#so I took a break to draw something on impulse

[xmrnothingx]

Yvraine, Emissary of Ynnead from Warhammer 40k

... skateboarding ... I don't know why I wanted to draw this or why I put so much effort into this but here it is. She's borrowing an ancient relic from the Ultramarines

bonus: Guilliman in turn borrowing an ancient Eldar scooter (keep reading)

[prettiestlovergirl]

TROUBLE

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; slytherin!reader; spoiled!reader; ditzy!reader; semi-public sex; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it); oral fixation! reader; slight dumbification; rough sex; fingering; italian!theodore nott.

a/n: giggling and kicking my feet with this one, I LOVE ITALIAN! THEO. one of my favorite hcs. i had a grand ole time writing this one hehe. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

theodore nott thrived on things being neat and orderly.

he was reserved, controlled, proper. his hair was always perfectly styled, his uniforms neatly pressed, every single act was planned in advance, he functioned 5 steps ahead of the world.

even when he and his friends were cruel or caused some sort of chaos, it was perfectly controlled. there was nothing that could break his focus, his drive, his desire for perfection.

well, except for you that is.

you and theo had been... acquaintances for years. you had classes together, attended the same house parties, you were incredibly hard to miss. you were his opposite in every way: you were bold, impulsive, fucking chaos personified.

he liked controlled actions, carefully planned out steps, and neat perfection and you? you liked everything but.

he should have wanted nothing to do with you, should have been appalled by you but.... it was exactly the opposite. everything about you seemed to draw him in. your charming smiles, your hissed demands, your expensive taste, everything about you fascinated him.

something about you made him want to lose control, to let you drive him insane. being around you felt messy, felt like playing with fire, he should have never been alone with you.

being alone with you meant thoughts of letting you ruin him completely and letting him ruin you ran wild, so he always made sure to have a buffer or three to keep you at arm's length.

but when snape asked if anybody could tutor you... he couldn't resist offering his services, being your knight in shining armor. you'd just looked so desperate, with your glossy pink lips sticking out in the sweetest little pout.

now, however, he was seriously regretting allowing himself to think with his dick instead of his rational brain. you were so close he could smell the fucking strawberry scented shampoo you used and the way it mixed in with your expensive perfume.

theo prided himself on his self-control, so really, it was pathetic that 40 minutes with you sitting across from him had him so tense. he tried to focus on helping you, but you consistently pulled him off course.

you hated studying, hence the need for a tutor. you could never focus, it was just so boring. especially right now, when you had the theodore nott helping you out. how could you be expected to focus on potions when you could pick the brain on the most poise and proper man in your year?

you couldn't help but tease him a bit, i mean, you figured he was indestructible. you joked around and flashed him flirty little smiles, relishing in every teasing comment or joke you pulled out of him.

eventually, theo couldn't take it anymore. he was one pink-tinted glossy smile away from grabbing you right then and there. he excused himself abruptly, lying about needing to find you another book. really, he just needed a second to breath strawberry-free air and calm himself down.

but you had to follow him, didn't you? you just had to follow him into the secluded section, hands behind your back, pouty lip caught between your teeth. "are you alright, theo?" you questioned, eyes full of concern as his name rolled off your tongue perfectly.

and that was all it took for his last shred of self-control to break.

it had taken you completely by surprise. one moment, you were afraid you'd upset him, going to follow him and apologize for your teasing. the next, he'd murmured a quick "fanculo" (fuck it) and crashed his lips onto yours.

the kiss was rough and unrestrained, not at all how you'd imagined he'd have kissed. you thought it would be chaste and sweet, all proper like him. the roughness, the desperation of it all had you moaning on impact in both surprise and delight.

theo relished in your moan, pushing his tongue past your lips and teeth to explore your mouth. his tongue moved so expertly; it made your brain go a little fuzzy. his tongue drew moan after moan out of you.

his long, nimble fingers expertly unbuttoned your shirt before tugging your bra down just enough to expose your mouthwatering tits to him. the cool library air made your nipples harden instantly.

"merda, guaio." (shit) he swore, pulling away from your lips to admire all your exposed flesh. he watched as your chest heaved while you caught your breath. "you gonna be quiet for me, mio tesoro?" (my treasure) he asked, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples while his eyes stayed on yours.

it took a moment for you to even register that he was talking to you. your mind was spinning with a million different thoughts but you still found yourself unable to come up with a coherent sentence.

it felt a little like you had whiplash. you couldn't quite believe that the perfect and oh-so-calculated theodore nott was currently swirling his tongue around your nipple in the middle of the library.

"i asked you a question, guaio." he cooed, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh and making you gasp. "yes. yes, i'll be quiet." you breathed, nodding your head rapidly as your eyes stayed trained on his. "brava ragazza." (good girl)

his words burned into your skin, the wetness between your thighs practically gushing over your panties while he continued to suck and lick both of your nipples until they were coated in his saliva.

"t-theo.." you whimpered softly, biting your lip harshly as one of his hands trailed under your skirt, fingers brushing against the wetness soaking your panties. "please..." you gasped.

the sound of you whimpering out his name drove him fucking insane, his hands quickly sliding your panties off and shoving the damp fabric into his back pocket before brushing his thumb over your swollen clit.

you mewled out in pleasure, his smooth thumb making your vision get a little hazy. "so fucking wet, guaio." he groaned quietly, continuing to rub your clit with his thumb.

you didn't see when he pushed a finger deep inside, making you cry out before his free hand smacked over your mouth. "gotta be quiet for me, or i'll have to stop." he hissed, making you whine at the idea of him stopping anytime soon.

"'m s-sorry." you moaned against his palm, hand latching onto his arm. you brought two of his fingers into your mouth, sucking them and coating them with your saliva in order to help keep you quiet while he consumed you.

he played with your body with ruthless precision while you writhed in pure bliss, free hand gripping onto the bookcase beside you as you moaned around his fingers.

he pushed a second finger into you and then a third, stretching your puffy walls out over and over with his thrusts. your knees were practically shaking when his fingers crashed into that familiar, gummy spot that made your toes curl.

he forced his fingers further down your throat once he hit the spot, keeping you from screaming out in pleasure while you came all over his hand.

theo relished in your pussy walls fluttering around his fingers, the squelching sounds of your wetness coating his hand making his trousers feel fucking unbearable at this point.

he pulled his fingers out of both your holes, letting you catch your breath for just a second before shoving his cum-soaked fingers back into your mouth. "clean them for me, will you guaio?" he cooed, a borderline deranged smirk on his face as you did just that.

"cazzo, i can't enough of you." (fuck) he huffed, pulling his fingers back out and spinning you towards the bookcase. he pressed your face lightly against the bookcase, bringing his hands down to quickly bring his cock out from his pants.

you gripped onto the bookcase for support, face pressed against some old atlas' no one ever used anymore will your nipples scraped the smooth wood.

"you're gonna be the fucking death of me, guaio." he hissed, before lifting your skirt back up and thrusting roughly into you. you gasped and moaned against the shelf, unable to help yourself before his fingers pushed back into your mouth.

you gagged and sucked on his two fingers while he thrusted roughly into you, muffling his grunts and groans of pleasure into your neck. his lips latched onto your sweet spot, teeth scraping over it repeatedly as he fucked you.

"so fucking tight, guaio. such a good fucking girl for me. you drive me fucking insane." he grunted, each word followed by a fast and rough thrust and made your whole body shake with pleasure as he fucked you.

his free hand gripped your waist tightly, keeping you from rocking the shelf as best he could while he moved roughly in and out of you. your tongue swirled around his fingers, muffled babbles about how fucking good you felt escaping your lips.

the neat and pristine man relished in turning you into a dumb, babbling mess. your own drool and saliva coated your chin as he fucked you.

it wasn't long before your legs started quivering and your pussy walls started to clench tighter around him. "'m gonna- f-fuck, 'm gonna cum!" you whined, the wet sounds of you gagging on his fingers and his cock pounding your pussy drove you insane.

theo bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing himself to stay quiet while he lost himself in your tight walls. his eyes were fixed on where you two were connected, the sight of your arousal creating a creamy white ring around his cock nearly sent him over the edge.

"cum for me, guaio. be a good girl and cum on my cock." he cooed in your ear, gripping your hip even tighter to fuck deeper into you until you coated his cock in your cum.

you had a couple tears running down your cheeks, mascara clumping as he continued to fuck you hard and fast until he reached his own high and painted your walls with his cum.

he buried his now sweat covered forehead into the crook of your neck, trying to catch his breath while you panted. he pulled his fingers back from your mouth, letting them drag over your kiss swollen lips and chin.

theodore nott had fucking ruined you and he was sure you had done exactly the same, he had the crescent shapes etched into his arm to prove it.

"what does guaio mean?" you asked suddenly, absolutely butchering the pronunciation as you blinked your doe eyes at him. you would have looked so innocent if it weren't for the saliva and streaks of black.

"it means trouble, bambola." (doll)

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

[kakiastro]

Jupiter + the type of husband you will have

Hey yall! It literally took me a couple of weeks to make this post because I believe I’m experiencing burnout 😫 I think I’m going to take a mini break😅anyway, I hope you had a an amazing holiday!! Today I’m going to be talking about the traits and type of husband you will have based on your Jupiter.

Jupiter traditionally rules the husband. For those who are seeking a husband or husband-like partner, Jupiter is the planet to look at.

Look at your:

1. Jupiter sign

2. Jupiter degree

3. Jupiter house placement

4. Jupiter aspects

Also look at your Jupiter persona chart for deeper details as well!

Jupiter sign and house breakdowns:

Aries/1h

- may love to wear athletic brand outfits, have tattoos, prominent forehead, may have bangs or hair just cover their forehead, thick eyebrows, strong sex appeal to them

-their bold and confident

-may work in military, law enforcement, medical field dealing with lab work(blood draws, blood disease researcher), entrepreneurship and being the boss, welding or anything dealing with metals, butcher, working in a gun store.

-could be athletic or loves the gym

-loud or outgoing

-may lack impatience and tend to be impulsive

-always on the go, they have to always be doing something

-loves hot or spicy food

-may love debates and may come off as argumentative

-risk takers, they make quick decisions based on impulse. This can can either back fire or work in their favor LoL

Taurus/ 2h

-may have Venusian look to them so curly hair, smooth skin, very pretty. They may look like they can be a model, they look good on camera. Might have a mole, birth mark or a tattoo on their neck, something about their neck stands out. They’ll have an attractive voice

-money matters such as dealing with money by working in a bank. Working in the culinary industry so owning/working in a restaurant, working for a company that deals with food. Working in real estate or in the housing industry, working the arts such as fashion, painting.

-may be stubborn and like to take their time in doing things

-loves going out to eat especially to their favorite restaurants. If food is involved, they’re going!

-very sensual, loves to wear good smelling fragrances, dressing nice. These are the type of husbands that loves to buy flowers for you just because.

-loves physical touch such as holding hands, cuddling, arm around the shoulder types.

-very charming, may have a lot of friends but only a few close ones.

-loves passion and romance

-listening to lots of music

Gemini/3h

- you may meet them through a close friend, siblings, someone close to your neighborhood, library, school, they can be a former or current classmate

- they may have a unique laugh that catches your attention, may have smile that appears mischievous, may wear glasses for reading or prescriptions, messy hair do

-loves to talk as long as it’s airy and fun

-speaking of fun, they’re down for whatever, very outgoing person.

-may have lots of friends or know lots of people

-loves to read or write books or blogs

Cancer/4h

-may have a prominent chest, moon face that’s round or crescent shape, pouty lips, big round watery eyes. They may be wearing comfy clothing

-can come from a close knit family or they are family oriented. Can be close to his mom or has motherly figures in their life.

-may prefer to be at home

-may be proud of their ancestral roots and would want that displayed in there home

-loves home cooked meals

-very private person

Leo/5h

-Leo energy has a strong aura, they give A list celebrity energy so you may noticed them right away due to that, something about there hair may stand out to you. Likes dressing and looking good

-have a lighthearted warmness to them like their ruler the Sun

-may be well known, not necessarily famous (although they could be) but they have a lot of friends or they’re known for something.

-really artistic and love the arts such as theater, entertainment, dancing. They could also work in these fields

-may be intuned into there inner child, not necessarily childish but they know how to have fun

-may love children. Work with children or children is apart of their lives.

-may be overly dramatic about certain situations in their life

Virgo/6h

-may work in the medical field or is interested in medical stuff

-daily routines are important! These are the type of husbands who have a scheduled routine everyday lol

-may be workaholics, work is important to these hubbies. Now work doesn’t always have to mean their career/job either, working around the house, doing a project, fixing a car. They’re always doing some type of work!😅

-just like Gemini, virgoes love to read as well. The difference is Virgo loves to read things that has lots of detail. They need to know the who and why while Gemini just need the overall story and they can fill in the details themselves lol

-can be critical and judgy, mostly of themselves though, they can project on others if they’re not self aware.

-health is important to them! They may read up on different dietary recipes that can improve help.

-they either love animals to a fault or run away from them. There’s no in-between 😆

-could be managers or have a lot of co-workers as friends

Libra/7h

-very elegant and put together. May wear cologne or nice smelling body wash

-very charming indidvial, know how to swoon you

-flirtyyyyyy

-don’t ask them where they want to go eat because they don’t know😫it’s best to just remember their favorite food and go from there Lol

-may be business oriented or wants to own a business

-partnership is very important to them. Libra is a people person so close relationships are ideal

-doesn’t like unfairness at all. If you’ve been mistreated, they are the type to defend you if they feel like you’re being treated unfairly. They’re very much social justice warriors

-having some sort of balance in there life is key!

- may also like fashion things

-family may also be important

Scorpio/8h

-intesnse stare. You may feel intimidated by them at first but really are sweethearts when you get to know them

-there really private people, they don’t trust others easily at all. Once you have their trust then then you have there heart forever

-power dynamics with friends, family, lover may be themes

-they have sexual appeal

-they may have strong jealous tendencies. If they are self aware and put in the work to address these feelings then they are fine not if their the crazy jealous type, that’s not good and leave

-money may also be a theme, shared finances

-loves the color black

-may work in mortuary science, funerals, graveyard, taxidermist, finances, psychology, therapy, detective, forensics

Sagittarius/9h

-may be from a different culture, city or country from you

-may work in overseas, as a judge, historian, in a church, as a pilot/airline employee , cruise ship, writer, professor

-loves traveling, may have a lot of knowledge on different cultural backgrounds

-religious or is interested in religion. They could study theology

-these people love adventures, no matter how big or small it is the adventure is. Going to target can be an adventure because they’ll make it one 😅

-love reading books especially books that educational or something that broadens their minds to different ideals and ethics

-May have some good lucking legs 🦵. They may have a history of doing track or love running/jogging

Capricorn/10h

-there may be an age gap and it doesn’t have to be a huge one. Maybe a few years older. They can also be very mature or has a lot of life experience for someone their age.

-very ambitious, they don’t climb ladders, they climb mountains and will make it to the top every time

-respect and status is important to them. It doesn’t always mean fame status but status in a “I just want people to look up to me in a respectful way.” They may be managers or bosses, they can just carry that energy as well

-they may look put together, clean clothes that matches, hair groomed. They just look like they have their life together even if it’s currently a mess😅

-they have a jawline that was crafted by the Gods 🤌🏾

-family is important to them as well! Building a solid foundation that can be passed on to the next generation is a huge thing for them. They may be the patriarch of the family

-very close with their grandparents especially grandma. If their still alive and well, You’ll probably meet their granny before their parents

Aquarius/11h

-may have started off as acquaintances, then really good friends, not thinking much about dating until feelings starts to develope

-yall could of met while on a dating app.

-this is a cute, adorable, quirky, and weird husband. They may have different interest than you but that’s what you love about them!

-these partners are the type who will give you your space if you need it, they’ll actually encourage it!

-they may know lots of people and you’ll meet lots of new people through them.

-rules? What’s that? Lol they don’t mind breaking a few if they feel the need too. These people definitely live their life by the beat of their own drum.

-may be involved with humanitarian work, tech, science, astrology

Pisces/12h

-your connection my feel “divine” or like this person was handpicked for you specifically. There’s a spiritual connection between you two. You may dream a lot about each other.

-may also be from an unknown or foreign culture or country.

-water related things may be a theme such as the beach/swimming in the ocean, taking a cruise, kayaking, yacht, traveling to a water based city like Venice, Italy

-spiritually discussions can be part of your relationship

-creativify such as singing, writing songs or filming could be careers. Also being a healer like a spiritual teacher

-you may worship the ground they walk on and put them on a pedestal. Just try to make sure you don’t wear colored glasses and see them for who they are right now and not who you want them to be

-telepathic connection

Any married people here? Does some of this describe your hubby?

I’m not married yet but when I do, I’ll reblog this and let yall know 🫡

[transform4u]

Mirror, Mirror on the wall...

Dylan, 32 years old and a rising star in the world of journalism, had finally achieved his big break after years of hard work. Now, he enjoyed a comfortable six-figure income, residing in a stylish one-bedroom apartment overlooking a serene park on Chicago's west side. He was known for his easygoing nature, a friendly demeanor, and a contagious laugh that invited others into his world. Dylan took pride in his caring disposition, always looking out for his friends and partners.

Despite his contentment, one persistent annoyance nagged at him: a particular guy on Grindr who seemed relentless in his pursuit. This individual, far from Dylan's type, exuded a flamboyance that clashed with Dylan's more reserved personality. His profile picture, donned in drag, irked Dylan every time it appeared on his screen. Yet, amidst his success and popularity, Dylan prided himself on being his own person—not conforming to stereotypes, but embodying a cool, composed image that he meticulously cultivated.

After a long day at work followed by a rigorous gym session, Dylan returned home to unwind. Just as he settled in, his phone buzzed unexpectedly with a message on Instagram—not from his friend Kyle about their usual happy hour plans, but from the persistent Grindr user. Irritated yet intrigued by the message's tone, Dylan hesitated before reluctantly opening it.

"Hey Dylan. It's clear now that you don't want to date me. And I'm totally fine with that. Maybe you think you're too hot or too cool or whatever to date me. But you've only lived one life. Hah. That's gonna change."

A doorbell interrupted his thoughts, drawing Dylan to the front door where a package wrapped in vibrant red packaging lay waiting. Curiosity overcame him as he brought it inside and unwrapped it, revealing a mirror shaped like a melting heart. Puzzled by its arrival and wondering if he had made a drunken purchase, Dylan decided to hang it on his wall despite its mismatch with his usual decor.

Upon hanging the mirror, Dylan discovered a small letter tucked within. Reading it aloud, he found himself drawn into an impulsive act—reciting the mirror's enchantment aloud, inviting a change he could not have anticipated.

Dylan stood in front of the mirror, mesmerized and slightly apprehensive, as the first effects of his impulsive incantation began to take hold. The air around him crackled with an electric energy, a sensation he could only describe as a tingling wave coursing through his entire body. It started subtly, a faint tremor in his muscles, like a dormant power awakening. He read a note:

"Dearest Dylan. I'm so happy you decided to hang up my mirror. I know how much you love to look at yourself. Hah. Well. Look deep into the mirror. And soon you love life will change. It's a going to be wicked fun. Just look at the mirror on the wall and speak aloud the following words…

Mirror, Mirror on the wall. Give me a life to be hated by all. Mirror, Mirror my face looking back at me. Give me the personality of someone I'd hate to be. Mirror, Mirror show my worst self. Mirror, Mirror change thyself" As he spoke the words aloud. The paper fell from my hands and the mirror glowed and glowed almost incasing my entire room. What had he done?

At first, Dylan relished the transformation. He watched in awe as his reflection morphed before his eyes. Muscles tightened and expanded, sculpting his physique into something that mirrored the fitness models he had admired in magazines. His abs became chiseled, arms bulged with newfound definition, and his biceps swelled with strength. It was exhilarating; a validation of the hours he had spent at the gym, honing his body to perfection.

But as the changes intensified, doubts crept into Dylan's mind. His initial thrill gave way to a growing unease. He remembered the words he had spoken to the mirror: **"Give me the personality of someone I'd hate to be."** Panic simmered beneath his skin as he realized the gravity of his request.

The mirror, now glowing ominously, seemed to reflect not just his physical transformation, but something deeper—an alteration of his essence. His reflection's smirk deepened, its eyes gleaming with a knowing malice. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," the mirror whispered, its voice echoing with an otherworldly resonance that sent shivers down Dylan's spine.

As the transformation continued, Dylan felt an unnatural confidence surging through him, mingled with an unsettling arrogance. His once warm and inviting laugh took on a haughty edge. His friendly demeanor hardened into a dismissive smirk, and his generous spirit twisted into selfish impulses. The very traits he had prided himself on—kindness, empathy, humility—began to erode, replaced by a cold, calculating demeanor that he barely recognized.

Despite his growing discomfort, Dylan found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the mirror. It was as though he was watching a collision of his idealized self and his deepest fears, all brought to life by his reckless words. The mirror's reflection taunted him, mocking the person he was becoming.

In that moment of realization, Dylan knew he had to undo what he had set in motion. But the mirror held him captive, its eerie glow pulsating with an irresistible power. As he struggled against the creeping darkness within him, Dylan's heart sank with the weight of regret.

What had he done? And how could he ever return to the person he once was?

As Dylan wrestled with the unsettling changes in his demeanor, the transformation took an unexpected turn. The electric waves that had initially expanded his muscles began to reverse course. He felt a strange sensation of compression, as if his body was shrinking down, compacting itself while retaining the newfound strength and definition.

His arms, once bulging with exaggerated muscles, now tightened into a more refined and compact form. The exaggerated bulk softened, the lines of his physique becoming sleeker yet still maintaining a toned athleticism. Dylan's abs, previously sharp and defined, now settled into a leaner but no less impressive configuration. The transformation seemed to redefine his physical presence, sculpting him into a different ideal—a more compact, agile version of the muscular figure he had momentarily embodied. At first, Dylan didn't realize what was happening. His focus had been on the muscular changes wrought by the mirror's magic. But then, he noticed it: a gradual shrinking, a diminishment of his stature. Inch by inch, Dylan's height decreased, each moment bringing him closer to the ground until he stood at a diminutive 5 foot 4.

As his body underwent this metamorphosis, Dylan's skin tone deepened into a rich, bronzed tan. It was a stark departure from his natural complexion, now radiating with a sun-kissed glow that seemed to intensify under the mirror's eerie illumination. The mirror's magic continued to work its unsettling effects, altering not just his appearance but seemingly his very essence.

Dylan's gaze flickered down in shock as he noticed his shirt melting away, replaced by a garish gold chain draped around his neck. The chain, ostentatious and gaudy, clashed starkly against the more subdued attire he had preferred. It gleamed in the dim light of his apartment, a visible manifestation of the transformation's shift towards a persona he neither recognized nor desired.

The realization hit him hard. What had begun as a frivolous experiment had spiraled into something far more profound and irreversible. His reflection in the mirror now bore the mark of someone he might have once scorned—an exaggerated caricature of confidence bordering on arrogance, adorned with symbols of material excess that clashed with his previous understated elegance.

Fear and regret coursed through Dylan's veins as he struggled to comprehend the depth of the mirror's power. The once-inviting mirror now seemed to taunt him with each passing moment, its glow pulsating with a malevolent energy that mirrored the darker facets of his altered personality.

As he stood before the mirror, trapped in a transformation he couldn't control, Dylan's thoughts raced. How could he undo this? Was there any way to revert to the person he had been before his ill-advised invocation? With each passing second, the answer seemed to slip further from his grasp, swallowed by the insatiable hunger of the mirror's magic.

As the transformation continued, Dylan's mind began to fog up. His once-sharp intellect was dulled by a sudden influx of base desires and primal urges. The mirror's magic had not only altered his physical appearance but also rewired his brain, stripping away any semblance of rational thought or empathy he once possessed.

In its place grew an insatiable lust for women—their curves, their scents, their soft skin against his own hardened form. He found himself fixated on images of bikini-clad models and celebrities with impossibly large breasts and tight asses. His gaze lingered on every woman who crossed his path, imagining what it would be like to possess them in the most carnal sense possible.

His thoughts were no longer focused on intellectual pursuits or meaningful relationships; instead, they revolved around parties filled with alcohol and drugs where he could indulge in casual sex without consequence or commitment. The idea of settling down with one person seemed foreign to him now—a concept that held no appeal whatsoever in this new reality where pleasure was fleeting but easily attainable through superficial means alone.

Dylan's once-passionate love for men had been reduced to nothing more than a distant memory as he embraced this newfound heterosexuality wholeheartedly (or rather whole-mindedly). He found himself drawn towards masculine traits such as strength and dominance over feminine ones like sensitivity or emotional depth—qualities that were now deemed weaknesses by his transformed mindset.

As the transformation continued, Dylan's mind was flooded with more fuckboy thoughts. He found himself laughing along with the reflection in the mirror, which seemed to be enjoying his descent into shallow superficiality.

His flaws and memories began to change as well. His once-kind nature was replaced by a selfish and entitled attitude; he now believed that he deserved whatever he wanted without considering others' feelings or needs. His intelligence had been reduced to a basic understanding of popular culture and trends, leaving him unable to engage in meaningful conversations beyond small talk or gossip about celebrities.

The mirror erased any memories of Dylan's past relationships—both platonic and romantic—replacing them with fantasies about scoring hot chicks at parties or picking up women at bars using cheesy pickup lines learned from watching reality TV shows like "The Bachelor." His once-loving personality had been completely erased, replaced by an insatiable desire for attention from anyone who could provide him with temporary gratification or validation through social media likes or compliments on his physique which now included muscular abs but also featured excessive tanning.

As the transformation continued, Dylan became as shallow as possible. He wanted nothing more than to bang a hot chick who would make him feel like a real man. The image in his mind was that of a blonde bombshell with big boobs, toned abs, and an ass that wouldn't quit. She had to be tall enough for him to feel dominant over her but also petite enough for him to easily lift her off the ground during their passionate encounters.

Her personality didn't matter; all he cared about was how she looked on his arm at parties or how good she would be in bed (preferably multiple times throughout the night). He envisioned himself taking her out for expensive dinners before whisking her away to some exclusive club where they could dance until dawn while sipping champagne from flutes held aloft by waiters dressed in tuxedos.

The thought of waking up next to this perfect specimen of femininity filled Dylan with an almost primal desire—a need so strong it eclipsed any lingering traces of empathy or compassion he once possessed.

With his newfound confidence and shallow desires, Dylan mindlessly walked towards the nearest bar. He knew he would find plenty of women there who would be interested in someone like him—a tall, muscular guy with money to burn and a cocky attitude to match.

As he entered the dimly lit room filled with people drinking and dancing, his eyes immediately scanned for potential targets. Spotting a group of girls at one end of the bar, he made his way over without hesitation or any thought about being polite or respectful.

"Hey ladies," he said loudly enough for them all to hear as he slid onto an empty stool next to them, "what's up?" His tone was crude but laced with false charm as if this was something he did every night instead of being completely out of character for him just moments ago.

The woman he had addressed turned towards him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in his appearance. "Not much," she replied curtly before turning back towards her friends and continuing their conversation.

Undeterred by her lack of interest, Dylan leaned closer to the group and spoke directly to the woman again. "So what brings you girls out tonight?" He flashed a fake smile that revealed a row of perfectly white teeth now slightly yellowed from too much alcohol consumption over the years.

The woman rolled her eyes but didn't respond right away, instead choosing to ignore him completely while sipping on her drink nonchalantly.

Feeling emboldened by his new persona, Dylan reached out and grabbed the woman's ass without hesitation or consent. She let out a surprised gasp but didn't move away as he expected her to do. Instead, she turned towards him with a look of amusement in her eyes that made his heart race faster than it had in years.

"Well aren't you just full of surprises?" she said playfully before taking another sip from her drink. "I must admit, I wasn't expecting someone like you to hit on me tonight."

Dylan grinned widely at this small victory, feeling more confident than ever before as he ordered himself another round at the bar while keeping one eye on the group of women across from him.

As the night wore on, Dylan found himself growing more conservative and homophobic. His new persona seemed to thrive on these negative traits, embracing them as part of his identity. He began making crude jokes about gay people, laughing along with his friends at the expense of anyone who didn't fit into their narrow definition of masculinity.

His once-open mind had closed itself off completely, leaving no room for empathy or understanding towards those different from him. Instead, he focused all his energy on maintaining an image that would impress others—a tough guy who wasn't afraid to speak his mind even if it meant hurting someone else's feelings in the process.

Looking into the mirror, Dylan saw a reflection of himself that he barely recognized. Gone was the thoughtful, kind-hearted man he once was; in his place stood Austin—a tall, muscular straight fuckboy with a cocky attitude and an insatiable desire for women.

Austin's hair had grown out slightly longer but still maintained its sleekness thanks to regular trips to the barber. His eyes were now darker and more intense, reflecting his newfound confidence and willingness to take risks without considering consequences or others' feelings. His clothing consisted of designer labels that screamed "money" while showing off just enough skin to be considered tasteful by those who shared similar tastes as him.

Fuckboy Austin was the perfect embodiment of shallow, straight masculinity. He had an impressive physique thanks to hours spent at the gym each week, but he didn't let it go to his head—he knew he could always do better. His wardrobe consisted of expensive designer clothes that fit him perfectly, showing off his toned abs and broad shoulders while remaining tasteful enough for any upscale event or club scene.

His personality was just as well-crafted as his appearance; he had a cocky attitude that made women swoon but also came across as arrogant when dealing with others who didn't meet his high standards for attractiveness or success. He loved nothing more than hitting on beautiful women at bars and clubs before taking them home for a night filled with passionate sex followed by morning-after regrets on their part, which only served to fuel Austin's ego even further.

Fuckboy Austin lived a life filled with meaningless hookups, expensive nights out at clubs, and endless self-improvement efforts to maintain his perfect physique. He spent hours each day at the gym, lifting weights and running on treadmills while listening to motivational speeches on his headphones. His diet consisted mainly of protein shakes and pre-workout supplements that he believed gave him an edge over other guys trying to score with the same women as him.

Austin was also quite popular on social media platforms like Instagram and TikTok where he shared videos of himself flexing in front of mirrors or giving workout tips for those looking to get into shape themselves. His follower count continued growing daily thanks largely in part due to his good looks but also because many found inspiration in seeing someone so dedicated towards achieving physical perfection.

As far as hobbies went, Austin didn't have any real interests outside of working out or picking up chicks at bars; however, this lack of depth didn't seem bother him much since it allowed him more time focus solely on improving himself physically instead wasting energy pursuing meaningful relationships or intellectual pursuits.

Fuckboy Austin's life revolved around one thing: himself. He spent every waking moment thinking about how he could improve his appearance, his social status, or his chances with the latest hot girl who had caught his eye. His days were filled with trips to the gym followed by hours spent on social media, where he would post pictures of himself flexing or posing in front of mirrors while wearing nothing but a pair of tight briefs.

His nights were even more action-packed as he would hit up various clubs and bars looking for new conquests to add to his ever-growing list of notches on his bedpost. He had no qualms about using cheesy pickup lines or playing mind games with women just so they would give him their numbers or agree to go home with him later that night. Once he had secured a willing partner (or two), Austin would shower them with compliments and gifts before taking them back home for an evening filled with passionate sex followed by morning-after regrets on their part (which only served as fuel for Austin's already massive ego).

Despite all this success, there was still something missing from Fuckboy Austin's life—a sense of purpose beyond superficial pleasures like material possessions and casual encounters. Deep down inside, he knew that there must be more out there than just endless parties and meaningless hookups; however, those thoughts were quickly pushed aside whenever another beautiful woman crossed paths with him at some trendy nightclub.

[astridthevalkyrie]

love & deepspace | watching the solar eclipse with you

a/n: l&ds boys leave me alone l&ds boys are you listening please leave me alone

You're fiddling with your watch as you stare straight ahead, squinting to see if the short young lady across the street is really watching you through her window or whether or not it's a trick of the light. It certainly wasn't a trick of the light last week. You think it might be because you changed your curtains recently, and it just draws her eyes a little more naturally. You'd be more upset if you didn't spend so much time looking at her window wondering if she was looking at your window.

The wind teases your hair as you lean over the side of the balcony. Down below, the gleam from the quickly disappearing sun shines off your motorcycle, showing off the fresh polish you'd rubbed it down with earlier this morning.

"Admiring your baby?"

"I'm always admiring my baby," you sigh happily, letting out a small excited gasp when Xavier wraps his arms around you and offers you a bag of chips. "You actually found them!"

He hums lowly while you open the bag and dive in. Bless him for being just as much of a snacker as you. Not that the solar eclipse is an event you feel the need to celebrate, not with something like a party at least, but it still feels special. And it feels especially special because you and your boyfriend both made sure to request time off to just enjoy the moment together. For him to hunt down a favorite childhood snack for you too, well...this is a lot more than just a date now. This is something important, you can feel it.

And yet, Xavier treats the entire situation like it's any other day. He burrows his face into your neck, avoiding the sun entirely. The glow on his skin is even more beautiful than the one on your motorcycle.

"Xavier," you giggle, swatting at his hands while his fingers clutch your sweater all the more tightly. "Xavier, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event!"

"So enjoy it," he utters softly, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "My once-in-a-lifetime event is right here."

"Doctor," you tease quietly, "I think I'll just sneak a small glance—"

Immediately, a warm hand covers your eyes, and you bite back a laugh. Zayne, for how clever he is, takes absolutely no chances with you. One might find it insulting, that he thinks you seriously would simply gaze up at the sun and let it burn your retinas, but you begrudgingly admit that you've perhaps made some impulsive decisions in the past.

With a brief smile, you take his hand in yours, and slide it down to your lips, kissing his palm. Hazel eyes meet yours and soften fondly.

"You only have the one lunch break," he murmurs, "and there is only one eclipse. Surely there were better places to see it aside from my car."

Of course there were. Even the roof of the UNICORNS building would have an incredible view. But Zayne had given you the privilege of sitting in the drivers' seat for once, his AC is always set to the perfect temperature, and most importantly...

Zayne is there. And he watches you like you're the most interesting thing about the world right now—yesterday, today, and always. He took his car out of its special parking spot just to sit in the corner of the street with the best view, all because you asked once, and you couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

Instead of explaining all these reasons, you merely lean over the driver's seat, tug the collar of his short close, and plant a short kiss on his lips. He responds in kind, hand immediately rising to cup your cheek and deepen the kiss.

When he pulls back after a minute, lips swollen a little, he says breathlessly, "We'll miss actually seeing the eclipse at this rate."

"Well, you were right," you whisper, fisting his collar in your hands, "I only have the one lunch break, and I can't waste it."

His gaze becomes something indescribable, and the protective eyewear he's been holding in his hands slips onto the floor of the car as he cups your cheeks.

This time, Zayne kisses you.

For once, you were the dramatic one, insisting on a full outing, which you and Rafayel went back and forth on, until the two of you compromise by going out into his backyard. Outside, you draped a lovely little picnic blanket on the grass.

Rather dramatically, he's draped himself over you, head in your lap like he's making a huge sacrifice.

"Raf, at least look once."

"No," he whines quietly, so soft you want to coo, burying his face into your stomach, "fishies like me can't stare directly into the sun."

You poke his cheek. "Newsflash, H2O-Just-Add-Water, humans can't do that either. That's what the glasses are for."

Rafayel kisses your stomach, looking perfectly content. It's a wonder he even came out with you to see the eclipse at all, considering he's clearly not planning to actually experience it. With a sigh, you curl a few fingers into his hair, absentmindedly scratching the top of his head while you sneak another glance at the little orange light peeking back at you.

He grumbles. "Be careful. I don't trust your human technology."

"Yeah, yeah." With a smile, you look back down at him. "Are you sure you don't wanna see? It's really beautiful!"

"Oh, really?" he muses, muffled against your clothes. "Alright, I'll be the judge of that."

Then, without warning, he turns his head and gazes up.

Immediately, your hand flies up to shield his eyes. Your fingers brush up against your forehead, wisps of hair tickling your thumb as you try in a mild panic to protect him. While your first thought is to scold him for risking his eyesight like that, you note just a second later that Rafayel isn't trying to look at the eclipse. His gaze is trained on you, as though he can see more than the eclipse—the entire universe—in your eyes.

Faintly, you think that the pink of his pupils is prettier than any shade the sun could ever hope to be.

"Hm," he mumbles, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear, "yeah, you're right. Beautiful."

[merbear25]

Hi Mer pretty! Its Camii

Congratulations on the 200f ♡♡♡

Can I request 6 with Crocodile? I just love my Crocoboy uwu

fem or gn reader is fine to me, however you feel more comfortable! And nsfw. THANKS ♡

Cami, lovely!! So happy to see you pop in and request this! I love Crocoboy too, so I was super excited to write this for you! I hope you like it 💜💜

A guarded heart

CW: NSFW!!! MDNI!! fem!reader, angsty, vaginal penetration, mutual masturbation

Having worked alongside Crocodile for those few years, you were able to consider yourself one of the lucky few to be granted access to his inner circle. Your loyalty, determination, and honesty were all qualities he valued in you. He hadn't necessarily favored the 'wearing your heart on your sleeve' quality before, yet you were the exception―as you were with many things.

Through the hurdles thrown at you to further test your commitment to him, you always came out on top, earning you the most subtle hint at praise. With the countless displays of your devotion to him, he grew fond of you: you had proven to be dependable, fierce, but also tender and kind towards him. Seeing such a side to you uncovered a deep want in him, one that'd been burried underneath years of pain―to be loved.

Although you could easily predict how trying a romantic aspect to your relationship would be, you'd be lying to yourself if you said he didn't have a tight hold on your heart. You'd been admiring him for quite awhile, and such admiration formed into longing. Taking such a risk with Crocodile would be your most significant test of your devotion to him. If you were able to outlast his frigid behavior and break down his walls, you'd earn the greatest prize you'd ever know and this was the immense source of your motivation.

As time passed, your relationship with Crocodile was proving to be difficult: his icy demeanor, the spiked heart he kept under lock and key, his line of work. In spite of all these demotivations, there were glimmers of hope that you were getting through to him, making the struggles worth while: his appreciative look, the soft caress of your cheek and jaw.

Such tender moments made you melt, yet they were abruptly snatched from you as you could feel your progress regress just as you were under the impression you were getting somewhere. You were getting too close to him, your words were far too sweet and caring, which blared the alarms. Fear and doubt crept in―you could see it in his eyes―you would eventually betray him. Being pushed away was undoubtedly tearing down your will to push forth.

Not being able to deny yourself to experience the heartache shaking your core, your silent cries rang throughout the room. You now had his undivided attention. Going over to you was done on an impulse, and as he brought up his hand in an attempt to soothe your woes, he hesitated. What could he do or even say?

His hand found itself on your shoulder, offering you a slight reassurance in his touch. It wasn't as if he wanted to be guarded with you, yet these shackles from his past continued to hold back any possibility of forming a meaningful future with you. Oh, how he yearned to feel your warmth on him. Granting him the luxury of getting lost in your light seemed just out of reach. Letting the cold-blooded reptile in deprivation of basking in the rays of his heart-warming lover, was something he was reluctant to indulge in.

The faint rub from his thumb when paired with his concerned gaze, made you want to assure him that you understood he still needed time to come around. "I can accept that breaking down your walls will take time, but I can't deny the heartache I feel when you push me away time and time again."

As honesty coupled your sorrowful words, he admitted, "I'm trying, I'm actually really trying..." There was a muffled twinge of pain he shared with how he was treating you.

You took a step forward when the window to his soul was just beginning to open, drawing you closer to help comfort the inner termoil he must be fighting against just to stay afloat. Despite his tough exterior, his eyes indicated that he was in dire need of your warm touch.

"I see that you're trying, but you don't have to keep your struggles to yourself anymore," running your hand down his chest, you could feel his heartbeat quicken.

Letting this moment slip between his fingers was not in the cards. Swiftly, he leaned down to capture those lips he'd been craving for far too long.

Your hunger for physical affection matched his own, leaving the both of you subject to the wild fires of passion raging within. Feeling you gripping at the fabric collected above his belt sent him into a frenzy―his worsening starvation could only be satiated by the intimacy from his dearly beloved.

Forcing your skirt up, he tugged at your tights and panties, causing a sharp gasp to leave your reddened lips. Having such a blissful noise fall on his ears only enticed him to satisfy his growing need for you.

Swooping you up in his arms, he carried you over to the couch, never letting his eyes leave yours so as not to let the electrifying connection falter.

Plopping you down, you couldn't help but let a groan pass through you. Seeing you in such a flustered state awoke the beast within him which had been dormant. Leaning over you, his want was backed by a searing kiss. With the sudden thrill of the events unfolding more quickly by the moment, you pawed at his belt in an attempt to unbuckle it, though your concentration was being tugged in mutliple directions.

With one swift motion, he finished undressing your lower half, leaving your breasts peeking out from under your untucked blouse. Eyeing your twitching slit, he promptly shoved two fingers in not even considering how much he'd stretch you past your capabilities.

Yelping at the sudden assault, you clawed your fingers into his thighs, earning yourself a rumbling moan from your eager lover. This time being able to firmly grasp his belt buckle, you yanked it off and impatiently wrapped your fingers around his aching length, which already had precum beading from the overpowering thrill.

As he rammed his fingers inside you, you had his cock settled against the back of your thigh, helping you stimmulate the intimidating girth yearning to break you in half.

With making the other pant from the increasing build up, neither of you could further resist temptation; watching him line up with your sopping wet folds, you clentched at the cushions. Feeling him ease into you sent shockwaves prickling throughout each fiber of your being.

Pumping in and out of you was becoming increasingly more difficult for the two of you―such gratification of finally relishing in the other's touch was testing his self-restraint more than yours. The hitched breaths, the lows moans, the sounds of skin slapping: they were attacking each sense of his.

Despite him having held on for as long as he had, the constrictions of your spasming walls took him by utter surprise―just barely escaping releasing in you, he hurridly finished on your weakened form. Being doused in his hot streams of arousal made your chest heave from remnants of euphoria nipping at you.

Easing yourselves down from your high, he cupped your face and placed a tender kiss upon your forehead. Offering him a gentle smile, he didn't return it, although his gaze lead you to believe he was far less guarded now.

[gotafewtricks]

Hello! I saw that your requests were open and was wondering if I could request Hanzo having a crush on a shy reader and how he would approach them/ask them out? Maybe they go on a cute date? :) Thank you in advance!

★ Shaky hands and awkward laughs

Mhm, hello! Idk where you Hanzo fans came from, but I'm enjoying reading your requests and the such :3 anyways, you're welcome !! Hope you're doing well! I'm sorry this took a bit, I was just a bit busy here lately.

Feelings would catch up to the stoic archer sooner or later; knowing that what his heart truly told him was what feel true to him—natural.

He liked—no, loved—you more than for your characterized timid nature. Hanzo would never degrade someone to just one notion of their mannerisms; their personality. He does believe that what's in the inside of a person makes them beautiful, but he could go on and on about what makes you oh-so special to him.

At first, Hanzo would rethink and doubt his crush. He knew he felt very strongly for you, and those emotions felt as if they'd burst through his seams. It seemed that his mind was plagued by his overthinking nature. Would you think that he only sought for you because of the "appeal" of being shy? Was he trying to prove to himself that he was the protective role—therefore, only thinking of such an intimate relationship as just mere status? Just how status affected him all those years back?

Many people are proclaimed "shy" in different ways. Either through their nervousness and reluctance of meeting and-slash-or interacting with others (however, that term's rather "anxiety"), or through stuttering and stammering words—overthinking, like how Hanzo was—he'd do his best to never embarrass you.

Hanzo is not one to purely view someone as just "cute" by humiliating them. Sure, the blush that'll coat your cheeks from time to time make him also flustered, he doesn't want you to ever be upset, if you do not take embarrassment very well.

He would tease you, but never about something he knew that would be too much for you. As with every other person, too—but, you were someone special to him.

Even if Hanzo wasn't a shy person, he was rather reluctant on interacting at heart. Therefore, he'd much, much rather have you hint at potentially liking him; so he doesn't disrespect any boundaries by asking you out.

I feel like the poor man would wait and wait, and if you were too shy to even remotely hint at it, he'd get flustered over the idea of having to be the one to ask you out. It takes a lotttt of convincing himself into doing such a thing, considering he is also afraid of messing everything up.

He would try his best to pick out a good spot and time for him to pop the question; not letting his impulses to randomly hint at it, or do something even more, get in the way of everything. As much as Hanzo would move to hold you in his embrace already; kissing your neck tenderly... He knew that it was way too embarrassing for his own good.

Eventually, he then settled on asking if you were free anytime soon during a conversation about his training schedule. Hanzo felt as if he should ask the question, as if it was normal and felt right—rather than having to force himself in a "romantic" environment for it to be valid. He truly did love you, no matter what the circumstances may be.

"I format my days around the times of my practicing." He would then explain, drawing an arrow from his quiver to just absentmindedly shoot at a target—bullseye. "How about you? When are you normally free?"

Just adding that last sentence made his heart beat a bit faster. As much as Hanzo does have a flirty personality, underneath his stoic nature, he feels very... wrong, if he were to flirt with someone that could either get shy or embarrassed easy. He doesn't want to break any boundaries, but he doesn't know how else he could ask if you were okay with flirting, just due to the implications.

After you filled the archer in on your schedule, the two of you then settled on a day where you two could hang out—with how he phrased it, it was rather vague, and you didn't just want to assume that your crush was really asking you out. But, unfortunately...

As the both of you were together, underneath the cherry blossoms—it began to rain. The two of you had to make due with sheltering at a local inn, as there was no time, or use, to go back home; considering the location that Hanzo picked out in particular was for a purpose, as it was secluded, private, and beautiful. Just like him, in essence.

With frantic apologies from both parties, he then just had to look around the interior of the inn room that he has rented out, just for today. He even was thinking of taking them out to a favourite restaurant of his, but, no—the weather had to ruin it. There was a nagging feeling of frustration behind him, as if he just... couldn't do anything.

As you saw that all-too familar look on his face, you tilted your head; and asked what was wrong, and if it was the weather. Hanzo would then scowl, rather at himself than anything, as he woukd then shake his head. You were already on the bed of the room, so you then patted the seat next to him; implying you wanted him closer snd level to you. He obliged.

"I... my apologies, for earlier. I feel confined in here." He'd sigh out.

You then reassure him that it's okay, and that it wasn't anyone's fault for the weather. It's not as if anyone could control it! After talking to Hanzo more about this, his gaze started to soften, as it always does whenever he chats with you, and then he now nods his head; affirming that it's okay.

"Plus, any given time with you is great! I just... eugh, that rain made me feel so cold and clammy- oh?"

Once you get those words out, Hanzo then took the leap of faith, and brought an arm around you to hold you close to him. It just felt natural, as he didn't have any words to really express his gratitude for you—relying on touch and his body language to convey it, as the words felt too heavy on his tongue. Please say what he's doing is okay, and that you understand—because you love him, too.

[blueicequeen19]

Now & Forever

Warnings: mostly fluff, breaking and entering, unprotected sexy time

You knew something was up. JJ was too nervous and antsy. Someone on the outside might think he was just being his usual goofy self but you could tell. JJ was hiding something and you were the last person he kept secrets from.

He’d insisted you wear his favorite dress and he even cleaned up nicely with his black button up and jeans. He could be wearing a onesie and still look irresistible.

"Do you know where we are?" JJ's comforting voice draws your attention as he pulls you to a stop on the beach. The moon was the only light available for you to take in your surroundings. The ocean looked like a pot of black ink and even the usual white sand still looked black. You glanced around, recognizing the lighthouse in the distance as you dug your toes into the sand.

"Is this the beach where we first met?" You smirked, feeling his hand tighten in yours.

"Yes."

"Where I was trying to surf and you laughed at me?" You tease, giggling as he pulls you into his big strong arms.

"I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing over how angry you were." JJ kisses your forehead.

"Then I marched up to you and told you if you could do it so much better than to have at it." You smiled against his chest, his heart racing beneath his black button up shirt.

"And I showed you up and you were embarrassed. You didn't talk to me for two weeks." JJ chuckles, tilting your chin up to steal a kiss. You smile against the softness of his lips, practically tasting the mint on his tongue. He even wore cologne tonight which only heightened your suspicions.

"And you made up for it by teaching me how to surf and letting me push you off your board more than once." The memory enhances the butterflies you already have in your stomach. It warms you to think someone so carefree and good, took notice of you. JJ was perfect just as much as he was impulsive. He was fiercely loyal and protective but you loved that. You always felt safe with him and he never failed to make you laugh.

You almost laugh, remembering you’d never told him you knew he frequented that beach and you only attempted surfing to get his attention. You just hadn't counted on him laughing and you getting overly embarrassed.

"Do you remember our first time in the light house?" You look over your shoulder, still safe and sound in his arms and inhaling his intoxicating scent. Your cheeks heat as you think about how many other times you'd hooked up in that light house. The man was always horny and you could never tell him no.

"When I scuffed my knee because I had to be inside you on the stairs?" His low growl meets your ears and you gasp, your hands tightening in his shirt. "Or was that the time you finished me twice with your mouth?" Heat pools in your belly and your eyes threaten to fall closed, the memories almost overwhelming as you felt your panties grow wet through clenched thighs.

"JJ Maybank, you have a dirty mouth." You tease playfully, reaching up on your tiptoes and kissing him passionately, threading your fingers through his soft hair. He groans, always losing himself when your tongue slips past his lips. You're both lost in the kiss when he finally pulls away, his forehead resting against yours and his erection prominent against your navel.

"You know I love you right?" His voice is barely more than a whisper, his fingers toying with the hair that hangs down your bare back. Every brush of his skin against yours gave you goosebumps.

"Yes. And I love you." You whisper back, kissing the tip of his nose.

"No, like, I love you more than anything. More than I've ever loved anybody. You're everything to me and I don't know what I did all those years without you because now, I can't picture a future without you in it." You pull back enough to look up into those ocean blue eyes, your heart in your throat. He smiles, the love he feels is written all over his face. The man practically has heart eyes. You never doubted how he felt about you but it was amazing to hear.

"You don't have to, J. I'm yours. Now and forever." You kiss him and he kisses you back harder before pulling away and dropping to one knee in the sand. Your eyes widen as he withdraws a white jewelry box from his pocket. Your mind draws a blank as the box opens and you're left staring at a beautiful white gold band with a single round diamond. It seemed to glow under the moonlight.

"Y/N, will you marry me?" JJ lets out an uneven breath, his nerves getting the best of him as tears fill your eyes. A sob leaves you before you can find the words to answer.

"Yes! Oh my god, yes! Absolutely!" You cry, refraining from throwing yourself in his arms as he lights up with a smile and quickly slides the ring on your finger. JJ quickly stands to his full height and picks you up by the backs of your thighs, your legs going around his waist as your lips meet.

It takes you a few moments to realize that he's walking and you don't have to look back to know where he's heading. You giggle against his lips, your arms around his neck as your tongues collide and he steals your ability to breathe. Your back meets the door of the lighthouse and you groan, needing him inside you.

"JJ--." You whine, grinding your body against his.

"I have to pick the lock." JJ growls, pulling his lips away and sitting you on your feet. You impatiently wait as he takes his tools from his pocket and quickly picks the lock. You hear the lock give and you gasp happily before he shoves the door open and picks you up again. He slams the door behind you, engulfing you in darkness as he presses your back against the cool wall, kissing you like he'll die if he doesn't.

"Please, baby, I need you inside me." You beg, tearing at the buttons of his shirt.

"Trust me, I'm going to fuck my fiance." You moan when he calls you that, feeling him free himself between your bodies. You feel him against your thighs; thick, hard and hot. He puts you on your feet and spins you around, pulling your white sundress over your head in haste, leaving you in nothing but a sexy lace thong. He groans behind you, dropping to his knees as he pulls the tiny fabric over the swells of your ass and down your legs. His fingers slide between your legs, stroking your clit enough to make your knees wobble.

"Always nice and ready for me." JJ's lust filled voice has your clit throbbing in response as he raises again.

"Don't scrape your knee again." You tease, feeling his shirt come off next. He places it in your hands and you lay it across the third step so you have something to kneel on. JJ roughly grabs your ass, growling as he pushes you to your knees and spreading your thighs. You were so wet you were dripping.

"Does this mean I don't have to wear a condom anymore?" His raspy voice meets your ear, his lips finding your neck as he guides himself to your waiting entrance.

"Are we married yet?" You tease, pushing your ass back to torture him.

"We can go to the courthouse tomorrow." JJ growls, fingers digging into your hips. You were too far gone to think of something logical to say back, not with the head of his cock kissing your entrance. It seemed silly now to deny him now that you were engaged even though you weren't on birth control.

"You have to pull out." You practically plead, your body aching to be filled. JJ's lips find your spine, he kisses your skin before dragging his tongue upwards. You groan, sparks shooting through your body.

"I will, I promise." JJ groans, cupping your right breast with ringed fingers and tweaking your pointed nipple. You whimper in frustration, reaching beneath you to guide him inside your aching hole. JJ hisses and your eyes flutter shut as the thick head slips inside you. You suck in a breath as he pushes the rest of the way, filling you to the brim. You hear a string of colorful curses leave his lips and you bite back a laugh, fighting to slow your racing heart and the urge to move.

"Ahh, I can't wait to make you my wife and come home to this everyday." He makes his point by thrusting in hard just once, making you gasp.

"I can't wait for everyone to see my ring on your finger and my kid in your belly." You moan loud and long, clenching around him so tightly that he growls in response as he thrusts once more. You wanted nothing more than to give him all those things.

"I love you Mrs Maybank. Now and forever."

[spheciform]

Sad she only got one album out before everything went to shit, but what's a girl to do?

This is a fake album cover for my dnd character, Helvia, and her fake band THREAT DISPLAY!!! Context for this piece and Helvia as a whole under the cut because once I start I can't stop talking about her <3

SO the campaign hasn't started yet, but Helvia is my character for a science fiction campaign. She's robot!!! Well I guess that's obvious now. BUT the basic gist: Helvia was manufactured as an industry-controlled and maintained electronic "punk" singer. When the project ended up making no money, everything related to it (including her), was abandoned. Three years later, she wakes up out of stasis with no clue what happened, an insane debt, and a failing memory. You will look at her !! Her full name is Helvia Cardinalis. This is just a genus of mantis it doesn't have any special meaning I just like bugs <3

-she has generated "background" memories of an entire life, but there's no telling which of those are real. I don't actually know which of them are real. My dm does!!! We'll be finding out together!!

-sometimes she uh. Doesn't know basic information. Whenever something she should reasonably know gets brought up I get to roll a flat d20 to do a "memory check", the checks getting harder the older the memory is. When she fails, she gets to lie or change the topic etc because she would rather DIE than admit anything is wrong with her.

-the album cover is kind of an intentionally really poor introduction of her character. She's more silly than anything? The entire project was meticulously micromanaged by the company that made her. The "novelty" and aesthetic of having a construct as their lead took forefront in its advertisement. There were two other members of THREAT DISPLAY!!! But she has no memory of them because they were considered comparatively SO unimportant to advertising and to her that they have gone... forgotten.

-Helvia herself is. A real character alright!!! Based entirely in what a corporation thinks a "cool alternative girl" is, she's impulsive, selfish, and just. So fucking stupid. She's firmly a "might makes right" type of person who was designed to appear counterculture but still ultimately serve and be fine with the status quo as long as it benefits her. She's going to do anything that grants her immediate satisfaction, and is obsessed with maintaining her image as "cool and above it all", even as her body is actively breaking down. She easily falls for flattery.

Notes about the piece: yeah I downloaded and used splatoon fonts for the nonsense text. I think I typed gay sex like twice I'll be real none of it translates to relevant information. I think there's something in there about how I hope it came across as an adequate parody of machine girl album covers (my main inspiration). The composition of the piece itself is meant to feel kind of skeevy and exploitative because well. It is!! It's drawing the fine line between 'wow this is so cool and counterculture of us wow!!!' and fetishistic? Etc etc missing the chestpiece as an analog for putting a woman topless on the cover. There's actually a separate sketch I did as a canonical "mock up" for the design that originally included the other members, treating them like props because they're so unimportant, before they were scrapped from the final design because they were That Unimportant.

Notes on Helvia's design: I pulled from a few sources for this!! Notably I looked at so many pictures of that band Tramp Stamps. Remember Tramp Stamps? I don't. They're like the direct analog I think to her. I also pulled from vocaloid designs!! Impractical, cool, kind of "anime" feel. This comes across most in her hair I think which is just so beautifully impractical. The yellow gloves are so stupid important to me actually they're kind of ugly but it's the only way her name ended up being important: helvia cardinalis (mantis) is Bright Yellow and raises its 'arms' in its threat display, which I wanted to pull from for potential posing of her!! So. Bright stupid yellow gloves <3 they're an easy way to tell her character apart too & mean I don't have to worry about drawing all the nonsense on her arms. The translucent skirt also comes from the mantis, sort of pulled from its wings!! Original concepts for her included synthetic skin rotting away but her design was already more complicated than I normally go for and we ultimately ended up realizing her being openly and visibly a construct was important for her image in her music career so it worked out well! She is at least missing an eyeball :] doesn't affect vision since the mechanics are still in place but I guess she just gets that fun sans glow socket <3 her outfit is meant to look simultaneously cool, vaguely expensive, but also super super cheap?? Overall I'm happy with the fact that she looks both cool and really stupidly impractical in that classic 2000s deviantart oc way <3 it's important to me! Ultimately:

[elfbitches]

hi :) an update and reintroduction to myself, since its been a long time and things are different now

a lot of very big life-changing things have happened to me since i've been away, some very bad, some very good, all very hard stuff to go through. i moved to another country(!), got married to my partner and best friend of 7 years (!!), and im currently in the process of filing for immigration(!!!). ive also been grappling with mental and physical health issues that, for now at least, need to be managed without professional help which makes the challenging things even harder. but im here, im alive. imperfect, with a lot i need to work on, but im still trying and my life is several lightyears away from what it used to be. ive finally landed where im gonna stay, and now i can finally recover with the stable ground ive been without for my entire life.

ive been wanting to find a way to come back to social media after abstaining for over a year now aside from checking in now and then, and i had this sort of self-imposed pressure to make it something Significant with beautiful artwork to announce my return and signify how hard ive been working on recovering mentally emotionally physically and artistically. so i kept delaying it because nothing ive been making seemed amazing or groundbreaking enough to warrant all the fuss, and in the process depriving myself of basic human interaction because i didnt feel good enough about myself to show up empty-handed. however i now realise that that impulse was the same sort of mentality that got me so catastrophically burnt out so many times before, that my creativity and artistic output is a commodity that needs to meet a certain level of quality to justify it's existence to others, and all i could do was pray that people like it enough to keep paying attention to me. im trying to break out of that, and as such i have nothing to give you other than myself. im not a content creator, i am simply a person who creates.

ive done a lot of reflection on what is important to me this past year, and currently im in a state of flux and change and adjustment in all aspects of my life. ive basically restarted my entire artistic journey and im starting over from scratch in order to make my art something I both love to look at and love making, and neither of those things have been true for many years now. the same goes for how I presented myself and interacted with others during my time on social media, and I understand now what it means when people say "you teach people how to treat you"; it took me a long time to realise that I was unhappy with how people treated me, and that was a direct result of me constantly enabling specific behavior simply because it gave me positive attention (even if it was at my expense most of the time, people-pleasing habits die hard). from now on going forward, i want to give myself the respect i deserve, and be better about establishing healthy boundaries without being the isolated recluse ive become in the past year.

so all that said, hi! you can call me abel or blue :) i work as a remote graphic designer/illustrator for a tea shop in seattle, and live in canada with my husband will and our cat mango cheesecake! im a weird gay stoner with AuDHD and my current obsession and all-encompassing special interest is my multimedia art therapy project called ELFWOOD, and im always working on it in some capacity at any given time. im also a nsfw artist that loves drawing queer porn and doing drugs so suggestive stuff and things relating to weed and psychedelics will be a big thing here. i hope to be brave enough to post art and project updates someday soon, but i want to make sure its something i want for myself and not because i want to rely on external validation. thank u for reading and sticking around if u choose to! if not, thats okay and i hope u have a lovely day anyway :)

[realkavehgf]

♡ I must confess...

a/n: I said I was gonna take a break but since I impulsively made this self-indulgent fic, I might as well share my cringe to the world!! AHAHA I finished and proofread at 3am so you might see a few errors here and there. This is a late Valentine's fic! I was supposed to finish this on the day itself but school...

!!! I am not a writer, I mainly draw artworks, so this isn't as good as the others out there, but enjoy the product of my lil brain!

content: 1.3+k words, reader pov focused, reader confesses, reader is an absolute simp for kaveh(cough), a part that implies that reader draws, giving kaveh cookies, kaveh is a pretty popular guy, fluff, just fluff. not sure if it's ooc but it's not that bad if it is! friends to lovers, kavehxgn!reader, modern HS au! Self-indulgent, but it's pretty much general so dw!

Fic under the cut! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

After school, holding a small box of cookies and a Valentine's card behind your back, you prepped yourself. Today was the day. Today, you were going to tell your best friend that you liked him— that you really, really liked him.

Waiting outside in the courtyard, standing near the bench that you two would usually sit and hang out on, you waited to see that pretty boy blond that made your heart skip a beat for every little thing he did with you... Probably excluding the nagging he would do every so often when he was worried about you.

After a while, he called out to you, "I'm here! Sorry for the wait!" momentarily rendering you frozen in place. His bright voice ringing out, slightly out of breath.

Kaveh sat beside you with a smile, arms full of chocolatey sweets. "There were some people who gave me a few things on the way here... And I couldn't really refuse them, you know." He tittered awkwardly.

It was to be expected for someone like him to receive confessions, treats, and whatnot during this special day — he was kind, considerate... and, you could say that he was well liked by those who knew him.

He placed the chocolates and letters on the bench carefully, and... You were going to add to the amount of treats he was going to have to finish. Hesitance took root, you gulped. Palms starting to get sweaty as your heart pounded in your chest, and all of that... Just because he was there.

"Kaveh..." You muttered, before clearing your throat, hands firmly behind your back as you faced him, "I have something to tell you."

He blinked, caught off guard. "Oh? Um, what is it...?" obvious that he was drawing conclusions in his mind — his cheeks were growing redder and redder by the second. As always, being an open book whenever he was with you.

Though, from that reaction of his... Could it be?

"You probably already know what I was going to tell you..." you grumbled under your breath, turning your head to look at something else, your face burning from embarrassment.

"No, no..." He spoke up, voice softening, "Tell me."

This guy is going to cause you a heart attack one of these days, damn it! Speaking oh-so gently... You could only imagine his expression as he watched you squirm about, eyes glued on the nearby trash bins trying to calm down.

"Alright, I..." You started, "I-" you stuttered, "I...!" oh, you just couldn't!

You heard him come a little bit closer, making your heart drop to your stomach. "Look at me." He spoke firmly, yet tenderly.

Slowly, you turned to face him, finding a visage that reflected your own — a blushing mess. "That- that's better..." He whispered, giving you a bashful little smile.

You let out a soft whimper as you two locked eyes... Oh that ruby gaze you could just get lost in— no, no, damn it. Damn it all! Why is he like this?!

"Okay, okay..." You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, showing him the gifts you had prepared. "I... like you." Voice growing weaker with each word that you let out.

And there it was — the feelings you held in for months on end, out of the bag.

A few moments of silence ensued, the beating of your heart growing louder, almost deafening in your ears—

Until you felt a pair of arms wrapping around you, squeezing you tight. Not even taking the gifts first, huh....

He giggled, sighing of relief, refusing to show you his face. "I hope you're sure about that..." He muttered, letting his warmth envelop you, hiding his face from you. Your legs trembling from the sensation.

"Uh- mhm, I'm sure." You reassured him, unable to return the fluffy embrace as, well, you were holding the box of cookies and card in both your hands.

He pulled back slightly, glancing at the things you made him, "Oh, right! Sorry, let me take these real quick." he said, taking the sweets and the card from your grasps.

Checking the card's contents, he chuckled, "'For you'... and, is this supposed to be me?" He asked, showing you the card that you made for him — and yes, that was him in all his doodled glory. It wasn't as good as his own silly scribbles, but that unwavering smile of his indicated that he didn't care, and he absolutely loved it.

He placed your gifts on the bench, separated from the rest that he received earlier. "Ahem," he cleared his throat. His hand on his face as he looked at you.

Silence... Before he'd walk back towards you, wrapping you with his arms once more. "Thank you... I... really like you too." He admitted awkwardly, hushed. "So, I'm... very happy." He continued, hearing his voice tremble ever so slightly.

You returned his hug with your own, squeezing him back. The butterflies in your stomach fluttering about rapidly — you couldn't help but to lean on him.

"I'm happy too..." You whispered back, basking in his affection, catching a whiff of his cologne mixed with the scent of the sunny day that went by... It tickled your nose in a good way.

...

"... You better not be crying," you quipped, as he didn't speak after a few seconds.

He scoffed, "Er- hmph, no I'm not." his voice coming out nasally, oh.

Wait, was he actually crying?!

You pulled away, catching a glimpse of his flushed face, tears of joy, you hoped, trickling down his cheeks.

"Hey, don't look at me—!" He managed to say with a chuckle, before getting cut off by you cupping his cheeks, and wiping his tears with your thumbs, causing him to look at you, wide-eyed.

"No, no, I'm gonna stare, and stare real hard." You teased, giving him a bright smile. His cheeks heating up even more from your words. "You're so dramatic sometimes—" You continued to joke, but now was his turn to catch you off guard.

He took one of your hands, and pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles, his lips lingering a little too long. Smiling charmingly afterwards despite him tearing up just a second ago.

You stared at him, flabbergasted, oh you definitely kept your word... He bested you yet again...! You grumbled, the thumping in your chest growing louder in your ears, but you couldn't look away from him.

This... is so unfair!!

"You were saying?" He let out a light laugh, "So cute..." he remarked, causing shivers to run up your spine.

"Damn it..." You pouted, pulling your hands away, and taking a few steps back. "That was so uncalled for..." you grumbled.

He merely laughed, "You've done worse, you know! I'm sorry!" before leading you to take a seat on the bench, next to the pile of sweets.

"Alright... Why don't we eat yours first?" He offered, taking the box you gave to him in his hand, looking at you for your approval.

Recovering from what just happened, you cleared your throat, "Sure, sure... I don't mind." flashing him a smile.

He nodded, opening the tin box of cookies, he beamed, "These look delicious..." he muttered, his eyes twinkling at the confections sitting on his lap.

He reached out his hand to you, offering you the first bite. Making your heart skip a beat — it wasn't the first time he offered you food, but when it's this setting...

"No, you eat it first!" You waved your hands dismissively, but stubborn as he was, he continued to offer it to you. Not taking no as an answer.

But to be fair, if you continued to resist, it'd turn into a back and forth of insisting the other should eat the biscuit first... So you accepted it, and took a bite.

"Mm." Unsurprisingly, it was good. You picked it out yourself, after all!

Seeing your reaction, Kaveh picked up a cookie as well, taking a bite. Hearing a delighted hum leave his lips, you let out a sigh of relief that you weren't aware you were holding.

You continued to look at him as he savored your gift with a smile.

Everything has calmed down, and both of you were aware about each other's feelings now. But whatever that would come next would be for tomorrow, because right now, both of you would savor this memorable moment — the taste of the sweetness of cookies, each other's company...

... And the brokenhearted admirers of Kaveh watching from afar.

[astrobolical]

Cute as a kitten-

Content Warnings: Suggestive, Satan gets riled up (nothing explicit though), Animalistic behaviour (Purring, growling, protectiveness), biting, as always MDNI.

Reader: Gender Neutral

This took a turn, this was just supposed to be fluff but I have no self control with my second favourite brother, apparently. This has a lot of fluff in the beginning, at least. This was inspired from Satan’s texts about cat behaviours.

I made the banner before I wrote this, the quote is accidentally fitting. Also for Obey Me I’ll use MC rather than Y/N, it just fits better.

There was a calming quiet around you as you lounged on the sofa, the only sounds that met your ears were the crackling of the fireplace as it warmed the room and the occasional turning of a page in Satan’s book from where he sat on the other end of the couch from where you were. In truth, it was rather odd that there was such serenity in the House of Lamentation but for now you didn’t allow yourself to worry over what the brothers’ could be getting into. No, the sight in front of you was far more important.

Your D.D.D. was forgotten in your hand, your eyes instead focused on the blonde who was engrossed in whatever tale he’d picked up. Apart from his furrowed brows when something unanticipated would happen in the story, Satan seemed entirely relaxed. It was a rare sight, indeed, and not one you would trade for anything.

While you by no means disliked his temper, it was an entirely different experience to see him as he was now. You adored that he felt a level of comfort with you that allowed him to lose himself into the words on the page. You couldn’t help the flicker of pride in your chest that this was something very few would witness for such an extended period— that you were someone he held more patience for than anyone else.

You’d been careful not to draw his attention or break this fleeting serenity, knowing that at any moment a flurry of commotion could erupt, chaos bleeding through and cracking this bubble of peace you’d found yourself in. It was bizarre that it hadn’t already happened, but you weren’t about to complain.

However, you were also not infallible. In the back of your mind you could recall messages he’d sent you recently, imagery of cats and their habits that he’d found adorable. A part of you, one not very deep down, wanted to see exactly how Satan would react to you creating such a situation— it was an impulse you’d had a hard time fighting down, though often the chaotic nature of the house helped to curb it. Now, though, it was just the two of you in the quiet of the living room. It was as good a chance as any, and probably the easiest and safest to manage it in. Without his brothers nearby it eliminated the risk of one of them irritating him with their remarks.

So, you began to debate the best way to go about it. Stretching, making little movements to gauge how much of his attention was on you— apart from a small glance your way at the initial stretch, he’d yet to look at you again. When you were satisfied that your fidgeting was of little consequence to him you put your little plan into motion. Admittedly it wasn’t very thought through, but it was a plan regardless.

Quietly you inched your way closer to his end of the couch, though the closer you were to him the more you wondered if this was something he’d find stupid. Sure he’d alluded to it in his text but that didn’t mean he anticipated it in reality, right?

Oh, but the urge just wouldn’t leave you.

Once you were close enough you adjusted on the couch, moving to sit on your knees though before you could get close enough to bunt your head against him those green and yellow eyes turned to you, eyebrow raising at the strange position you’d put yourself into. “MC?” He questioned, though didn’t protest at your sudden close proximity.

When you moved closer again he chuckled, his arm adjusting to allow you to invade his space even more. “If you wanted to read with me you just had to ask. No need to shuffle around like tha—” He paused as your forehead bumped against his cheek, making use of his opened arms to close that gap between you.

There was a small noise of confusion, and then a sharp intake of breath as you continued to rub your head against him in the same manner the cats he loved would.

Unexpectedly, the action was oddly cathartic, a show of affection that was something unique between the two of you. However you were startled from the feeling when you heard his book fall to the floor, jumping slightly and sitting back on your heels to give him his space back. You looked at him tentatively, and were greeted with a sight that warmed your heart more than the calm evening you were sharing could ever have.

In front of you was Satan, covering his mouth with the hand that had dropped the book, his cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink as he stared at you with wide eyes. You felt your own face heat up, and you sheepishly laughed. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

He didn’t allow you to continue your half-hearted apology, the hand that had moved to allow you in grasping the back of your neck and dragging you closer, the other moving to your cheek. “Satan?”

His forehead bumped against your own, his eyes closed as he nuzzled you in return. Unsatisfied with the simple bunt he’d given you, though, he moved closer. Mindful of his own horns he quickly returned the favour with fervour. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, your hand finding his soft blonde hair and running your fingers through. He hummed, using his weight to push you back until you were sitting properly, skillfully managing his way between your legs to continue his ministrations in a way that was more comfortable for both of you.

There was a low rumble from his chest, a noise you recognized as a demon’s purr as he nipped at your jaw. Satan’s purr was a low rumble, a sound you hadn’t heard from him before— and wholly different from the purr you’d heard from one of his brothers once. You dared not comment on the noise, instead moving your hands to gently massage the base of his horns as his tail curled possessively around your shin.

This was the happiest you had seen Satan, and your heart nearly melted at how simple it had been to bring him such joy.

However as your fingers continued their gentle work, sharp teeth soon became more daring, the gentle rubs and nuzzles shifting to curious lips tracing where your jaw met your neck. Teeth grazing as he moved downwards, tail tightening in its hold, a large hand moving to your hip as you finally couldn’t keep yourself up, your back hitting the couch behind you as the Avatar of Wrath loomed over you.

You whimpered as he bit down just over where your pulse point betrayed your accelerating heartbeat, hard enough that you were sure there would certainly be marks there for days to come, yet not hard enough to break your skin. The rumbling from his chest faded as new feelings overtook the demon above you, a growl erupting from Satan’s throat as your grip tightened on his hair.

You bit your lip, your breathing quickening as his fingers dipped beneath the hem of your shirt—

“Certainly there must be better places for this? Or did the two of you want to put on a show?” The sudden voice interrupting the two of you made your entire body freeze and stiffen, and the growl that escaped Satan now was entirely more vicious as his head snapped up to glare at the eldest of the brothers.

The mood shattered, and your senses returned to you, quickly pushing out from under Satan the best you could with his tail still gripping you as tightly as it was, almost unrelenting. You hid your blush from Lucifer the best you could as you let out a squeak of an apology. “Sorry! Um, we were just—”

“It’s fairly obvious what the two of you were getting up to.” Lucifer’s tone was far from light, and it was clear he was displeased at the situation he’d walked into. “Please refrain from using shared areas for… personal fun.”

Surprisingly there was no protest from Satan, whose glare was so ferocious you’d have been terrified if you weren’t as close with him as you were. He was stiff, the only sound escaping him a low, threatening growl.

You turned your head to look at Lucifer, who rolled his eyes. “Oh, I’m so frightened.” He drawled, his words dripping with sarcasm as he smirked at his younger brother. “Take this to somewhere private, or behave yourselves.”

The blonde simply pulled you closer in response, and you realized he was simply unwilling to let Lucifer ‘take’ you. The possessive display made a heat reignite in your belly again, but you tried your best to ignore the feeling— if Lucifer had returned, no doubt the other brothers would filter into the house again soon.

Once Lucifer had left the room, the door closing with a sharp, loud bang Satan’s head fell to your shoulder, his forehead resting there as he sighed heavily. “Damn him.” He murmured, clearly frustrated at being interrupted, especially by Lucifer.

You hummed, carefully maneuvering him to nuzzle your face into his hair.

And then you laughed, and Satan huffed. As you moved back you couldn’t help yourself. “I didn’t think you’d react quite like that.” You admitted, realizing the strange situation that had just transpired.

“How could I not? My human showed me affection in the most adorable, perfect way.” He looked almost proud as he spoke, his eyes mesmerizing as he studied your flustered expression. “It’s a shame… it was just starting to get fun, too.”

You had a feeling you weren’t going to be leaving Satan’s side tonight.

[guyfieriii]

Turn Me To Ashes

This one's an angsty little piece written for this ask. Its a self-indulgent little piece that's got a bit of everything: Price before he was a Captain, some angst, Price on a motorbike, some more angst, and finally that last bit of angst to cap things off nicely.

The biggest thank you to @mvtthewmurdvck who read this thing piecemeal and gave me the support to post it as well as @soapskneebrace and @yeyinde for indulging my crazed Price thoughts.

Pairing: John Price x f!Reader Warnings: PAIN

You will your eyes to deceive you like they have in the past. At moments most inconvenient they fashion a mirage so cogent you’d think it’s all they’ve ever done. 

And now—

“J—” 

They don’t. 

It’s your heart that betrays you instead. “John.”

There’s an unmistakable flinch in his bearing at the sound of your voice, but he turns around, nevertheless. 

He looks different but also the same. 

There are tufts of grey where there used to be pure chestnut. A weathered face carved of grit, chiseled down by years of bellicose. 

He looks tired, you think.

Or maybe it’s you that brings it out in him. 

Had the years not passed in his absence, you’d have made a dig at him. Something along the lines of ‘People know we’re the same fuckin’ age, John, and you’re makin’ me seem older than I am’. Or maybe ‘At least you committed to the beard — spent a good couple years wondering if y’were gonna grow one’.

Instead, you stand there awkward and silent, imagining a conversation that isn’t really happening.  

He watches you, wistful. Like he’s doing the same.

After a moment, he’s entirely expressionless and you’re not sure whether you’re more disappointed or surprised. Foreseeably the prior, more like. He’s a captain now. SAS. The ever-dependable island of a man surrounded by oceans of unpredictability. 

“We draw the line where we need to.”

“Not we, John. You.”

It’s been over a decade since and the memory of it still blisters. 

Bluebird. Blue. 

That’s what he called you. You suppose it was fitting. You were protective, bordering on territorial — especially when it came to him. 

“Is that an insult, Price?”

“It’s a compliment, dove.”

It was hard not to be. You came up together, joining the army within months of each other. Through sheer contingency, your paths crossed enough times for bonds to be made and friendships to be forged. Nothing more. 

Nothing either of you would openly concede to. 

It started the night of your birthday, a few years in. A party in the mess hall took a turn and so did the line that stood firm between the two of you. In a flurry of hasty fingers, impassioned moans, and your breath tinged with the burn of scotch, you allowed the levee to break and out poured months of hidden impulses that burst at your seams. Now they flowed freely across your tongue, gliding onto his against the beaten brick wall of the outer barracks. 

“Just this once, hmm?” He promised. 

“Just this once.” You quickly agreed under a high miasma of his lips and molten touch. Writhing and panting beneath him, you’d have committed to any oath at that moment. Part of you knew you didn’t mean it, but you said it anyway. 

You later realized he didn’t much mean it either. 

So, yes — you felt entitled to him in some way. Especially when the paramedics made eyes at him, and the rookies fought reason to have him indulge them in conversation. He’d grant them one, of course. Of course. You’d watch them, coquettish and wide-eyes and it was hard not to wonder if this was what he wanted. 

You, inversely, snapped back. While there was an immense amount of mutual respect and understanding between the two of you, you had to make it noticeable that you weren’t beholden to him. It wasn’t for the benefit of your fellow soldiers or the watchful eyes of your superiors. 

It was for you and him. 

There was the silent yet ever present threat of impermanence. An occupational hazard you had come to terms with, or so you thought. But then the thought of his ephemerality burned a hole in your chest. 

You could die. You had no qualms with that, you had planned for it. You even wrote him a letter. 

You hoped he hadn’t done the same. 

The other women — they were easier, straightforward. You weren’t. You were an exposed live wire of harsh candor and even harsher pain. An irritant holding up a mirror, a challenge with no end. It made sense at times to think that you were better left aside than with him. 

What’s that story about the man pushing a boulder up a hill? 

But then once the sun withdrew from the skies and the stars took its place, he’d only ever go searching for you. 

You brought it up once in a canopy of post-coital bliss. The sound of his heart beating in a steady metronome, his fingers dancing up and down your spine, the way you just lay there in comfortable silence was all too perfect. It made your walls descend and your insecurities awaken. 

So, you asked. “Why me?”

“We match, Blue.” He simply said and you believed him. 

Until you didn’t. 

He asked you home with him, once. 

He looked just as surprised as you at his invitation, but your hasty ‘Yes, okay. Yes, I’ll come home with you’ didn’t give him a chance to backtrack. 

His answering smile was one you etched into your myocardium. Always hoping for the best and expecting the worst, you knew you might need it. 

You try your best to mimic it and give him something in return. 

You match. 

It was painfully awkward — that first flight back. You sat side by side in an aircraft with other home bound soldiers, chatty and eager. 

Not the two of you, though. 

He slept for most of it, or he pretended to; the lip of his beanie pulled over his eyes, head resting against the window, arms crossed at his chest. His shoulders would shake in sync with the aircraft’s rumble through some mild turbulence, but the man didn’t so much as shuffle out of his REM. 

Not pretend, then. 

You finally let out the breath you weren’t aware you were holding and make the snap decision to use this time to your advantage. There were people around, much to your relief they were entirely unaware. You allowed yourself some indulgences, letting your eyes dance over his sleeping form and zeroing in on all those details you hadn’t had the luxury to appreciate. 

The scar hidden in the five o’clock shadow now forms across his jaw. You remember how he got it — narrowly avoiding some shrapnel a few months back in Astana. All he walked away with was a bit of metal half a centimetre deep. 

Your fingers embarked on an expedition of their own as you absentmindedly traced the back of his hand that peeked through the crest of his elbow. They followed a patterned dance of up and over around each finger, through the valley between each knuckle, and down the risen veins and back. 

Ad nauseam.

You pretended not to notice the irregularity in his breathing, the slight twitch in his lips as you continued on. 

Eventually, his arms uncrossed, and you bit back your disappointment as he hooked a thumb over the flap covering his eyes to meet yours. 

“Glad to be able to entertain ya, Blue”

You wished he’d go back to his feigned sleep, and you’d go back to your little game. 

“It’s not the worst thing I could have done, John.” You kept your voice steady. Lighthearted. There was a hint of embarrassment trickling at the back of your throat, but you wouldn’t dare reveal it. 

“Oh?” He shifted in his seat, leaning towards you. Your eyes quickly veered to gauge your peripherals for any possible interruptions. 

This was a clandestine moment. One you weren’t keen to share. 

He seemed all too unbothered, his eyes downcast glancing upon your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. 

“Simmons— he, uh, wanted to draw a cock across your face. Good thing I stopped him.” 

“How’d you do that?” Without a moment’s pause, he took your hand in his, large palm eclipsing yours entirely as his fingers wove their way through yours. 

“Shot his bollocks off.” 

It was so painfully tender. You’d have captured it in a globe for your mantle if you could. It bled such intimacy for which you felt entirely undeserving. 

You were harsh people. You and John. Forged and brutalized to the point wherein moments like this feel like a vain, almost opulent purchase of your time. Frugality in all matters of heart was an imperative choice to be made. 

Sink or swim. 

Perish or survive. 

And the two of you. Well—

“And you let me sleep through it?” 

He invited you home and you schooled yourself to let it all be about a good time. A bit of R&R and some sex. 

Wasn’t it?

He promised to show you around.

“I’ll show you where I had my first kiss, love.”

“Careful, John. A girl might get jealous.”

A glance into his past made the possibility of a future bloom. 

The bait. It was too enticing. It had too much potential, the thought of you and him. Having a life outside of iron, lead, and dirt. 

You couldn’t just—

You pulled away from him with about a tenth of the delicacy you were hoping for.  His expression shifted five times over in the span of a second. Hurt. Confusion. Anger. Resignation. Apathy. 

“You looked like you needed your solid eight.”

It was better that way. 

It was a vintage Honda. John’s motorbike. It suited him to a T. 

There is always something to be said for a reliable classic. 

“Wanted this exact model as a lad, but my dad—“

He paused, swallowing down like he’d just tasted something bitter before continuing. 

“Bought it as a beaten down clunker an’ I built it up.” 

He looked at you, a bit self-effaced, in hopes of earning your admiration. 

You couldn’t dare to disappoint him. 

You recognized it as a point of pride within him. To him, it epitomized his freedom. His steadfast nature. To you, it was a death machine with a chassis built around it. But it wasn’t a fear that lingered. 

The moment you were seated pillion, your body molded to the back of his. Every turn along the road, you were counterpoised by him. It was more graceful than you would have imagined. A delicate kind of waltz wherein he led you so intuitively, you felt as though you’ve been his passenger for a lot longer than you have. 

It was the subliminal trust you had in him. What was usually conveyed with a look, if that, was now a tête-à-tête of his parity and your belief. 

He did make good on his promise.

For the time you spent with him, morning rides were routine. You raced daybreak, cruising against asphalt, feeling the thrum of the engine behind the settling in your sternum. The amorous backcloth of the gliding mist at your feet, the ever-present chill of morning air curtaining the warmth of his body. At every stoplight, his hands would stroke the length of your calves, palm tightening around the exposed skin of your ankle. 

The roads lay bare at that early of an hour, your only companions were the even-spaced streetlights along your way. 

“That one there. Right under the hood of it. I was fourteen. Her same was Iris”. He said. 

“Was it a good first kiss?”

“Oh, the best.” 

You mapped it out like the route to a treasure. All this trivia, the stories. You harmonized every likened memory of his with one of your own. 

The fantasy of the path untraveled remained your consolation prize for when your time with him came to an end. 

It was near perfection. 

All good things, however—

Betrayal is an ugly word, you think, and often misrepresented in its severity. 

What might be a disappointment is deemed as grievous as betrayal just because it’s coupled with heartbreak. 

Death in its unfortunate certainty is commonplace in a world like yours. The fact that it comes before it’s due is a bitter pill you’ve managed to swallow. 

You grieve. You reminisce. You move on to the next. 

But there are some that stick. It’s not the ones you don’t see coming. It’s the ones you do and fail to stop. They are the ones that linger well past the descent of ironed cloth on a closed casket. 

What do you do when reliable foundation crumbles and you’ve lost all footing?  You change. 

John changed. 

Something in the blood of his fallen comrade stained more than skin and cloth.

His perception turned — uprooting philosophies of adherence to something more uncontrolled. 

There were lines he began to cross. Ones he expected you to cross with him. 

John wasn’t a man you made a habit of denying. The very thought of it lit a match of unease within you. He asked and asked, and your resolve nearly collapsed, but you remained planted across the underscore of his reasoning while his hand remained outreached. 

You just didn’t take it. 

I’m sorry, okay?

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

I love America, can we get college au jock x nerd? thank you

I fear I'm an America simp right now, I love him

Jock America With a Nerd Partner | College Au

Al was quite popular in the college

He was charming with gorgeous eyes, kind to everyone, upbeat and incredibly good on the sports fields, participating in baseball and football (not to mention, single)

You however, excelled in your own right through academics, and were popular, albeit in a smaller group than Al, through the school's debate team, tutoring program, and e-sports

Suffice to say, you two didn't fall in the same social circles, and considering you were on a college campus, you two didn't get the chance to talk to one another naturally

There was an encounter between you two in the form of an offer of tutoring however

You were called during working hours, where you were payed by the school to provide tutoring services to students who were struggling academically

Apparently Alfred, while excelling on the field, was far less gifted in class and needed to pick his grades up or he'd be benched

The professor requested that you tutor him three to five days out of the week, logging each, assisting him in english, history, and health (though, interestingly, he seemed perfectly capable in math and some sciences)

You hadn't tutored someone other than the occasional lesson and really only agreed because it looks good on a resume and was easy money, but you couldn't a good excuse to say no, and agreed

You found him to be extremely kind and energetic, and even on assignments he struggled, he kept going with a happy face, even if, during breaks, he's complain about the "difficultness" of some of the work

Because you had to spend so much time with each other, you two became closer, opting to talking about yourself here and there, mainly prompted by him

After finding out you did E-sports, he attended one of your teams unofficial practices, and watched you sweep, taking a victorious win, and was quite impressed with your skills

He learned about what you were attending college for and why and in return, you learned that he was attending for aerospace engineering and worked hard at the subjects that benefited his degree, not caring about the ones that didn't, which made his grades make sense

One day, you were two were holding a tutor session early in the morning after his workout, and he decided to go for coffee and doughnuts before you started bringing the books out

Hoping in his lightly rusted, cherry red pick-up truck, he drove you two to the nearest place

He was in a t-shirt that clung to his body and a pair of sweatpants, his hair was still damp from the quick shower he took and he was energetically talking about how his morning went, his eyes look gorgeous in the early sun and his smile was beaming

You decided he looked incredibly handsome and that maybe your couple months of friendship had the potential to form into something deeper

As both classes and game season were drawing to a close, his grades improving significantly thanks to your help, and midterms went off without a hitch

After the last football game of the season, he sprinted up to you immediately after the game and picked you up, smiling wildly and laughing

It didn't matter the score, or how he preformed, you were there, watching him and rooting along, he was having a blast

In that moment he really wanted to kiss you, but realized you two weren't even dating

Ultimately, he impulsively askes you out

When you say yes, he's overjoyed, and goes out to a fast food place to celebrate

[joltrify]

INSOMNIA!//

I say this all the time, but another banger MV by Eve~

I REALLY wanted to make a profound piece but ultimately the sketch went through so many iterations over the last 3 weeks that I lost steam for the project... so here are the sketches that I kept.

Sleep deprived ramble abt things that i really liked about the MV under the cut (sleep deprived wasn't meant to be a joke that's just what i am rn lol-)

I rewatched this MV many, MANY times so i could figure out what i wanted to draw (you're welcome Eve for giving you another million trillion gazillionviews) and I wanted to note some of deets i enjoyed

big fan of the moment before the second chorus where Monika's monitors (at least i'm assuming) capture mc 'sleepwalking' because of his zingai

(and i just went to Mariyasu's page and it turns out I got that spot on- the sleepwalking portion that is, still don't know abt Monika HAHA)

You can actually see his Zingai in all the opening scenes somewhere in the background, and i think that's fun... like after their first meeting he never left

MC's room is riddled with medication... I can only speculate that it's to treat some sort of pain that comes with the burns he has, as he takes it in the morning and evening (I guess it could also be sleep medication, but he has it on his table before work, which would be counterintuitive)

Love the stark contrast of yellow and that deep blue/ almost black - not entirely sure what is means/ represents, but it's obvious that it holds significance to the character as his eyes go from a bright yellow to that deep blue.

(added this thought last:) I think it may have something to do with the divide between fantasy and reality, dream and the waking world... so it makes sense that the character in his older age adorns himself in those darker colors as he's trying to be more 'present', but in times where he fantasizes/dreams either he or the world around him is enveloped in yellow. For example, when he's at work and he wishes to be anywhere BUT there he's wearing the most yellow as he thinks about... y'know. (I'm going to end up saying this a few times, but i think that it's cute that before MC 'breaks' there are little bits of yellow in his attire, as if he's still holding on the the hope that comes with dreaming. It also makes sense that the MV is called 'Insomnia' as the MC is struggling to 'fall back asleep', to return to dreaming as he was when he was a child - again going back to how his waking design is mostly deep blue/black as he lost it. Blue/black = Being awake + reality, Yellow = Being asleep + things pertaining to fantasy)

Really like (is like the right word for this?) that his younger self is a bit of a brat and we can see that from a young age he's had a deep distain for people, already dehumanizing them as fragile things to be destroyed for fun (and i understand why he would as indicated later in the MV)... Although he never grew out of that perspective (in fact it's gotten worse) it seems he's learned to at least control the impulse to destroy

The first loop around we see things from his balloon perspective, not really viewing people as human, the second time around (after his reoccurring memory-dream thing) the people are actual people, and we can see the actual destruction caused by enacting his childhood fantasy - but judging by his reaction to the news he wasn't aware of that at all. We were viewing that scene from the outside perspective, as implied by the fact we can't see his zingai leading him out while he's sleepwalking. I think that's a super cool detail

During the climax (where MC fully breaks lol) we can see yellow balloons floating into the air, which i think is a bittersweet moment. Like MC is finally able to view people as people while he's awake but it took confronting his inner child and getting hit by a truck to do that :(

I think that MC also has distain for his younger self as seen in the climax... like he doesn't want to be the type of person that carries out his fantasies anymore... he just wants his Zingai

He's clearly a deeply troubled guy but the fact that he cares enough to let himself rot and not anyone else is sorta sweet... from a character perspective, anyway. I understand the feeling

someone in the comments on yt also hc'd that the person that was crumbling up the newspaper near the end was Otogiri, as: A.) The sleeves match, and B.) he tried to call mc earlier but he declined, and he ends up seeing him later in prison/recovery...

So he might have been crumbling up the paper in frustration with him... i think it's really neat... and sort of endearing in a way? Like I can almost hear Tobi thinking 'Why didn't he listen to me??? He should've listened to me... now look at the mess he's in. Making me do more work to bail him out...'

I think those are all my biggest thoughts haha. I could do a frame by frame analysis of this series, it's so good. Understanding Japanese would probably make this a lot easier to do, but the fact I was able to get all of this just from watching is incredible enough, Mariyasu did an excellent job. Thanks for reading~

[cottoncandy-cult]

Artistic Temptation

Ban x Reader

(Y/N) was in the kitchen with Ban as he prepared several orders, that night was a busy night at the boar's hat as they had once again moved to a new area. She wasn't a server but rather she did the dishes, needless to say she spent a lot of time with the silver haired man. But yet they rarely ever spoke, both usually engrossed in their work. Even outside of the kitchen, the only ones she actually spoke to were Meliodas and King. She and the other girls were just too different to actually hang out, she was a tomboy and a drinker who was just too quiet. When they weren't working, she was usually sitting in a back corner table and drinking while she worked on her art. She had a book that she drew in, having a photographic memory made things easier for her to fill the pages. She had even drawn the sins, not that she told any of them. Gowther knew but is that really a surprise? "Hey (Y/N), Elizabeth isn't feeling well. Can you take over for her?" The captain of the sins peeked his little blonde head in, giving her a smile that she just couldn't say no to. "Sure thing, be right out." She called to him with a soft smile, quickly trying to untie her apron.

At least until she realized she tied it weird and couldn't see what she was doing, blushing deeply she turned to Ban who was taking a short break. "Uh... Ban... Can you help me?" Her blush darkened as he looked up at him, that sexy smirk dancing across his face. "Sure, what do you need?" He spoke with a slight drawl, approaching her as she turned her back and looked over her shoulder. "Can you untie me; I can't see what I'm doing." Her cheeks were cherry red as he stepped up behind her, she could feel his warm hands brushing against her exposed skin thanks to her uniform. She tensed a little when feeling his hand brush against her butt, then she felt the apron come undone while he stepped back and chuckled. "There you go." She quickly removed her apron and tossed it over a nearby chair, mumbling a sweet but shy thank you before she rushed out without seeing the blush on thief's cheeks. He had touched her bum on purpose out of impulse, mostly because it just looked so soft, and he had to see for himself.

After they closed up (Y/N) was beat, her feet ached alongside her back as she took a seat at the now empty bar and laid her head down. Though she glanced up when hearing the stool to her right move and the sound of something being sat in front of her, when (E/c) eyes looked up all she initially saw was a mug of beer and when she glanced to the right, she spotted a grinning silver fox. "You look like you could use a drink." He shrugged his broad shoulders and leaned forward onto the bar before he began sipping his beer, she felt a smile creep across her face and slowly sat up beginning to drink the beer put in front of her. "Thanks... There's a reason I prefer the kitchen over working out here on the floor." She giggled and the angelic sound made him chuckle a bit, while nodding his head he spoke up. "I know what you mean, I don't care much for working with customers."

That night was 2 weeks ago, the two had spent all night drinking and talking about anything that came to mind. He actually helped pull her from her shell, something that made the others happy as well. Currently they had stopped in some kind of forest, taking a break from traveling and working. There was a town about 20 minutes away by foot and Elizabeth had gone with Meliodas into town to gather some supplies. It wasn't clear what the others were doing, but (Y/N) was settled under a tree and began drawing in her book. She had been drawing a picture of Ban, King had once told her of the days that he had his long hair, and it made her curious. She had never tried drawing anyone or anything without it being something from memory, at least not since she was a kid. She was just finishing up when a voice startled her, luckily it wasn't enough to make her mess up the image. "What're ya drawing?"

She easily recognized this cheeky tone as Ban's voice, making her blush darkly and quickly move to shut her book. "Nothing really... Just... Doodling..." Her voice was soft and shy as she suddenly felt like a bunny under his crimson gaze, Ban's smirk growing as he hopped on top of her. His fingers glided over her sides, her beautiful laughter escaping as she squirmed and tried to push him away with one arm while holding the book up with the other. Unfortunately for her she ended up tossing her sketch book to the side, though she was too busy trying to escape from his tickles to notice. That was when he had quickly jumped up, taking advantage of her panting tired out form, he quickly grabbed her sketch book. When she noticed she quickly tried to grab it, but he held it up, making her hop but even then, she still couldn't reach it.

"Come on (Y/N), let me have a look. You know I won't judge you." His smirk turned into a sweet smile, making her blush and step back. She looked away before nodding her head softly, making him pat her hair gently before he began looking over all of her drawings. His grin was growing, he was amazed at this secret talent of hers. He realized that despite all the talking they've done lately he knows nothing about her really, she was an enigma to him, and it was weirdly attractive to the albino male. "Wow... Why didn't you tell me you could do this?" His words came out soft but deep, making her cheeks a crimson color. "I feel like it might creep people out because I draw them..."

His chuckle made her heart flutter as he looked at her, his eyes seemed so soft and sweet. "I'm sure the others wouldn't care, especially with how awesome you've made us look... Your drawings are almost as beautiful as you..." His words caught her off guard, but before she could say anything he had planted his warm lips against hers. She was shocked at first, but quickly began to kiss back. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and his curled around her waist. It was pure bliss for her, being in his arms made her feel warm and safe. When the kiss broke, she gazed up at him with glossy (E/c) eyes, giving him a sweet smile. "Seems there's truly nothing you can't steal." Her voice was sweet, she took his hand and placed it over her heart. The silver haired man simply smiled and leaned his forehead on hers, slowly swaying with her in his arms. "I love you (Y/N)... No one will ever steal you from me..."