#thank you anon !!!

[the-broken-pen]

As another request, maybe the villain and hero are fighting , and the villain notices that the hero reacts suspiciously numb to his attacks. And when he taunts him about it, the hero sisimply says something to the effect of being used to it. And the villain is suspicious by the tone so he follow the hero and find out he’s abused by family . Cue villain saving the hero, comforting him and showering him with the love he never got

The villain should have known something was wrong the first time he hit the hero, and he simply braced, pain flickering along the muscles of his jaw, before hitting back. Face blank, a mask stronger than concrete. As if pain played no part, and it was just the give and return of kinetic energy, and nothing more.

He should have known when he said something so cruel it felt like graveyard dirt upon his tongue, and the hero merely stuttered for half a second, everything within him freezing, before he continued like nothing had happened. Nothing cruel in return, nothing biting in his face. Just–complete nothing.

“You never flinch,” the villain said, and it wasn’t a sudden realization, but it was close. Again, that momentary pause, like the hero had been grabbed and stopped by some otherworldly being on a molecular level. It allowed the villain to catch the next hit the hero threw at them.

“What?”

The hero, to his credit, didn’t sound upset, and in this line of work the villain was especially good at noticing the tiny pieces of that kind of thing. He just sounded confused, maybe.

“When I hit you. You don’t flinch,” the villain clarified. The hero just stared at them.

“You only really flinch if you aren’t used to it,” the hero said finally.

“Used to it?”

“You heard me,” the hero replied, and this time, there was irritation behind his words.

The villain tossed the hero’s fist down, and the hero stumbled back.

“And you didn’t answer my question.”

“I wasn’t aware there was one.”

“Are you intentionally being annoying, or is it just natural for you?”

The hero’s breath shuddered.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry–you–I don’t want an apology,” the villain sputtered. This conversation felt above his pay grade; and he wasn't entirely sure why, either, which irked him, itching under his skin.

“So–” the hero snapped his jaw shut around the rest of the word, and it looked like he was doing everything in his power to stop himself from finishing it.

Before the villain could prod further–about the flinching, or any other confusing aspect of it–the hero blew out a breath, and said, “I’m done here.”

The villain blinked.

“You can’t just decide when a fight is over.”

“Watch me,” the hero said, but his voice didn’t have the heat that usually went along with that phrase.

“You’re a hero, isn’t this kind of your entire job? Finishing fights, not walking away from them?”

“I said, I’m done,” the hero snarled, and it was the first hint of emotion he had shown the entire day, explosive and aimed entirely at the villain. The villain was taken aback for a moment.

The hero turned and left before the villain could even think of a response. He didn’t look over his shoulder.

Of course, the villain followed him home.

The fact that he had been able to at all was something to be worried about.

He watched as the hero entered, shutting the door behind him. Heard the sound of his bag hitting the floor, his jacket being hung up. Normal, quiet little things. Shuffling through the kitchen, making a cup of tea. A quiet conversation with his mother.

The villain was about to leave when he heard the slap.

He was through the door before he realized he was moving, leaving the handle to slam into the wall.

He caught the barest edge of a conversation as he rounded the corner–a curse word, then a vile sort of thing that was somehow worse than anything the villain had managed to say in his entire life–and slotted himself neatly between the hero and his mother.

The villain caught her wrist before it could touch any part of the hero. His grip was too tight to be anything but painful.

The hero’s mother gaped at them.

A bruise was beginning to bloom across the hero’s cheek.

The hero was shaking, slightly, face tense and drawn as he stared at the villain. Like the villain was the unnerving thing in this situation, and the hand his mother still had raised was the normality.

A rage, raw and unfathomable, ravenous within him, descending down so deep into the white hot of fury that it passed anything that had a name, uncurled itself along his bones.

“Touch him again,” the villain seethed, voice shaking with all that feral untamed mess within himself, “and you lose the hand.”

“Villain,” the hero said quietly, and the villain had never heard him so meek.

How long did it take for a person to learn that kind of quiet?

“Villain, leave it.”

The villain didn’t release the hero’s mother’s–no. The woman in front of him wasn’t a mother. She was something twisted, and broken, and cruel, upper lip curled with displeasure. Not that the villain was within her kitchen; but that he had stopped her from hitting her child.

The villain wanted nothing more than to vomit on her spotless white tiles.

Maybe in another life she would have been the kind of person the hero, with his kind heart, would have saved before it got to this point.

Maybe in another life the villain would have let the hero try.

But that was not this life.

And there was a bruise blooming on his hero’s cheek.

“You have no right–”

“Did I not make myself clear?” He said, and it was black and poisonous in the air.

The woman in front of him swallowed, and for the first time, fear flickered across her face.

Good.

“Villain,” the hero said, voice strangled, and the villain turned to look at him.

“She’s hurt you before,” the villain said, and it wasn’t a question. The hero looked at him wide-eyed, and he wondered how many times the hero had walked into a fight with him with pre-existing injuries. Injuries he would pretend later that the villain had given him.

The hero swallowed, hard.

“Yes,” he whispered, and that was all the villain needed. He turned back around.

“The only reason you are alive right now is because I think killing you would upset him,” he informed her, and he watched her face pale. “That, and getting blood out of shoes is a bitch. Isn’t it, hero? See, you wouldn’t know. Nobody’s ever made you bleed, I’d wager, because if they had, you would understand it isn’t the kind of thing you do to someone you love.”

He grinned, feral.

“You’re going to leave,” he continued. “Matter of fact, you’re going to vanish. And you’re going to do it so well that if he wants, he’ll never have to think of you again. The only way you’ll ever see him again will be because he wants it to happen, do you understand me? If you don’t, we’ll make you vanish my way.”

The hero made a choked noise behind him. “I don’t think you’ll like that very much,” the villain confided in a whisper.

He wasn’t sure the woman in front of him was breathing.

“Hero,” he said after a long minute. He was going to leave bruises on her wrist. She was shaking, and it soothed some of the yawning rage within him. “Pack a bag.”

The hero vanished into the halls of the house.

The villain didn’t say anything, just stared at the woman in front of him, as if he looked long enough he would be able to see the rotten core inside of her that had made her this way. Turned her into something violent. Or perhaps, the thing that had been inside her since birth, broken and seething. Inevitable.

He didn’t like to believe people could be born evil.

He would make an exception.

The hero appeared back behind him as silent as a wraith, far faster than the villain had expected, duffel bag in one hand.

He wondered how long the hero had had a bag tucked away, packed and ready to run if it got too bad.

He wondered what the hero considered ‘bad enough’ and his jaw clenched hard enough he could hear the bones creak.

“That all you need?”

The hero nodded, mutely, and the villain finally dropped the woman’s hand. She pulled back, hissing as she rubbed her arm, but she had the sense to not glare at the villain.

He tipped his head towards the door.

“Let’s go,” he said, as gently as he had ever heard himself.

The hero followed him out, and they didn’t say anything until the villain’s apartment door locked behind the both of them.

The villain blew out a shuddering breath.

The hero looked like he wasn’t entirely there, eyes glassy.

“Hero,” he said softly, and the hero’s gaze snapped to his face. He stopped himself from reaching for him, a helpless effort to do something, to fix it. “Can I touch you?”

He made sure it didn’t sound like a demand, because if the hero said no, the villain would die before crossing that line, no matter how much it stung. A moment later, to his relief, the hero gave a jerky nod.

He moved slowly, a gentle palm on the hero’s jaw to tip it up, inspecting the bruise with pursed lips. He brushed away the tear that slipped down the hero’s cheek with his thumb, and left it there.

“It could be worse,” the hero offered quietly.

“The fact that it exists at all is worse enough,” the villain murmured, tipping the hero’s head back down. “I’m so sorry.”

The hero blinked, brow furrowing. “For what?”

The villain shrugged one shoulder. “That it happened. That it has been happening. That I didn’t notice.”

“I’m good at hiding it,” the hero said, like it was supposed to make the villain feel better.

“You shouldn’t have had to learn how to do that at all,” the villain said, and the hero’s lip wobbled.

The hero wavered slightly, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. He carried himself like the entirety of his body was an open wound, every second spent breathing a second spent in agony.

The villain couldn’t pretend he knew what this felt like, but he could do his best to soothe it as much as possible.

“Come here,” he said softly, and the hero melted into him, shaking as he tried to cry quietly and failed. He tucked the hero against his chest, and hand coming to curl into the hero’s hair as he let out a desperate keening noise.

He rested his chin on the top of the hero’s head. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered. “It’s not right now, but it will be, I promise. Even if it takes a while.”

The hero shuddered against him, then nodded, just once.

It wasn’t okay, but it would be.

The villain had promised.

And he never broke a promise.

[daily-good-omens-hcs]

Crowley will never, ever admit his deep and burning jealousy for Oscar Wilde.

Todays headcanon! ^

Thanks for the submission!!

[oncamelliastreet]

What is your favorite Byler moment and why?

(Ps: I hope you feel better soon <3)

VAN SCENE VAN SCENE VAN SCENE

something about hopeless pining and one sided love except it’s not actually unrequited (i repeat i fully believe that mike immediately knew that el didn’t commission the painting) and then the pain in will trying to hide his crying and jonathan’s knowing look ITS TOO POWERFUL

[jarondont]

dear anon who is writing the choose your own adventure story in my inbox about tele finding a wooden horse at his door,

please do continue 👀 i wanna know what happens next

[ouidamforeman]

Crowley is Barbie. Has multiple jobs, is very fashionable, has weird feet

This Barbie works for Satan Our Master!

[uhohdad]

any thoughts on slasher!konig?

(if not or if that’s too dark you can ignore this!! :))

he’s suuuuch a cliche slasher <3

SLASHER!KÖNIG X READER

It’s your fault, really. For thinking you could enjoy a relaxing weekend away from everything. All you wanted to do was hide away in an isolated, peaceful cabin in the woods. Enjoy nature, read smutty stories, and not be bothered by another soul for 72 hours.

Apparently, that’s too much to ask.

The dingy little cabin was hardly well-maintained, smelling of mildew and decorated with furniture that looks like the eighties puked all over it - but it was cozy, and it got the job done.

You’re still breathing life into the cabin long after the sun set, long after you should have been tucked under the covers and snoring away. Your phone blares songs you wouldn’t dare play in front of anyone else, humming along to your guilty pleasures with a wiggle in your hips. The inviting aroma of a sneaky late night snack wafts in the air, warm light pouring from the lamps and out of the windows, illuminating the surrounding woods.

The piercing ringing makes you jump, wide eyes darting to the phone. An old rotary nicknack you hardly noticed, and certainly wouldn’t have thought of as functional if you had. The ring slices right through you, high-pitched and grating. As your tensed shoulders relax, your lips twist in unease. Hesitantly you pause the music, making uneasy steps to answer the call.

“Hello?” You ask softly, not bothering to stifle your confusion.

No one speaks, but there’s someone on the other line. You can practically feel the deep, heavy breaths tickling your ear.

“Hello?” You repeat, brows furrowed and an index finger nervously twirling around the phone cord.

“Do you always vacation all alone?”

The voice on the other end is harsh, dangerous. Intense and deep with a purred condescension stitched in, it sends a shudder straight down your spine.

Your body stills, mouth turned cotton.

“Who is this?” You ask, an unfortunate break in your voice.

“Such a dangerous thing for a little lamb to do.”

You scoff, a smile creeping on your face, “Very funny.”

You laugh, pinching the phone between your ear and your shoulder, “Who is this?”

You rattle off a list of the usual suspects, your cheekiest friends and family members in hopes to get them to break character.

“It’s like you’re inviting trouble in.”

You give a nervous laugh, eyes flicking around the cabin, “Uh-”

Prank call or no, your heart is pounding in your chest. You swallow, parting your lips to speak but you can’t seem to find the words.

“Your dancing was endearing, though, little one.”

Your face drops, a chill wrapping its fingers around your spine and frosting you from the inside out. Feet made of lead, body still except for the rise and fall of shallow breaths.

The line goes dead before you can find a response, an even dialtone in your ear as you try to steady the heart pounding against your ribcage. When your thoughts catch up, fumbling fingers scramble for the rotary wheel, but the even tone cuts off as the lights go out, the life suddenly sucked from the cabin.

You pull in a sharp breath, slamming the phone on the receiver and backing away from it as if it’s a feral, bloodthirsty animal. Your head swivels around, eyes adjusting to the dark and eerie cabin. The adrenaline is coursing now, pulse pounding against your temple and knuckles knocking together.

A loud thud on the outside of the cabin makes you jump, snapping your head in the direction of the noise. A squeak leaves you as a blurred, shadowy figure passes quickly by the window. Your panicked mind is blank, frozen in your place, just barely able to fend off hyperventilation, but not at all the violent trembling.

You’re muttering objections under your breath, pleading desperately with your unwanted visitor to leave you alone, for them to reveal this was all just some big joke.

The furious jingling of metal echoes throughout the cabin, the doorknob rattling threateningly as your visitor tests the lock.

Your fingers come to your lips, wide eyes darting around before you scramble for a hiding spot. The best you can manage is a coat closet, pressing yourself flush to the wall to keep yourself steady. Weak legs ultimately slide to a sit on the stained carpet, arms tightly embracing your knees, pleading with your heavy breaths to quiet.

The first thud makes you crawl out of your skin, a deep, heavy crash against wood. Your hand comes up to your mouth, muffling your squeaks behind sweaty palms.

Another thud has you pinching your eyes shut, every muscle tensed and trembling.

The third busts the front door wide open, shards of splintered wood crashing to the ground as the doorknob slams into the cabin walls.

The whines creep up the back of your throat without your permission when you hear the sound of heavy, confident boot steps, rubble crunching under the soles as they enter.

You shake your head, lips pulled back and tears springing down your face as the slow, commanding bootsteps near. He knows exactly where you are, and he’s dragging out your torture by making you anticipate his painstaking arrival. Toying with his prey, cornering you and making you cry from pure terror. Teasing you, making you feel dumb for thinking you could even hide from him in the first place, reveling in each flinch he knows you’re making behind that door by simply walking.

How powerful he must feel.

An involuntary hiccup escapes you as the closet’s doorknob turns. You’re deafened by your own heartbeat, the door creaking open agonizingly slow, unable to stifle your sobs as he reveals himself in all his glory. Domineering frame towering over you, a hood draped over his face, a butcher knife at his side.

He tilts his head as he looks down at you - what a pathetic thing you are, teeth chattering and sobs stuttering on each breath.

He lowers himself into a squat, apathetic, half-lidded icy blue eyes studying you.

“That was too easy, little one.”

He sticks the flat of his blade just under your chin, tilting your head up to get a better look at you.

His eyes crinkle as his soaks in your sprung, glossy eyes, your tear-stained cheeks, your shivering bottom lip.

“What do you say I give you a minute head start, ja?”

He pulls a squeak from you when he meets your stare again, applying more pressure to your delicate skin with his blade. He creeps forward, closing the gap between your faces to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead through the soft fabric of his mask.

He keeps his face inches from yours when he pulls away, his deep, gritty voice lowered to a whisper when he speaks.

“Run, little one. I’ll meet you in the woods.”

✧₊⁺ abusive!könig ✧₊⁺ stalker!könig

[graytodd]

Oh my god Jaybin in Dicks cape- im sobbing 😭 can i perhaps request a continuation with Dick dressing Jay in a custom Nightwing suit for 'undercover purposes' because "someone might get suspicious if you dress as robin" but we'll all know the real reason 😗 maybe discowing if you like the suit or think Dick could handle Jay going anywhere like that 😅

I just enjoyed this way too much, thanks for this request anon!♡ Naah, Dick would never let Jay go around in a deep v neck costume 🤣 but I love the idea of jaybin as nightwing sidekick ~

[ynbabe]

LOGAN FIC REQ!! (i love your messages au smmm btw THEYRE SO GOOD AHH) ok anywayssss

can you pls do logan x super super famous!reader.(preferably an actress but i don't mind any) so both of them are dating but are trying to keep it a secret since they've only been dating for a short amount of time. one night they decide to go on a date but paparazzi was there and it was going VIRAL. reader regrets not double checking if there would be any paps. sooo then everyone starts investigating on logan as the internet does and since everyone doesn't watch f1, they only see logan crashing and blah blah blah so they see him as a "bad driver" and he starts getting A LOT of hate because people think reader deserves better. they also start comparing him to reader's "more better and famous ex". reader and logan take time off social media and people think they broke up until reader releases an instagram post defending him and yeah a lot of fluff and hurt/comfort.

idk if this made sense but pls feel free to change anything!! again i love your work sm 💕‼️

Hiiii, omg thank you so much! Love love LOVE the fic idea and without any further ado- here's the fic, it isn't exactly as the prompt but I hope you love it-

Keep my wife's name OUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH ୨୧ Logan Sargeant x famous! reader

As a celebrity, you don’t often have the privilege of privacy. The cameras seemed to follow you everywhere, from outside your house to the restaurants you ate at and even to private celebrations with your friends and family.

Your last relationship had gone south exactly because of the paparazzi, making assumptions about the seriousness of your relationship and even spreading pregnancy and marriage rumours, scaring the man away.

You had wanted to take it slow, heart broken from your previous relationship but then you met Logan and for the first time in a long time you felt like you could breath, like you could do what you wanted without being judged.

You knew who he was and he knew who you were and that was perfect.

The both of you had spent a perfect week in your villa in Bali, it had been risky but no one caught on, surprisingly.

You thought your luck would continue and you threw causation to the wind, not asking your assistant to check for paparazzi at the sushi restaurant you were going to in Shanghai.

Unfortunately, you were caught just as you were leaving the restaurants waking up to a host of notifications, some good and some gut-wrenching.

Logan on the other hand tried not to throw up, his eyes wide, you could tell he was scared. Would his team drop him? No, no. Why would they? Right? Oh God.

"Logan, Logs, baby are you okay?" You called out, dropping to your knees and cradling his face in your palms.

f1waglife

f1waglife Y/n nation how are we feeling tonight? Logang? How are we? This was definitely not the couple we expected but is this the couple we deserve?

Username OH HELL NAW- WHY IS THIS FLORIDA MAN DATING QUEEN Y/N?????

Username Y/n come home the kids miss you

Username Omg mans is in love

Username Get someone to look at you the way Logan looks at Y/n

You saw some of the comments and while some made you smile, some made you want to slap a bitch, unfortunately, a scandal would not help, so you called up your PR manager, and the post was gone within a minute.

Logan's race had gone sour, with him getting an unfair penalty and points on his licence. The already poor start to your day had turned even worse when you saw Logan tiredly storm into the room collapsing on the bed, burying his face in his pillow.

"What... the..... fuck?" He screamed into the pillow making you smile a little. The small habit he'd picked up from you, screaming into the pillows as a way to think, one that you had picked up from one of the characters you played a long time ago.

"Why do people even care about who's dating who? That's so stupid." He rolled his eyes.

"Don't we binge Keeping Up with the Kardashians every Monday?" You asked.

"That's not the same though-" He paused and switched his phone off, he already didn't have access to his own Instagram, having given access to his manager a long time ago, he now didn't even want to talk to his friends or colleagues many of whom just wanted an autograph from you along with an explanation how he could be with you.

He turned around, pulling the blanket on him, tired from the day.

You pulled up Twitter as a habit but were greeted with a terrible chain of tweets judging every aspect of your relationship and even worse criticizing Logan without even knowing anything about the sport.

"What the fuck-" You cursed out loud, you knew your fanbase was slightly (an underestimation) larger than your boyfriends but how could they call themselves your fans, when you have been a fan of Logan's since his first season in f1? All your co-stars American or not knew your borderline obsession for the man, every race week you'd be posting Williams on your story, how could they still hate on him?

You looked next to you, where your boyfriend was sleeping a small scowl on his pretty face.

PR be damned, he didn't deserve this.

y/nl/nofficial

y/nl/nofficial To anyone who calls themselves my fans and talks shit about my lovely boyfriend, UNFOLLOW ME ASAP. Logan is the kindest, sweetest, most talented man I've had the pleasure to know and he deserves better than the bullshit he gets from some assholes who don't know anything about him. To quote my friend Will: KEEP MY WIFES NAME OUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS-

username oop sis snapped

username you tell em girl

username LOVE a gf whos rabidly in love with her bf

username now why would y'all try and shame Mother's boyfriend when all she does is post about him for race weekends??

username fr shes been a logan fan before logan fans have been logan fans

Williams We stan a protective gf 😮‍💨

username admin you'll always be famous y/nl/nofficial Cant help it he looks really pretty in blue 🥰 username oh she in love love

username shall we start calling him Father?

The way I was struggling to write this fic cause I had to write bad things about Pookie Bear Logie is insane. But- I hope yall like it, please do let me know in the comments or reblogs!!!

[reigningmax]

Max at a restaurant in Tokyo tonight

[skillissue71]

Can you draw Rochelle realizing she bisexual?

(ignore if your uncomfortable with that request)

bipanic

[ghostly-groves]

Hear me out

It would be funny I promise (og post)

[queseresere]

It is funniest if Martyn objects to the marriage and still ends up here the next morning.

[qtkoshi]

Maybe gn!Reader and Hobie adopt a kitten and the other three (Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles) come to see the kitten? Maybe a orange kitten gn!Reader wanted to name Spunk or Spike while Hobie gave them a spike collar? Would be cute lol

i luv ur brain anon

"you got....a kitten?"

- ok ok idk if this is what u meant, but u can feel free to run this with the bubblegum reader + hobie bc i think it fits alright :-) - also get a little deep with describing relationship,, but it’s necessary for the plot ! (...) - also!!! tysm for the requests; i am very excited to get into them, but will prob wait till tmrw to release bc it is my birthday today <3 much love to you all

──★ ˙ ̟ to the stars ！

general headcannons

alright first of all: hobie with a kitten? i’m in tears. 

i love the hc that hobie has a soft spot for cats and the fact that y’all got one together? bye.

NAPS WITH THE KITTEN JUST NESTLED BETWEEN BOTH OF YOU

this cat is gonna be SPOILED in attention i tell u rn

hobie isn’t as obvious ab it as u, but the amount of times u see him chilling with the cat just perched on his shoulder?? (why are u taking the baby swinging across the city hobie; wait a min now–)

how u got him

imagine this: ur walking past an alley and hear this small little meow; after further investigation you find this tuft of orange fur crying outside the dumpster and

now u gotta take it in what r u talking about!!

bringing him home immediately ; hobie's spidey senses prob picked up the cat's presence before you got in the door.

'baby what's that.' 'c'mon spiderman we got saving to do'

man can't even argue with you

hobie not naming the cat himself bc he doesn’t wanna enforce socio-constructed labels on an unsuspecting creature that can’t consent

u can tho.

and while you very much want to, you tell hobie you gotta think on it for a bit – it has to fit just right!! (tbh he rlly doesn’t mind the cat being nameless, but he’s kinda whipped and will kinda go with what u want if it helps give that pretty lil smile to him again)

spider-squad finding out ab him

the besties r wrapping up something with a fight and hobie’s all k gotta leave and check on the cat and the rest are like ????? 

pav absolutely floored bc how dare did u not mention this sooner hobie

'so you lot wanna come see him?' (inter-dimensional travel ensues) – also never gonna complain ab coming to hobie’s house they all think his place is dope

i’m sure we all know orange cats are fucking crazy and that does not exclude the little gremlin jumping off the walls of your flat rn

hobie ofc is smirking bc his son the cat is a little agent of chaos and he couldn’t be more proud 

you, on the other hand, are just a little tired trying to get the fucker to stay still for a second so u can put on the damn flea medicine

everybody loves him are u kidding (miles a little hesitant tho, he still has beef with the last spiderman-variant cat he met :/ ) 

“so whats its name?” miles was watching with wary eyes as the little ball of fur darted around. with a heavy (and definitely not dramatic) sigh, you walk over to the group “still haven’t picked. we just found him yesterday.”

luv the idea of hobie looking at u anytime ur in the room (stay with me now) — can’t help it u just grab all his attention, maybe stop being so lovely idk

speaking of your relationship: he has spent years battering against everything life throws at him that having your love in the palm of his hands? something to protect not in the way he does as a hero, but in the way to cherish as a person?? give the man a break, he deserves to admire you whenever he can.

anyways hobie’s looking at you before going ‘oh yea’, just grunts and pulls out this little collar with little spikes and their matching and oh my that is so cute

says he found it in some garbage, most def made the collar with some scraps like he did his own (gotta keep it cool yk)

you giddy and putting the collar on the little heathen and just all ‘omg wait a min’

promptly lifting the cat up and “THIS IS SPIKE.”

cue golf claps from the squad with some ooo’s and aah’s

more gen headcannons

remember when hobie and the cat were swinging around the city? yea he's taking that mf everywhere. puts him in his pocket like a little surprise

hobie loves to play fight with the cat

spike is the perfect mix; got hobie’s energy and your brightness it’s a win-win

i could write more but i'll stop here for now 🕸️

⊗

[bootpoot]

your vrisrezi art makes me SO SO SO SO SOOOO CRAZY. Omg. i love how you make art and you. i hope the vrisrezi brainworms continue to infect you forever so you can continue blessing my eyes and for them to continue infecting me so i can continue to be blessed. just magnificent work

THANK YOU SO MUCH this made me smile so hard you have no idea ur very sweet i will draw vrisrezi forever theyre my favorite homestuck ship… heres a wip as a treat :3

[inquissien]

I'd love to see more Disco Elysium from you!

A great suggestion, I love drawing those guys. This one is for you!

[liivzen]

EX HUSBAND TOJI!!!!!!!

ex husband toji? say less my dear

(this is my second ask ever so i hope i do you justice)

for reference I used this position I saw in an artwork by a fav artist of mine so here’s the link

mdni 18+

Wc: 1200ish

btw not really edited, my apologies

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Walking down the chip aisle in the convience store, you couldnt help but notice how chilly it was inside. Since it was hot and muggy outside because of the summer heat, the store had the ac cranked up to the max. You quickly went to grab the chips you wanted and a few other items before heading to the register to check out.

Mumbling a thank you and goodbye to the cashier, you left out the sliding doors at the front.

As you walk out the convenience store you started to make your way back to your apartment. All you could feel now was the sun beating down on your back and sweat starting to drip down your body. You wanted to quickly make it back to your apartment so you could feel ac again.

You walk up the stairs and reach your apartment door finally, taking your keys out and unlocking the door. Just wanting to put your bag of groceries up, you walk over to the fridge to put away juice and some fresh fruits. Once you did that you put the rest of the things in the cabinet and made your way to the living room to finally sit down and relax on this hot Saturday. As you round the corner though all you can do is gasp.

Your ex husband was currently sitting on your sofa eating a bag a chips and watching TV.

Toji turns around and looks over at you with a mouthful of chips and mutes the TV.

“Oh hey.” he mumbles with his mouthful.

“What the fuck are you doing.” You glare at him with your arms crossed. In this moment you were glad megumi was over at his friend yuujis house for the day so he wouldn’t have to hear this commotion going on.

Toji finishes his mouthful of chips and opens his mouth to speak to you.

“I finished a job in the area and thought i’d stop by to see my loving wife” He says to you with a smirk on his face.

“ex-wife actually, we arent together anymore Toji.” you respond back to him and continue to glare. Toji stood and walked over to where you stood behind the sofa and kissed your cheek, walking to the kitchen to put away the chips. You quickly follow behind him to get more answers.

“How’d you even get in here?” you asked him, standing across the kitchen island staring at your ex-husband.

“Your bedroom window was left unlocked, you should really remember to do that, don’t want any creeps getting in here sweetheart.” He responds leaning on the counter closer to your face.

“Mm creeps huh?” You respond back to him. He just chuckles and makes his way around to you on the other side of the kitchen island. once he was close enough to where you had to look up at him you spoke again.

“You know, we’re seperated for a reason toji. What makes you think you can come by?” You ask him quietly. Toji smirks down at you again responding,

“Because i know you miss me sweeheart.” He tells you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You quip back at him looking away from him, avoiding eye contact.

You feel his hand grab your chin, almost grabbing neck, to make you look at him. When you do look at him again you seem his eyes tilted down to look at you with his same smirk on again.

“You sure about that?”

Thats all he says before pulling you into a kiss.

At first you were shocked, but it didn’t take long for you to reciprocate the kiss. You threw your arms around his neck and pushed back with a force with your mouth on his now. Toji placed his large hands on your body, one on your waist and the other reaching down to your ass. You can feel Tojis tongue force its way into your mouth, making you moan and give him access.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this but you really couldn’t really help yourself. You hadn’t felt this kind of way since the two of you had seperated.

The kisses started to get a bit rough, with toji biting at your lips and moving to the side of your throat. You could already feel the hickeys that you would have to cover up tomorrow for work. You let out a small moan when toji reaches the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder. Toji smirked at this and continued to suck at that sensitive spot.

Next thing you know you’re getting picked up and taken over to the sofa. however you weren’t just regulerally placed on the sofa. You were turned around and bent over the arm of the sofa. You could feel toji gripping onto your shorts and pulling them down. You glanced back and noticed that he was pulling down his sweats and boxers, pulling out his long and hard cock.

Having seen tojis cock before you obviously knew it what it looked and felt like, but even after a while of seeing it, you still felt your cunt clinch in anticipation.

You felt him line up his cock at your entrance but not before moving close and feeding your legs through his so he could grab your feet from behind his thighs.

As soon as this happened you felt Toji push himself himself in slowly, letting you feel every inch push into you. Once you felt this you immediately let out a moan, arching your back in pleasure. You heard toji behind you let out a groan before saying something to you.

“Gosh babe, still tight as ever.” He smirks down at you. With the pleasure you were feeling you couldn’t quip back anything. Toji tightens his grip on your feet and starts moving his hips, making fast and hard thrust into you. You could feel every deep thrust inside you and all you could do was moan out his name. You were hanging on to the sofa so hard your knuckles were white.

“Ah-Toji!”

“Yeah baby say my name, say whose making you feel like this.” Toji whispered down to you, making his thrust even harder somehow. you continued to cry out in pleasure, even moving your hand down to rub your clit. You eventually felt tears start to run down your cheeks.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your climax. After not having this amount of pleasure in a long time, it felt like you were a horny teenager all over again with how fast you climaxed. You saw white when you finally reached your orgasm, yelling tojis name.

Toji let go of your feet and grabbed onto your hips, making his thrust faster and harder. He threw his head back, doing one last thrust before you feel him warm your insides.

After a few minutes of silence trying to gain your breath, you feel toji pull out of you and pull your shorts back up on you. He grabbed onto your basically limp body and set you back normally on the sofa and sits next to you. The silence continues for a moment before toji speaks.

“So you really don’t miss me hm?”

“Fuck off.”