#never drawing again 💞💞💞💞

[crocuta1]

Something about names...

TL;DR agent 3 and 8 make up their own goofy names to make up for their increasingly apparent lack thereof.

(This comic takes place a couple of months after OE. I like to think that they became fast friends after the events of the dlc because they quickly realized they're the only ones who truly understood each other.)

[scoliosisgoblin]

Summer doodles feat. Beth and Morty :)

[skullsandcorals]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @darlingjunebug !!!!!! This took me way too much time to render that it's not even funny. I hope you like it 🥹🫶 I love you so so much and I hope you have an amazing birthday!!! 🎉✨

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Other versions under the cut hehe 💃✨:

[sskk-manifesto]

!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[twistedappletree]

🌸✨🌸

[squishosaur]

Consider: Fem!Jamiazu as Kuromi gf x My Melody gf dynamic. No I don’t know anything about sanrio characters, I just know the aesthetics of the two characters and how they are almost opposites. Anyway hopefully you understand this because its so silly to me

-Snake Anon

considered :3 i think jamil would also keep a diary of 10,000+ instances where azul was mildly irritating.

[agreeewrites]

i so love your writing like my fav account and i found you almost two days ago 😭 would you be up to write anything about james potter? like anything. it’s okay if not!! Have a good day/night💞

omg I'm honored!! i'm so glad we found each other 🩷

work for it

feat. james potter x fem!reader | mdni 18+ | masterlist

“Jamie,” you whined, nosing into his neck, his skin deliciously warm under the quilt. He still smelled like the shower he took last night, eucalyptus and something woody, and you wanted to crawl into his ribcage and live there.

His response was a sleep-addled groan, his face buried in his pillow, dark hair like a halo against the white cotton.

You pushed at his broad shoulder, rolling him onto his back, his legs still tangled with yours. He was bare chested, rippling muscles on full display. But it was only you there to appreciate them in the quiet for your bedroom, tan and glowing in the morning sunlight.

And appreciate them you did, pressing kisses across his collar bone, down his sternum. “James, pleaseeee,” you whined again, shifting to lay on top of him, lapping at the purple mark you'd left under his right ear the night before.

“Mmph,” he sighed, shifting a bit beneath you. He brought up a big hand, calloused from years of quidditch, and you thought you’d won, that he was going to draw you in for a kiss, but instead he grabbed your face and weakly shoved your head from his neck. “M’sleepin’” he mumbled, but you caught the corner of his lip twitch upwards.

“But honey, I need you.” You put on your most pitiful voice, dragging your hand down his torso to palm his cock through his boxers. He was already half-hard, throbbing as his heart pumped more blood south.

James continued to doze, seemingly oblivious to your plight, but his cock betrayed his interest.

Determined, you freed him from his underwear, pleased to find precum already beading at the tip and spreading it over the head with your thumb. Still, his expression remained neutral, his breathing steady.

“Jamie,” you purred in his ear, wrapping your hand around his base and gliding upwards, velvety and hot against your palm. “Don't you wanna fuck me?”

He chuckled, the corner of his mouth finally quirking up. “Need another hour after all the fucking I gave you last night.”

“But I need you nooow.” You kissed along his scuffed jaw, jerking him a little more pressure, twisting your wrist at the top in the way you knew he liked.

“Gonna have to work for it, love,” he said, eyes fluttering closed once again.

You pouted to his closed eyelids. “I could just take care of myself…” you mused, and he cracked open an eye at you, the warning clear.

Just that look was enough to make your pussy clench, his quiet dominance never failing to undo you completely.

You smirked to yourself and shifted down his body, kissing where the sunlight dappled along his abdomen before settling between his legs.

Tangled in sheets and swimming in sunlight, you took James into your mouth, savoring the silken feel of him on your tongue as you bobbed your head. Drool collected around his base, your tongue sweeping along the root of him and circling the head, loving on him, appreciating him with your mouth in every way you could think of.

Eventually, his fingers found their way into your hair, not applying pressure, just feeling you raise and lower, keeping your bedraggled strands from getting in the way.

“So pretty, babygirl,” he cooed, voice still rough with sleep, and you preened, heart thudding at his gentle praise.

Unable to wait any longer, you lifted off of him with a pop and climbed up his body, straddling his waist. You were dressed in one of his shirts, the hem dragging your mid-thigh, but otherwise bare, so your drippy pussy nestled perfectly against the underside of his shaft.

James smirked, stretching his arms overhead with a big yawn, always such a show off. “Not satisfied yet?” He asked, his hands tucked behind his head, elbows akimbo.

You rolled your hips, his drool-covered cock gliding through your slit with ease, and his eyes rolled back in his head, Adam's apple bobbling in his throat.

“If you're just going to lay there like a lazy oaf, I'm going to make myself come,” you teased, rocking slowly against his length, the head nudging your clit just right.

“By all means,” James hummed, watching you through heavy-lidded eyes.

You reached between you, lining his cock up with your entrance, and sank back onto him, inch by delicious inch, until he was fully seated inside you, stretching you just right.

“Fuck, love. You're still dripping with me,” he rasped, watching with greedy eyes as you peeled your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room. “And you want more?”

You nodded, flexing your legs to lift and lower yourself, undulating your hips in a circle while you moved, savoring the feeling of him grazing every inch of you. Your movements were self-indulgent, single-minded in the pursuit of your own pleasure.

“Touch yourself, baby. Yeah, just like that—good girl,” James said, his breath becoming more labored as you fucked yourself onto him, his muscles tight with the effort of keeping his hips still.

Your fingers worked quick circles over your clit, your body falling into the perfect rhythm to make you come—and fast.

It was already building, a simmering heat growing to an inferno in your belly until moans were spilling from your mouth like a favorite song, your hips grinding on his with fervid desperation.

James canted his hips up, sensing you were close, and fucked into you once, twice, and then you were coming, a torrent of bliss ripping through your body like a storm, washing away the rest of the world.

“There we go. S'gorgeous, honey. That what you needed?” He cooed, cuddling you down to his chest while your body trembled and quaked. His continued rocking into you, languid and sloppy, ensuring you got every drop of pleasure you worked so hard for.

You nuzzled into his neck, breathing hard as you slowly returned to reality, his fingers grazing your spine, the movement of his hips, guiding you back.

Once you felt sturdy, you pushed yourself up, swinging your leg over his hips and sliding of the bed.

“Wait, where—”

You smirked, skipping towards the en suite bathroom. “Gonna have to work for it, Potter.”

He was off the bed in a flash, lunging at you across the room and you squealed, not a shred of sleepiness in sight.

© agreeewrites 2025. do not copy, translate or claim my writing as your own.

[pearlescentparade]

Omg someone who does forsaken YAY 😭 headcanons for Two time x deity user that’s based off of the spawn point cuz like two times in a cult or something

heh... ive gotten requests for two time..... two times [gets shot]

🔄 two time x spawn deity! reader headcanons 💞

utterly devoted to you. you literally represent all of that which they believe in, why wouldn't they be??

always by your side, or following you. they're a Shadow, after all

their insanity intensifies, but they insist that they feel at peace with you. the problem is, it's only with you. when you're not around, they feel restless and irrational

they might have separation anxiety

you need to remind them to eat, sleep and take basic care of themself because they forgo those in order to spend all of their time with you

would do anything you ask them to, so it's easy to get them to do the last headcanon if you frame it as if it's an assignment from you

"it's late. many mortals sleep at this hour."

"that's okay, i don't need to sleep!"

"...i grow weaker with my followers. i ask you to sleep so my power is maintained."

"ah, i see! then goodnight, my god. please watch over my dreams!!"

only ever refers to you as "my god", never your name or anything else

whether you're actually connected to the cult or not, they'll follow you above everything else. why settle with the believers when they could have the belief itself?

refuses to tell the cult about you, despite being a fellow member. they believe you've chosen them as your most devoted and faithful follower, and if the others knew about you, two time's worried you'll be too occupied with the other members to gaze upon them again

you agree with not telling the cult, but rather because you're already bothered enough by the one member. you can't imagine dealing with several at the same time if they're all as clingy as two time is

meeting you makes them feel like all the terrible things they've done were worth it

you've tried to isolate yourself from them, feeling that no mortal should ever be so bonded to a deity and it would only lead to ruin

it was no use. they found you, no matter where you were

akin to a dog, loyal and dependent

a bit annoying to be honest. when it gets too much you just kill them and respawn them to teach them a lesson. it's traumatizing and excruciatingly painful, so you don't know why they keep coming back to you even so

sometimes other deities tease you about them

"oh? i see your little puppy isn't with you today."

"refrain from referring to my follower like they're an animal, lest you desire for me to sick them onto you."

they like to be cupped in your palms and brought close to your face when you're in a larger form

you like to put them into a forcefield and lightly shake them around like a hamster in a hamsterball. two time does not find this nauseating activity as amusing as you do but they suck it up and deal with it because you look pleased doing it to them

two time gets very overprotective when someone approaches you. clutching their dagger, they're ready to strike at any sign of danger

you think it's foolish for a fragile mortal to risk and endanger their life for a deity that doesn't die as easily. though you tell them this many times, two time still persists on it

desperate for your approval

loves to bring you gifts, though you say you've no need for material things. think of it as sacrificial offerings! hand-made bracelets, food, a body... a body?

thankfully, they were only an unconscious person that two time happened upon while on their way to meet with you.. and thought it was a good idea to sacrifice them to you. you released them and reprimanded two time

they've attempted to offer their blood, but you quickly stopped them before they could draw it with their dagger, reminding them that harm to them harms you too. that was enough to get them to never consider it again

has a shrine dedicated to you, complete with incense and pictures and statuettes made in your likeness

lowkey wants to sever you from your divinity and ground you to the mortal realm

(a/n: this concept kinda crazy this is like if u were buddhist and siddhartha gautama himself was real and was ur bff like can u imagine anyway i imagine this relationship would be super codependent and a bit more on the unhealthy side considering reader's mere existence would fuel two time's obsession with the spawn so i hope i did well at portraying that!)

[rosyblooom]

levi's jeans | ln4 smau

PAIRING: lando norris x fem quadrant!reader SUMMARY: y/n loves levi's jeans—it's all she wears, ever. so when lando has to draw her in a quadrant video, that's what he draws: levi's jeans. a bad attempt at flirting? maybe, but it gets the ball rolling. A/N: been listening to 'levii's jeans' 24/7 since the album dropped omg

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[acid-ixx]

They aren't finished but I wanted to give you these! They're all WIPS so so far. Some are a bit older and you can tell what the newer ones are that I just made right now.

Thank you for posting a new chapter. It was an amazing read and I just loved it so much! Still trying to find those song references 😂

chapter spoilers and drafts (again &. again)

— masterlist ! ; chapter 4 ; ash's commisions

OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH A BLESSING??? BANGER AFTER BANGER AFTER BANGER I SWEAR 💞

ash, you have always provided my little fanbase for my series so much food for thought, this is absolutely beautiful in every way. i literally don't care if they're wips or unfinished because either way you always make do with what i write, descriptive or not. i love your artstyle and how soft you draw the mc and how handsome conner is (i literally showed your art off to all my friends). you're so talented and i wish to reciprocate all the efforts you've done for this series 😭

i'm serious. from your portrayal of the mc, to them flying with conner, you never once disappoint anyone.

because of this, i'd like to leak some parts of my story from chapter five and beyond 💕! thank you so much for this, and i hope my yapping below suffices.

major spoilers below the cut!

the graduation photo! i have something planned with that, and i'd delve so much deeper (soon) with just how much a single photo can influence bruce's line of thought once he discovers that picture frame. love how happy mc is in the photo because, for me, it symbolizes them growing up (quite literally) and acknowledging a new path in life, alongside only finding alfred as their only father figure compared to bruce.

you consider yourself reserved, and prefer your life living within the confines of privacy and protection from media exposure. your mother always told you: better safe than sorry once; right after you've asked her about why you can't seem to find personal information about your father when she helped you search him up occasionally.

all the questions you ask her about the lack of your father's preferences — because you merely wanted to know more about him beyond the stories she told you! — she rebutted with a soft smile, a kiss on your head, and an explanation.

she'd warn you about the dangers of media exposure, about how your father and her prefer to keep their relationship a secret, and how too much cameras and paparazzi flashes can blind you.

she said that someone's perception of another person could be ruined once their deepest secrets are revealed. that's why your papa isn't seen beyond the doors of the manor he resides in; because people are attracted to mystery and allure.

hence why she'd restricted you from the usage of any devices within your household during your childhood, other than the excuse of having no money to afford it.

and you always abide by that principle of secrecy; especially right after alfred had saved you from... whatever happened years ago in elementary. from when that man... no, those men knew about your identity...

so, safe to say you were an introvert, at least when it comes to social media. the concept of the fear of missing out never once rattled your brain, no matter how anxious you are whenever you're with your friends; scared that you wouldn't fit in. but they never cared and accepted you with open arms, so it doesn't really matter, no?

you're safe now that you're at metropolis.

and like she always said, better safe than sorry! keep it within you and never out!

so why?

why is it just right after you've opened your twitter app— why is it that your face is plastered all across news accounts?

anyways, the second and third images are so romantic!!! and cute, and cured my depression i swear. i showed this to my one friend and she told me that conner's hand size compared to mc's is straight up hot, and i agree! i love the hand placement, and the way conner holds the mc so softly! yes, i too, would love to touch his man-tits beyond his impeccably tight shirt and play with his hands!

and the cute little panel with him squishing their face and desire their confirmation that, they do, in fact, think they're hot. he's a very insecure man after all, and his self-worth would revolve around your perception of him. he doesn't see you as god, but he doesnt see you as his everything. every opinion matters from you, and that's what makes the green flag part about him.

fun fact about him in the series! he loves to moisturize his hands with lots of skin care products because he read from an article once that some people prefer the feel of soft or moisturized hands. he definitely did not wait for the moment for you to touch him for the first time in forever since he first saw you! yeah, he's a bit more freaky than i let him out to be. the more you're exposed to him, the more you'll learn just how obsessed he is.

as for all the people asking if i'd write more about him: the answer is yes! he's a vital character, so don't worry because he'll appear in many scenes either way. for those concerned about why he didn't save the mc— well, chapter five will explain soon 🩷

and this art perfectly portrays it! it's seen from an outside perspective and they look very pretty, yet from what they see with their eyes is a different thing. the longer you stare at yourself, the more your image is distorted. i intentionally added the flower analogy because flowers are portrayed as pretty, no matter the size and shape. even as they wilt or sag, they still retain some color and a semblance of what was once a history of their prime.

then lastly! the mirror scene. it all returns to chapter three, chapter four was a sequel of their breakdown containing mirrors. reflections and the perception of one self is an important aspect of my series because it reminds me of myself, so them nit-picking each and every insecurity whilst staring at the mirror; that's a scene i wrote based off of a real life experience of mine. having both attractive parents, or those acknowledged as conventionally pretty, whilst being in an environment filled with as equally smart or attractive people, comparing yourself to them all the time, is a struggle.

the only way to make flowers 'ugly' is by destroying them, by stepping on them, ripping them apart, never once caring for them. i think that's very crucial because people do see anything destroyed or stripped away from its foundation a mess, or so. but there's always beauty in everything and i abide by that thought!

again, thank you so much ash for drawing this and bringing my story to life! you, alongside many other users who send in their fanarts, are always such an inspiration for me to write! you guys are the backbone of my series and i stand by my sentence!!! may you get plenty of commissions and plenty of money to support you <333

also, the FLOWER BOTTLE AND THE CAT PAW REFERENCE! i love how everyone accepts that we have a canon cat now based solely off of this. i think that's precious, and having a feline pet is a great little choice for my own plot (just to lessen the pain of the angst).

i hope you enjoyed this little mess rant!

(as for the songs, don't worry, the lyrics become more prevalent for chapter five! chapter four doesn't have any explicit lyrics contained in them, only implications.)

[leonsgfpost]

note: sorry if this isn't very good, and sorry too if there are any mistakes. Just make sure to enjoy, you know haha 💞

tags: smut, oral (m!receiving), exhibitionism (?), Leon RE2 x f!reader.

The dates with Leon are always the best. Like now, when he smiles at you in the sweetest way and you walk hand in hand through the crowd that also gathered to enjoy the annual amusement park in Raccoon City.

And he's so attentive, buying you cotton candy, winning the stuffed animals on display at the little fairground rides and buying everything you look at for more than two seconds. Because he thinks you're the prettiest girl and deserve to be spoiled.

And so, that's how Leon completely empties his wallet on you. But he doesn't care, because he works hard to always spoil you, even if you complain that it's too much. It's never too much for him.

After clinging to his arm in the gentlest way, saying your legs hurt and you wanted to go home you both walked to his truck. You with your arms full of silly stuffed animals and shiny treats, and him with the thing he loves most in the whole world, you.

But quickly, you can't help but put your hands on him, putting aside all his gifts because Leon was cuter anyway. And you just wanted to thank him, so.... What better than to suck your boyfriend's dick in his truck parked behind the fair?

"Baby, wait..." Leon murmured, his face red and his head bobbing from side to side from the pleasure of feeling your pretty little mouth stretching around his cock. Wet sounds beginning to fill the space.

His fingers moved through your hair, gripping it gently to help you. Your eyes lifted to him, as you choked on every inch of his length. Your saliva dripping down to his balls, it was a sight worthy of those porn cassettes at the end of stores.

"S-Slow down." Leon groaned, struggling to keep his eyes open so he could watch you suck his cock like one of those ice cream sundaes you loved to eat so much. His hands wouldn't stay still, struggling not to sink his head deeper and fuck your throat. But he fails pathetically when he starts lifting his hips to chase your movements.

And when you pull away so you can breathe, he lets out a pained moan lamenting the loss. You wrap your hand around him as you take a break, maintaining eye contact. Your eyelashes wet from exertion swinging in his direction, the cute summer dress you put on was crumpled and the straps falling down your shoulders, your pretty little face inches from his raging cock and Leon can't keep his feet on the ground.

His hand rests behind your head, trying to persuade you and draw you closer once again.

And how could you say no to that cute expression on his face? Eyes heavy with pleasure, lips half-open and his blonde hair misaligned from swiping so many times. Your tongue cleans the pre cum from his tip and you let out a soft hum, sinking deeper to the base relaxing your throat around it. Leon's hips can no longer stay still, desperately trying to fuck your throat because he loved the disgusting sounds coming out of your mouth. His fingers run through your now tousled hair and his moans start to get louder, feeling the sensation forming in his belly.

"God, baby... Don't stop, D-Don't stop-" He begged desperately, losing the thread of his words. His delicate grip became strong, forcing you down and up on him.

"I'd marry you and your pretty little mouth..." And you know he's close by the way he starts to ramble, his words coming out clumsily and slurred. His brain short-circuited, feeling his cock begin to throb and writhe in your wet mouth.

"L-Let's get married, I'll put a nice ring on your finger." He stated, and you couldn't help but let out a chuckle around him rolling your eyes. He would definitely go silly if you sucked his cock as well as you knew how to do.

"Do you like the idea? Y-Yeah? Baby, please." He asked, turning his head back in the seat. And you could answer, if you weren't gagging on every inch of his cock and drooling around it shamelessly. His hips buck hard and you dig your fingers into his thighs hard trying to support him, breathing through your nose as small tears begin to fall down your cheeks.

Leon opens his eyes for a few seconds, to appreciate the view in front of him. And he curses a few counts, plunging your head all the way down to the base and lifting his hips to completely empty his balls down your throat. He lets out a loud groan, arching his back and finally lets go of your head, listening to you cough.

He looks up at you with tears in his eyes, admiring how little strands of his fluids leak from your shiny lips and his thumb lifts up to wipe it away with an idiotic grin on his face.

"My pretty girl, look at you." He mumbled, still dazed. His hand rested on his cheek and he pulls you close to kiss you messily, pushing his tongue into your mouth even though you were choking around him seconds ago.

Yes, you two were disgusting. But you were disgusting in love.

hey, thank u so much for reading! Let me know if you liked it! 🎀

(💌) bye, bye !

[asksonicverse]

[ Creator Special! ]

Heya! Another creator special for you guys :)

So for this one, I don’t know really. I have so many ideas for different Sonic AU’s and comics I want to do but I don’t want to burn myself out even if I have the urge to DRAW DRAW DRAW (cough cough check out my other Sonic art over on @verizzafai )

I am soo grateful for all the support on this blog and I want to provide for yall for awhile. So it won’t wrap up too soon, but I don’t see this particular ask blog lasting more than a year :) (especially with how fast I pump these out)

And thank you 💞

Ok here’s my height head canons! (just taller and shorter, not specific to eachother btw)

Wanting to address both of these in the same comment.

Of course!!! You are very welcome to start your own ask blog, if you base it directly after mine I’d atleast put a credit somewhere, but if it’s just the idea of “stick them in a room” then you never even have to ask! Also link me when you do… I would love to see it… hehe!

I am very aware of @askssgenerations and their work, while similar in concept, is different to mine! From what they’ve shown/teased their story is going to be very different from mine and I encourage you to check them out if you want more Ask Blog shenanigans. They even were very kind to give me credits for the similarities in our blogs.

I also sort of addressed this in one of my anecdotes at the bottom of my posts but I want to say it again here. Anyone is welcome to do this idea, it’s not a super unique one, you know? Stick a bunch of dudes in a room and make them interact. We love those!!! So go ahead! Create away.

Please remember to be kind :)

It’s mostly just the fact that they’re knight and king… not super professional for a KING to be in love with a knight, even a high ranking one such as Lancelot.

They’re figuring it out :’)

No, paradox is the only one who knows and he’s going to keep his mouth SHUT! (To everyone else that is, even Prism.)

He’s not as put off by them because Lance and Arthur aren’t “Sonic and Shadow” like the others, so If/when the others find out, they can sorta excuse it.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this one!

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[xo2dee]

First of all I wanna say I fucking love your writing and your fics and everything it's amazing how did you get so good because lowkey a bitch be wanting some pointers 👀 second of all I have a request, a Dante request, I read the rules and I didn't see anything about this so correct me if I'm wrong but how about Dante with an insecure and plus size girly 🥺 it's kinda self indulgent ask but yeah anyways love your writing as always 😁❤

PAIRING: Dante/(Fem)Reader. WARNINGS: Plus-Sized!Reader, Insecurity, Slight Body Dysmorphia. WORD COUNT: 1,243.

A/N: thank you so much for the request! and this one actually lets me branch out a little bit and write a little bit differently so i hope you enjoy! 💞

DMC MASTERLIST

“I wish I could draw you.”

It was just six simple words spoken into the room that had you perking up in interest and confusion. Your eyes rolled around the expanse of the shop’s lobby before you landed on Dante, feeling your cheeks burn when you saw him mimicking a picture of you with his hands having one eye closed with a curl upwards on his lips. You were no stranger to Dante’s offhanded compliments to you throughout the day, one of his best features in a relationship with you being that never once forgot to tell how pretty he thought you were every single day – even if you’d just woken up with morning breath. However, as accepting of his compliments you were (whether it was brushing him off with a playful, “Shut up.”, or just shaking your head with an embarrassed laugh as your ears burned and your heart soared) there were times you couldn’t help but bite your words back and ask if he really meant it.

Beating the bush was never your forte, and it wasn’t a blind eye to say you weren’t on the bigger side compared to the women you’d see come in and out Devil May Cry. How many of them had their midriffs exposed, and how many of them you felt the slightest bit inferior to whenever that disturbing voice in the back of your mind started to compare yourself to them? Albeit, Dante never paid them a wandering eye, always curling himself around you at night and you being the one he kissed when he left for every job, but it was always something that haunted you in your subconscious late at night or when you started to spitefully compare yourself to other women.

And his simple little musing that night had you slightly spiraling into treacherous territories when you thought too long and hard about what’d you look like in a fully body painting.

You couldn’t help the grimace when you imagined the extra lines and shading…

Instead you only sighed, shooting him a critical eye before teasing him, “Can you even draw?”

Dante kept his hands positioned like that, still keeping you in the frame of his fingers as you laid on the couch sprawled out on your side, and you nearly rolled your eyes whenever he briefly opened his eye to wink at you before shutting it again, “Dunno, but for you I’d become the next John Singer Sargent.”

A laugh almost busted out of you at the comparison, wondering when Dante learned the names of famous artists when you weren’t around before you mouth abruptly clamped shut when you remembered what painting he was talking about. Portrait of Madame X, featuring a slender woman in a black dress on the canvas with her waist as accentuated and slimmed down as it could’ve gotten that immediately soured your mood when you taught about yourself in that position. It wasn’t Dante’s fault of course, nor was it really yours, it was just how society had hammered it into your head you’d look ‘better’ a specific way as opposed to being beautiful exactly the way you were and led you to darkening thoughts and an avoidance of mirrors.

Despite your clouding mind, you only gave another sigh and closed the magazine you’d been reading as you voice came out a little rougher than usual, “I don’t know about that.”

It didn’t take Dante two seconds to notice the somber bitterness within your tone, and you almost jumped when he appeared next to you on the couch within seconds. The good humor was gone, in its place a seriousness you’d only seen a handful of times as his eyes scanned you head to toe, “What’s bothering you?”

Leave it to Dante to notice the minute your mood completely fell and run to the rescue, but even as you knew he’d soothe you once you’d voiced your worries your tongue tied on itself and you had to actively fight to get your words out. Besides, there was really no use in hiding anything from Dante either, he’d just eventually sniff it out somehow. “I don’t… think I’d come out right on paper. Too many…” you paused and then gestured downwards at yourself with a shameful burn in your cheeks, watching his eyes follow the movement before he frowned. “I just don’t think it’d look good.”

It sounded even worse when you said it aloud, the disturbing bout of insecurity nearly making you want to curl in on yourself and hide away from Dante since he started gazing at you so openly. He wouldn’t allow it though, practically molding himself into your space as his fingers briefly caressed your cheek with a sigh, “Well, hate to tell you when you’re wrong, babe, but you’re wrong.”

Your eyebrow twitched at the words, yet you held back the backtalk in favor seeing what else Dante had to say since he held one finger up for you to give him a moment. It didn’t help the burn in your face either, eyeing him warily before he looked back at you with a particular glint in his eyes.

“To me…” he started after a moment one finger beginning to trace the exposed skin of your shoulder as the strap of your dress fell off, his touch as silky and tender as it could be with such hands used to only fighting wars. He trailed down with a hum, his palm joining in it slid down your arm to draw patterns into your palm before sliding back, “The finest piece of art can’t compare to how you look… Isn’t art subjective anyways?” Dante mused before his hand slid over the curve of your waist and then dipped down into the softness of your thighs with a fleeting softness, “Most paintings are made with love, and you are very loved on this canvas. The artist should be proud and dote you around as much as he can.”

The skips in your heart were loud enough for him to hear, validation in the form of Dante’s random poetry making butterflies flutter along the insides of your stomach. It was so odd to hear him speak like that, yet all the more believing because he never got too intensely serious enough and switched up his tone. Your eyelashes fluttered and lips parted as you struggled to find the words, settling on teasing him as your cheeks began to hurt from smiling, “Are you the artist?”

“Who else?” he stroked his chin with a smug expression, and you ran your foot up his leg before patting his thigh.

“Then why not dote me right now?”

His eyes narrowed in on your face and you only had half a second to move before he did. Dante lunged for you as you squealed, one arm curling around your bottom as he lifted you off the couch and held you to his side. He bounced you a little in his hold as his eyebrows wiggled suggestively, causing you to lightly smack his chest in rebuttal before snorting, “Okay, okay, I get it. Put me down.”

“Nah,” he grinned and turned around towards his desk where his jacket laid on the back of the chair, snatching it up before moving towards the doors while keeping you in his hold all the while, “We’re goin’ out, so I can show off my lady and what a piece of art she is.”

[certainty2witch]

I absolutely love you crocodad art ! May I ask for some HC about crocodile and baby luffy ? Or a little sketch ?

Thanks for all your marvelous art 💕

Sorry it took a lot because I wanted to draw something too! In the end I decided to do both 😊 hcs + sketch!

Thank you! ❤️ It always makes me so happy knowing my crocodad art is loved 🥹

For the hcs, I’ll expose the ones from my revolutionary croc au:

-Is Croc the one that stays the most with baby Luffy. It was his decision. Dragon is pretty busy, since is the supreme leader.

-They have a really deep and special bond, since the day Luffy was born.

-Croc gave a cute babanawani plush to Luffy and he can’t sleep without it!

-Croc never wears his hook when is around Luffy, he doesn’t wanna risk to hurt his baby.

-Croc built sand castles and other sand objects or animals just for Luffy entrainment. He uses in general his power for his kid, also for saving him sometimes… Luffy loves risky things.

-Due to their bond, Croc always understands his baby needs.

-Luffy can be exhausting, but Croc can’t be tired of him. Nothing will ever change his love for him 💞

-Croc doesn’t have milk, so he uses a baby feeding bottle. And is better for Croc, Luffy’s appetite is extreme even as a little baby!!

-Be nice around Luffy, or Croc will do everything for destroying you 😳

If I’ll remember/create something more, I’ll add it in another post!

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Thanks again for the ask, you were so kind dear anon❤️

Remember i love asks and you can ask for anything!

I also accept art suggestions, and if i like the idea, I’ll draw it. But they must be about Crocodile, Dragon, and their family in general pls (also other revolutionaries can be present, or Luffy’s siblings (ace/sabo or my ocs)

[horreurscopes]

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[hom3landr]

baker reader surprising Homelander when he gets home from a long meeting with cute heart shaped pastries as they celebrate their first Valentine’s Day as a couple!💞

Surprise! I got inspired by this cute ask so I thought I’d stir up something for our Baker.

Sugar Cookies

Homelander x Baker!reader

He really does try not to ruin the surprise for himself. But he can’t help it if he has a pavlovian response to the music you play when you’re happy in the kitchen. It reaches him even across the busy New York streets. You’re humming too. He likes it when you hum. It’s slightly tuneless in a way that endears him rather than grates on his nerves. His lip twitches in an almost smile. He knew you had something planned when you called in to work. You never do that, especially not without informing him first. So maybe he was paying extra attention to your apartment.

The song changes and he can hear the soft shuffle as you dance around to the catchy tune. He wants to be there so bad. He waves over Ashley. As the marketing idiots drone on, he tilts her tablet down to find his own schedule on her screen. He scoffs and quickly reaches out to cancel the next event she’d had queued up on the calendar. She grimaces before swiftly arranging her features with a strained smile. He briefly considers messing with her for a while more, just to see how much she can take. But he backs off. He knows you wouldn’t approve.

Standing with a clap, he quickly ends the meeting. The marketing team scrambles out with nothing more than a glare from him. So there’s nothing stopping him from traveling to your place in barely more than an instant. He lands softly on your fire escape, not wanting to alert you to his presence just yet. You’re leaning against the counter, a smudge of flour on your cheek. His chest aches for a moment as he remembers when he first began to watch you. He reaches down to touch his hip where the ribbon rests. It’s threadbare and almost see-through from constant friction against his skin but he can’t bear to part with it.

He can walk into your apartment freely now. He doesn’t have to watch from the sky anymore, all cold and lonely. He can be warm.

He raps sharply on the window glass. You squeak and your voice breaks mid note. You frantically scramble to clean the mess in the kitchen. He knocks again merrily. You cease your useless efforts with a sigh before opening the window. Now that you’re closer, he can see a streak of cocoa powder on your nose.

“You aren’t supposed to be home yet! Ashley told me you had one more meeting! I wanted it to be a surprise!” You whine as you pace around your tiny kitchen. He reaches you to draw you into his arms and kisses your cheeks as you grumpily struggle against his iron hold.

“Hmmm, maybe if you didn’t want me over early then you shouldn’t smell so sweet.” He teases and you wiggle more in his arms. You still get so shy when he toys with you. Your nose crinkles cutely.

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” You repeat, the pout heavy in your voice. You look up at him with wide pathetic eyes. His cock starts to throb.

Fuck

You don’t even have to act sexy.

“What surprise are you talking about? It all looks normal to me.” He lies as he gestures around at the mess. Your eyes narrow.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” You half heartedly smack at his arm where he’s holding you against him.

“I have no idea. I swear on…Stan Edgar.” He replies and you burst into laughter. He nips at your ear playfully as you giggle. The oven dings.

“The oven is on? I had no idea. Are you baking something?” He purrs into your ear and runs his fingers down your side as the sweet sounds of your joy echoes around the meager surroundings.

“Jerk. You’re a jerk!” You say without a hint of bite to your voice.

It’s nice to hear with some humor and not muttered underneath someone’s breath.

He buries his nose in your shoulder and inhales. As though the scent of you is some finite resource he’ll lose if he doesn’t take in as much of you as he can. A smell is much harder to keep around than a ribbon. You melt further into his arms, boneless as the toothless frustration leaves your body. You love it when he holds you. You soak up his touch like a cat in the sunlight. His brown sugar lover.

“I love it.” I love you is what he really means. He’s still waiting for the perfect time to jump that hurdle.

He doesn’t have to see your face to know you’re grinning.