had to be out of the picture for the original timeline, otherwise Kenobi wouldn't be the only remaining Jedi, but now.... you can't retcon Ezra or Kanan into the film, because they would have had an impact, but I don't want to draw attention to that fact. In my imagination, Kanan and Ezra are both still alive, hanging around and playing games in some remote corner of the galaxy.

I guess we'll see

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

I DID IT I DESIGNED CHARACTERS!!!!!! SPECIFICALLY JEKYLL AND HYDE CHARACRERS!!!!!!!! EVERYBODY LOOK I DID IT!!!!!!!!

And now, for my thought process~

Dr Henry Jekyll: Man's is built like a fuckin TANK bro. Idk why everybody draws him as a twink he's CLEARLY meant to be MASSIVE(/pos). Anyways, as you've probably noticed, I leaned HEAVILY into the color coding for this one. I chose red for Jekyll mostly- uh, mostly just because I already associated Hyde with green and I wanted them to be complimentary colors? But also he has red character vibes in the musical to me. Probably because the poster is very red. I gave him tiny glasses cuz I thought it looked cool lol. I uh, I don't really know why he's the only character with visible pockets? I guess I just thought it looked best on his design or something. He was originally gonna have a ponytail but I thought it made him look to much like he was from the American Revolution so I changed it to the shorter, poofier style shown in the picture. Also his vest was originally brown but I decided I wanted more red in his design so I changed it.

Gabriel John Utterson: SQUARE. SQUARE SHAPED MAN. He's repeatedly described as like the most boring man alive so I decided to reflect that in his design by making him really rigid and almost statue-like. Hence all the grays. I wanted to add a dash of color though, so I gave him a blue tie(also the strappy thingy around his hat is blue but that isn't visible here). He's also super pale to go with the cold/stoney vibe of the rest of his color scheme.

Dr Hastie Lanyon: God this one took me FOREVER to figure out omfg. I didn't have a very good idea of what he looked like while reading the novel and until I started actually searching for them I didn't see very many fan designs for him. All I knew is I wanted him to wear yellow bcuz primary color trios RULE. But theeeeeen I started looking up other peoples designs, and picked out a couple of contants I liked (ex; short, dark skin, gray streaks), then boom! I knew what I wanted to do! Anyways yeah, once I had an idea I just went for it and uh, I dont have much else to say :)

Edit: WAIT SHIT I FORGOT LANYON HAS LIKE A MASSIVE WHITE STREAK IN HIS HAIR OMFG-

Edit 2 Electric Boogaloo: Okay so my Lanyon design was driving me SO crazy I felt the need to update the ref, so now he's a little taller and has the afformentioned white streak aornfoemdk

Edward Hyde: Fun fact, Hyde was originally going to be 4'6, but I just kept making him shorter and shorter until he lost the 6 inches entirely lol. The only description we got of Hyde in the book was that he was small, hairy and had an "unexpressed deformity", so I guess I just took that to mean he is a Creature and ran with it lmao. I made him SUPER pointy, just the sharpest man. Mostly to contrast with the round shapes of Jekyll, but also he's kinda just that kinda dude, y'know? I also made sure his silhouette was super uneven, in contrast to all of the classy characters have(mostly) symmetrical silhouettes. OBVIOUSLY he needed to have a cloak and top hat, because really, what Hyde design is complete without a cloak and top hat? There are 3 reasons I decided to make his color green: 1; the potion Jekyll uses to become Hyde is green. 2; Green, at least in my mind, means sick, and Hyde is supposed to look sickly and unpleasant. And 3; The Ghost of Mr Hyde from Scooby Doo is green and he was the first version of the character I ever saw, so I've kinda just associated him with it ever since. Speaking of the Ghost of Mr Hyde, the mud on his shoes is actually an homage to that episode! I tried to get the color as close to the weird, off redish the mud on Dr Jekyll's shoes was in that episode. Why? Because Scooby Doo my beloved <3. Also since this section is already so fucking long, the reason he has that silver tooth is because the original got knocked out in a fight. In this version, Hyde's injuries do NOT carry over to Jekyll, and vice versa, so he needs to take out the tooth before he transforms back and put it back in when he's Hyde again. Idk why I put the most thought into Hyde's design but whatever-

So yeah! Those are my designs and the thoughts behind them! Hope yall like em :)

[rainy-weather-supremacy]

HOLA

What do your oc’s look like?

Do they look similar to their parents?

Why do they have powers? And if they have powers that feed of things, then why feed of things to gain more power?

Can any of them drive?

How do the separate parts of the family interact? Or don’t they?

An reoccurring nightmare

Who wronged Tara in the first place?

Who’s the family gossip and what would they tell me?

Whose power is so powerful they could destroy themselves?

Howdy pardner! :D

That's probably a long one, but here goes- Daniel and Mary both have very dark skin and dark brown hair. Daniel's is short and well-kempt, Marys locks are long and open most of the time. She has grey eyes and his are a darkish brown. Both are pretty tall, but Mary also has a lot of muscle and Daniel... not so much. He has a wooden arm tough, which is made of dark wood to match. Avery has yellow eyes that glow in the dark, olive skin and long black hair. Her teeth are very sharp and she's pretty strong, mostly in the legs. She has claws, too. Ozan has almond skin and black hair as well, tough his is dyed. He's in a self-propelled wheelchair and his legs are missing just after they start. He's strong and has a lot of piercings and tatoos. Jamies skin is very light and her brown hair is short and messy. (She can, of course, change her appearance completely in the dark and come out looking like anything, but this is the form she chooses to represent her as a human.) She is also pretty small, but another form Jamie likes is a big wolf or fox. Jane has light skin as well, but her face and part of the upper body are made of intricately carved birchwood. Her hair is long enough so she can tie it up in a bun or ponytail sometimes. Camillas hair is long too. It's very straight and red and has moss growing on it, which also grown on other parts of her light skin every here and there. She wears round glasses and a giant jacket with a lot of pockets, all of which are filled with dirt and plants. There's also always at least like a hundred bugs on her, if not more. She has four arms and is pretty much a walking garden. Leon is a kind of see-through black and white ghost child. His hair is short and black and curly and there's always a black stream of tears coming from his eyes. Jackson has shoulder-length blone locks and freckles. He wears hawaiian shirts sometimes. Tara has tan skin, long blonde locks and blue eyes. They're very pretty and have a quite androgynous face. Mikaela has a very smiliar skin tone, tough perhaps slightly lighter, and spikey punk hair that goes from red to yellow towards the top. They wear sunglasses and below them, their eyes burn like fire. Esther is an old lady with dark skin. Her wheelchair also functions as a loom and she wears a purple hijab. Toby has brown locks and honey skin, he's pretty tall. Arthur has dark skin with freckles like the night sky and it can seem like the stars shine in his eyes as well. His hair is dark too. George is a baby with lots of strange limbs and tentacles. Granny is an old asian woman with sharp teeth, yellow robes and light blonde hair. How many limbs does she have? Uncountable, literally. OKAY, PHEW!! That was... a lot.

Mary and Daniel do, yes, and their mother did look similar to hers. Tara has some likelyness with Granny and Esther too, but Toby doesn't. Leon, Camilla and George are adopted, so no and I... don't know the rest of their parents, tough I imagine Avery looks a lot like hers save for the more monstery features.

They have powers because their paths in life led them to be noticed by one power or the other... Esther probably made sure the people she had acess to got a patreon as well. They feed their patreon through fear (This is where you can see most prominently where they were originally 'supposed to be' lmao). Most feed their patreon to keep it sated and become more powerful in the process, tough some (Toby, Arthur, Leon) are just doing their thing and it works out somehow.

Toby, Mary, Daniel, Ozan,, Jackson Avery, Jane and Esther know how to drive. Leon is a child that passes through objects, Camilla hates cars, Tara doesn't care much for them but can steer a ship, Arthur and Jamie can transport themselves through supernatural means and Granny... should not be put in a driver's seat for any reason ever. She might spontaniously manifest the knowledge to drive if it was very important, tough. And forget it just as fast once the crisis is over.

A few of them have positive bonds, but mostly they stay away from each other as much as they can. If they do meet, the interactions are very hostile and fights break out even with Jackson around. So far no one has killed each other, but that's not for lack of trying.

Daniel has a lot of them, most are of his abduction or parents and sometimes both mush in that weird dream kinda way. Toby sometimes dreams of everyone he accidentally stole happiness from shouting and screaming at him, distraught, which makes him stay inside even more for a few days afterwards. Camilla has dreams of fire and the absolute death of nature, a barren wasteland where the only spot of colour is a pink car.

I... I have no concrete person in mind yet, actually. But someone sure fucked them up royally. They were probably pretty rich and influential, tough, one of those people that you can't touch, in a way.

I have kinda misread that as "what is the family gossip" hings you might be told in dark alleways or when someone has had a bit too much to drink: Avery has daddy issues (It's true that he wasn't very kind) - Avery has mommy issues (Very complicated relationship) - Daniel once tried to lift a branch and fell over (That's true) - Jamie has eaten one of his students (He has not. Not yet.) - Ozan doesn't actually have a doctorate (Yeah he just walked in and took the place) - Jane eats things made of wood (I... don't think so, at least) - Mikaela used to be in a band so bad that people once payed them to leave (Not true) - Esther had something to do with Granny's state of mind (I don't think so, at least) - Toby has spent days editing and perfecting wikipedia articles (He does that, yeah) - Camilla serves rotten food at her restaurant (She does) - Mary regularily gets into fights (Oh, absolutely) - Jane has accidentally killed someone (Throwing knifes is harder than it looks, okay?) TO GET TO THE ACTUAL QUESTION: Jamie, and she'd tell you most of the things above, save for the one about her, Ozan and Avery. Daniels is too funny to leave out.

Mary could probably get got by her storm, Jane has to be careful that there will be something left of her when she's done with her project, Camilla and Mikaela might also accidentally destroy themselves when their power and obsession continue to grow.

That was incredibly long, thank you for asking! I'll be back on your yard tomorrow since the owl that sleeps in your tree is awake by now and has shooed me away (Aka I'm too tired to think of good questions).

[beneathascorpionsky]

OC Questions:

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

28. Your most dangerous OC?

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

33. Your shyest OC?

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

Have fun :D (also this tab has been sitting open for a hot minute and I forgot to send it, crow brain at minimum power)

5. oh that's. really tough one. Probably a tie between Shyshie and Kwet with maybe Lily and Serpens tied for second place. Shyshie just has such an energy, but Kwet is so personal. For a long time Lily was a top favorite and I feel like she represents a very richly creative time of my life. and Serpens just feels like. He deserves to be well known for some reason.

19. Nickaia. I don't talk about her a lot but she was a very early oc, who was just a borderline Lego Ninjago self insert, who turned into an actual oc in an original story and she really represented a lot of my fears about growing up and puberty especially, i came up with this whole story about some illness she caught that turned her skin gray and prevented her from developing (physically at least) into an adult. Then for a long time I forgot about her, then a few years ago remembered she existed and kinda overhauled her into an alien cause I no longer had a story for her to fit into as a human. She and I have changed a lot and no longer really resemble each other any more, but she's still very dear to me.

28. Most dangerous oc

.... a lot of my ocs probably wouldn't be all that safe to hang out around. But at the same time I feel like a lot of them wouldn't be too awful unprovoked. On terms of just like sheer power, the Wyvern who is an antagonist, but not strictly a villain, in my fantasy story. She's an immortal dragon who enjoys meddling in the lives of mortal as relief from the intense boredom of living for thousands of years

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like lets see. I did shyshie for the last one, so lets do Kwet for this one. I feel like he'd had a photography blog that Aveth talked him into running so he would have a hobby aside from obsessively working on his scientific projects. The blog would be pretty bland and utilitarian and the pictures probably wouldn't be very interesting. He'd have 1 follower and it's just Aveth.

33. Your shyest OC?

uh well. Originally it was supposed to be Shyshie but she refused and turned into a feral child who is loud and causes all the problems. I'm not sure now. maybe Blue? he is a shy lil bby lizard who just wants to sit on his dad's shoulder and eat soup.

41.

uh well i mean maybe a few times I've gotten gift art from friends if that's what you mean. but most of the character art i have is either drawn by me, I ordered it, or got it from an art trade/artfight. And Im struggling to remember the last time I got gift art aside from a physical drawing a friend gave me years ago that I have but don't have pictures of right now. Actually now I'm not sure if i've ever gotten art just cause someone felt like it lol. So im gonna have to pass aha

43. oh yes! Lots! I love gold and silver duo characters s o much. I know like, red and blue is the most popular but I'm a s ucker for gold and silver/sun and moon esque characters. Also I love quiet stern emotionally reserved male characters who are like the analytical thoughtful type and usually trying to keep the rest of the character group from rushing into anything. Bonus points if they rarely emote aside from the small warm smile they spare for their friends during a time when the friend needs reassurance most.

also like. idk I call them 'unbreakable child' characters. Shyshie is the most easy one to point out but its just a kid character that is waAAAAY more op than they should be and no matter what they go through or what the villain throws at them they recover and keep going. (I think this is part of why I like Gregory from Security Breach so much lol, he totally fits the bill)

ty for the questions crow :D

[femme-enby]

Blah blah blah, I’m stubborn as a mule, I’m ranting about stupid fandom shit, beating the dead horse into the ground mercilessly.

Short summary- I am not proship apparently and I don’t like people whitewashing characters, or feminizing androgynous characters.

Into the rant…

I am genuinely tired of “Frans” or Frisk and Sans as a couple.

And while yeah, it is the notion of aging up Frisk (or Chara or Kris btw) to pair them with an adult character that irks me most importantly… like… it is fucking weird actually. Especially when it’s written in such a way that whichever child went through the underground or whatever and then LATER the story takes place where they’re an adult…

Because honestly? If any family friend saw me at like… 12, actively watched me grow up, and then decided they had romantic feelings for me, I’d think they’re fuckin weird tbh. Weirder than my middle school orchestra teacher giving me his Snapchat while I was at work years later, after not having seen me that entire time. Yeah that was fuckin weird. Dude taught me for an hour or so like every other day back in middle school. Still fuckin weird.

Now imagine a family friend who would have seen me a lot more often. Mad fuckin weird.

So yeah. I find that weird.

But the other thing, a more minor thing that also grinds my gears?

How incredibly feminized Frisk gets. In such a stereotypically way too!

Frisk is CANONICALLY non-binary. They use they/them pronouns. They present pretty androgynous even for a kid. They “flirt” with anyone they have the option to regardless of that person’s presentation.

Yet!!! Frisk always ends up being incredibly feminized. Not just feminized in a general sense, but almost exclusively Frisk gets turned into a scrawny, busty, white woman with perfectly straight hair and full lips.

This kid turned into that nonsense I be seein??? Idk what people are seeing but if y’all want a WHITE kid…

Boom. Pale yellow for the skin, rosy pink cheeks, wide AF eyes. The chances of Chara being white are infinitely higher.

The aged up Frisk rarely ever even looks LIKE FRISK. It wouldn’t be hard to just name this basically brand new character something like “Alex” if these people still wanted a gender neutral name, but frankly I doubt they would considering what they did to the character.

They whitewash and feminize Frisk, a character who has no gender. We are given no indication to Frisk sex (which would be awfully weird since they are, ya know, a CHILD) so people are really just making a woman OC to ship with Sans (usually) but still choose to to name her Frisk and tie her to a non-binary child.

For what reason?

People were in an uproar about artists making Rose (Steven Universe) skinny. Now the harassment and threats were completely unnecessary, but the general upset wasn’t necessarily wrong in my opinion.

Fat people, POC, LGBT+ people still struggle for representation. If fans want skinny, white, busty characters that they ain’t seeing in the original material… make an OC!! Ain’t nothin wrong with that!

But there ain’t any reason to take an existing character and alter them to fit into eurocentric beauty standards. Not for your preference, not to fit into your fantasy, not for anything.

These people are often amazing artists! Clearly capable of incredible skill, and likely possess impressive imaginations as well! Imagine up a new name at the least!

Seriously- why do I see more diversity in blank face Y/N solid grey placeholders than adult Frisk art? Like yeah I don’t even think it should be a thing when you’re shipping them with one of the adult monsters, but honestly the fact that regardless of how “not frisk” they all look… I KNOW that is SUPPOSED to be adult Frisk because they all look like the same bland ass white lady!!!

Meanwhile they “Y/N” placeholders be chubby, tall, disabled, they’ll have afros and braids, they’ll have more masculine builds, etc.

I ain’t even realize they could be personalized like that! I love it!! Hope to keep seeing more of it even if it comes across my dash in some fandom I don’t even know the name of!!!

[the-witty-pen-name]

The Nanny Pt. 3

Lee Bodecker x Nanny!F!Reader

18+

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: alcohol/drinking, food, corrupt cop, mentions of prostitution/smut, implied age gap (reader is in her 20s), cursing, mentions of serial killers/murder, mutual pining, 

Summary:

Based on this Request: The reader moves to Meade/Knockemstiff while answering an advertisement for a nanny in the paper. We learn that the ad was posted by Sandy, who has the reader watch her child whenever she and Carl leave to do their secret thing. After one of these trips, Sandy and her husband never return, so the reader is left caring for their baby. With the new investigation into these events, she meets Sandy’s brother Lee, the older, out of shape, alcoholic bachelor, and they are suddenly thrown into each others lives as he begins looking into his sister’s disappearance. Through it all, Lee starts to fall for her, and they slowly become a family.

A/N: I got inspired re-watching one of my favorite shows and I want to know if anyone else gets the reference I’m using! If I missed anything I should include as a warning that I missed please let me know! This is also unedited!

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Your shoulders tensed listening to the radio in the morning. Sitting on your ottoman, you were painting your nails, using the coffee table as your nail station. It was a really bright morning, and you had the curtains pulled open to draw in light. Julie frantically rushed between her room and the bathroom getting ready for her shift at the diner. The newest single from The Beach Boys was playing through the little counter top radio, but at the top of the hour, the melodies playing through the speaker changed to the news. The top story of the morning was chilling.

“Jules,” you said, calling her over hesitantly, putting the cap back on the bottle of polish. “Come listen to this.”

She scurried out of her room while working to tie her apron in the back, and then she stood next to where you sat to listen to the story on the news. The color drained from her face as you both listened to the reporter describe the horrific scene that was under investigation early this morning.

Roy Laferty was an evangelical preacher whose body washed up by the lake very early that same morning. The news report talked about the police investigation, and also disclosed his wife Helen, is also reported missing. They are looking into the disappearance of Helen, as well as opening a full investigation on Laferty’s murder. They also urge individuals with any information regarding the two to call the Sheriff’s department and to provide a statement.

“That’s horrifying,” you mumble, shocked as you try to process the news. Julie nods in agreement but strangely doesn’t seem nearly as affected by the news as you.

“It’s happening again,” she mutters, obviously concerned but her lack of surprise worries you.

“What do you mean again?” you ask.

“There was a string of unexplained murders, all men, like this newest one,” Julie explained, “This was all over the news like two years ago- can’t believe you hadn’t heard about it.” All you could do was shrug; this was all new to you. “Obviously, there was nothing linking their deaths, but there were these five killings a couple of years ago that are still unsolved. There’s no evidence, but the town rumors it was like a serial killer or something. Nothing is confirmed, of course, just a story.”

“What makes people think it was all the same person?” you ask, hesitantly.

“All the people were always the same type,” she shrugs, “Men all in their 20s and 30s. Again, there’s nothing linking them all together. It’s just talk.”

You clicked off the radio, and didn’t know what to do with yourself. Julie patted your shoulder, comfortingly but she had to go on with her day. So did you, and you almost her ability to move about the apartment almost unfazed by the news. You suppose it makes sense, her growing up here she’s probably used to it. You didn’t have the experience or the thick skin she had.

You had decided to go to the library, still preoccupied by the news segment as well as the things Julie had told you about the Sheriff. You spent the better half of the morning looking at the library’s archives of old newspapers. You wanted to read more about the unsolved cases Julie had told you about, so there you sat for several hours looking through the microfilm reader. You even stumbled upon articles that featured the Sheriff.

There he was plain as day on the front page when it was announced he had won the election the first time he ran several years back. You couldn’t help but notice the changes in his appearance and demeanor compared to the man you keep running into. He was a little slimmer, and he looked a lot happier, a little fuller of life, you decided was a good way to explain it. His smile was wider, and you could see the difference in his eyes as well. It was seeing how he was before the stress of the job began to take its heavy toll. He had on the same leather jacket as well, you were fairly certain, even though the one in the photograph hung a little looser.

You continued to skim through articles, piecing your way through the history of Knockemstiff. Little articles in black and white that persevered the history of this dark little town. You were beginning to realize this backwater town was a lot more tangled and complex than you originally believed. It was a tangled history, riddled with crime and unclosed cases, that people seem to have either forgotten or choose to ignore for their own sake. Your mind wandered back to the things Julie had told you about the Sheriff and him being corrupt. You wonder how much of what you read about linked back to him. Though you imagine if he has any sort of political connection, which a man like him must have, the things he was involved in probably didn’t even make it into the paper. The thought made you physically shiver.

You put the large leather portfolios of archives you took and put them back into their proper place on the self chronologically. You grabbed your sweater from the back of your chair, and pushed the chair back into place. Looking up at the clock on the wall, it was only just one in the afternoon. You decided to head down to the diner and grab a bite, and also visit Julie during her second shift. It was a short walk from the library to the diner. Everywhere felt like a short walk here, probably because everything in downtown was not much bigger than a few blocks. The majority of people lived far from the center of town, on their own land and farms.

The little bell on the door rang when you stepped in and Julie waved at you from behind the counter and pointed for you to grab an empty table in her section. You put your bag on the table and took a seat. It was a fairly busy time, most people who worked at the surrounding businesses coming in for their lunch break. Julie brought you over a coffee and then said she’d be back to chat when she got to take her five.

Lee hadn’t been able to go home since the phone call. The symptoms of his hangover were worsening and he was growing more irritable. His five o’clock shadow was still evident on his tired face and his head was pounding. He tried his best to just power through it but the sound of anyone trying to talk to him just made his ears ring.

After leaving the scene, he had to stop by his office and then he was on the phone for the better part of an hour fielding calls from frantic citizens not only of Knockemstiff but also Meade, where Laferty was from. Despite how horribly he felt, he tried his best to keep his temper level and just reassure people he had things under control. He was losing his patience.

He opened up his desk drawer and grabbed his bottle of asprin. Empty. He threw it into the small waste bin and got up abruptly grabbing his jacket off the hook and storming out. He didn’t tell anyone he was leaving and he didn’t care. It was a short walk to the drugstore from the station and he wouldn’t be five minutes. He just needed to do something to stop his head from hurting.

“Afternoon, Sheriff,” the pharmacist greeted when he walked in. He nodded his head upwards briefly to reply without having to talk. He just needed to get in and out. She went back to whatever she was working on when he came in, and he browsed the aisles for what he needed. After paying and walking out, he glanced in the direction of the diner when he was crossing the street. There you were, again. Sitting alone and chatting with the waitress that was refilling your coffee.

He let out a heavy sigh, and then continued walking. He didn’t want you to see him like this, hungover, unshaved, wrinkled uniform and heavy undereye bags from his lack of sleep. You looked- well, Lee thought you were the prettiest thing he’s seen in a while, maybe ever. There was something about you he couldn’t pinpoint. Maybe it was just because you weren’t from here. You were a fresh face, and not ruined by this town. There was a sweetness and an innocence in how you talked to him, because you didn’t know him like the rest of people here did. He liked that.

Even when he left the station for the day, he couldn’t even go home yet. He had a meeting at the bar with one of Brown’s lackeys. He was just supposed to collect his cut so he couldn’t imagine it would take long, but he was still annoyed. Stepping into the bar he looked around as he took off his hat. It was a little more crowded tonight then when he was here last. The red curtain was closed and his eyes lingered there for a moment before directing his attention to the man he recognized who was waving him over.

“Sheriff,” the man greets and Lee slides into the booth across from him.

“Hayward,” he replies. Without even needing to order, the bartender comes over bringing them a bottle of scotch and two glasses.

“You ever go back there?” Hayward asks, watching as a girl came out and brought a man behind the curtain who had been waiting at the bar.

“No,” Lee scoffs.

“They are amazing,” Hayward says, almost giddy. Lee feels sympathy towards the poor woman who had to take care of him. Lee doesn’t acknowledge the statement and just empties his glass and begins to pour himself a second.

“So, my cut?” Lee asks. Hayward frowns and goes into the breast pocket of his sports coat and pulls out an envelope of cash.

“You aren’t getting full,” the man says when Lee cocks a brow at the thinness of the envelope.

“Still?” Lee asks, pissed. Hayward nods. Lee’s jaw clenches.

“You didn’t keep things tidy on your end,” Hayward reminds him, “You got one job. Keep the cops out of our territory. We had two cruisers drive through last week. The only reason you’re getting anything at all is cause you managed to keep your people off us when we did the exchange with Deckard’s crew.”

The man finishes his drink, and then slaps the empty glass on the table. He pulls out his own envelope, which is much thicker than Lee’s and drops down more than enough for the drinks. He chuckles condescendingly and tells the Sheriff to get a dance. Fuck that. Lee takes the extra money and plans to just put it right in his pocket and go home. He finishes his third scotch and suddenly his headache was back. He felt worse than he did earlier today.

“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” a feminine voice asks, making him break his line of thought. He looks to his side and he recognizes her as one of the girls he sees bringing men to the back room, behind the velvet curtain. He shakes his head, and instead of leaving him alone, she slides into the booth next to him. Her hand grazes over his thigh. “You seem awful tense, Sheriff,” she says and then bites her lip.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted. He knows she doesn’t actually want him, and it’s just an attempt to get him to spend money in the backroom. If he doesn’t focus his already hazing vision, maybe she could vaguely remind him of you. He can’t do it, but he wants to. Her hand moves up his leg and he pulls away. He adjusts his pants and she shrugs.

“Maybe next time then,” she winks before walking away. He rests his head back on the vinyl seat and sighs. He grabs his hat and jacket, leaving before he changes his mind. “Ask for Cherry when you come in, yeah?” she calls when he walks out.

You are just everywhere. You’re in his head and he doesn’t even know you. He needs to sleep, desperately, and part of him in the back of his mind hopes you’ll be there. When he wakes up, he doesn’t remember.

“Have you heard about the Church fundraiser coming up?” Julie asks. You shake your head. “It’s a pretty big deal here. Everyone participates.”

“What is it?” you ask, kicking off your slippers so you can sit crisscross on the couch.

“Bid-On-A-Basket,” she says casually, like it’s the most obvious thing.

“Never heard of it,” you reply, “It sounds fun. What is it?”

“All us single gals put together a picnic basket with everything for a lunch,” she explains, “and then all the eligible bachelors bid on the basket and a date with the girl who made it. Last year, the dreamiest guy, Bill Whittier, bought mine- it’s so fun. Me and Bill didn’t work out but it was a good time.”

“I don’t know anyone here,” you say hesitantly.

“Perfect way to get a date then,” she teases. You bite your lip. You aren’t sure about this.

“And what if some creep is the highest bidder?” you counter.

“You get a bad date story for your next date?” she poses. “Please,” she begs, “It’s for a good cause, all the money this year is going to help the Sunday school.”

“What if no one bids on it?” You rebut.

“Look at yourself,” she scoffs, “you’ll get bids. Trust me.” You roll your eyes.

“I’ll think about it,” you say finally. She smirks, completely planning to wear you down.

“Remember it’s for the kids,” she reasons, “It wouldn’t hurt to go and participate.”

“I said I’ll think about it,” you laugh.

Time passes and soon enough you get another call from Sandy, and you are suddenly back to taking care of Valerie. You had missed her, a lot actually. You definitely have gotten attached to her, and you think you’ve grown on her too. Sandy was vague this time for how long they’d be gone, but since the previous time went so smoothly, you didn’t worry about it.

About a week after Sandy and Carl left this time, there was another disturbing news report. You were sitting on the floor, changing Valerie and you had the television playing softly in the background. The news told the story of another body, this time found in the woods off of the highway. You finish changing the baby and hold her close, her little chin resting on your shoulder as you watch the news story. It was just like Julie had talked about. Another man, thirty years old. He was shot and his body abandoned. You jump at the knock at the front door.

You peep through the curtains, and you see the Sheriff waiting on the front porch. You wonder if he knows you’re there. Part of you almost wishes he knows it you here and he wanted to see you. It’s incredibly stupid on your part and you know better, but nonetheless, part of you hoped he came here for you. Very stupid. With Valerie on your hip, you open the door.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he says walking into the house. He stops in front of you and presses a kiss to Valerie’s forehead and she squeals happily seeing Lee. You close the door with your foot. “May I?” he asks, and opens his arms. You agree, based on Valerie’s reactions to him whenever she sees him. He takes her in his arms, and she starts playing with his tie. He loosens it so she can play with it and not choke him.

“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” you ask. He reacts in a way in a way you can’t really read, but you don’t press.

His mind just goes back to the woman a couple weeks back in the brothel who asked him the same thing, and that his mind immediately had gone to you. He just clears his throat and snaps himself out of that thought process.

“Um, I just came by to see Sandy,” he says, “But I can fathom a guess that she’s not here?”

“Excellent deduction,” you joke, and he smirks. Valerie has his tie in her mouth and is covering it in drool. He doesn’t even seem to care.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and you nod. “You looked a little scared when you answered.”

“Just watching the news before you showed up is all,” you explain, “They were talking about how there was another man found dead.”

“Ain’t got nothing to worry about,” he says, “We’re on top of it. I’m on my way over there now.”

“Can I ask you something?” you ask hesitantly.

“Of course, darling.”

“My friend, you probably know her- Julie Grady.”

“Yeah, nice kid,” he says, listening but gently pulling his tie from Valerie’s grasp. She starts playing with the flap of the pocket of his jacket.

Kid. You almost grimace. That’s right. Of course, Lee would view someone your age that way. You weren’t. You chastise yourself for even caring, but you decide to continue. You shouldn’t care how he sees you.

“Yeah- well, she told me there have been others,” you continue, “I also read up about it, just the newspapers at the library- but she said people thought it was some kind of serial killer… I just, I want to know what you think.”

“I don’t think know,” he answers honestly, a little taken aback, not expecting you to approach him with something this serious. “I doubt it,” he explains, “Serial killers stay close to home. Now those cases you read about, and these two we are looking at- they sound close together but logistically, they aren’t really. Two of those unsolved were in completely different states- just like this new one.”

“So, no traveling serial killer?” you chuckle, trying to sound lighthearted. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Most people like that stay in one area,” Lee explains, “They work jobs, they have a home, you know? They tend to stay near where they live.”

“That makes me feel much better,” you answer honestly.

“You got nothing to worry about, and that’s a promise,” he grins, although he supposes coming from him that probably doesn’t mean much. Regardless, it makes you smile.

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” you offer again. He bites his lip, taking a moment to think.

“Sandy keeps a bag of candy in her cabinet,” he says, walking into the kitchen with you following close behind. He passes Valerie off to you and he chuckles under his breath at the state of his tie. He reaches up in the cabinet and pulls down a brown paper bag, filled with taffies and chocolates.

Something about this man who has a whole time scared of him playing with his niece and then stealing sweets from the cupboard is something you find so strangely endearing. He unwraps one of the brightly colored taffies and then puts the bag in his pocket.

“I gotta go,” he announces, “let me know if you hear from Sandy, yeah?”

“Of course,” you reply.

“Gonna head out to that scene, and do my report,” he discloses, not really sure why he’s telling you. “Then I have a meeting at the rectory about that fundraiser thing. Figure out security.”

“They need security at Bid-On-A-Basket?” you ask, with an eyebrow raised. He smiles.

“You going?” he asks, flirtatiously.

“Just seems weird to have police at a Church thing.”

“There’s been stupid fights,” he shrugs, “some guy will get outbid and cause a fuss. Nothing serious. Probably just gonna be me and a deputy in case. You going?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” you say sheepishly. “Why?”

He walks towards the front door, and you follow seeing him out.

“Cause I gotta know if I’ll be bidding on a basket,” he winks.

“You gonna start a fight if you don’t win it?” you joke.

“If it’s yours? Absolutely, darling.”

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Skin

Summary:  Business Man Todoroki has been unconsciously neglecting his wife, due to his enormous workload. So, she decides to surprise him at home office.

A/N: Thank you guys for all the love you shared on my first piece! I didn't expect so many people to be so into it! If you want to commission me for a story, click here!

Warnings: This is pure filth with a dash of fluff at the end. Maybe, angst, if you squint. Reader is, also, plus sized! Shoto is a cocky little bastard, but a total simp for his wife. 

Pairings: AgedUp!Todoroki Shoto x Black!Reader

As I grabbed my bonnet off the nightstand, my eyes caught a glimpse of the clock. 12:34 AM. I sighed and looked at the neatly made bed. My husband was supposed to be on the other side, pulling back the sheet and climbing in along with me. But, like most days, he was still in his study, waist-deep in work. Frustrated, I walked to the closet and took a long look at the present I had picked up earlier that day. I was supposed to wear it the following day since he had claimed I would have his undivided attention this weekend. However, my patience had been wearing thin and I was seconds away from throwing myself at him in my birthday suit. Knowing Todoroki, he would’ve found it by the morning anyway and ruined the surprise. 

Before I could change my mind, I stripped out of my oversize cotton shirt and underwear. I threw the items in the hamper and unhooked the lingerie from the hanger. I slipped my legs into the lace cheekies and snapped the garter belt around my waist. After I shimmied into the strapless bustier, I rolled the thigh high stockings onto my legs and clipped the garter belt onto them. I tossed the bonnet on the bed and untied my boxed braids from its messy bun. I slipped my feet in the marabou lined heeled slippers and shrugged on the matching black, silk robe. I rolled on my homemade Love Potion scented oil and fluffed my eyelashes with mascara. I added a little bit of sparkling lip gloss and headed out of the room.

On the way to the study, I had tried to convince myself that what I had done was incredibly stupid and childish. But, I simply debunked that statement with “YOLO” and continued on my journey. The door to the study had been partly ajar. Through the crack, I could see Todoroki typing away on the laptop as if there had been no tomorrow. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open a little more. I knocked twice on the frame and waited for him to look up. He didn’t.

“I promise I am almost done, I just need to type this last statement and I will join you in bed,” his eyes were glued to the computer. “Just five more minutes.”

I looked down at my rose embroidered bustier and back at him. 

Should I just wait until he finished? He did say it wouldn’t be that long.

“Okay, darling?” he quickly shot a look over to me, before resuming his work on the computer. Suddenly, Todoroki stopped typing and stared at me. His mismatch eyes washed over me ever so slowly, taking in every detail. He took his sweet time to meet my eyes again and a smirk fell on his lips. “Lock the door.” 

I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. I turned the lock to the left and looked back at him. The laptop had disappeared, along with the papers from on top of the desk. Todoroki loosened his tie and pulled it from his neck. He pushed his body away from the desk and leaned back in his swivel chair. 

“Come here,” his voice dropped an octave as his eyes darkened. 

I squared my shoulders and lifted my head. I stared directly at him as I took small steps toward the desk. I brushed my hands along the outside ridge before I walked in between his legs. I scooted my rear on the empty space on the desk. 

The Japanese man closed the distance between us and looked up at me. His fingers glided down the base of my thigh before wrapping around my heeled foot. Todoroki slipped the shoe from my foot and dropped it on the floor. He repeated the action with my other foot. His long fingers kneaded the stocking covered skin on my thigh. 

“I don't know if I should be pleased by this action or angered by it," his smooth voice dressed my ears. 

Todoroki had a way to speak with such authority and pose that it infuriated me. When he wanted to, he could switch on an Alpha persona and command my undivided attention. His voice would get deeper, huskier, and, when he spoke, it sounded as though it vibrated in my earlobes. The feather-like touches on my skin shot electricity through my skin as his gentle humming gave me goosebumps. Todoroki was well aware of how sexually attracted I was of him and would use these tactics against me. Sometimes even in public. The amount of underwear I ruined because of this was laughable. But he didn’t care since it meant that he would see me in new lingerie every so often. 

“Why would you be angered by this, baby?” I asked shyly.

Todoroki opened my thighs just a tab bit wider and scooted his chair closer. “Because I know—” he undid the knot on the belt of the rob. “I am gonna have to explain—” the silk slipped from my shoulders and fell on the desk. “Why my report is missing—,” Todoroki sat my heels on the arms of his chair and pulled my pelvis to the edge of the desk. “In the morning,” his hand kneaded the soft skin between my thighs. His fingers inched closer to my lace-covered womanhood and his eyes flickered to mine. The Japanese man placed his thumb on the moist area and drew small circles upon it. I took my bottom lip in between my teeth and nibbled on it. The skilled muscle slid to the top of my vulva and found the throbbing, sensitive bud. Todoroki drew bigger circles on that spot and my mouth fell open graciously. 

With a smirk on his lips, he mimicked my facial expression. “There we go. That’s the face I want,” he said as he leaned closer. “You like that, princess?”

“Mhm!” I hummed with a nod. I leaned backward on my hands and let my head fall back. 

Pushing my legs further apart, Todoroki rose from his seat. His lips left hot kisses from my navel and up my bustier. His tongue slid up my cleavage to my collarbones. My husband sucked the skin on the crook of my neck tenderly, before nibbling the skin on my neck. The bites increased until he reached my jaw. With one hand still on the sensitive bud, he found my lips. Leaning on my left hand, I laced my fingers in his hair and gave it a slight tug. I opened my mouth, greedily taking his tongue in my mouth. Todoroki flicked his thumb faster. My moans increased to desperate pants. I pulled my lips away and rested my forehead against his. I looked in his eyes as I whimpered under his touch. My legs began to shake slightly as my walls clenched against themselves. The seat of the cheekies was drenched in my arousal and clung to my vulva. My husband moved the digit faster and tingles ran through my body. My toes curled tightly as my pants became louder. I squeezed the root of his hair tighter; I never broke eye contact with him. 

Todoroki smirked deviously and removed his finger from the bud. 

“Why did you stop?” I whined with a frown.

He chuckled and unbuttoned his shirt. “Because if I don’t bury myself in that sweet cunt soon, I’m afraid I'll burst,” Todoroki said as he unbuckled his belt. 

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” I replied with a tired giggle. 

Todoroki pulled his trousers and boxers down in one go. His member sprang free and bobbed a little. My walls clenched in anticipation. He stepped out of the pants and kicked them to the side. My husband looked down at my clothed core with the same anticipation I had. He unclipped the garter belt from my thigh highs and gripped the edge of underwear. He gently pulled the fabric from my hips and down my legs. Todoroki tossed the panties to the side and placed my legs back in their original position. He rubbed the tip of his member from my bud to my core before sinking himself into me. I inhaled sharply and exhaled with a low moan. The familiar sensation of him stretching my walls was always such a turn on. 

His mouth fell open and a groan poured from his mouth. “Fuck...”

I slowly rocked myself against his hips, hinting that I was ready for him. 

Todoroki started off with deep, long strokes. Savoring every moment of the transaction. Quiet moans left my mouth. The stimulation from earlier still stirring the depths of my being. The pleasure in my body had been reaching its limit and I knew my husband was nowhere near done. 

Bored with that position, Todoroki leaned back just a bit to lift my legs from the desk and rest them on his biceps. He gripped the edge of the surface I was on and began ramming himself into me. The breath in my lungs had gotten stuck in my throat and I forgot to breathe.

“Oh. . .  shit . . .” My mouth formed a large ‘o’ shape and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. 

“There’s the face I want,” he said cockily. 

I leaned back on my hands and threw my head back. “ So. . . good. . .” I grunted as I bucked my hips to meet his.

“Look at my naughty, naughty wife,” Todoroki mused lowly. “Desperately. . . ready to become undone.”

“Ugh~~~,” tingles began to flood my body. Stars flashed behind my eyelids as my legs began to shake again yet again.

Todoroki lifted my legs higher until they reached his shoulders. He continued his steady, but deep pace. His long, ebony locks began to cling to his forehead. Eyes drilling holes into my body. Todoroki slid his hands along the desk and gripped the edge near my shoulders. His member pushed deeper into my, brushing my cervix tenderly. My back slowly fell against the desk, and, to avoid an injury, Todoroki supported my neck with his hand. With hooded eyes, I looked up at him.

“I love you . . . so much,” I whispered as my toes curled tightly.

“I know,” he said with a wide smile. “I love you, too.”

The tingling stopped and a chill ran through my body. My back arched into his abdomen as my eyes rolled back. My mouth stretched open and hips pulsed against his. My nails dug into the wood of the desk. An elongated groan left my lips and I saw white. Todoroki continued to stroke in and out of the smooth canal, chasing his own finish. That actually, ultimately, further stimulated the sensitive area and elongated my climax. 

"Oh. . . My. . . GOD!" The whimper increased to high pitched shrieks. 

Todoroki drops one of my legs from his shoulder and hooks it around his waist. He tucked his arm through space my arched back made against the desk. He lifted my back from the surface, digging the bones from the bustier into my back. With my lifted leg in the air, I used my right hand to grip his shoulder as I lean forward, My left hamstring tingled a little at the position, but I pushed through it. 

“Thank God for Yoga,” he said with a smirk.

“Oh shut up— shit!” Todoroki resumed his deadly rhythm in the middle of my sentence. 

“Mhm, that’s what I thought,” he replied between pants.

The potency of that new position had been lethal; each stroke caused his abdomen to briefly brush against my sensitive bud. The overstimulation caused my legs to shake violently, after a short while. A build-up of pressure found its way in my lower belly and gave off a warm sensation. I dug my nails into my husband’s shoulder and threw my head back. Incoherent words left my tongue, as water gushed from my core and onto the silk garment beneath me. Todoroki’ stroke came to an abrupt pause and a silent scream left his lips. With closed eyes, he gripped the edge of the desk tightly and pushed himself in me one more time before oozing into me. He caught his breath and ran a hand through his hair. A shallow laugh left his mouth as he pried his eyes open. Todoroki lowered my leg from his shoulder and rested a hand on my neck. Thumb on my cheek, my husband lowered his mouth to mine and gave me a passionate kiss.

I hooked my arms underneath his and placed my fingers in his hair. With his other hand flat against my lower back, he arched my body into his and deepened the kiss. He moaned against my lips.

I pulled away from the embrace and chuckled, “You never took off the bustier.”

“I didn’t want to break it,” he gave my lips a small peck. “I actually liked this one.”

“Oh. really?” I said with a raised eyebrow. “You didn’t like the pink one?”

“I mean, it was nice,” Todoroki kissed along my jawline. “But, it is something about you in black. It does things to me.” He nipped the sweet spot on my neck and a shiver ran down my spine.

“Noted,” I replied with a groan. 

“But, it really doesn’t matter what you wear,” Todoroki kissed his way up my neck and raised his head to meet my eyes, “You could wear a garbage bag and I’d still rise for you.”

“Garbage bags are black, honey,” I concluded with a cheerful glint in my eyes.

“Oh, you’re right,” Todoroki said with a laugh. After a few seconds, he paused his laughter. “I just remembered. . . I have a surprise for you, too.”

“You know I hate surprises,” I groaned. 

“But, you’re gonna like this one,” Todoroki untangled our limbs and pulled away from me. He reached into a drawer and pulled out two pieces of paper. He handed them to me. 

“Plane tickets to. . . the Netherlands,” I read aloud. 

“A two-week romantic getaway,” he declared with a nod. “I have been promising you quality time for a while now, so I decided to take off of work for a little while.”

“Looks like I gotta buy some more lingerie, huh?” I questioned with a grin.

“A whole lot more,” my husband said before pulling me in for another kiss.