#The colors and expressions are incredible seriously

[yeahyeahchloe]

love love LOVE your works! 💗 So i randomly had an idea, hear me out!

drummer abby and bassist reader. I literally can see abby getting jealous if a fan approaches the reader and gets a bit touchy (not like a wired way, like hugging her ecc)

oh anon...i love me a jealous gf...

drummer!abby x bassist!reader

synopsis: You just wrapped up your last show of your tour, and run into some fans backstage who are acting like a bit more than just fans...

cw: smut18+, minors and ageless blogs dni, strap use (r!receiving), slight choking, some angst, fluff at the very end, me being too lazy to give the bandmates names, my mid smut writing (im learning lol), my excessive vocabulary

(a/n: pls lmk if u see any typos! )

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The crowd thundered with screams and applause as the final guitar cord strummed the final song, of the final tour.

Stage lights shown onto your face, encouraging your skin to sweat and your eyes to water.

You decided to relish in the feeling, as it was the last of it you would experience for a while.

Turning around you spotted a face adorned with pride and glee, showcasing a stoic grin.

Blue eyes met yours and that grin seemed to break just a small bit wider.

You, and the rest of the band inevitably had to step off the stage for the last time, and the second you were behind that curtain you were immediately wrapped in a strong hug.

But the hug was unfamiliar.

Very unfamiliar.

"Oh my god, I love you! You looked so incredible up there it was seriously like an angel on Earth or something!" said the body that was previously hugging and was now holding both your hands.

The girl was accompanied by another, who was standing slightly behind her, each holding a starstruck expression.

You quickly got over your initial shock and went into greeting mode.

"Oh! Thank You! Means a lot you enjoyed our last show,"

"Its seriously like nothing I've ever seen. And its so cool back here! My Dad runs tech so he let me in,"

Figures.

"Mhm, I bet,"

"Oh! I almost forgot, I made you something!" The girl reached into her pocket, pulling out a bracelet adorning the lesbian flag colors with a name in the middle.

Gracie.

You glanced at her wrist to see she had one with your name.

"O-oh thanks!" You said, now slightly creeped out.

"Ok, picture time!" she grabbed your waist pulling you in tight as her friend snapped a picture, "Thank you!! I'll see you on my feed," she attempted a joke at this point you wouldn't find funny, and walked away.

Turning around to your bandmates you made a wide-eyed expression and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Jesus what was that?" one of them asked.

"No fucking clue," You answered before realizing Abby had gone, "Hey, where's Abs?"

"She left just a second ago, towards the dressing rooms, looked pissed as fuck,"

You nodded in thanks before walking in the direction of yours and Abby's shared room.

You knocked before entering to find her getting her things together.

"Hey Abby," you greeted timidly.

"Can you get everything you need? 'm tired 'nd I wanna go to the trailer," she said, only glancing my way.

You knew when Abby was frustrated it was best to let her cool off, so you simply gathered your things, walked over to her to show you were ready, and she placed her hand on your lower back to guide you out of the room and to the trailer.

Once inside you both set down your stuff, and you decided that you would talk to her now.

You walked over to her as she sat on the slightly small bed and sat down next to her.

"You okay?" you wearily asked.

She managed a soft "mhm fine" before getting up and walking to where her clothes were, pulling off her shirt leaving her in her bra and jeans.

"Tell me what's wrong," you said, walking up to her slowly.

"I said I was fine, jesus," she grunted, rummaging around for her pajamas.

"Abby," you asserted, finally getting her to look at you, "Please,"

She turned away before saying "You're just too fucking nice to people sometimes,"

"What?" You asked, half not fully catching what she said, half wanting her to go on.

"I mean if some fucking weirdo comes over and hugs you, why wouldn't you deck them?"

"Okay, are you talking about that fan? What do you expect me to do; be a dick and shove her off?"

"Yes-No-I don't fucking know," she stuttered before stomping off back to the bed and taking a seat once again.

You sat next to her, in the same spot you were originally in before asking much more gently, "Abs, what's actually wrong?"

She sighed, "Its just, her fucking hands were all over you, and then she gave you that ridiculous thing like she was trying to claim you or something and it pissed me off,"

"Abby, are you jealous?" you asked, slightly teasing.

"Oh fuck off. I have no reason to be, nobody will ever make you feel as good as I do," she said, turning to you, her eyes now displaying her anger had morphed into lust.

"Yeah?" you asked, breaths becoming shorter.

"Yeah, and I'm gonna prove it to you,"

Before you could get another word in, her lips passionately, yet aggressively slammed into yours.

You immediately reciprocated the kiss and reached your hands us, one cradling her face and the other holding her still bare upper waist.

Both her hands creeped around your hips and gripped them harshly as your tongues met, lifting you and placing you straddling her.

You felt her move her lips from yours and quickly move them down to your neck, kissing and licking up until she got to your ear before whispering "you're mine, and no one's gonna fucking change that,"

Your hips grinded down on to hers as you let out a breathy moan at her words, and the new found bulge you felt in her pants.

"Yeah, feel that? Knew I was gonna fuck you tonight, got ready just for you," she whispered in your ear once again, sending waves of exitment throughout your entire body.

She moved her lips back to yours to continue kissing you as she took your shirt and removed it exposed your tits to her.

Abby took her mouth away from yours and hungrily moved them down to your nipples, sucking and biting at them, eliciting a moan from your chest as you grabbed her hair tightly.

You felt her hands reach down and unbutton your jeans before flipping you on your back so she was now hovering over you.

She quickly moved down, removing your pants and underwear together, revealing your sopping wet pussy to her.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Who makes you this wet?" she asked, toying at your lips, pulling them apart so she could see all of you.

"Mmmh you do," you answered her quietly, aching for her to touch you.

"What's that? You have to speak up sweetheart," Abby said, now looking up at you.

"Fuck, Abby, you make me so wet, you're the only one who makes me this wet," you whimpered in response.

You saw Abby smirk before placing a small kiss on your clit before removing her own pants to reveal her strap, looking as ready for you as ever.

"Do you want my cock baby?" She asked, sliding it up and down your pussy, teasing you.

"Shit-yes, Abby please. Please I only want your cock,"

Abby didn't even have to ask and she had you begging, it gave her an insane ego boost that only got her off more.

"Good girl, learning so fast," she praised before painfully slowly sliding her strap deep inside of you, stretching out your walls with each inch that entered.

She pulled out just as slow as before, and without warning, slammed into you at an alarming speed.

Screams of pleasure roared out of your chest as you felt her hips clip yours with every deep thrust.

Abby sat above you, seemingly watching every square inch of your body with pride as she fucked you senseless.

"That's right, my perfect girl taking my cock, perfect little thing," She groaned, feeling intense pleasure of her own from the sight of you mixed with the way her strap rubbed her clit deliciously at every move.

"Oh, god Abby! 'S too good...always so good,"

Abby loved it when you praised her, it made her feel like nobody else could ever compare to her.

And she fucking needed that right now.

She slithered a hand down to wrap around your throat and she squeezed lightly, just the way you liked it.

Abby saw the way your eyes were repeatedly rolling back at each moan as they became higher pitched and she knew you were about to cum.

"You gonna cum for me, huh angel? Cum on my fucking cock?" She asked, burying herself impossibly deeper.

All you could muster up in response was a weak nod and a feverish moan.

"That's right, go ahead, let it go,"

As soon as you heard those words you felt your orgasm wash over you in a wave and Abby's relentless pace slowed down to an eventual stop.

She slid out of you before getting a damp washcloth and cleaning you up, before slipping the both of you under the covers.

Abby wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close so that your head was resting under her chin.

After a long beat of silence you spoke up, softly saying, "I don't think I would ever love someone like I love you,"

Abby pulled your head out from under yours, and leaned down to give you a long, lovingly kiss.

"I'm sorry I got mad, I mean, I was jealous. I just-I just never want you to leave me," she spoke softly with vulnerability in her eyes.

You cupped her face with both hands, placing a kiss on her forehead before whispering, "You aren't ever going to have to worry about that,"

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[vivmaek]

MERCURY IN THE FIFTH HOUSE: Observations

Out of all the placements that I’ve written for, this one has stumped me the most. People with this placement are quite unique. When analyzing Mercury in the fifth house, a sense of playfulness is immediately evident. These people don’t take themselves too seriously. But, this behavior doesn’t come across as childlike. They’re pretty sly, more fairy-like if that makes sense. They have an amazing sense of humor and are constantly making witty remarks. A permanent smirk resides upon their face. They look like they’re up to no good and other people want to join in on the fun! Strategizing is a hobby of theirs, they enjoy a good scheme. People with this placement don’t feel a need to prove their intelligence to others, they just want to make clever jokes. Entertaining people through their words comes naturally to these types, in both written and verbal form. They’re good at impersonations and dominate in the game of charades. In fact, when it comes to board games or any sort of activity that requires mental agility, they’re quick to master it. I think people with this placement might struggle with people overlooking their talents and capabilities. Others only see them for their mischievous nature and would be shocked to know that Mercury fifth housers have incredibly innovative minds. In whatever field they choose to pursue, they will present a creative outlook that offers value and opportunity. I wouldn’t say that professionalism is a strong suit of theirs. They like to keep things casual and don’t want to box in their sense of self expression. People with this placement can be incredibly dramatic sometimes and have a tendency to over exaggerate their words. This can be annoying or exciting depending on the situation. They’re great story tellers and even better at gossiping. Taking a joke too far, or making an off-colored joke at an inappropriate time are the types of situations people with this placement might encounter commonly. Pursuing stand up comedy is something they could find success in. They also make for talented poets and creative writers. They know that in order to be entertaining, paying attention to the fine details is necessary. They don’t cut corners within their creative endeavors. However, they might struggle with followthrough. They’ll start many projects and only finish a few. Just know that if they feel passionate enough to see a project to its end, its high level of quality will generate a lot of praise.

[saltydkdan]

Good morning!

Unsure if I'll post this anywhere else, and I don't have any current plans to use it for anything, but I figured I should let you know

You sir,

have been Ghost Tricked

I've recently fallen in love with the game from your streams (hoping to get it soon) and wanted to try out the style since its relatively similar to my own

Based this off the sona you used for your art twitter, took some creative liberties for accuracy, mixed a little of your regular sona in there, and color picked from in-game models

When I have time I may do a model/expression sheet to match (but I kinda have to finish my own sona first lol)

In the meantime, if you have any suggestions for changes/fixes/preferences let me know & I can make adjustments

Take care!

ERM HELLO?????????? THIS IS CRAZY GOOD OMG

I love this so much how you- how you just gonna drop this in my inbox I’m DYING.

I’m so glad to show Ghost Trick to more people because it is PEAKKKKK. I wanna stream the rest of the game soon SO BAD but I’ve been so busy prepping for end of the year stuff it SUCKS.

But seriously Smagumph, you absolute madlad I have zero fucking notes this is incredible (and probably the closest an artist has gotten to my actual appearance lately??? Crazy shit lol)

THANK YOU SO MUCH

[purplegrapevines]

I Can Take It

Pairing: sub!Vi x fem!dom!reader

Content: smut, rough sex, overstimulation

Word count: 1.6k

Vi's fingers combed through your hair as she gently kissed your lips. You allow her tongue to explore your mouth as she has you pinned against the wall.

Vi pushes you onto the bed and climbs on top of you. God, she’s so hot. She pulls your shirt off, as she continues to make out with you. 

You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her even closer, and you tug her shirt off as well. Your eyes trail down as you admire her incredibly defined abs, her breathing moving them slightly.

“Vi, I want to try something new today,” you say.

“What is it, baby?” Vi asks, looking at you attentively, as she runs her fingers through your hair again.

“Wanna fuck you." 

Vi’s eyes widen for a second, and she looks a bit surprised. But then a teasing smile blooms on her face and she chuckles.

“You think you can fuck me, baby? Remember what happened the last time you tried that?” You remember. The last time you tried, she managed to take over again, and then she fucked you until you cried. 

You’ve made her cum in various ways, but you’ve never actually fucked her before.

“I can do it,” you reply confidently, “and I have a surprise.” Vi looks intrigued. 

“What is it, Cupcake?” she asks. You reach under the bed and pull out a box. Vi watches as you open it to reveal a medium-sized black strap-on.

“What? You wanna be fucked by this one, too?” Vi asks you. 

You shake your head, “No, silly, it's for you.” You boop her nose. Vi laughs when she hears your plans for the strap.

“Huh? You’re serious? You’re gonna fuck me with a strap?” Vi chuckles, “I’d like to see how long that lasts, baby.”

“I’ll last, trust me this time,” you say. Vi smirks.

“Prove it,” Vi responds.

“Seriously? No more convincing?”

“Cupcake, I know you’re not actually gonna do it. You’ll give up before the tip is even in, and then you’ll beg me to fuck you.”

“I won’t!” you protest. 

“Let’s see for ourselves, then, shall we? Give it a go, baby,” Vi challenges. You keep your serious expression on as you unbutton her pants. Vi doesn’t know what’s in store for her.

You pull her pants off and throw them on the floor. You reach for her underwear next, and you look up at her, silently asking for her permission. Vi nods.

“I’m gonna fuck that stupid smirk off your face,” you say, slowly dragging her underwear down her legs. Vi stretched and puts her arms behind her head, resting like she's on the beach.

You remove your clothes, following by attaching the strap to your waist.

"Give me the lube," you tell Vi. She reaches behind her and hands it to you, still seeming confident that you won't actually fuck her.

You squirt some of it onto your fingers.

"Lift your knees for me, baby," you tell her, and Vi complies. Her dripping pussy is on display, and you reach for it with your lubed up fingers.

With any verbal warning, you push your middle finger inside her hole. Vi's breath hitches.

You thrust it in and out a few times before you slowly add in another finger. You had never done this to Vi before. It felt... different. It felt good.

You thrust and spread her out with your fingers. Your fingers curl and Vi suddenly moans. In slight surprise, you avert your gaze to her face, and you see her face the same color as her hair as she hides it behind her hands.

You quickly grab them with your free hand and pin them to the bed.

"Don't hide your face from me," you tell her, "Be good." Vi nods. Her smirk was definitely gone by now. A bead of sweat drips down her flushed face.

You laugh, "I didn't even use the strap yet, and you already look like this." Vi blushes more and she looks embarrassed.

"Are you... actually planning on fucking me?" Vi asks.

"Yes. Do you not want it?"

"No, I do! I can take it. Easily." Vi says. You roll your eyes, she's back to her usual cockiness. But you see right through her. You can tell she's a bit nervous.

"Then you won't mind if I... do this." You thrust a third finger inside her, stretching her hole out more. Vi moaned loudly in pain and pleasure.

You start to move your fingers even faster, curling them to hit that one spot in her that makes her see stars.

“Oh, fuck…” Vi moans. Vi tries to squirm away from you to get away from the overwhelming pleasure, but you hold her down with your free arm.

"No. You can take it. “Remember what you said?” you say, increasing your pace. Vi tries to argue, but she can barely speak, only trying to hold back her moans, which she is clearly failing at.

“I’m cumming!” Vi shouts, her hands gripping the bedsheets hard while sweat ran down her face. You make sure you remember how beautiful Vi looks with this fucked-out expression.

“Cum for me.” And with that, Vi’s back arches and she finally lets go. Her moans and whimpers are music to your ears.

As she comes down from her high, you gently kiss her lips and start leaving a trail down her neck.

She kisses you back. You both are sweaty and out of breath, but neither of you care.

You finally pull away, get back on your knees in between her legs.

“What are you doing?” Vi asks. You laugh at her question.

“Baby, I haven’t even used the strap yet. What do you think I’m wearing this for?” You say.

Vi shakes her head, “I just came.”

You ignore her as you grab her right knee, and lift her leg up to rest on your left shoulder. You wrap an arm around the leg to keep her in place.

“Get ready for me, baby,” you say. Vi tries to squirm away, but is too weak from her previous orgasm.

“Please… I can’t take it,” Vi admits. Her face turns pink.

“You can, and you will,” you say, shutting down her protests, “But if you really want it to stop, then say the word. Do you understand?” Vi nods, but she doesn’t say the word. Oh, her and her ego.

You begin to line the strap up with her dripping entrance. In one swift motion, you thrust it in. Since she’s stretched out already, you bottom out quickly.

Vi screams at the sudden stretch and the overstimulation.

“Hurts!” Vi yells. Her fingers claw into the bedsheets below her, and her eyes are squeezed shut.

You gently stroke her hair to comfort her, but you don’t stop. You slowly pull the strap out until about half of it was in. You intertwine your fingers with hers before you thrust it in hard.

Vi screams.

“Sensitive! It’s so sensitive, please!” Vi begs. Her legs jolt and she tries to close them, but you hold the leg on your shoulder tightly.

You repeat your ministrations, as Vi screams again and again. It sounded like a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Aw, baby, it hurts, doesn’t it?” You say, sounding somewhat mocking even though you don’t intend for it to sound that way.

Vi nods in response, as her whole body trembles. You kiss her knee, but make no other attempt to be easier on her.

Instead, you increase your pace and lean forward, bringing Vi’s leg near her chest.

The wet sounds of her pussy taking your strap is clouded by her loud screams. Her hand clutches your hand harder.

“You’re doing so good,” you tell her, your pace not faltering for one second.

Vi doesn’t, and can’t, respond. It hurts but it feels so good. You make her feel so good. You reach down and start to rub her clit. 

Vi starts to feel her second orgasm approaching due to your precise thrusts and quick rubbing of her clit. She starts to tremble violently. She tries to tell you that she’s cumming, but she can’t form the words. Well, you could probably guess that by now.

Determined, you rub her clit even faster and bite on her neck.

Vi finally tips over the edge, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she sees stars.

You drag out her high and continue rubbing her clit, though your strap stays still, buried inside of her.

Vi tries to push your hand away as tears fall down her cheeks.

“Please, no more, please! Begging you!” Vi yells in pain.

You finally let up, moving your hand away from her red and swollen pussy.

As gently as you can, you remove the strap from her hole. Vi winces and whimpers. 

Once the strap is out, you unfasten it and toss it on the floor for cleaning later.

You plop next to her, tired and worn out. Not as worn out as Vi though. You turn on your side towards her and run your hand down her face. Vi smiles softly at the action and her your hand in hers, looking up at you with those beautiful, gray eyes.

“Are you okay, baby? Was it too much?” you ask.

Vi shakes her head and scoots closer to you.

“It was so good…” Vi says as she rests her head on your shoulder and starts to drift off.

“We should do this more,” you say.

Vi nods.

“Yeah…” Vi says, sounding sleepy.

You look down at her face again, and softly chuckle to yourself when you see that she has fallen asleep.

“You took it so well, baby."

[lisannastraussisanangel]

Oooh body horror of dragon slayers love to see what u come up with 😈 ~

You get me! I'm so excited to do this!

Natsu's veins look like actual lava. Most times its very faint and you can't see it but when he gets mad they glow

His blood is so hot that it burns through things. He got a nose bleed once and melted a table

If he uses dragon force too often, his skin starts to blister and peel like super bad burns.

He also has a ton of burn scars. He didn't build up a tolerance to heat overnight and almost all of his body has rough, painful looking scars (little Natsu was always wrapped in bandages)

Gajeel's dead skin is straight iron and can give people tiny cuts. He wears a ton of lotion because any bit of roughness can hurt the people close to him

This is also the case for cuts on his body. The edges of the wounds sharpen and make it almost impossible to get stitches or bandages. He's also injured several doctors

His eyes and skin end up yellowing with age because of the extreme amount of iron in his body

His skin is either insanely cold or hot. If he gets too hot his skin turns bright red and sizzles. Too cold and he can actually freeze over (also yes, he rusts especially around his fingers and toes)

If Wendy uses her Dragon Force too much, she starts sprouting little feather nubs in her normal form. She has to pull them out with tweezers. It's very painful

Overtime her face and hands develop muscle spasms and tremors. She has a hard time controlling her expressions and gets to the point where she can't even hold items because her hands shake so violently

When she uses too much magic, her skin starts to turn blue from lack of oxygen. She has passed out from it before but it's very rare. The blue is almost every time and her lips are now constantly blue

Her finger nails are black/brown from the lack of oxygen in her blood. Overtime her finger tips turn the same color, but the nails start soon after her first dragon force (she hid it by painting her nails but had to tell others once her actual fingers started to turn)

Laxus' veins are also insane. They mostly look crazy like lighting bolts across his entire body. Drawing blood from him is a nightmare. Especially because his veins are incredibly thin too

He also has a shit ton of burn scars. More so on his hands and arms but also the inside of his mouth is incredibly scarred because of use of his magic

His entire back is covered in those lightning bolt scars too. They are not super visible but if you get up close it's insane

Erik's blood is straight acid. Just a papercut is enough to seriously injure someone. It's so strong that he can't even be operated on.

His skin is super thin. Like if you shine a strong flashlight on him, you can see all his veins and stuff

Because Sting's entire body makes light, he has like an insane amount of sun damage. His skin is very rough, cracked, and often has random burn spots scattered around his body

Rogue straight up feels like a dead body. When he was a kid, he looked like one too. Too skinny, bones popping out, super pale, and cold. As he got older he learned how to bulk up, but his magic still takes it's toll on his body

His pupils are always super big. Like you can barely see his eye color because his pupils are massive. Because of this, his eyes look absolutely massive

[allthemeninmybed]

Coming to the surface

Part II

Read Part I here.

Summary: Reader is a member of the band’s photography crew and they are barely ever on the same page with Vessel. They both think highly of one another but it’s merely professional. At least they think.

Pairing: Vessel x mid-size/plus size fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+ language

Word count: 1228

A/N:  I hope you like it, please, don’t forget to give me feedback! And let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part! 🖤

- “I’m sorry Vessel, I… I don’t know what came over me, I…” – fuck, did I ruin the moment? You think to yourself.

- “No, don’t be sorry.” – his words are barely audible, his cheeks flush with a hint of color. He doesn’t want to admit to himself just how much he needed your tender touch until this point. You didn’t ruin the moment; you made it more profound and more real.

You kiss his head again and again and again. He’s pressing his head against your breasts while he hugs you harder. All of your movements are slow and you like it. So intimate, so elevated, almost loving.

He's aware of the way your body curved against his. This is a dangerous moment; one he isn’t sure he's allowed to explore.

- “Can we…?” – his head remain pressed against your chest, craving your touch like he would crave air itself.

- “Can we what…?” – you ask whispering, still stroking his hair and also moving your hand lower, caressing the side if his face and his jawline.

- “Stay like this for a little while.” – he tilts his head to offer his cheek to you.

- “Yes… I want it more than anything.” – you whispered.

- “Promise me something.” – he said seriously.

- “Anything.”

- “Promise me that if I get too overwhelmed you won’t hesitate to pull away as gently as possible.” – he pauses as he tries to control his breath.

You’re perplexed. His voice is gentle but what he says is a bit darker than what you’ve expected him telling you.

- “What… what do you mean by too overwhelmed…?”

He looks at you with a hint of sadness and guilt in his expression, his eyes lingering against your curves.

- “You… you’re beautiful and I want to touch…” – he pauses and bites his lip.

It's so simple, so innocent. The way he said it made it obvious for you that he never disliked you really. Quite the opposite.

- “What… what do you want to touch…?” – you ask him whispering, looking deep into his sad eyes.

Vessel gulps. It’s obvious that you’re affecting him in a way he’s never thought possible and he’s feeling overwhelmed by the feelings of desire coursing through his body. The thought of touching you makes him shiver, his eyes flicker to your breasts, then back to your eyes, his breathing becoming shallow.

- “Please.”

You see him battling himself, he probably never thought he could like you. To be honest you never did either but there you were. He keeps glancing up but his eyes are glued to your breasts.

- “Answer me, Ves.” – you want to hear him say it.

- “Just your neck, your hair. I swear, please.” – the words leave his mouth awkwardly and he holds his breath, watching you intently for any signs of your approval.

- “You can… I want you to…” – you whisper the words slowly, the semi-dark room almost absorbing your voice. His hesitant hands start to move closer to you.

His eyes widen as your words confirm you trust him, his breath is shaky as he gently leans his head over your body, his chin resting against your chest. The urge to kiss you and do something daring is incredible but he fights the temptation. Instead, he closes his eyes and nuzzles your neck, pressing his lips onto your skin as he breathes deep.

Feeling his fingertips and then his lips on your neck is something else, a soft moan escapes your mouth. He’s still sitting and you’re standing, this bodily hierarchy serves your assumption of him well. You think he likes to be gentle and servile, but you’ll find out soon enough.

His hands find your waist, wrapping around your body, clinging you tightly, he pulls you even closer. He presses his lips to your neck softly. He’s moving lower and lower with his kisses towards your cleavage as he’s glancing up to you with a puppy-like expression on his face, as if asking for permission. You’re waiting for him to ask.

- “Please.” – his voice is barely a whisper. He needs your permission to do more and until you confirm it, he’s holding himself back.

- “Please what…?” – you tease him a little but you already know what he wants.

- “More.” – he gulps and glances again at your chest. His desire and need are palpable but he can’t force you, you have the power. His fingers find your tits, gently caressing them through your shirt.

Feeling his fingers stroking you hesitantly forces a sharp exhale out of you. He looks so needy, so desperate for you, you can’t really believe this is happening. He craves the comfort you’re offering him so much that he cannot take his eyes off of you while he keeps touching your breasts softly. His puppy eyes are killing you; you give him the green light; you nod looking down at him.

- “Okay…”

There’s something thrilling about being allowed to explore and touch your body, something powerful about the intimacy of the moment to the point where he feels like crying. His hands move up to your shirt, his eyes flickering down and then up your body as he searches for your gaze. His lips and tongue slip over the bare flesh of your breast as you feel one hand slide inside your shirt. He’s kissing your skin eagerly but there’s no haste in his movements. You moan as his hand is gripping you under your shirt, his long delicate fingers feel so good. He gently and slowly pulls your top up, revealing your breasts in your bra. He looks up to you, pleading for your attention, the look on his face ignites something in you. You can’t speak though; the words are stuck in your throat.

The way your body reacted to his touch is exhilarating and the look on your face is a sign that you aren’t going to stop him. His hands cup your breasts, squeezing them softly as he pushes his face softly against them, planting kisses and nibbling tenderly on your nipple.

- “Oh my god…” – you moan loudly.

He's kissing and sucking on your nipple and he looks up to you while doing it. He looks so fucking hot; you’re losing your mind. He’s slow and sensual, this whole thing is the most erotic experience that you’ve ever had and you’re having it with him, a man you thought didn’t like you at all.

- “Does that feel good? Am I going too fast? Should I stop?” – he feels like he’s getting lost in the moment. His voice suggests eagerness you’ve never seen before.

- “Yeah, it feels good… my god, no… no, don’t stop, please… I can’t believe this is happening…”

- “You’re so sexy, you know that?” – he whispers.

- “Fuck, Ves… I thought I irritated you, I thought… god…” – the way he’s looking up, holding eye contact while listening to you does something to you. You’re overwhelmed, your brain is running overdrive.

- “You drive me bloody insane. I haven’t been able to get enough of you.” – he means every word. Now that you’re letting him touch you his hands roam your body, making their way down your stomach, his lips following, placing little kisses on your tummy.

That’s when your insecurities sound the alarm.

Read Part III here.

There's a part three coming! Let me know if you want to be tagged! 🖤

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More Nimona headcanons cause I'm bored

Bal and Ambrosius are absolutely those people who take Valentines Day seriously 

But not in the way you would think

They’re not that couple that acts like Valentine's Day is specific to couples

No they acknowledge that its about all kind of love platonic, familial, self love the whole shebang

So they go out of their way to spend time with their friends and loved ones and take time to take care of themselves 

Some years they even host little get together with their loved ones

Like don't get me wrong they absolutely spoil each other rotten and have stupidly sappy romantic dinners 

But that isn’t the main focus of the day

They kind of expected Nimona to hate Valentine's Day 

I mean it seems like the perfect time for her to rant about how “Valentine's Day is a made up Holiday by greeting card companies”

But they fucking love Valentine's Day 

It’s the one day out of the year that their favorite colors are spread across the city and chocolate is literally everywhere 

They even participate in the boy's little get-togethers and help them set up

So in my personal opinion there is no way that a singular person in the trio had a normal childhood 

In the clip of Bal jumping the fence he looked around 7-9 which is when I assume he started his training and we can assume he was homeless before that

Ambrosius has been training to be a knight since he was a kid

And the only moments we got to see Nimona being a kid were with Gloreth which is really short in the grand scheme of her existence 

So I like to think that they take at least one day out of the month to do something childish

Whether that be going to an amusement park, hanging out in an arcade, going to a movie theater and then getting ice cream afterward

You know things that none of them got to do when they were “kids”

And slowly but surely they start to heal their inner child

They really look forward to those days and it becomes the highlight of their month

I feel like the trio all have different ideas of money

Even though he didn’t have a great childhood money was never something he dreamed of worrying about

And not in like a snobby way either (it’s lowkey cute to watch this grown man try and wrap his head around taxes)

There have been multiple times when Bal has expressed that he wants something and Ambrosius buys it without thinking 

Bal will just look at him and go “Love this was 6,000 dollars” and Ambrosius just tilts his head like a golden retriever and goes “Yeah is that okay”

All the while Bal is trying not to puke because he hasn’t held more than 400 dollars in his hand 

Nimona has no concept of money because whenever he wanted something he’d steal it 

He’s been around longer than money so he finds the concept incredibly amusing 

She’s gotten in multiple arguments with finance bros because she’s said with a straight face “Why can’t we just print more?” 

And she just laughed as their faces got progressively redder because she genuinely doesn’t get it 

Bal is on the complete opposite side of the spectrum 

He’s always been cautious of his spending 

And while this isn’t inherently a bad thing it’s stopped him from doing things he really wants 

Slowly but surely Nimona and Ambrosius have gotten him to break those habits 

Mostly by spending Ambrosius' families money

[the-peak-tmnt]

So Leo sees the world through Raphs or his other brothers eyes right? Does it look normal or is it like fuzzier or blurrier? Or maybe the vision isn't blurry but the comprehension of whats happening blurs in and out a little bit?? I bet Leos perspective of everything happening is so disorientating and sad. Anyway here's a drawing I did. I really like your work!

AHHHH THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!

Holy shit, I love this so much! The colors are amazing, especially with Leo and his shadow against them. And the way he’s boxed in to reflect his captivity…incredible imagery! Raph and Mikey's expressions are just so perfect, too! Just WOW dude! I’m so blown away by your visual interpretation of what Leo is seeing!!!

Thank you so much for the fan art 😭 It’s impossible to express how much it means to me when people are inspired by the story enough to create something. Seriously just so, so, SO rewarding, and it inspires me right back! THANK YOU!

Also, I love this question! I'm absolutely dying to reveal more about how the mental link between the brothers works, and how Leo experiences the world  beyond the place he’s being kept through Raph.

If things go according to plan, we will learn more about this in about 3 to 4 chapters. But I can’t help myself but give a little bit away early since you asked! If you aren’t afraid of some tiny spoilers, I’ll add more below the cut!

SPOILERS (KINDA?)

You totally hit the nail on the head! I literally have the word “disorienting” in my WIP document for a later chapter, because that’s the perfect description of how it feels for Leo at first.

As he continues to develop his skills over time, things become clearer whenever he “tags along” with Raph. He didn’t lie to Raph in Chapter 13 about not being able to hear Raph’s thoughts as clearly as he can when they’re in the dream room together. When Raph is awake and Leo is tagging along, he’s perceiving Raph’s sensory experience more so than his emotional state.

The turtles’ emotional states DO affect the “quality” of the connection, though. It’s implied that Leo’s been experiencing whatever media Raph is watching through the mind link, and that it’s clear enough that Leo can even hear dialogue. That’s because Raph is relaxed and (more or less) content when just hanging out watching YouTube or a movie.

The more unsettled, upset, or distressed Raph is, the less Leo can connect. This is why Leo tells Raph “I couldn’t feel you for a while” in Chapter 6. Raph had a panic attack/dissociative episode after speaking with Splinter, so Leo wasn’t able to connect with him at all. Leo doesn’t understand that’s what happened, though, thinking instead he maybe pushed the limits of their connection too far…

That being said, how everything works could very well change…if Raph ever decides to pick up that book again 😉

PS: I am losing my mind that you included Casey as something Leo saw! Because even though Raph/the reader doesn’t know it yet, Leo is aware that Casey has entered Raph’s life and this is IMPORTANT AHHHHHHH

[au-wannabe-the-very-best]

Just found your Super Train AU and rotating it around in my head like a microwave.XD

Thinking about the Subway Clan's relationship with the other clans in Hisui. Like maybe since Lady Sneasler took a liking to to Ingo, the Pearl Clan was a bit miffed since she's one of their Nobles, but they accept her decisions and see this as a sign from Almighty that this new clan should be accepted. Maybe even more readily than the Galaxy Team, since no Noble chose any of their number. Maybe depending on how long the Subway crew was there, there was feeling of dread within both of the clans that either Lord Kleavor or Lord Braviary would also pick Wardens from the new clan.

Anyway, I can still see Irida and Ingo still having at least a friendly if professional relationship. Like when it became clear Sneasler chose Ingo, she took it upon herself to give him the Warden band and flute, explaining the whole deal about Wardens and Nobles to him and stressing how this was an incredibly sacred duty to care for one of the descendants of the ten Noble pokemon that helped the Ancient Hero and were blessed by Almighty Sinnoh itself.

No pressure.XD

I really like the thought that before anyone even came around to inform Ingo about the whole "Noble Pokémon" and "Almighty Sinnoh" thing, he was just sorta hanging with Sneasler and making baby noises at her kits. Naming all of them and giving them different colored scarves to differentiate them. Kissing their lil heads. Letting them run wild in his personal train car that he's living in. Their itty bitty claws like to scratch at the seats because the whole train is made to withstand battles, so it's just a scratching post that never wears out. They're living in luxury!

Then Irida comes along and is like This Is A Sacred Figure To Our Clan. And Ingo's internally like "oh shit I've been making kissy faces and squishing the face of this Sacred Clan Figure. They CAN NOT ever know about this, I'm taking this to my GRAVE."

Ingo's face is completely blank but internally he's an anxious wreck as Irida explains the duty of a Warden etc. Meanwhile Irida is just thinking "this looks like a confident man who knows what he's doing, I can see how he became the leader of his clan."

Ingo Does Not know what he is doing.

I think Ingo endears himself to Irida pretty quickly because despite not smiling all too much, he's a very kindhearted and polite man, and he's the type to express his admiration out loud whenever possible. Irida actually gains a lot of confidence in her leadership skills whenever she and Ingo talk. She'll mention tough decisions she's had to make and Ingo's just like, my, you're doing such a fine job leading your people! Don't be so hard on yourself, you've accomplished all your tasks and led everyone to a stable and safe destination—

Yeah Irida likes this dude. He talks a lot and he's loud, but he's just so nice and respectful that you can't find him annoying or anything. Plus, he takes his work very seriously and is probably one of the best Wardens she's ever seen. Not to mention he's got a group of people helping him protect the highlands and take care of the Noble— that actually leads Irida to wondering if it's a good idea to assign smaller groups to the Wardens to help make their jobs less dangerous and more efficient. Something to think about.

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Does bill have "a type"? Since you said he only dates every millennium, what kinds of stuff would catch this lunatic's eye? What would motivate him?

You're getting a read more because I listed every single blessed thing I could think of. The tl;dr:

artists (who depict him)

hot eyeballs (subjective)

no head

bright natural coloration

emotional doormats

party animals

nerds, provided they're also attractive other ways

worshipers

things that can injure him

getting gifts

someone who expresses interest first but lets him take the lead

really tacky expensive displays of wasting wealth

someone he thinks is similar enough to "understand" him

This is the first point because it's the answer he'd give: if you ASK him, he'll say he's "a complete sucker for those deep, brooding artist types." He'll say this like it's his biggest weakness. He says it like it's a charming little character flaw. This is the narrative he tells himself. What he ACTUALLY means is if you hit on him, and if you have created art of him (visual art, sculpture, music, poetry), the odds that he'll return the interest go up by 1000%. He is incredibly vain, he loves art of himself, and "willing to give Bill art of himself" is an insanely attractive trait.

Some species have sexy eyeballs. Other species don't. It just so happens that Earth, as a whole, has evolved an array of eyeballs that are by and large pretty sexy when compared to the multiversal baseline. Those little, like, thready filament things in the irises? Mesmerizing. Visible veins?? Drive him crazy. Bloodshot eyes? Gonna be haunting his fantasies for weeks. Top tier is those frog eyes with multiple colors or crazy crackly-looking patterns.

He's not a fan of heads. Like, when a species puts a face on a little bobbly looking thing separated from the rest of the body, rather than right on the torso where it belongs? Looks weird. It's not a dealbreaker but he's definitely more attracted to species that put their faces where they belong. Similarly, a mouth without an eye in it looks weird.

Big fan of bright colors. You know what's attractive? Looking like Lisa Frank colored you. Wearing bright colors isn't as good as being bright colors, but he still finds wearing bright colors to be an attractive trait.

If you combine the last three points, I think that I accidentally made Bill's ideal lover a poison dart frog.

Usually at some point pretty early in the dating process he's gonna say something like "Just so you know—really, I'm not as bad as all the rumors and gossip and ancient legends and globally-broadcasted warning PSAs make me sound. But: I am totally crazy. You wanna stick with me, you've gotta be cool with crazy." What he's looking for is someone who says "oh I am SO cool with crazy, I am the MOST cool with crazy, crazy is GREAT." When he says this, he's not saying "I'm actually mentally ill and need someone who's supportive and understanding." He's also not saying "I'm a wild crazy fun party guy and I want a partner who can keep up with that lifestyle." What he's saying is "I am an inconsistent and inconsiderate asshole who will show no regard for you, and in a year when you're complaining about the selfish harmful things I'm doing, I'll get to roll my eye and go 'I THOUGHT you SAID you were COOL with crazy. Are you NOT cool with crazy??' And then I'll complain about you to my friends." So: he'll focus on naive emotional doormats he can push around. He'll probably draw back from someone who stands up to him, unless he got seriously interested in them before they grew a spine.

But that said, he is also more likely to show interest in people who can keep up with his lifestyle. He parties with apocalypse machines. If he sees an alien at a party where three absolutely wasted demigods started mixing sink chemicals and accidentally set off a big bang that took out half the neighborhood, and the next weekend he sees that alien at another party? That means they party hard, they don't scare easy, they don't die easy, and they avoided the cops. That's somebody he wants to spend time with. If they're not lover material, they might be Henchmaniac material. Similar opinions on substance use and mass destruction a plus.

He's kinda into nerds. Not in and of themselves, but if they already hit other traits he likes, that's a plus. If he has a choice between two identical people and one's dumb as a rock, he prefers the one who knows lots of things and likes to share facts and trivia. Bill goes for long, long stretches without feeling curiosity, and those stretches typically coincide with when he feels most depressed; someone who can drive him to think a little bit is a godsend.

If someone literally worships him, like as a god, he's into that. It's not partner material but he'll put a star next to their name in his booty call list.

Any novel Extreme Sensations, he likes. Particularly pain. Not a lot of stuff can hurt him in his true form. If someone can make him feel pain, that's interesting to him. Not even necessarily in a BDSM way. If holding someone's hand feels like being electrocuted, or they give off a gas that makes everything too loud and makes him see weird colors? That's someone he wants to touch.

I think I've just added another trait to the "poison dart frog" column.

His love language is gifts & favors, both giving and receiving. If somebody gives him a gift, he'll remember them positively. Even if it's a kinda lame gift. It makes him feel liked. Roses & chocolates would work on him.

He's not liable to be the first to express interest, because he finds being rejected utterly devastating. On the other hand, he prefers to take the lead/call the shots in a relationship. So if somebody lets it be known that they're interested in him, but then hangs back to allow him to make the first move? Appealing.

He's a sucker for gold and tacky displays of wealth. Like he's sort of disgusted by wealthy people, but he's very into wealth. If you're rich have fun with it. If you're not ordering a $900 sundae coated with gold leaf just because you can then what's the POINT. Also, Bill is tacky. If some multidimensional billionaire decides to show an interest in him by gifting him an extremely ugly diamond-covered top hat, he'd probably let them do things to him that he wouldn't even confess to his doctor. (He doesn't have a doctor but.) I think what this boils down to is that he's only into rich people who are living like they want to go broke as soon as possible.

He goes through most of his existence feeling like Nobody Understands Him. Part of this is because he's bad at communicating his sincere feelings & emotional needs and even worse at relating to or caring about other people; but part of it is just because there's not a whole lot of people who can directly relate to "my ambition drove me to destroy my entire universe and ever since then I've been grappling with the paralyzing guilt while struggling to find a new universe." So when he DOES meet somebody who he believes can really, truly understand him the way most people can't? He emotionally latches onto them HARD. Not necessarily romantically, but it easily could be. This is last on the list but probably the most important point to getting a genuine emotional connection rather than fleeting physical attraction from him.

Example that hits multiple of the above points: one of his longest & most emotionally meaningful relationships was with a sentient black hole who—quite literally—destroys anyone who gets too close to her, and is constantly wracked with chronic pain due to being a fucking black hole. She did poetry at open mic nights. She'd go up to a mic and say something like "this poem is called The Taste Of Unwillingly Consuming The Solar System You Called Your Home" and then scream into the microphone for five minutes without pause. Bill was like "she's the only one in the multiverse who Gets It." He is a sucker for brooding artists. She let him get away with unspeakable things because he's one of the only entities powerful enough to get physically close to her and survive. Which was incredibly painful, but hey, he was into that too.

Maybe they'd still be together if she looked like a frog.

[issillage]

Sanzu — Borderline Psychopath.

TW : drug use against your will, forced kiss, mention of blowjob and its further implementation.

You know better than to get involved with a man who is on the verge of psychopathy, right? Wait, are you on your knees already?..

Sanzu doesn’t consider you special. On the contrary, you seem boring and ordinary to death — so much so that he even became interested.

Seriously, you're so corny—always with the same face at the reception desk and smile stiffly politely at the residents all your shift. There’s not an ounce of madness in your eyes, your words are memorized and of the same type.

On one of the monotonous working days, your superiors have sent you to the top floor of a residential complex, where wealthy people live in penthouses. But you didn't expect that instead of listening to the domestic whims of a rich resident, you’d be roughly pushed inside and the door would close with a piercing click.

“I'm wondering how many pills I need to feed you to make your healthy psyche crack at the seams?” Haruchiyo was pressing you against the wall, your shoulder blades aching from a rough collision with a hard surface. While his palm was pressed tightly into your mouth, his gaze didn’t leave yours, followed every breath and tremor. “You're too normal, it's completely tasteless. Tell me, what should I bring you to?”

Like a Cheshire cat, he smiled broadly and slyly. Just the thought that you’ll be dependent on him and lust after him—makes Sanzu’s heart beat faster, scroll through color pictures in his head.

“I have to see this pretty face of yours grimacing with pain and pleasure at the same time. Y/n, how do you look when you're high?” Sanzu watches with perverted interest how your eyes widened when his knee gets between your legs and pushes them apart. ”It's especially nice to spoil everything normal, don’t you thing so?"

He put the pill into his mouth and leaned his head back, closing eyes. The vein in his neck swelled, and lips stretched in a smile of pleasure. Turning his attention back to you, Sanzu’s already dilated pupils were running over your face, and tongue pressing against the inside of his cheeks—as if the movements of his tongue subtly (thickly) hinted at what you’re going to do this night.

“After this magic pill, an unusual hunger appears. And I'm not just talking about food.” Sanzu removed his palm from your mouth, but before you could take a breath, your lips were enclosed in a violent kiss. The knee between your legs rose higher, teasingly touching the intimate place while men's hands inquisitively led over your curves. “Swallow it.”

In addition to his tongue, you felt another foreign object in your mouth—a drug that he gave you through a kiss—promising to engulf you in a fit of madness and passion. Placing his palms on your cheeks, Sanzu deepened the kiss and pushed the pill further with the tip of his tongue—forcing you to swallow it.

“Well done. But that's not all, Y/n. You still have an incredibly boring expression on your face.” with a defiant smack, Sanzu reluctantly pulled away from your lips, letting you catch your breath. He leaned into your ear, a whisper escaped from him. “Be a good puppet and get on your knees. Show me how you work with your mouth.”

Sanzu hates normal people, because he’s never been one. And you’re so ordinary and boring that he attends to spoil it with pleasure—Sanzu will stain you in a thick resin of addiction and madness

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ACNH creator showcase #8, Mia from Reverie! Creator code is MA-0190-3505-4239. Mia has a solidly incredible eye for fashion and design. The Moon Magic series up there clearly has every single piece designed separately, none of the copypasting to different shapes without adjusting waistlines that you see from some prolific designers. Fortunes Foretold is one of the most accurate Victorian pieces of its type I've ever seen -- I can practically hear the fringe of jet beads jingling when it moves, and feel the texture of the sheer lace apron on Sunset Maiden. The hints of pintucked yoke texture on the bodice of Garden Walk... seriously, I can't. The kind of precision it takes to do this sort of art with joycons.

Do you see the hem stripes on Autumn Cheer? The way they follow the wiggles of the skirt edge? That doesn't happen. The game cuts a curve into the lowest pixel line of your skirt on that design. Mia had to draw those stripes *curved*, following the lines of the curve the game was going to cut, in order to make them look like they were appliqued parallel to the hem. I don't think I can possibly express how much I haven't seen that done anywhere else.

October Dreams is on a kimono pattern, but when you walk, the way the skirt moves around your legs gives the illusion that it's a jumpsuit, with the costume bones placed exactly where your legs are under the fabric. Custom jumpsuits don't exist in this game. Mia faked a jumpsuit with the power of design.

People who know Breath of the Wild have probably already gotten the utter genius that's the Revali's Gale design, but for the rest of y'all -- Revali is an anthropomorphic bird. Mia's using the flappy sleeves of the kimono design to create his wings, and the same visual trick as on October Dreams for his fluffy gray-feathered legs. The colors and textures are a perfect match. Just, the sheer artistry on display here!

(Seriously. Using the kimono sleeves for his wings. I'm not gonna be over that one for A While. It's one of those strokes of genius that seems like it should have been perfectly obvious, and yet there it is and you didn't think of it first. They're the right shape and everything!)

[likecastle]

if ur still taking prompts! that ronance boxer fic got me thinking about nancy experiencing gender euphoria! so gender exploration with maybe a lil something with robin being a supportive girlfriend?

I don't know if this is quite what you were hoping for, anon, but it's what I wound up with!

“I should just return it,” Nancy says, gazing longingly at the mirror.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Robin counters from the bed.

Nancy runs her palms along the tailored sides of her jacket against her waist, so nipped it gives even her slender frame the impression of a hourglass figure. “It was so expensive.”

“Worth it,” Robin insists. “Seriously, Nance, it’s like it was made for you.”

Nancy sighs. “It really does fit well.” She loves the way the skirt hugs her hips, the slippery slide of the lining when she moves.

“It fits incredibly well,” Robin agrees. “And the color is great on you.”

It is a good color, a plum so dark it’s almost black—so far from the lavenders and mauves she favored in college, but purple’s never failed her yet. She bites her lip. “You don’t think it’ll look, I don’t know, frivolous? Over the top?” The bullpen is a sea of greys and beiges these days. “I don’t want to seem like I’m trying to stand out.”

Nancy catches sight of Robin’s grin in the mirror. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but you’re gonna stand out no matter what you wear.”

Nancy turns to face Robin now. “So you’re saying I should return it.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “That is not what I’m saying at all.”

“Because if it doesn’t matter what I wear, then I might as well not waste half my paycheck on a suit I probably won’t even work up the nerve to wear.”

“What I’m saying,” Robin says pointedly, “is that it makes you look smart and sexy and extremely in-charge. Which is to say, it makes you look like you.”

Nancy feels, of all things, a knot forming in her throat. Because that’s what she thought, too, standing there in the fitting room in her stocking feet. That was why she hadn’t been able to put it back on the rack and leave it behind—because wearing it made her feel something she’s been chasing ever since that internship at the Hawkins Post, maybe even longer than that. She feels powerful in this suit in a way she never really did in all her frilly pink blouses in college, or in the unobtrusive grey blazers she started wearing in college, just to blend in.

“Have I ever mentioned,” Robin says, reaching out to take Nancy’s hands and draw her closer, “the crush I had on Hildy Johnson in His Girl Friday?”

“You think?” Nancy asks demurely, pleased by the comparison.

Robin nods, slow and serious. “We should get you a little hat.”

Nancy rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “I think I’m going to leave matching hats to Rosalind Russell.”

Robin gives an expressive shrug. “If you insist,” she says, and then in the same breath, she reaches up and yanks the price tag off the jacket, pulling it off with a snap of plastic.

“Robin!” Nancy gasps.

She tosses the price tag and the little paper envelope of spare buttons over her shoulder, unrepentant. “Now you have to keep it.”

“But—”

“You deserve it, Nance.” She takes Nancy’s hips this time, maneuvering her so she’s perched sideways on Robin’s lap. “Even if I hated it—which I very much do not, by the way—I’d still tell you to keep it, because it makes you so . . . I don’t even know what to call it. It just looks right on you. It looks like it feels right on you, like something you didn’t even maybe know was missing just fit into place. Am I right?”

Nancy nods, embarrassed to admit this, even to Robin.

Robin kisses her lightly, so gently it makes Nancy blush, just a little. “Then you should keep it.”

“I’ll think about it,” Nancy says, but she knows she’s going to keep it—and not just because Robin likes it. “But if I lose those spare buttons just because you wanted to make a point, there will be consequences.”

Robin smiles and leans in to kiss her again. “I can live with that.”

[gt-ridel]

writer truth and dare game: 🍬🦋 and 🎨

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character As much as I love Uncle Ingo as a concept, If we're going directly off of the game, I don't think he really cares about us any more than the average hisuian rando. ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ) 🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately I've been in a pretty poor state lately, so there's nothing from my heart I'd especially like to express just now. It's mostly gloomy. ╮(╯∀╰)╭ But one thing that I have been rotating in my noggin lately is starting a Patrion, since my teaching work has dropped off dramatically and I could seriously use the money. Unfortunately, I don't think that I have anything of value to offer. (:,з」∠) 🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it LITERALLY impossible to choose. What a demented question! But here are a few artists whos work I admire! NOTE: I'm pretty sure none of these people fall into this category? But just in case, I shall reiterate. I do not care about fictional drama, or if someone creates art of kinks or whatever that I don't personally like/approve of. That is literally none of my business. As long as they are not drawing child porn or something, I don't want to see your callout post. BE TOLD. In no particular order: #1 @cloudy-dreams has such a soft and appealing art style. I could look at it for hours! Her art tastes like marshmallows, and you can't change my mind. She's one hundred percent of the reason I got into Welcome Home, even though I usually like to wait until projects like this are finished before investing my time into them. #2 @nosnexus has been consistently creating INCREDIBLE Dimension 20 fan art, which is what first drew me to their account. with vibrant colors and lots of attention to small detail, both in character and background, they are WELL worth checking out! #3 @grassyneptune draws THE most beautiful Half-life character portraits I've ever seen. I wish I could do line and color work like them. *dreamy sigh* #4 @critterbitter gives every character SO much expression in their movements, they even made a gosh darn lamp instantly recognizable as a sassy mean girl. I am forever surprised and terrified by the sheer volume of quality art they manage to create in such a seemingly short amount of time. Honorable Mentions: @fronomeeps has a deceptively simple style, but once again captures a lot of character in seemingly few lines. @choochooboss is not afraid to take on complex pieces with dynamic angles and detailed backgrounds. @waywardstation moves away from the traditional anime look in their PLA art, and instead injects a style completely their own. Are they a professional illustrator? I'm not sure. But they sure could be. There are SO many others. Honestly, I could go on and on and on. But I should probably wrap the post up. Hope these were more or less satisfactory answers!

[teachugger69]

milestones!!

y’all i worked so hard on that shitty ass graphic design so you better read this

summary: relationships have important times that stand out (like firsts and special days!!) soo i’m bored and figured i could write what i think spencer reid would be like in some scenarios 😈😈 MUHEHEHEHE please don’t cancel or doxx me because you disagree with one of my ideas!! but i would like to hear more abt it 🙏🏽🙏🏽😏

(reader is afab for a small portion but mostly gn. also, please do not interact with if you’re a minor.)

meeting

when spencer first saw you he thought you were so incredibly beautiful (AND THEN WHEN HE SPOKE TO YOU HE ALMOST PASSED AWAY) his 187 IQ going poof in an instant just from hearing you speak, voice incredibly velvety to his ears. being up close to you made him able to take in your facial features. his eyes would travel down your face as you spoke with him, taking into consideration each and every detail as if he was analyzing a sculpture in a lavish museum. (he has a staring problem.) spencer seriously considered shaking your hand… like that’s how much he was drawn to you #what?? #zing

getting to know you personally/pals??

actually giggling bc this guy loveddd to ask you all sorts of questions. like he wanted to figure you out because he thought you were fascinating and you would be like?? spencer literally take a look at you? YOU’RE the special one… tf? every single time he could he made sure he learned more about you- almost as if he was studying you up bc there was a huge exam the next morning abt u!! he’d be so desperate bro like actual little kindergarten kid behavior on his behalf. im talking asking about all sorts of things from your favorite color or food or author. (also at some point definitely had matching bracelets or a “book club” between just the two of you.) of course, he was aware he sounded kinda silly, it was worth it. growing up he didn’t ever have a close friendship like y’all’s where he didn’t care what he did and was able to just have fun. thus, he rambled more often than usual because you allowed him to express himself freely- he found himself being able to show who he really was (rather than just masking.) he adored talking to his best friend, cherishing the conversations and always awaited the next one impatiently. (you would let him talk about like genghis khan and he would let you talk about like bagels) knowing you was a cure he didn’t know he needed.

realizing he is genuinely failing in love with you

this boy legit is a genius but cannot understand his emotions AT ALL. he may know why he feels a certain way from a textbook point of view, but he can’t really understand them all too well (maybe that’s just a me thing...) BUT one thing he did know… was that he loved you. he knew for sure that he platonically loved you, yes- but nah that man was falling head over heels before he could even realize. he noticed how he felt bored without you- even when he’s alone at his apartment which is literally his haven. he noticed how the smallest and most minuscule things made him think about you (he always found a way to tie anything back to you, duh.) also he writes about you SO much in his letters to his mom, bruh. it gets to the point where writing about anything else seemed like a chore. to him, the best part was being able to fawn over you in these letters. it felt so nice to let some feeling off of his chest. the longest part in the letters are totally about you and he writes in disgustingly prolific detail. diana literally feels like she knows everything about you- both your appearance (down to tiniest marks on your pretty skin that he described for her) and your personality that he loved oh so much (she loves you. like legit KNOWS YALL ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER. ik she definitely knew spencer was in luv before he himself knew. simply because mothers always know.) he felt safe and comfortable around you #securityblanket jeezzz BRO NEEDED YOU. but for some reason he felt guilty for falling in love with you?? extremely self doubtful, of course, he settles for not telling you cause like?? you’re only friends? he feels so bad for seeing you that way and he feels sad like omg they will never love me :((

first date/kiss??

ideally, i daydream about it being impromptu. like i’m just imagining it being very intimate like maybe at his apartment and your playing chess or baking or watching movies or simply just hanging out for the comfort of each other. (it’s totally meant to only be platonic tho…)but y’all get a little closer and snuggle up?? you’re like… “spencer… i like you.”h in a little petrified whisper bc it’s scary to admit and he’s definitely like WHAT THE FUCK internally but on the outside he’s just starting into your soul with his own widened puppy dog eyes and is STUNNED. 😧 it gets so bad bro almost seems like he’s going nonverbal or having a shut down and you’re like FRICK UHHHH and you just kiss him 😜🥺 (need to have my y/n moment.) this literally ruins him like bro he’s mush atp and RED. and you’re like “OMG IM SO SORRY- i shouldn’t have done that i’m so sorry if i made you uncomfortable spe-“ and BRO CUTS YOU OFF BY WHISPERING WITH THAT ONE SWEET VOICE WE ALL KNOW N LOVE GOING LIKE “shh it’s okay, i feel the same way.” (or a sassy but caring “shut up”) he softly cups your face and KISSESSSS YOU like it’s so desperate and makes both of y’all’s lips swell and flush. it definitely isn’t rough or long but it is passionate and kinda messy. (bro was WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT he was NOT gonna miss out)

sex 🤡 *afab!reader sorry :( im not assigned male at birth so i would have written something super dumb and anatomically wrong . this is for your own good. i didn’t go much into detail, though.*

first time is after a makeout session which have become a habit. but this time y’all were READY. after an awkward little ask to make sure y’all both wanted to move onto this point in your relationship, it was off to the bedroom! you unbuttoned his shirt agonizingly slow as he felt himself growing harder and harder by the second. once you’re both undressed, he gulps like the loser nerd he is because he’s going insane by just looking at you. first person to make a move is you, gently guiding his hands to touch you. “you’re beautiful.” he whispered nervously as his slender fingers traced your skin. you would realize that he is very much loser virgin nerd so you’re like let me guide you baby. N HE’S LIKE UHH OKAY!!(you ride him let’s be fr that man isn’t gonna be able to top) def finishes early because he’s super fucking sensitive but you assure him it’s okay and he helps you finish soon after aswell. (in my head this is baby version of spencer and he’s very careful because he prioritizes your safety so i imagine he makes sure to use a condom at least for a while early on until he wants to try it without.) oh and the aftercare is amazing like he tells you facts to make sure you’re safe and he’s like clinging onto you thanking you like a million times every minute.

first time saying he loves you

for a decent amount of time BUT NAH. he knows he loves you, so why wouldn’t he tell you? it’s very early on, and he does it super nonchalant but he planned it and was working up the courage for so long like he was freaking out hit you smile and and time you love him back and he’s like… oh yeah. also addicted to telling you after the first time seriously cannot go a day without reminding you.

okayyy that’s all im gonna write because im already bored #snooze 😴 i wanna write fics but i feel like i write stupid as fuck so this is just me dipping my toes in the water 😳😈

[eddie-hellfire-munson]

-𝕰𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝕸𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘-

authors note: all of these headcanons are entirely sfw♡ I might make an nsfw one in the future but I hope you all enjoy these! Please let me know if you'd like to see more, I had to stop myself before I listed too many!!

Would absolutely let you wear any of his clothing including jewelry such as rings, necklaces, etc

Would notice you staring at the pick around his neck and immediately have a matching one for you to wear the next day.

His rings, next to his guitar, are some of his most prized possessions. Worked a part-time job at the mall to be able to afford them.

His guitar, don't even get me started on his guitar that thing is his BABY. He only let's people he trusts with his life touch it, which does include you and that's basically it. Henderson tried plucking at the strings once and you swear you've never seen the color drain from a man's face so fast in your whole life. He did go easy on the kid though, he didn't know any better after all.

Definitely worked his ass off and saved every penny for that Warlock [NJ series] and the custom paint job and electronics. That thing was not cheap.

You learned pretty quickly into your friendship and eventual relationship that if the man is in his own home he will not ever be wearing a shirt. He just doesn't like the way they constrict his torso sometimes.

Always coming up with cute little pet names. The first he ever used on you was dollface, the newest addition being sweetheart which had previously been reserved solely for his guitar as that is in fact her name. Yes.. her.

Always said she [sweetheart, the guitar] was the only thing he needed in his life until he met you.

The man is a raging pansexual. Come on, you can't tell me he's not.

Undiagnosed ADHD tm.

Will constantly stim by twirling his hair or fidgeting with the rings on his fingers because he likes the way the flat smooth metal slides against his skin. It's just satisfying.

Lots of leg bounces when he's anxious, will also sortof flail his hands and pace when he's nervous or overwhelmed.

Incredibly emotional but has a very hard time explaining said emotions.

Will sit you down with headphones over your ears and tell you to "just listen to the lyrics really closely for me sweetheart" and you better do it because this is him expressing those emotions to you in a way he better understands.

Would absolutely protect you with his life.

Man says he's not brave, that he isn't a hero but boy when it comes to you that's a whole different story.

Incredibly deep sleeper, like seriously nothing will wake this man up once he's out he's out like a fuckin light.

Very messy morning hair that he let's you brush because you're much better at getting all the knots out.

Sleepy morning voice is very deep.

Loves to fanboy over fantasy books to you, bonus points if you let him read them to you. He loves it when you want to be just as immersed in his special interests as he is.

Absolutely knows Tolkien's elvish.. actually asked you out in Quenya and when you had no idea what he said he simply repeated it and stared at you expectantly.

You had to gently explain to him that you had no idea what he was saying. It clicked after that and he asked you out in English.

You however did not escape Quenya and are almost as fluent in it as he is now.. yes you share secret conversations between eachother while around the others, not including Henderson because he is actually picking up on the language way too fast.

Remember that guitar? Well he was very surprised when you said you wanted to learn how to play and while he can't afford to buy you your own he gives you lessons in his trailer and let's you play his. Wayne always jokes about how you play better and Eddie tries not to roll his eyes every time the same joke is made.

Horror movies actually aren't his favorite genre, it's romantic comedies like sixteen candles.. though he'd never willingly admit that.

Will still sit through a horror movie but definitely expect him to jump a bit whenever anything scary happens, will pull you closer to him every time so that's at least one positive thing.

Incredibly affectionate both at home and in public, always touching you somehow whether it be holding your hand or hugging you from behind with his chin resting on your head. He's basically like a big puppy around you, big golden retriever energy.

His hair isn't exactly sacred to him but he won't let just anyone cut it. After a few mishaps with a pair of scissors [he cut his own bangs too short] he started letting you touch up his shag.

He's very into physical keepsakes, almost every date of yours has been documented with a little Polaroid picture. He keeps them hung on his wall next to his guitar.

His eyes are always on you whenever you're around, just admiring you as much as he possibly can because how did he get so lucky?

Not good at dancing but will absolutely grab you by the waist and start to whenever ABBA or Duran Duran comes on.

The man might be a metalhead but trust me when I say metal isn't the only sort of music he listens to.

Tight hugs, literally every single time. Those warm comfy ones where he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. You could stay like that for hours.. and you have many times.

Again the man might be a metalhead but hygiene is incredibly important to him despite what some may say. Always smells like clean linen and the mahogany & vetiver scented body wash/shampoo he uses.

Will occasionally smell like weed or cigarette smoke because let's be honest here he smokes pot on the daily.

He only smokes cigarettes when under extreme amounts of stress, which is a fair amount less now that you've come into his life.

Smoking with Eddie [if you partake] or just being around him while he's high is always an experience. If you thought the man couldn't be any more clingy and affectionate boy were you wrong.

High story times are always fun as well.

Will blurt out the most random things like "did you know that Gremlins could totally exist in this world and nobody would fuckin know about it?" and then proceed to tell you the completely legitimate reasons for this theory.

Actually loves it when you play with his hair and put it into different styles. You put it into two high pigtails once and you swore he laughed harder than he ever has before.

As much as he would love to buy you gifts the man does not have a lot of money to spare so instead he does things like picking you wildflowers or crafting mixtapes for you.

The songs on those mixtapes are definitely in a very specific order so you better not skip over any.

You went to one of his shows once and you swore the man smiled from ear to ear, so you've been showing up to them ever since.

Would dedicate songs to you- "this one goes out to my lovely partner y/n" before doing a cover of 'I was made for lovin' you' by Kiss.

Has definitely written songs about you, and he's absolutely sang them to you in the confines of his own room. It's not that he's embarrassed to sing them live, it's just the other members of Corroded Coffin got tired of preforming a new song about you every other week.