#the mental images were too adorable to not to draw them

[sapphyrwind]

Little hoodie sasuke doodles.

These were inspired by 'Our Future', sns fic by @lilypheria ! which i highly recommend ~ go check it out 😊

[vendetta-if]

Lmao, this mental image came to my head, but imagine a toddler mc walking up to their family babbling about their "imaginary friend" and their power hadn't really shown itself then or at least when they were around and when asked about it they point towards a humaniod-ish looking shadow standing behind them kinda just standing there.

“I don’t know whether I should be worried, Cara,” Viktor says, eyes glancing around the apartment nervously. “Sasha has been babbling about this… friend of theirs but it’s only me and them in the house. And I’ve heard them seemingly talking to someone but when I came to check, there was no one there…”

“Relaaax, Vitya,” Cara laughs, waving Viktor’s worry off. “It’s completely normal for kids to have imaginary friends!”

Viktor’s hunched shoulders sag slightly in relief. “Really? Did Ash have one too?”

“Well, I don’t think so.” She taps her chin thoughtfully. “Or maybe they did but they never told me. Anyway, the point still stands; it’s nothing strange for kids to have active imagination. On the contrary, I think that’s a sign of a healthy brain development. Maybe they’ll grow up to be a creative person like you!”

Viktor perks up and grins, “Oh! You should totally see their drawings! I keep every single—”

He’s cut off as he catches a glimpse of something rushing past his peripheral vision.

“What the—” Cara gasps in surprise as well.

Before either of them can comprehend what just happened, the sound of Sasha giggling brings their attention away. Sasha is running in their direction as fast as their little legs can bring them, their chubby hands are outstretched in front of them as if they’re chasing something… or running away from something.

Viktor immediately jumps out of his seat and crouches to take Sasha in his arms before they trip on their feet. “Sasha! What did we talk about running around the house?” he chides gently.

“Yeah, you could hurt yourself, you know?” Cara adds, approaching by Vikto’s side.

Sasha bows their head. “Sorry, Dad… Aunt Cara,” they mumble adorably and Viktor sighs. There’s no way he can stay angry for more than a few seconds.

“Just promise not to do it again, okay?” he says and Sasha nods eagerly. “Why were you running, anyway?” he asks curiously.

“I’m playing tag with my friend!” they squeal happily.

“The one you’ve told your dad about for weeks now?” Cara clarifies.

“Mhm!” Sasha nods before pointing at somewhere behind Viktor and Cara. “Oh! They wanna say hi!”

Viktor and Cara look at each other in worry before they both slowly turn around to see who—or what Sasha is pointing at. Viktor expected nothing but air at where they’re pointing, but he has never been more wrong in his life.

“GAH!” Cara yells, jumping slightly in surprise as she quickly reaches down to her holster.

Even Viktor can’t help but yelp in surprise, instinctively holding onto Sasha tighter to protect them and muscles tensing in preparation to either fight or run.

There—exactly where Sasha is pointing at—is a thin and shadowy figure. It doesn’t have a face, only more swirling darkness. Its edges are blurry, making it looks more like a black smoke. And now that he focuses more on the figure, it seems to be slightly translucent as well, like a ghost.

This is something out of a horror movie. Is this the friend Sasha is talking about? No way, right?

“W—Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my house?!” Viktor barks at the figure.

The figure only lifts up its scraggly right arm and gives a little, awkward wave. Shit, is this figure a person or maybe it is controlled by someone not far from here to keep an eye on him and his child?

“Get out of here, right now, you freak! Or you’ll regret it!” he snarls, shifting to the side to get Sasha away from this monster as far as possible.

He’s not sure whether it’s because of his threats or what, but the shadowy figure fades away. However, both Cara and Viktor are still on high alert, not wanting to keep their guard down. After all, the guy might still be around.

“You and Sasha should stay at Luka’s tonight,” Cara says, voice dead serious as she pulls out her phone.

“Yeah, let me pack some things first,” Viktor agrees, quickly bolting to Sasha’s room to pack some clothes, Sasha still securely carried in one of his arms.

“Dad…” Sasha yawns. “Where are we going? And why were you so rude to my friend?” They rub their hands on their eyes.

“We’re going to stay with Uncle Luka for a while until we figure out what’s going on, okay?” Viktor explains. “Also, stay away from that figure. We don’t know who or what they are. They could be wishing to harm us for all we know.”

“They don’t,” Sasha whines. “They’ve always been there for me!”

“We don’t know that for sure, baby,” Viktor mutters.

“But I know! I just know it!” Sasha insists. “They’re not evil, they just wanna help.”

Viktor stops for a second, thoughts running through his head. Could it be…? Could it have something to do with Sasha’s power? But Sasha is still so young, he doesn’t expect their power to start manifesting this early but such cases are not exactly unheard of.

Still, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to book an appointment with a pediatrician. He’ll do that later. For now, he’ll expect the worst and make sure Sasha is safe first.

[rockmiyabideusexmachina]

2024 Megaman Summer Fanart Contest - Category 2 Results!

Once again, to see the Cat. 1 Talent entries if you've missed them, head to this post.

Are ye scurvy scallywags ready to find out if (Megaman) X marks the spot and which swashbucklers will plunder all of the booty in this category?

Set sail beyond the crashing waves below to find out after the break....

CATEGORY 2 (Humor): Pirates of the Alohahabean

For this category, entrants were tasked with drawing a comical scene where the Mega Man character(s) of their choice, who are pirates or were dressed/acted as pirates, were hunting for treasure. And in turn, ruined a nice day on the beach/in the water for other characters.

For the full gallery of pics, click here. Links to each individual full size image is after each entrant's name as well. All winners will be contacted soon.

1.) @megagundamman [Pic] *$175 USD Prize Winner!

Literally every member of the Mega pirates multiverse is here to battle the sand Octoper OA in this ambitious piece. Time to send him back to Davy Joe's locker! Through the chaos that lifeguard Akane can't control, laughed at the other pirate thieves like Marino and Teisel trying to get away with some beach treasures, the flailing Summer Penguin and Servbot, and poor Ashe as the mermaid figurehead on the Met ship's front.

2.) @pstart [Pic] *$100 USD Prize Winner!

Volnutt may have been originally pranked by Roll pretending to be a sharky Firushudot, but that ominous pirate vessel, the Balcon Gelede, has him spooked even more! Big froggies are scary. Tron and her Servbot look adorable in their actual pirate getups!

3.) Kamicciolo [Pic] $75 USD Prize Winner!

Wily losing his temper with Bass (while Bass gives no F...ortes) will never not illicit a chuckle. But even more amusing is buff Dr. Light wearing a Donald Duck sailor hat. I am mentally hearing his MM8 Elmer Fudd voice replaced by Kingdom Hearts Donald! "When we fin' dat Wiwy, I'll summon dat meteaaw, Sowa!" ______________________________________

And the rest of our humorous entries, in alphabetical order by alias:

AbilityField [Pic]

Meggers claws give him the ability to dig up the sand so fast that Geo's friends have become sand sculptures themselves! Their expressions, while keeping some recognizable features of their design, are amusing!

ArtisIan [Pic]

Dr. Light is not amused that his family grilling time has been interrupted! Pirate Man better watch out for the hot tongs. Had a good laugh at Fliptop getting his top a little flipped and all those beach items/condiments flying out. Along with poor Beat buried upside-down.

@DWN-059 [Pic]

A continuation of sorts from Beebs' contest entry two years ago. Dive Man's urgent rush to take care of the troublesome pirates is making waves! Which is not good news for Sword Man's torso. Love the feel of movement, not just from Dive in the background, but the Kaizock pulling up the beach towel in the foreground as well!

@duskblogsthings [Pic]

The treasure will all be pirate Roll's, because there's not much Rock can do, being all buried himself there. Cute and playful beach scene!

VCampan [Pic]

Tron finally won, and got Volnutt and Roll to join her pirate crew! I guess mechanics need lots of zenny for stuff too. Like adapting a Megabuster to shoot out cannonballs, most likely. Despite being a veteran air pirate, guess Bola can't handle the motion of the ocean, though...

Thank you once more to everyone for your hard work and participation this year! All the art was fantastic!

[starsh0cked]

okay so. two things!! first of all, over the course of january (and the beginning of february) i participated in the kirby oc secret santa, which was wonderfully hosted by @/moonverc3x. i was lucky enough to be the santa for @/starflungwaddledee, and ended up with two of my best pieces so far!!

these were CHALLENGING, though. which is where the second thing comes in!! under the cut, i'll be going over some of the sketches, drafts and phases of either piece! there's also a speedpaint. exciting!!

i'll be starting with my starstruck piece! the theme here was wanderlust - literally one of the most whimsical words i know - and generally anything to do with the stars. i had a few things in mind, but considering how long it sometimes takes to make artwork, i decided to roll with what inspired me the most.

this is the final sketch compared to the final artwork. certainly one of the crazier transformations i've done. i had a mental image of most parts of the artwork, from the material of starstruck's bow to the lighting cast by the stars. everything except for the grass (i hate grass!!) i ended up rendering the grass and background first, anyway.

doing the background before the rest of the artwork helps define the lighting and shadows! if i decided to draw starstruck before the background, i'd have to draw it according to the lighting.

weird explanation, but in summary: background before character helps the character look like a part of the environment! character before background means extra steps need to be taken before the character fits in the environment!

starstruck's bow was also a decent challenge! i'm a fan of bows and satin, so a satin bow sounded like a good idea. it was, but i've never drawn satin before. the workaround was an active satin study! i stared at a satin bow i found on pinterest and tried to understand how light spread over the material. it's quite interesting!!

you might notice that i flipped the direction of the shooting stars. this is for composition reasons!! i wanted to make starstruck the obvious focus, and while the contrast between her warmer palette and the background's cooler palette easily achieve that, i wanted to cement it. i also added little hand drawn sparklies everywhere. because i like it.

of course, i have to talk about the eyes!! if anything, i noticed that in all of starflung's drawings of starstruck, she had really glittery eyes. literally adorable. so i made it my mission to capture her feelings in her eyes!! i had a lot of fun making them super shiny and adding little stars in there. i also needed to pay attention to the subtle gradient, though - they fade from blue to pink if you zoom into starflung's artworks - and decided to keep it vibrant.

okay. thats all for this one!! i'd like to mention that in the original sketch for this specific pose, bandee was in the background. i really regret scrapping that now. oh, well!

time for morpho dee! i'll be starting for with the speedpaint for this one, mainly because it sort of explains some of the process by itself.

i restarted the shading... three or four times at least? so yeah. i was losing it on this piece. i'll be completely honest, i contemplated dropping it for the sake of meeting the deadline. it wasn't stressing me out, but i had studies to worry about too, and i was worried that it wouldn't be of great quality? but after some advice from my beloved older sister, i managed to turn the tide!!

this is a first for me, but everything here was a challenge. if you scroll through my account and the few artworks i've posted, you'll notice that i draw gijinkas far more than orbs. now, you may be wondering why this didn't pose so much of an issue for my starstruck piece! it's mainly because i chose a far simpler pose for her than i did for morpho over here.

for morpho, the artwork needed to be dramatic. i draw cutesy things - while i've always wanted to draw something dramatic, i've never pushed myself to do it. until this artwork! i went for a dynamic pose which would (hopefully) pull the viewer's eye towards morpho dee. that's what's up with the foreshortned spear! i also realised that the plcement of his feet would be quite significant to the artwork. you might not know this, but feet are my greatest enemy. i'm still trying to figure out how best to draw them for people or orbs, but i'm getting there.

after 'lineart' (which really ended up being a cleaned sketch - this was supposed to be linelessly rendered, but i gave up on that) the pose was no longer a problem. because the shading was! hooray!!

nothing has quite bewildered me like metal shading has. i've shaded gold. satin. cotton, fluffy scarves, shiny things, grass. yet metal shading continues to elude me! this was, hands down, the most difficult part of this artwork. i struggled to make sense of how the lighting was supposed to work, even with references. and every time i thought it made sense, i ended up with something i didn't like the look of. the solution? long breaks, more references and pinterest tutorials. i have no clue how i managed this, but we got here anyways. i finished it off by colouring the lineart according to the shading.

i have experience with drawing fire, at least! it was three or four years ago in an old artwork, but i have experience! i simply had to figure out how to work it into the atmosphere. for the glow, i duplicated the layer, gaussian blurred it and used a slight glow layer! i did something similar for the durst particles, but i used motion blur instead.

i also want to talk about the spear a little bit. you might notice that i added a bit of ambient glow around the blue gem. that was with the light intensity in mind, but also for a sense of realism! i also had to keep the pink light in mind, though. so i ended up using an airbrush to create a base for the lighting and i continued from there. i added a few scratches on the handle just to give it a bit more life, too.

and, finally, a one-to-one comparison between the sketch and the final! i have literally no idea how i pulled either of these pieces off, but i'm quite proud of them.

i recommend you drop by @/kirbyoc-secretsanta for other artworks! a total of 75 artists participated, so there are plenty of super cool ocs to adore over there and new artists to find!! this was my first secret santa experience, and @/moonverc3x made an amazing host (thank you for hosting, by the way!!) bye bye!!

[lovejosephquinn]

would you fancy doing a joe quinn x female!reader where she’s talented at basically everything and doesn’t know it or thinks it’s normal. joe just finding out all her talents (weird ones and just slightly abnormal ones) and he’s just Taken Aback ™️ mainly bc there’s no rhyme or reason to them. love you lots ❤️❤️

Honestly this is adorable and is a blurb scenario asking for pure fluff, is it not? ILYSM Thank you for requesting my lovely x

Joe couldn't believe his luck with you, it's like he'd hit the jackpot on so many levels. There wasn't anything you couldn't seem to do, and it excited the life out of him, you always passed it off either denying the fact because his sudden reaction of you doing so would irriatate him in the most adorable of ways or that you just thought it was a normal thing to be able to do but Joe didn't think so, he thought you were truly mesmerizing.

Whether it be something so simple like making the bed in a certain way or the way it felt when you gave him a massage after a hard day, right down to your crazy weird party tricks you'd show off at times.

One evening, you sang along to a song then felt inspired, so you followed on by pulling out your acoustic guitar and he thought it was the best thing he'd ever seen. You'd cook him a meal and he'd act like he'd never tasted anything more delectable in his life. He'd found in an old box of your drawings from your younger years that were all signed and dated of different scenic views and portraits of animals and begged you to draw something for him. The fact that you could speak a few different languages fluently had his head reeling.

At a party one night, after a few too many drinks you showed everyone in the room that you could touch your nose with the tip of your tongue and following that, that you could tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue, whilst sending his mind into overdrive and his cock raging, it also made him clap his hands with pure enjoyment.

To put it bluntly, Joe was truly an obsessed and smitten individual. You'd take note and a clear mental image of his face or body language when you'd do something completely out of the ordinary to him and he'd point out that he liked that or asked you to do it again because he was taken back, it didn't matter what.

Was it just because he loved you more than he'd ever loved anything in the world? Probably.

[endenope]

Feral rn I ADORE consensual edging, overstimulation, and multiple orgasms 😩 we all know Kaveh is a squirt enthusiast and pussy drunk so he'll try to pull as many as he can from Alhaitham before the sessions over. Maybe even pushing him beyond that (watersports anyone? 👉👈 its fine if its not your thing) but Kaveh, being the doting partner he is, always makes sure to give him water and a nice long bath with lots of praise and skin contact if Haitham is up for it. I'll be awaiting the day you decide to come back to this idea! - 🍋

YESSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSS OMORASHI i heavily implied it without saying it out loud bc i know most ppl are prob not into this so i left it there but in my mind i was chanting it while writing this very vaguely, idk if u noticed it AHHAH

(omo rambling utc, dont click if u know u dont like this kinda stuff)

(first of all, for me big no to drinking or them getting it in the mouth, its just the whole control thing) i just find the idea of haitham getting edged and fucked so good he loses control over his body that he just releases all over himself and blacking out from the relief and bliss for a sec before he gets so embarrassed and humiliated (in a delicious way he not-so-secretly enjoys (bc kaveh is smart and found out soon) that he has to hide his face for a bit to calm down (i like to hc he does that when hes actually getting embarrassed for once, taking a sec to collect himself) and its so very cute to kaveh- and also too arousing to see haitham like this. hes so vulnerable, willingly showing kaveh, giving him this control bc he trusts him the most and it does things to kavehs heart and brain

theres just smth seeing this stoic aloof man, always seeming so unreachable and cool and always in control, all drunk and stupid on (only kavehs) cock, his entire body a mess of fluids, trembling and moaning and crying, all of his control either gone or given willingly to kaveh.......... <3 beautiful

while were on omo topic, now i got another idea to draw bc the mental image is now stuck in my brain omg i just love haitham getting embarrassed or all blushing while he loses control (and gets even wetter bc he enjoys it)

i want and need to draw all this waaaa every time we all ramble here i have the feral need to draw all this bc the mental images !!! theyre every where .. .. 😩💕

[the-loveliest-lotus]

Kloktober 2023: Day 19 - Inspired by an UN-Metal Song

Today's prompt features an idea that I actually hope to eventually have the time to draw because the image (mainly of a mentally exhausted Magnus) is too damned funny.

Featuring Magnus Hammersmith, a passed out Toki Wartooth, Vater Orlaag, my OC Lucy Skye Desmond, and @gibbouschild's adorable OC Sunni Daye. 🖤

Inspiration taken from Caramelldansen. 🖤

Magnus was beginning to think revenge wasn’t worth it. Once a week for the last month, Toki and Lucy had been taking him to underground warehouse raves that went all night and into the morning, loading him up on substances that he hadn’t even thought about in at least 5 or 10 years, and then doing god knows what until long after the sun came up. The two little spitfires were irritatingly starting to grow on him. But the post-rave babysitting... Dear god...

All he wanted right now was sleep. Or maybe at least to get out of the damned sun. And yet here he was in a pair of Lucy’s black and patched JNCOs, a denim vest, a fishnet top, and make up, sitting on a bench outside of a Denny’s at 8am on a Thursday morning. “How do we always end up at a fucking Denny’s?” Probably because the one time they ended up at a Waffle House Lucy and Toki tried fist fighting someone in the parking lot.

Toki was passed out on the bench, head in Magnus’ lap like a pillow, flopped at angles that the kid would probably regret later. Or not, the limber little shit. Lucy however, was utterly bouncing. How did she still have this level of energy? Did she ever fucking stop? He heard Lucy gasp and he closed his eyes slowly, silently begging any deity that was listening that she wouldn’t-

“You two are so pretty!”

Magnus could tell she was about to try to stand up and get closer to whoever had just walked over, so he quickly wrapped his arms around her and just leaned against her shoulder. His expression looked almost as though he were in pain. “Lucy, please, for the love of Satan below, stop hitting on every hot couple that goes inside.” Magnus looked over at the two of them. They were definitely attractive, more so than any of the other couples that had gone inside, but there was no way this was happening right now. He said to them, “Please ignore her, we’re just waiting for our ride. It’s been a long night.”

Vater and Sunni exchanged looks, Sunni blushing furiously, but with a little smile on her face. Sunni smiled at Lucy, “I love your hair. And your outfit. Your whole look.”

Lucy was beaming, “Thank you!”

Magnus got a little after wave of euphoria from whatever ecstasy was left in his system and was rubbing his face against Lucy’s shoulder like a cat, which was enough to distract her and she turned her attention back to him.

Vater and Sunni took the distraction as an opportunity to walk inside. “Well, that was… Interesting,” the tall redhead didn’t entirely know the odds of running into two members of Dethklok and the former member of Dethklok at a Denny’s of all places, but this would be something to bring up at the next meeting. Then the gears started really turning, “Wait, did she just call us-“

“She called us pretty,” Sunni said, smiling in a way that Vater found almost painfully adorable. He couldn’t help but crack a smile.

[starishome]

History I made for @enchantedchocolatebars about Amelie. I’m sorry if is not good I still learning, but here is!!! ✨✨✨

~Thoughts~

"However, there are very few lakes where it is found and even so, the probability of titan blood leaking into the waters is minimal... I will have to find another way"

Philip silently read the information provided in the book and wrote down the important parts in his diary. He hated the fact that Caleb was stubborn enough to hide his titan blood from him. In his words, Philip had to… get used to it because Caleb was not going to allow them to be separated anymore. Hypocrite…

“Ugh…” the human groaned. The worst part was that this was the only book that contained information, great.

The brown one went to the last page of the book or rather diary, it belonged to Amelie's father.

“Amelie…” Philip whispered. Until now he hadn't realized that she had given him her father's diary. Wouldn't he scold her for that? If that was the case, he had to hand it over to her as quickly as possible, he didn't want her to be scolded because of him.

Although…why did she give him something so valuable in the first place? Yes, she said that she wanted to help him get off the islands because she couldn't stand him, but she was playing that part... At least that's what the human hoped.

It was a curious thing, even though she almost always made comments about how he was unbearable or something like that, it seemed to be an innocent joke, one that without realizing it he became accustomed to.

Another thing that seemed curious to Philip was the fact that she was spoiled, a spoiled witch who did not consider anyone inferior, she smiled at everyone, even him. He would never say it out loud, but her smile was kitten-like, because when she smiled her fangs peeked out from between her mouth. Yup, like a kitten.

The brunette smiled at the mental image of the witch with cat ears and tail, simply adorable.

Something tender about her was her voice. Soft and calm, somewhat monotonous at times, but it was almost… angelic, at least for the human. Even when she joked she maintained that serenity, she was still sophisticated. And don't get him started on her accent, something strange, but hypnotizing, if he... he could listen to her talk for hours.

He could also stare into her eyes for hours. Red like blood but maintaining a kind of glow on them, they were also mesmerizing.

She was mesmerizing, adorable, calm, kind, happy and pretty... too pretty for his own good... sometimes her... her made him feel very strange in his stomach…

Philip observe what he had just scribbled on the paper.

Without realizing it, he had drawn Amelie. Looking at him in that simple way and smiling at him with her little fangs.

His embarrassment only grew and he soon found himself thinking of things he shouldn’t have. He cover himself with his hands like a child would hide under a blanket.

Philip began to feel a overwhelming heat all over his body, especially his face. His stomach also felt funny and for some reason his heart beat faster than it was used to, he could hear it beating.

He was sorely tempted to rip the drawing into pieces and rid himself of the shame, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't...

“Ugh, what are you thinking!?” Philip hit his head and pulled his hair. His hands then covered his face and he looked away from his own diary.

He looked at the diary again.

Embarrassed, he grabbed the pen and added some details to her hair.

“Ouh” The brunette stroked the drawing page with his thumb. “What the hell am I thinking? I’m not… I’m not going to stay here… I… umh”

Philip let his head fall heavily onto the desk and groaned in frustration.

Why was she so attractive? Wait, no, she wasn't… Well, she was…

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!”

[chocodile]

Lmao just know I'm brainrotted and am mentally making both my Xatts Anthros but more animal aligned than anthro Xatts cause Xep is based on a hare in my mind so I wanna turn her into a gangly limbed uncanny hare freak (lovingly) with stupid big ears who just generally has major something is very very wrong with her vibes and probably delights in torture and maiming like a little freak and would growl at Hayden ears pinned back in aggression showing, sharp back teeth that definitely probably shouldnt be there if he looked at the rabbit Xatt anthro too long.

Meanwhile sweet bun Xatt is stuck with this terrifying lanky maniac and is just shaped smaller squishy and ever so soft and fluffy with such delicate gentle paws and a light step. And Xep just wants to dress her up and admire her prize. But also probably has something a bit wrong with her as well. What exactly idk but probably don't get caught snooping somewhere you shouldn't by her. Cause I like the oh a cute lil lady <3 - oh there's something wrong with her actually. Maybe magic idk like I like the idea of powers especially darker magic making her perhaps just as deadly as the maniac hare.

Cause both being Xatts they're both dangerous just in slightly different ways bun is a cutesy lure with the unexpected jaw while Xep is cunning and moreso hunts and I think that'd translate over making them both deadly in different ways. They probably have some sort of work deal pact, not sure what or why I like them being in a fucked up partnership cause dynamic. Bound by blood. I'm just so brain rotted and so normal about this XD with so many mental images of art I'll never make but oof I wanna. I just thought you had a right to know your hayden world stuff urg it consumes me I love thinking about it its so fun.

Also I just like uncanny Valley hare lanky wrong and unnerving paired with a small fluffy and trustworthy bunny rabbit. Like the brain is vibrating at mental imagery of that the opposites the cute correct adored and the terrifying incorrect feared, always kind of bound to the other inseparable almost. Idk I can't fully explain it but thoughts go BRRR

In regards to the designs, any proportions you wanna draw them with are totally fine! You can draw 'em anthro with human proportions and clothing, you can draw them quad, you can draw 'em like Bugs Bunny and anything in between. Xatts can come in many shapes and sizes! A long gangly uncanny one sounds cool.

Also, having something "wrong" with 'em and a slightly ominous streak is very much in character for Xatts...they tend to be a little odd and feral at the best of times--it's mostly a matter of what their individual "bad" percentage is and how good they are at controlling it.

Also, your description of your two as a tag team sounds very endearing! I'll keep that in mind when I do your Xatt sketches… (still planning that, just catching up on stuff and in a bit of a digital art slump at the moment)

In regards to Hyden's reaction, I can certainly say he'd be rather creeped out by a Xatt. Once the surprise wore off, though, he'd be fascinated by this strange, new, potentially magical creature… careful, Xep, don't let him get you on the dissection table!

In the current version of the Amaranthine story, Xatts aren't canonically present--they're more of a free-floating monster idea that could be plugged into any setting--but they were originally part of Amaranthine back in 2009.

In the original 2009-era backstory for Xatts, they were born from the Shadow. Given that Hyden was the one who released the Shadow upon the world in the first place, that would have made him their accidental "father", in a way.

The connection between the two isn't canon anymore, but just a fun little bit of trivia. :)

[k00294140]

Inspirationnnn

THE CAT RETURNS - STUDIO GHIBLI

When a truck is about to run over a cat, high school girl Haru (Chizuru Ikewaki) saves it and finds that the cat is actually a prince by the name of Lune. Lune’s father, the Cat King, extends an offer of marriage to her as a token of appreciation. After being taken to the Cat Kingdom, Haru begins to take on feline characteristics. When she is stopped from leaving, two sculptures who have been miraculously brought to life, Toto and the Baron (Yoshihiko Hakamada), help her escape.

This movie is really in tune with what my project is sort of about. The cats in this film act VERY human and often walk on two legs ( see picture above) they even attend a Ball which has similar to one of the artists that i will speak about his name is ...

Louis Wain-

Louis William Wain was an English artist best known for his drawings of anthropomorphised cats and kittens. A lot of his paintings center around the idea of cats acting or being almost human. this is what i really like about his art and what i want to come across in my project. Like "how did that cat end up in that?" or "even cats can be gentlemen". Another thing that i adore about his art is how FULL OF LIFE AND COLOURFUL IT IS. Its my favorite thing in any piece of art

modern arry and arriet gouache

I also really love this mirror painting idea and definitely want to do something similar to this! :>>

Into his later years he began to create these abstract looking cats which i find also very inspiring. I almost interpret them as movement of cats too. They kind of remind me of the images id see inside a kaleidoscope.. which to me is like movement.

Pieces like this were created after Wain was eventually admitted to hospital for schizophrenia. He continued to produce many drawings of gleeful and often outlandish cats, and his body of work demonstrated the therapeutic and restorative effect that closeness with animals can have on a person’s mental health too.

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“Freaks was a thing I photographed a lot. It was one of the things I photographed and it had a terrific kind of excitement for me. I just used to adore them. I still do adore some of them. I don’t quite mean they’re my best friends but they made me feel a mixture of shame and awe. There’s a quality of legend about freaks. Like a person in a fairy tale who stops you and demands that you answer a riddle. Most people go through life dreading they’ll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They’ve already passed their test in life. They’re aristocrats.”

- Diane Arbus

  For some analysis on Diane Arbus’s work, I read Lars Nowak’s “Disabling/Enabling Photography: On Freak Photography and Diane Arbus’s Portraits.” In this article, Nowak provides a very useful overview on the history of photographing ‘non-normative’ bodies or "freaks" and discusses the criticism Arbus’s photographs of disabled people have received as exploitative but also how this critique could miss the effectiveness Arbus’s work has in breaking down the disabled / able-bodied binary between human bodies.

  Nowak's look at early freak photographic history states that for many of the show people during the heyday of freak shows, this was a major way they were able to support themselves with many photographs even serving to show the functional abilities of disabled persons (Nowak 211), e.g. people without certain body parts using other ways to perform everyday actions or creative exercises. Nowak does, though, criticize photography which draws exaggerated attention to abnormalities and not the individuals as whole themselves.

  When Arbus is brought up, Nowak writes that she photographed ‘freaks’ during the ‘60s when freak photography was dying or already dead. Arbus also “made it a rule to photograph the disabled exclusively at their usual whereabouts” (215), not in studios but often in their public and private spaces “counter[ing] the then beginning process of [disabled people] becoming invisible” (215). This is especially the case with Arbus’s photographs at homes for the mentally disabled late in her career. Arbus is also known to “monstri[fy] what is normal” (218) in her photographs, which makes some of her photographs of disabled people even more ambiguous (such as ones where the subjects are wearing masks) while also capturing the imperfections of ‘normal bodies.’

  That people who aren’t disabled come off in Arbus’s photographs ‘just as strange’ as the ‘non-normative’ bodies is pretty telling of what Arbus may have had in mind when capturing these people in her photographs. There’s some great questions at the end of the article too - whether the camera is the distorter and not the photographer (Arbus: “Something is ironic in the world and it has to do with the fact that what you intend never comes out like you intend it” - “I don’t feel that total identity with the machine” - “One thing that struck me very early is that you don’t put into a photograph what’s going to come out. Or, vice versa, what comes out is not what you put in”) and if subjects with cognitive disabilities unaware of or dismissive of ‘norms’ are not ‘freaks’ or ‘monsters’ but examples of human potential to break free from constricting dualities like normal / abnormal or disabled / able-bodied.

“I do feel I have some slight corner on something about the quality of things. I mean it’s very subtle and a little embarrassing to me, but I really believe there are things which nobody would see unless I photographed them.”

- Diane Arbus

Some Arbus photos:

Masked woman in wheelchair, Pa. 1970

On this photo: “.. the skewed lines of the sidewalk, the tree shadows and the sunlight combine with blank windows to form a circular visual movement around the woman. As in many of Arbus’s images, this composition is based on a series of diagonal lines and geometric shapes, which are also visible in the obliquely turned wheels of the wheelchair. These slanted perspectives and objects enhance the reading of the witch figure as an apparition, a skewed vision of ordinary reality which is also a prototypical embodiment of a distorted personality. Oblique lines also create visual energy, enhancing the subject’s psychological presence and indicating her power” (“Diane Arbus’s Expressive Methods,” Diana Emery Hulick 112).

Triplets in their bedroom, N.J. 1963

Untitled (4) 1970-71 - (at an all-female Vineland home for the mentally disabled)

  P.S. Arbus quotes are from An Aperture Monograph

[smizzy]

Being Angela's sibling and dating El

mannn im finna whip dis hoe

DONT GET ME STARTEDDDDDD

angela having a soft spot 4 u cus ur her sibling

but shes not kissing up ur ass 24/7

just mildly picking on you

it was all well until you saw a brown short haired girl getting laughed at by your sister and her friends

you didn't say anything knowing how Angela was, but you made a mental note to make sure to look out for that same girl

as time went by she started telling you more and more about the same girl

stories about how she treats her, jokes made in class about her, names being thrown around

you found out her name was Jane and her brother Will both coming from outta state

she was cute you'd give her that

you wanted to talk to her, maybe more

yeah Angela's mischievous actions ticked you off day by day

but during those days you were getting closer to Will meaning also getting closer to Jane too

on the first day you talked to both of them you told them you swore you weren't like your sister

They were on the fence still more so Jane and ofc u don't blame them after the image your sister technically gave you both

But Angela started noticing you staring out for someone during school

or saying you have something for school and spending less and less time with her

not too long after Will, Jonathan, Joyce started noticing when you were brought up she have a reddish pink tint appear on her face with the most adorable blushing smile

it's just so easy to see how much she's into you

and they think it's the most cutest thing ever

the incident at the roller-rink left you stunned but you couldn't say she didn't deserve the hit.....

days pass and you get even more close with Jane, maybe even little flirty remarks, you were in deep babe

After school you heard loud snickering knowing what was happening already, you walked over to Jane helping her up and picking up her dropped belongings and putting them back in her bag

"just give it up already Angela, she's clearly desperate now just spare all of us the time"

it was the first time you ever stood up for Jane

Angela had to make sure she wasn't trippin fr

THE CONFESSIONNNNNNNNN

she scraped her chin with a scratch on her cheek so thinking it was good idea you told her to sit still as you go find any type of first aid in the Hopper-Byers house

As you began treating her she asked you in a low soft voice why you did what you did back at school

you couldn't say anything, like your words were stuck in your mouth

not cus of how scared you were to admit how you felt, but the closeness of face to face ratio

"y/n" you hesitantly moved your eyes up to hers

And in a quick movement she placed her lips right on yours mking you burn up, you dropped the cotton ball and place you hand in hers until you realized what was happening and you pulled away

"I don't care" she said after the sudden quick step back "Honestly I don't care when it comes to being with you, ever since we met it's just been you on my mind"

from there on you knew he rest would be history

NOW LETS TLAK ABOUT DATING

the Byers family loving to have you over anytime even on school nights

photos! photos! photos!!!

she feels the most purest love with you

#mikewieneraintshit

Angela treating her a little nicer day after day when she's over at your house

meaning she'll stop bothering her at school

your gf has the most thanks to give to you from finally getting Angela off her back to winning the most fantastic, affectionate, loving, kind, charming, cool, stunning, humbled, sexy, hilarious girlfriend of all time

you make her feel all mushy whenever you guys kiss

wishing hopper and everyone in Hawkins would meet you

teaching her how to cook and bake

y/n shrine in her room

stick drawings of you both with everyday accessories and hearts around with blushing cheeks is a must 24/7

thinking about a future with you

if eleven gets something from the store she's getting one for y/n you best believe that mate

[stargazer-balladeer]

Random Imagines [Genshin Impact - girls]

[ boy edition ]

- qiqi’s, klee’s & diona’s are all platonic

nervously shifting her legs on the ground, amber shyly presents you a plushie version of yourself that looks similar to the design of baron bunny. she bit her lower lip in pure nervousness as she imagines worst-case scenarios if you didn’t like it. gulping mentally, she nervously smiles as she takes a peek of your expression before looking down again. “happy anniversary.” she quietly said, hoping to herself that you’ll like the gift and that her mind finally calms down.

ayaka smiles as she takes a sip of her tea right outside her house with her beloved by her side, the sakura tree’s petals fluttering around them wonderfully, making the atmosphere more romantic. it's been a while since she last spent her time with you, so she makes sure that it’s spent with zero interruptions. turning to you as she started the conversation with a sweet, serene smile on her face. listening to you starting to ramble on about a topic that interests you, with a look of admiration present in her face.

feeling thankful that you saved her from the crowd of fans, barbara guided you to a secluded area where she often visited to have peace and quiet. she lets you rest your head on her lap as she softly hums a tune, which slowly switches to an actual song. a concert exclusively for her biggest fan with no worries of being judged. smiling if you join in on her singing, even if your voice isn’t as good as hers, she considers your voice divine like the anemo archon.

laughing lightly as she noticed her significant other getting tipsy after drinking a bottle, beidou stood up and announced that she and her lover would be going back to the quarters early. as the celebration continued behind her, she carefully picked you up bridal style and brought you to her quarters. her eyes widened when you started to ramble how much you love her before letting out a small smile and ruffling your hair, minding her own flushed cheeks. 

diona hisses at the stranger who was obviously taking advantage of your kindness while screaming how disgraceful they are for trying to use you. wanting to teach them a lesson, she takes a step forward but you stopped her with a reassuring smile. huffing but obliging to your wishes, she only glared at the stranger, mentally memorizing their faces so that when they visit the bar, she would ask the traveler to mix up a horrible drink. after all, no one messes with you and gets away from it. 

her eyes widened as she saw how you got hit from the active ruin guard, with eyes full of vengeance, eula gracefully yet deadly strike it on the core, effectively making it inactive once more. quickly rushing to your side as she eyed the obvious injury that the ruin guard caused, she cursed to herself for letting it happen. she quickly tended your wounds as she said her usual line of vengeance will be mine while coaxing you to not fall asleep. 

fischl excitedly retells the stories she loved to you while being held by you in the bed after a tough day full of commissions. her prinzessin persona dropped completely as she started from the very beginning while playing with your hands. a soft smile present on her face, happy to share something she loved to you, her significant other. 

embarrassed at your request, ganyu shyly looks away while looking down, fully presenting you her horns. a pink dust appeared on her cheeks when she felt your hand softly yet carefully trace the design of her horns. the warmth of your hands against her horns made her at peace as the initial embarrassment went away, replacing it with comfort and tranquility.

smiling mischievously as her eyes landed on your unsuspecting figure, hu tao carefully and quietly navigate herself to you. she tries to conceal her excited giggles behind her hand as she crept up behind you. she stayed there for a while before quickly wrapping her hands around your waist and shouting “boo!” in your ear while giggling madly.

waking up at the sound of the birds chirping, jean slowly opens her eyes as she yawns. she blinked a couple of times to get the sleepiness out, once her vision was clear, her eyes quickly landed on your still-sleeping figure. she smiles as she brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, softly calling your name in hopes to wake you up. hearing you groan in protest, she pressed a quick kiss on your lips, promising to give you more if you wake up right now.

keqing huffing as she loudly makes her side of the argument, her face almost turning red due to the anger she’s feeling. she knew she was right, so why were you insisting you were the one right and she was in the wrong? not wanting to back out from the argument, she accidentally says something she regrets. after the adrenaline of the argument evaporates from her veins, she quickly realizes what she said as she quickly pulls you into a hug while quietly apologizing.

whilst keeping her company while in solitary confinement, klee happily hums a tune she heard from barbara as she draws on a piece of paper you gave her along with some crayons. patting her head while she does her task, she looks up to you expectantly with her huge doe eyes, showing you what she drew. guessing from the color schemes of the two figures, you figured it was you and klee. happily praising her with her drawing, she excitedly grins at you. 

the fatui agent screamed in terror as a cryo attack hit him, hitting him square on the chest. shouting profanities, he looks at who attacked him to give them a piece of his mind only to fear his own life. standing right behind you, in all her glory, was la signora, otherwise known as your lover. she clicks her tongue, staring at the agent with judgement, before turning her attention to you. cooing sweetly at you as she checks for any possible injuries before telling you to stay in her quarters as she deals with a pest. 

lisa blinkes in surprise at the scenery before her, the library now deserted from people is decorated with a festive decoration. the table she used to have her tea time with is filled with food, from cakes to cookies, it even has her favorite tea among it. the scent of her favorite filled her nostrils as her eyes landed back on your figure, who was fidgeting from nervousness. laughing softly when asked if she likes it, she coos at you and brings you into a hug. you really are adorable, too much for her heart. 

her eyes widened when the door leading to her room opened, lumine looked up to see you in the doorway, the light from the outside pouring in the dark room. she looks away while blinking away the tears gathered in her eyes, why did you have to see her like this? hearing the soft thud of a closing door, she felt the bed shifted and warm arms wrapping around her. your hot breath in her eyes as you whisper comforting words in her ears. deciding to finally drop her guard down, she clings to you and starts bawling. why did her brother leave her once again?

surprised at your question of your future, mona coughs in her fist as she decides to fulfill your curiosity, also with a promise of giving her mora even though she declined it at first. she let the chart of the astrology signs appear before her and started doing her fortune-telling stuff. seeing her nod as she stares at the constellation of what appears to be yours, you noticed that her face bursted into red. worried for her, you asked her what’s wrong and she could barely put out a coherent word from her mouth. she huffed as she looks away, hiding you from her view via her hat, her mind racing at the image of you settling down with her. 

ningguang confronts you one day about your distant behavior with her, her eyes scanning your body, picking up your nervous tics along the way. she tilts her head as she looks at you with expecting eyes, even though her face remains stoic, her eyes are practically pleading for you to tell her what happened, did she do something wrong? sighing at your explanation, she stood up from her chair and made her way to you. pulling you into a chaste kiss, she smiled at you, reassuring you that everything would be okay.

gently waking you up from your nap, the face of a worried noelle appeared after you opened your eyes. smiling gently at you while stating that she finished preparing the soup and medicine and it’s time to eat. she frowned when you told her you don’t want to eat, to which she responded “you won’t get better if you won’t.” deciding the best option is to feed you, she scoop up a spoonful of soup and encourage you softly to open your mouth. her eyes lit up when you complied with her wish. after feeding you and making you drink the medicine, she changed your wet towel on your head and gave it a kiss, hoping to barbatos that you’ll get better soon. 

qiqi looks up at you expectantly while raising her arms up, asking for you to carry her. because you can’t physically or mentally decline a sweet child like her, you lifted her up like she wanted and adjusted your hold on her so that she wouldn't fall off. wrapping her arms around you and smiling happily, you continued to traverse liyue harbor while carrying her.

watching you in amusement as you struggled to try to get a kiss from her, rosaria chuckled when even if you were standing on your toes, you still couldn’t reach her. seeing you pout at her, she gave your cheek a pinch while cooing at you. after having a deal with you, a kiss in exchange for a wine in the tavern, she gave you your desired kiss after rolling her eyes at your expecting face.  

while looking through her notes, sucrose heard you hum while doing your daily house chores. looking up to peek at where you stood, washing the dishes while swaying slightly and humming a tune. she smiles as her focus soon shifts to listening to you humming instead of focusing on her notes. noticing that the shy girl was looking at you, the said-girl let out a tiny shriek and quickly looked down to her notes. chuckling at her adorable action, you continued to wash the dishes as she went back to her notes. 

xiangling blushed profusely at the sight of you holding out a bouquet of flowers with a bag of jueyun chili on your other hand. she covered her face with her hands, incoherent words leaving her mouth as she tried to process what she’s seeing. you must’ve flustered her too much. chuckling at her reaction, you set down the bag and the bouquet at a table and wrapped your arms around her, patting her head to calm her down. 

excitedly yet nervously strumming her guitar in front of you, xinyan took a deep breath before starting to strum her guitar for real and began singing her heart out. she hopes you’ll like the song she composed, exclusively for you. the one and only fan she has that endlessly supported her through her rockstar career. she smiles at you brightly as she continues to sing, bobbing her head up and down. this is who she is, and she’s glad she found someone like you. 

feeling someone’s disappointing gaze on you, you look up to meet yanfei’s gaze with a frown plastered on her face. drunkenly greeting her, she shakes her head as she exclaimed she’ll be bringing you home now. it was a bit difficult as you kept wanting to wander off but she somehow managed to bring you home in one piece. plopping you down on your couch, she sighs as she mumbles that she became your babysitter and quickly fetches you some water. after some difficult time once again to make you drink water and the ending being successful, she stares at your sleeping face before letting out a sigh once again. why do you keep choosing someone else when she was right here by your side the entire time? 

[wolfie-bee]

Post series finale fic

I wanna date you

Read it on ao3

When they finally leave the wedding venue, it's in the wee hours of the morning. Eliza volunteers to take Esme and Kara's shoulders sag with both relief and weariness as the culmination of weeks of battling Lexly and then wedding planning finally comes to an end.

Lena follows her home, hasn't left her side for too long since their heart to heart earlier that day and Kara breathes a little easier. She's grateful for the warmth of Lena's presence, that it has managed to prevent her from spiralling at the cloying feeling of loneliness threatening to wrench her apart.

It's an unsettling feeling, she knows, because she isn't exactly alone, hasn't been since she was rescued from the Phantom Zone. She has amazing friends, supportive family, parents who aren't dead, a job lined up with Miss Grant if she so desires. But the feeling had persisted, even after she'd admitted it to Alex, even after she'd set it aside to enjoy her sister's big day.

There's a pinch of fear clinging to her insides, telling her that she'll never find her person but it quiets under Lena's patient smile and Lena's blue green eyes. It's an unspoken arrangement by now for them to separate once in the loft, one heading into the bedroom to gather clothes and the other to the kitchen for a late snack.

They meet in the bathroom to brush their teeth, a companionable silence that both enjoy as their eyes meet in the mirror and Lena makes a funny face. Contentment blooms warm in Kara's chest and she nudges Lena with a shoulder and forgets the unsettling feeling of loneliness. Because this is familiar, this is something they've been doing for a while now and Kara allows herself to breathe a sigh of relief.

In the bedroom, she throws on a white shirt and a pair of shorts, slipping into bed to wait for Lena as she listens to the spray of water hitting the bathroom tiles. The soft hum of one of Taylor Swift's more romantic ballads filtering through the speakers of someone's radio a few floors above fills Kara's ears and she smiles, closes her eyes as a buzzing warmth paints her skin.

She doesn't allow herself to fall asleep, can't unless Lena's there so she waits until her sensitive ears detect the water being turned off. Lena pads into the room a few minutes later, freshly showered and this is all routine by now but the breath abruptly pushes from Kara's lungs when she notices that Lena's wearing her NCU sweatshirt - Kara's NCU sweatshirt.

She abruptly recalls Lena's wedding outfit, the soft sounds only audible to her when the lace had shifted across Lena's skin and her eyes had gotten stuck on that obscene plunging neckline. She'd been trying and failing all day to keep her eyes from wandering. Lena’s beautiful, and Kara had been wrestling with the urge to tell her as much, struggling with the words that got stuck behind her tongue for some reason.

And now here she is again.

Kara's eyes snag on the grey sweatshirt, tracking the way it falls over Lena, covering her tiny frame so thoroughly that her fingers are barely peeking out from the sleeves. It's adorable, so adorable that Kara's heart flutters at the sight. She looks so soft like this, with Kara's sweatshirt just on the side of a little too big and Kara's eyes track the length of it to where it ends and oh, she isn't wearing shorts. Smooth pale thighs begin right where the shirt ends and Kara's fingers clench in the duvet.

Her cheeks redden, heartbeat loud in her ears as she struggles with the emotions that have plagued her all day.

Lena is so beautiful. 

It's something she's always been aware of, but seeing her like this, hair freshly washed and drying in messy ringlets around her shoulders, face scrubbed bare and the rich scent of jasmine body wash clinging to her skin makes Kara's breath hitch.

Has she always looked like this? Was this what James had gotten to see when they were dating? That mental image instantly draws a frown to Kara's face and something a bit primal and ugly rises in her throat and locks behind her teeth. Guilt gnaws at her insides, warring with her conflicting feelings on the matter.

James had been trying to get Lena's attention at the wedding, had made it abundantly clear that he was interested in getting back together. But Lena hadn't given him an answer. Instead, she'd raised an eyebrow at his request and Kara had felt herself tense when they'd locked eyes across the table. Lena had prolonged the wait by taking a sip of her champagne but before she could answer James outright, she'd been pulled away by the brides for a secret request. 

At the time, Kara had merely patted her friend on the shoulder in consolation and hauled him over to the food table. They'd all spent the rest of the time reminiscing with the group until everyone had started to leave. James had spent the rest of the time with his eyes glued to Lena but there hadn't been another conversation about it, none that Kara had heard anyway.

Not that she was listening out for it, that would be a direct invasion of her friends' privacy. And they deserved to be happy, they both did. Lena deserved to find someone that makes her happy. But was that person James? Kara's jaw tenses, fingers tightening in the duvet and she has to consciously relax them again one by one. 

She hates the thought of them together, she realizes with a start and her brain scrambles to find the reason why as Lena rounds the bed, completing her nightly routine of looking over her itinerary for the next day, slipping her phone onto the nightstand and then clipping it into its charger.

Kara doesn't have much time to think because then the bed dips and Lena's in her arms, soft and warm and nudging her cold nose against the sensitive skin of Kara's neck. The melancholy pressing in tight against her chest loosens and Kara softens beneath her touch as Lena's warm body presses along the length of her.

The thoughts of Lena and James flutter away into the ether as Lena's gentle breathing and fluttering heartbeat fills her ear and her warm palm splays across Kara's abdomen, drawing a shiver from the super. This is also normal, she supposes, they've done this so many times now she's lost count, but her reaction confuses her.

She twists so that she's on her side and Lena slides in closer, tucks her head beneath Kara's chin, so tiny and so warm. Kara's heart inflates with fondness for this woman. She dips forward, presses her lips to Lena's forehead, revelling in the fruity shampoo scent that clings to her hair. The smile that curves Lena's pretty lips is distracting, Kara gets stuck on it as Lena raises her head and their eyes meet.

Lena's eyes are a little hazy from the alcohol she and Nia had been steadily consuming until Brainy and Kara had cut them off.  She tilts her head, and those seafoam eyes soften and Kara's heart flutters.

They've been doing this a lot lately, this silence, observing the other. Kara supposes that it comes with this new territory, of allowing the other to see the vulnerable parts of them.

But Kara's eyes dip, gets stuck on the sweatshirt, on the way it hugs Lena's chest and leaves her legs exposed and her heart clatters it's approval. Lena's expression turns coy and her shin rubs against Kara's and the sensation draws a shuddering breath from Kara's lips - that's never really happened before.

Kara frowns.

Lena's all warm and snug and tangled up in Kara's arms, legs pressing against Kara's and this is normal. Lena's also wearing Kara's clothes without asking Kara and this is decidedly not normal. But friends share clothes...right? So why is Kara short circuiting over the fact?

"Penny for your thoughts?" Lena says, and the crinkle on Kara's forehead smoothens beneath the pad of her thumb.

There's the hint of a smile on her lips and those green eyes glitter with warmth and she looks so good wearing Kara's clothes. 

"That's my sweatshirt." Kara blinks, not subtle with the way her hand tangles in the fabric at Lena's lower back.

Lena makes a sound in the back of her throat as her lips part. Kara tugs at the sweatshirt and Lena presses in closer so that they're chest to chest.

"Very astute, darling." She answers, and Kara's mind takes her back to the very last time she herself had worn someone else's clothes. 

They'd been dating. She'd worn it because it smelt like them. Her brows furrow and something niggles at her mind, something she can't quite articulate because the words feel just slightly out of reach, like a picture struggling to focus. 

"Why?"

Lena raises an eyebrow, the hand splayed across Kara's abdomen almost making her lose her train of thought as it traces the ridges of her ab muscles.

"Why am I wearing your clothes?" She asks airily and Kara nods, traps her lower lip between her teeth. Lena’s eyes drift to her mouth and she answers Kara while staring at her lips. "Because it looked comfortable and soft and," Lena pauses, let's out a breath. "It smells just like you."

"Oh." Kara says. Her mouth feels dry. Lena likes her sweatshirt because it...smells like her?

Lena hums, tilts her head so that their eyes meet as a smile parts her pretty lips. 

"I can go change?" She suggests, and the hand on Kara's abs stops tracing patterns there. "Or I could just take it off?" She says, with a coy tap of her finger to her lower lip. "I must warn you though that I'm not wearing a bra."

Kara's breath catches, the mental image almost too much for her to handle and Lena laughs like she knows, knows something that Kara doesn't.

A short silence falls over them after that admission, Kara's heart an anxious crescendo that Lena's echoes. She's still smiling, just a quirk to the corners of her mouth, but she looks so pretty and Kara's gaze gets trapped there, hasn't moved for longer than what can be classified as strictly platonic.

She doesn't want Lena to change the shirt and she says as much, earning her a brighter smile that Kara revels in causing.

Kara reaches out to her, touches Lena's cheek and Lena leans readily into the warmth of her palm as Kara's thumb glides across her lower lip. There's an urge to kiss her best friend, Kara realizes, an urge that she doesn't want to fight. They're close, so close that Kara can't tell where she stops and Lena begins and the friction of Lena's leg gliding against hers isn't helping the mental fog clogging up her thoughts.

"Are we dating?" The words escape Kara in a rush, formulating in a jumble of thoughts that Kara can barely grasp on to as Lena's shin stops its ascent on her leg.

Their eyes meet and hold, and Lena goes completely still. Kara finds it a bit difficult to breathe. The noises in the city are a dull hum in her ears, the Taylor Swift song mid replay but Kara's heart is beating in overtime for some reason, drowning them all out.

Lena lets out a breath but her expression remains otherwise inscrutable. And the silence becomes too much for Kara to handle, so she rambles.

"I - I just thought that, well,  you're always here," she starts, rushing to correct her sentence when Lena tenses further in her arms, "I mean that we live together now, don't we? Your underwear lives next to mine," a red flush stains her cheeks but she barrels on, "a-and shouldn't we talk - about that?  Because James asked you out and," she shakes her head, fingers clenching against the sweatshirt as she swallows against her bone dry throat, "the point is that you have clothes here but you're wearing mine and I just, I -"

Kara's words ground to a halt when Lena presses a warm palm over her racing heart.

"Breathe, Kara." She says, and there's amusement in the twinkle of the blue green layers of her eyes. Kara takes in an exaggerated gulp of air, lets it out with a whoosh of cold air that raises goosebumps along Lena's pale skin. "Sorry." She apologises, sheepish, tugging Lena closer.

That draws a chuckle from Lena's lips and Kara smiles when she snuggles into her embrace. Kara's hands move along the planes of Lena's lower back and along her arms, bringing back the warmth to her skin and Lena hums in contentment, drawing back a little so that their eyes meet.

"I've been purposefully leaving my things here." She admits, drawing her lower lip between her teeth.

Kara hums, eyes distractedly following the action. "I've noticed."

Lena chuckles, tilts her head, fond. "It's easier getting ready from your apartment, convenient in the way that we can both get to the Tower, together."

"Oh, of course," Kara nods sagely, a silly smile tugging at the corners of her lips, "because portal watches and superspeed just aren't as efficient."

Lena ducks her head as a pretty blush warms her cheeks and Kara chuckles. Her heart can't possibly expand anymore with the adoration burning brightly in her chest.

Her hands slide up Lena's back, one slipping at the base of Lena's neck and into silky dark hair. Lena returns to nibbling on her lower lip, let's it go when she feels brave enough to return Kara's gaze.

"You gave me a key," She points out and now it's Kara's turn to blush, feels it stain her cheeks as she recalls slipping the key into Lena's palm the day she came back to National City. Back to Kara. And then this thing had started, this unspoken thing where they live together and eat all of their meals together and sleep in Kara's bed.

But they've never talked about it. Never talked about the fact that Lena had been staying in Kara's apartment when she was stuck in the Phantom Zone. There were just too many distractions, between Nyxly and then the wedding and now Kara's realizing that she's kinda been dating her best friend and she's just a little bit overwhelmed.

"I…" Lena starts, takes a breath as her eyes soften. "I stayed because I couldn't go home, I couldn't face my apartment knowing that you weren't there."

"Lena." Kara says and Lena shrugs.

"It was easier, being around your things when you were gone." Her lips twist, eyes tracing over Kara's features, soft, reverant. "Everything here still smelled like you."

"I'm glad you're here." Kara says, throat bobbing as she swallows. "I don't want you to leave."

The truth passes easy from her lips, like light dawning in the darkness. Because Lena's the one who has seen every part of her, knows every part of her and she's still here. She hasn't left Kara.

"I hope you're sure about that." Lena takes a breath, a wobbly smile curling at the corner of her lips, glassy eyes shining with adoration. "Because I was ready to let this city go to ruin on the off chance that I could get you back from the Phantom Zone sooner."

"Lena." Kara's voice breaks on the word and Lena smiles, the tears in her eyes tracking down her face.

Kara thumbs them away, heart full as Lena ducks her head.

"I can't exist without you, Kara." She says, a self deprecating smile curling at her lips. "And I won't apologize for that."

Kara's heart shakes, hands framing Lena's face as she finally looks back up at Kara.

"So, to answer your question -"

Kara rises, drawn to Lena, not needing a verbal confirmation as she moves in to press their lips together. And oh, she's soft, so soft, the seam of her pink lips fitting so nicely against Kara's. The kiss is timid, just a faint brush of lips that silences Lena's words against Kara's mouth. But then Lena melts against her, returning her kiss and it shifts, turns from soft and coy to warm and heavy and languid.

Kara takes her time, frames Lena's face between her hands, thumbs sweeping over the apple of her cheeks and can't believe she's never thought to do this before. Lena makes a sound in the back of her throat when Kara licks into her mouth and her fingers bunch in Kara's shirt as she tugs Kara closer. Lena's already leaning so much into her that she's practically on top of her and Kara uses her leg to hook around Lena's hips and twist so that she's beneath Kara.

Their lips disconnect briefly in their new position as Lena's head hits the pillows below, dark silky hair splaying like a dark halo beneath her. And Kara's brain short circuits for a different reason. The sweatshirt has ridden up a little, fully exposing Lena's thighs and Kara's hands itch with the desire to touch.

But then Lena's angling their mouths together again and Kara's lost in the sensations, in the warm wet heat of Lena's mouth and the sounds she makes when Kara's wandering hands grip the sweatshirt, bunching it on Lena's belly.  

Kara's extra careful not to rip it apart, likes the way Lena arches against her when she tugs at it. And she's kissing her best friend, her best friend who's wearing Kara's sweatshirt, the sweatshirt that looks so good on Lena that Kara's fully debating giving it to her.

She whines at her own thoughts, hands slipping beneath the soft material to touch warm skin and Lena shivers at the contact, breaking away from Kara's lips.

Her cheeks are stained a blotchy red and Kara tugs on the sweatshirt again, revealing the flush that extends down the slope of Lena's neck. Lena's eyes are still hazy but they're so achingly beautiful and Kara's eyes are drawn to her mouth when she nibbles on her lower lip.

"I've been flirting with you for years." Lena says, breathless, a chuckle falling from her pretty lips when Kara's eyes widen. Rao,  Kara wants to kiss her again. "But this is what does it for you huh? Me wearing your clothes?"

Kara blushes, hides her face against Lena's shoulder, tugging at the sweatshirt as her thumbs dip beneath to touch warm pale skin. Lena's breath hitches. 

"You look really good." Kara admits in a breathless whisper. "So good in my clothes."

"Mm, do I get to keep it?" Lena grins, and Kara's heart swells when she rises to press a kiss to Kara's jaw. "I've never really felt the need to steal clothes from anyone before."

"You never took any clothes from James?"

Lena frowns, replies with a simple no that shouldn't make Kara feel as giddy as she does.

"I don't like the thought of you dating him," Kara admits, eyes stuck on the pale skin revealed from where her hands had bunched in the fabric at Lena's sides. Her cheeks warm at the words that had been rattling around in her head but the truth of it is a weight off her chest. "I never have."

Lena raises an eyebrow, wraps her arms around Kara's neck and pulls her in closer so that their noses brush. 

"I never liked the thought of you dating Mon-El."

And oh, that was a really long time ago, and they should talk about this, but the words are breathed against Kara's lips and then they're kissing again, slow and unhurried. Kara's never felt like this before, is a bit overwhelmed by how much she wants Lena as she licks into Lena's mouth, drawing her into the throes of a filthy kiss.

Lena moans, a sound that brands itself like heat across Kara's abdomen and her hands push their way beneath the shirt and settle along the curve or her ribcage.

Kara lets out a breath, fingers gliding up warm pale skin. 

"I wanna date you."

Lena's arms tighten as their eyes meet, cheeks pink and lips kiss bruised and so tempting. Kara can't breathe. 

"Darling, you already are."

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

You always get what you want

Warning: 18+

Have fun babies! ;)

Part 2

Part 3 

Part 4

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You had been walking around the castle uncomfortably all day, stumbling in the hallways, clenching your legs together before regretting that move immediately and spreading your thighs apart again, all the while your boyfriend Sirius grinning at you, obviously content with your squirming. Nobody would suspect that you had a pussy plug lodged deep inside of your cum filled cunt, because Sirius is a kinky bastard like that. And a fucking tease, because that fucking toy is rubbing at your spot every chance it gets. Why had you agreed to doing this again? Ah yes, he is way too adorable to say no to. Do you regret it? Every. Damn. Time.

Right now you are in your potions class in the back of the room, your desk right next to Remus‘. He had watched you sit restlessly in your seat for nearly thirty minutes and tried to capture your eyes with his, but you were way to concentrated not to cum, to look in his direction. Finally you found a position that didn’t rub the pussy plug against all the pleasureable spots in your cunt and threw a quick glance in his direction. He was already watching you with confusion and a little concern, mouthing a „What the hell is up with you today“, making your cheeks heat up and you promptly look away again. It‘s not like you‘re gonna look at him and say „Hey Remmy, your stupid best friend fucked me silly all night long and wanted me to walk around with his cum in my pussy and now that pussy plug is rubbing against my clit. You wanna help maybe?“

Wait. What was that last part. You took a sharp breath. Fuck, that wasn‘t planed. You squeezed your eyes shut so hard you saw whole planets, no galaxies behind your lids and pressed your thighs together. Shit shit shit mental images of Remus‘ strong, veiny hands. His long thick fingers deep inside of your pussy, pushing out Sirius‘ cum. His other hand on your swollen clit, making you cum over and over again and fuc-

You must have made a noise, because suddenly everybody turned around to look at you. Fuck play it cool. You started coughing and squeaked out a I need to see the healer before you slid out of your seat and raced out of the classroom, ignoring Remus‘ concerned gaze. Fuck the plug was rubbing against you clit even more and after you shut the door you collapsed againt the brick wall, leaning your forehead against the cool surface and tried to calm the ache in your needy, wet, cum filled pussy. Fuck me.

After a few minutes of deep breaths and motivational monologues of how you‘re not gonna cum in the deserted hallways of Hogwarts, you decided to just go to the boys room and wait for Sirius there. You still need to fucking cum. You were in such a haste, that you forgot your bag in classroom, but didn‘t bother going back. Remus would bring it.

You had been laying down for some time now. Sirius should be back any minute now from his transfiguration class with James. Peter and Remus had plans for after class and James wanted to go bother Lily. You snorted at that, James that persistent prat. Everyone would be gone so you and Sirius would have the room to yourselves for at least two hours. All lot can be done in two hours, especially between the both of you. He’ll probably wear you out with overstimulation and plug you up again. No, you thought, if he wants to plug me up again, I’m gonna fucking peg him until he can’t walk anymore. You smiled at the thought, it wasn’t such a bad idea after all and Sirius would definitely give it a go. You were laying on your belly, one leg pushed up with your head resting on your arms. Sirius would clearly be able to see your pussy and finally fuck you. You didn‘t even bother to turn around when you heard the door open and shut closed again. Two bags were thrown on the floor. Yours and ..?

„Are you alright?“

Fuck its not Sirius and half of your bare ass is showing. You shot up into an upright position, face already flushing with embarrassment because Remus just saw your bare ass and oh my god you just want to dissolve. Evaporate. Anything. Oh and your pussy did absolutely not just clench when you heard that deep, smooth voice.

You gasped and rushed a „Oh my god, Remus! Uh, yes, yeah I‘m alright, my stomach just felt a little off I guess. Where‘s Sirius, he wanted to meet me here?“

Where the fuck is your boyfriend when you need him for once. You are gonna die if you don‘t cum soon. Why the hell is Remus here, didn‘t he have plans with Peter?

He regarded you with an intensity that you weren‘t used to, not from him, and spoke lowly, „James and he wanted to practice a bit for the upcoming Quidditch game. He told me to tell you when I met him in the common room.“ He was stepping closer while he talked and towered over your body, giving you a slow one-over that had you stuttering.

„Oh, um okay. I‘ll just go then, thank you for bringing my bag.“

„No, sit down darling. Are you sure that you‘re alright love? You look flushed. Here drink something.“

Your pussy clenched at his caring tone, your mind already slipping into your usual submissive headspace and you sat down, hands playing with your short skirt. He retrieved his water bottle from his bag and opened the cap, pressing the cool opening against you lips. You drank slowly, eyes looking into his, but he was to busy analyzing every detail of your face, eyes glazed over, sharp teeth chewing on his lower lip. He crouched infront of you and fuck even in that position his face is level with yours. He must have noticed too.

„Mm, I never noticed how small you are compared to me pup. C‘mon tell me why you have been squirmy all day, hm darling?“ His voice is so deep and soft and his bright, intelligent eyes are looking at you. You moved your head away from the bottle, a trail of water running down the corner of your glistening lips. His eyes never left that spot, only after you wiped the water away with the sleeves of your thin sweater.

„Jus‘ a little tired, s‘all.“

His eyes flashed devilishly and his lips twitched upwards. „Is that why you are walking all weird?“

Shit

„What? No, I‘m fine Rem, I don‘t know what you-“

„It‘s because Sirus fucked you sore all night isn‘t it? Fucked you until you couldn‘t cum anymore, fucked you so deep and hard that your pretty pussy got all sore? Glistening with your cum? Hm? Pup, look at me. C‘mon be a good girl f‘me.“ His tone was soft and nearly endearing, but god his words did something to you. Your legs clenched and your small hands gripped the fabric of your skirt tighter.

You look at him breathing heavily.

„Good puppy. Want to show Remmy your achy pussy, hm? Want me to make the belly ache go away?“

Fuck yes you wanted that. You wanted it so bad, it physically hurt. You were in so deep, you would do anything he asked of you.

„But Siri-“

Hands grabbed your jaw, caressing gently, pulling your face closed to his. Your nose is touching his, his body so close as he was crouching between your thighs.

„S’not my name pretty girl. Now do you wanna show me your pretty pussy? If not, I will stop and we will never talk about this again love, promise m‘not gonna be mad.“ The way he switched from his strict dom tone to the caring Remmy you knew for so long made you want him even more. And you always got what you wanted.

„Yes, Remus. I want this, I want you.“

He released you but stayed put between your legs.

„Go on, spread your legs wide open. I want to see you. Maybe I‘ll even touch your needy cunt.“ He pushed your legs up slightly, before pushing the sleeves of his jumper up, revealing veiny, muscular forearms. The scars on his callous skin made him more attractive and you ached to feel his skin on your own. Resting his arms on his crouched legs, he licked his lips slowly, looking at you expectantly. He didn‘t rush, letting you set the pace.

You leaned back against your elbows and spread your legs slowly, feeling the toy between your legs rub against your cum covered, sensitive walls. Your legs were pulled towards your body, knees apart and Remus took a sharp breath.

„Fuck, you are a naughty slut aren‘t you pup. Is this why you’re walk around like a new born deer? Because Sirius plugged you up?“ His fingers moved up to trail your fluttering pussy lips with his fingers. You gave a silent gasp, knees drawing together to trap his hand. His other hand pulled them apart pressing into your hip to keep you from moving. His hand pushed the toy in and out of your wet cunt and his face came closer to your bare pussy, breathing in deeply.

„Mmm, I can smell you both on your needy cunt. Let me have a taste darling, please?“

How could you say no to that soft smile and delicious plead?

„Remmy please help me, please touch me, please it hurts“

That was all the encouragement he needed, before he leaned in and smeared his nose on your swollen clit, eyes on yours to gauge your reaction. You moaned loudly, hands grasping at the bedsheets. One hand held you down by your belly, stroking the soft skin there and the other continued to play slowly with the toy. His tongue gave your clit little kitten licks, teasing you in slow circles. Suddenly he withdrew the pussy plug, making you gasp sharply at the sensation of Sirius‘ cum leaking out of your sore hole. He was kneeling now, face close to your clenching cunt, hot breath against your glistening skin. All of his patience gone, he licked a broad stripe from your asshole to your clit over and over again, strong hands on your belly keeping you pressed down into his mattress. Your hands grasped at his hands, intertwining them and you let out a loud moan, hips bucking against his face. He gripped your hands tight, his nose dragged against your clit in a fast pace, skilled tongue lapping up Sirius‘ cum that kept leaking out. He is sucking and licking at your pussy, growling lowly at the back of his throat, obviously delighted by the wonderful taste that was you and Sirius.

„There is more in your slutty cunt, isn‘t there puppy? Oi, look at me! There is more isn‘t there you slut, fuck, keep squeezing my fingers baby yes, c‘mon push out your boyfriends cum f‘me“

Your moans are getting louder and louder, hips dragging on his face in quick thrusts, basking in the vibrations of his voice against your clenching pussy lips. He took his fingers out, replacing them with his mouth sucking and licking at your pussy until every bit of cum vanished. He is a messy pleaser, not caring that his face is covered in your juices, hands squeezing yours to encourage you to ride his face. The knot in your stomach was building up and just as you were about to cum, he stopped.

„You taste so good baby, you are so good f’me. So good for your Remmy.“, he drawled smiling at you from between your spread thighs. Remus stood up and hooked his hands under your armpits, flipping your body on your belly.

„On your knees pretty girl“

You obeyed, pulling your knees up and pushing your ass towards him, arching your back as low as possible. Believe it or not, Sirius had taught you that. Your boyfriend is quite flexible, when he wants to be. You thought that he‘d continue fingering you, but the taller boy had other plans. Dirtier and more devilish than you could have imagined. He leaned down. Draping himself across your back, his clothed chest against your clothed back, easily engulfing your smaller body with his and pressed his lips on your ear. Somehow the fact that you were still dressed made everything better. You felt like a sexy vixen with only your school skirt flipped over, showing your privates.

„You little slut, did you enjoy walking around with cum in your pussy? Hm? Does that make you hot? I bet you wouldn‘t care who it belongs to. Now I‘m gonna fuck my cum deep into your little pussy and you are going to take all of it, you hear me? Then I‘m going to plug you up nice n‘ full.“

„Fuck me Remus please, gimme your cum, please make me cum“

You were so desperate your didn‘t even know if you wanted to cum first or make him cum. You only knew that you needed cock and if it was Remus who made you orgasm, you would gladly let him.

„Dirty whore, letting your boyfriends best mate suck on your pretty pussy. Letting him fill you up nice n‘ full. Bet Sirius won‘t even notice, but you will know. When he takes out your pussy plug and you see my cum leak out of your pussy, will that make you wet puppy? Will you tell him it‘s my cum he is licking out of your dirty pussy hmm?“

You could only whimper at that, so deep in your lusty haze that you didn‘t care about Sirius right now. Rubbing your ass against his hard cock you whined.

„Please, god, please Remmy“

His cock was dragging up and down, leaking little beads of precum, rubbing against you clit. He positioned his cock at your hole and slowly pushed in, nice enough to give you a few moments to get used to the stretch of your pussy. Slowly he fucked you deep, the veins on his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls. He went faster when you started moaning and clenching around him, desperate for release that‘s been building up in your belly the entire day. He is fucking you in a punishing pace, one hand on your hip pulling you to meet his thrusts and the other at the back of your head, pushing your head onto his pillows, that smelled just like him and made you even wetter.

„Mmmhh, ah, fuck yes that‘s it puppy, fuck, squeeze my cock, oh, good girl.“

„Remmy, Remmy, m‘gonna cum, god please“

You are sobbing and whimpering against his hold, grinding your hips against his, hoping to get some friction against your clit.

„S‘not enough Remmy, more-“

He stopped, breathing heavy.

„Not enough?“ His voice dangerously low, angry. Hands gripping tighter, no doubt leaving bruised behind. He pulled his hard, leaking cock out of your cunt, your pussy clenching around nothing, missing the delicious hardness. You let out a broken sob, fingers gripping his arms trying to pull him back. Gripping your hair he turned you around, sitting on the edge of his bed with his feet planted firmly on the floor and pulled you onto his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms snaking around his neck, gripping the locks on the back of his head. His cock trapped between you two, he made no move to fuck you. His hands took their time taking off your sweater and bra.

„Obviously Sirius has been spoiling you too much. I don’t like my sluts greedy, darling. So sit still and don’t make a noise.“

His soft lips kissed your forhead, cheeks, jaw and moved towards your neck sucking softly, sharp teeth teasing the skin behind your ears. He blew at the trail of spit, attaching his lips on the soft skin of your breasts, licking the skin. He caught your nipple in his mouth licking it with his tongue, sucking hard. You clamped your mouth shut, pussy clenching and leaking on his thighs making him smile against your breast, looking up at you with amusement in his pretty eyes. That sight alone made you nearly lose control and you bit your lip drawing blood. He stopped tormenting your nipples, both of your tits bruised and swollen red. His thumb caught the bead of blood from your bottom lips and he made you suck on his finger, enjoying the way your tongue curled around it and steadily fucked your mouth with his finger.

„You take what I give understood?“

„Yes, Remmy.“

Thrusting his cock inside of your tight walls again he pushed his forehead against yours and fucking you even harder than before.

„You dumb slut, spreading your legs for others and then having the audacity to tell me s‘not enough?“ His hand went to your clit, rough pad of his thumb rubbing against it, other hand squeezing at your cheeks, your mouth falling open. „You are just a dumb puppy wanting to be fucked, aren‘t you? Is that why you laid down on my bed and not your boyfriends? With your ass hanging out? You cute little pussy begging to be filled? Hm?“

You had been so needy, you didn‘t even notice it was Remus‘ bed you laid down on.

You were screaming now, pleasure raking through your body making you delirious with satisfaction, pussy clenching tight. Your hands yanked at his head, mouth panting into his and he moaned. And fuck if that wasn‘t the most beautiful sight to see. His eyes glazed over, looking at you with such neediness it made you breathless. Made you want to please him. Made you want to be good for him.

„Fuck your pussy is so good, mmm, so tight fuck. Gonna cum soon? You gonna come on Remmy‘s cock?“

You voice hoarse, whining a „Yes Remmy“, holding onto both of his wrists, blunt nails digging into his skin. You wanted to leave your own scars on him. His pushed his fingers into your mouth pulling out your tongue and spitting on it. „C‘mon swallow, yes, good slut“

He was going so fast you couldn‘t breathe, every thrust of his hips against yours pushing the air out of your lungs and you came. Hard. Your nails digging into his flesh, drawing blood, mouth open to let out a scream, as your pussy squeezed his cock. He didn‘t slow down, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, hand leaving your clit to grip your hips as he chased his own release. His mouth next to your ear, he let out loud moans, not caring that others might hear him. His pace started to stutter and you felt his cock twitch inside of you before he let put a string of fuck fuck yes that‘s it take my cum’s and he came deep inside of your fluttering walls.

He fell backward on the matress, your bare tits pressed against his jumper, his hands holding you down. Slowly he pulled out, careful to not waste any of the cum he fucked into you and removed your legs from around his waist. You rolled on your back, blissed out and closed your eyes, calming your heartrate. He pushed your legs against your chest again, knees spread wide and softly traced his fingers on your twitching pussy.

„Look at your pretty pussy darling, so thristy for my cum. Now now, no pushing you need to keep it inside or Sirius will know. You don‘t want that, do you puppy? Don‘t want Sirius knowing it‘s his best mates cum inside of your pretty pussy?“

He tone was mocking, obviously making fun of the situation that he put you into. Or you put yourself into.

He reached for the plug and brought it up to his lips, keeping his eyes on yours as he smeared to remainders on his mouth. His lips glistening with Sirius‘ and your cum before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. Your first kiss and it was with Sirius’ cum on his lips. You kissed back eagerly. The taste had you melting and now you understood why he nearly licked your pussy dry by trying to catch every bit of the cum inside of you. He kept kissing you, tongue brushing against yours, moaning and panting into your open mouth as his steadily pushed the clean toy in your well fucked hole.

„There, now he won‘t suspect a thing. Replaced all of his seed with my own“

You only looked up at him with lust glazed eyes as his got up and puts his softening cock back in his pants.

„I‘m gonna go and meet with Peter now, you better make yourself look presentable. We‘ll be back soon.“

He was already at the door, totally nonchalant, acting as if it was normal to fuck his best mates girlfriend and plug her up nice and full with his cum.

„Oh and maybe lay on Sirius‘ bed the next time. Unless you want to do this again“

With that he grabbed his bag, closed the door and left you on his bed, thoroughly fucked and full of his cum.

What have I done what have I done what have I done fuck Sirius what if he finds out

You got up and noticed that you really had laid down on the wrong bed. You don‘t know if it was the shock, but you just couldn‘t bring yourself to feel guilty. Remus had been to good of a fuck to feel bad. Maybe Sirius won‘t mind, you thought. He did talk about sharing once, even if it was before we got together. Maybe he‘ll be okay with it?

It wasn‘t that your sex life with Sirius wasn‘t satisfying, Sirius knows his way around sex and ladies, but Sirius would never treat you the way Remus did. He told you once, that he was uncomfortable with degrading you and throwing you around like a ragdoll, completely taking control as Remus had minutes ago. He was way to traumatized with the way his parents had humiliated him, that he couldn‘t do that to you, even if you liked it. Loved it. You could introduce him to the idea through Remus. You could show him that dominance isn‘t something to be scared of. Besides, no straight male would lick his best mates cum out of his girls pussy, so Remus must like Sirius a lot more than he lets on.

You dressed yourself, making sure to look presentable and took your bag, leaving to go find Sirius.

You smiled.

Fuck, you wanted it to happen again. And you always got what you wanted.

[godoflobsters]

The Brothers and Dateables With a Tattoo Artist MC

My own MC was a tattoo artist before she came to the Devildom, so I thought I’d write up some head cannons with a tattoo artist MC.

MC is gender neutral!

Mammon

Nobody can convince me that the “Brothers Under a Pact” squad wouldn't be the first ones to get tattoos from MC, and Mammon would definitely be the first

Definitely likes to brag about it too

Don't remind him that there are countless people in the human realm that you tattooed before him or he will pout

People tend to think that Mammon is cheap and would try to talk you into giving him free or cheap tattoos, but he couldn't stand to be like that towards you especially regarding something that you’re so good at

Our first man works his butt off every time he wants to get some new ink from you

Likes to give you a big ole tip every time

Gets fidgety when he has to sit still for too long so you two have to take breaks often

Prefers small/medium sized tattoos rather than really big ones

One time after he started getting tattoos from you, he was at a modeling gig and they tried to make him cover them up with makeup, he quit and that magazine went bankrupt not too long after...dont fuck with the avatar of greed

Once your shop starts taking off in the Devildom, he and Asmo try to convince you to do a shoot for Majolish(They definitely didn't pull some strings to get Majolish to do a whole segment about you and your business)

Beelzebub

The second brother to get a tattoo from MC

Refuses to get any food related tattoos: he doesn't want to accidentally take a chunk out of himself when he gets blinded by his hunger

This man has a very high pain tolerance and sits like a rock while you're tattooing him and you love him for it

He definitely needs snack breaks during longer sessions though

Has a memorial tattoo for Lillith over his heart that matches with one on Belphie

While making this list I was randomly blessed with the mental image of Beel with abuncha old school American traditional tattoos and you can pry that headcannon from my cold, dead hands

Mammon likes to brag that he has the most tattoos from you, but Beel might give him a run for his money, he doesn't mind Mammon’s bragging most of the time though, so he just lets him believe whatever he wants this time

Simeon

But Simeon has never been all that great at following the rules that they set for him

The first of the dateables to get a tattoo

He wasn't actually planning on getting a tattoo at first, but one day he overheard Luke trying to scold you for all of your tattoos(definitely before the incident with Beel and Lucifer in the underground tomb) and that was the only push he needed to jump on the “tattoos from MC” train

There is a lot of rhetoric in the Celestial Realm about how “Your body is a temple and you should not mark it”

He’s still not willing to stray too far from his roots though, so he’d probably get something with vaguely religious undertones

Absolutely delights in the shocked look on your face and the sheepish questions on whether angels are allowed to do this

Once he’s finally convinced you that you're not damning him to fall by tattooing him, the process goes by very easily

He is very easygoing and open regarding designs and he handles the pain very well

He absolutely loves to show his tattoo off, even when he goes home to the Celestial Realm and receives his reprimands from Michael

Leviathan

The third brother to get a tattoo from MC

Didn't want to get a tattoo at first, all of that physical contact and pain on top of it? No way

But then Mammon, Beel, and even Simeon all got one and he got jealous

You're HIS Henry, why are THEY the ones who get to wear your art? He might’ve been able to deal with his dumb brothers, but SIMEON TOO?

You gotta sit down with him and have a nice long chat about it, making sure this is something that he would actually want to do and not just his envy talking

Spoiler alert: It was definitely just his envy talking

He realises that he is actually oddly attached to the idea of getting a tattoo from you now though, so he comes up with designs and draws them on himself until he is certain that he won't regret it

Would get something tiny and probably gaming related

Definitely very squeamish about the pain aspect but the design that the two of you came up with is very simple and small, so he is able to make it through without fainting

He absolutely loves his new tattoo...but he is never doing that again

Belphegor

Fourth brother to get a tattoo

Has wanted to get one ever since Beel showed him the tattoo he got in memory of Lillith, but things were very...not good...between the two of you at that point

Finally worked up the courage to at least ask if you would be okay with it after the two of you made a pact

Beel, forgetting his super high pain tolerance, told him that it getting a tattoo doesn't hurt at all, so he was in for a big surprise when he went under the needle for the first time

Whiny at first, but he manages to stay very still for you

Has a memorial tattoo for Lilith over his heart that matches with one on Beel

Will definitely start to doze off during long sessions

Convinced Satan to get a matching Anti Lucifer League tattoo with him(definitely doesn't try to convince you to get one too)

Make sure that he does not, under any circumstances, actually fall asleep while you're tattooing him. He did once and he rolled over in his sleep, almost ruining an entire tattoo

Ever since that time, Beel has come with him to his sessions so you could focus on your work and he can focus on keeping Belphie awake

Satan

Gets his tattoo not long after Belphie

One of those people that think every tattoo needs to mean something so he takes forever trying to pick out something that he wants

Would probably get some sort of quote or design inspired by his favorite book, something that really resonated with who he is as a person

Was somehow convinced by Belphie to get an Anti Lucifer League tattoo

Does he regret it whenever he realizes that he now has a portion of his skin dedicated to Lucifer of all people? Possibly, but he definitely won't say anything about it to you

Loves to look at you and just admire your tattoos, asking the stories behind each and every one of them that he can see

He might be a bigger fan of literature than the fine arts, but that doesn't mean that he has any less of an appreciation for your work

Definitely pulls some strings and gets one of his friends who owns an art gallery to display some of your work there

Can set you up with all the connections that you need to make your mark on the Devildom art world

Lucifer

The last of the brothers to get a tattoo

In the beginning he has no intentions of getting a tattoo, he does have alot of respect for your talents and how hard you work for them though

As an art lover and artist himself, he will most certainly commission you from time to time and hang your work in his study

He won't admit it, but seeing your art and thinking of you when he's stressed with work is very soothing

He eventually decides to let you tattoo him only if it’s in a place that is easily covered by his clothes, considering how he dresses that leaves you with pretty much his entire body to work with

Sometimes when he has some time off he will grab a sketchbook and join you if he finds you in the common room working on a design, you share a comfortable silence, with the only sounds be the crackling of the fireplace and the scratching of pencils on paper

The kind of person that wants a tattoo but has no idea what he actually wants, but hes picky as fuck so he will turn down every single idea that you give him for weeks

He is lucky that you love him

Whenever you two talk about placements, if you mention anything on his back to cover up the scars from his wings he will almost back out entirely

Almost

Afew months later he’ll put his pride aside come back, admitting that your ideas would be perfect and that he wants to go through with it

During the session he has way too much pride to admit that he was feeling any pain

That is until you have to start going over the scars

As soon as the needles hit scar tissue he starts to fall apart; tears, shaking, the whole nine yards

It takes you quite a few sessions to finish since he cant handle such long sessions on that portion of his back

The summer after his new back piece is finished, he goes with you and his brothers back to Diavolo’s beach, this time he takes his shirt off in front of everyone for the first time since the fall

He wears your art with such pride that he lets everyone keep the memory, he even lets Asmo keep the pictures he took of all of them up on Devilgram

Diavolo

Wanted to be the first to get a tattoo but Barbatos said no

If you want to continue your career in the Devildom for the duration of your stay, he will buy you a building to work from and any supplies to get started since you had to leave your stuff in the human realm

Diavolo has rooms in the castle filled with the art that he's collected over the years, so when he sees that you're an artist he gets so excited

Before he finally gets tattooed by you, he buys a lot of your artwork and hangs it up around the castle

It takes a few years to propose the idea again to Barbatos in a way that wont make the butler’s hair fall out from stress, but he finally relented under one condition: it has to be in an area that is still hidden while he’s in his demon form

He decides that his legs would be the perfect place to indulge in your artistic talents while also keeping Barbatos’s controlling side at bay

Hes another one that knows he wants a tattoo but no clue what he wants to get

Unlike Lucifer though, he is a true open canvas

He truly adores your art so he wholeheartedly trusts you with his body and knows that he will love anything that you do for him

He knows that this is most likely very nerve wracking for you considering his position so he tries to reassure you and make the process very easy for you

You still put everything into designing him something fit for a king

He’s the type to prefer large pieces that span over entire sections of his body rather than abuncha small/medium sized ones

Another fidgetter, he’s really not all that accustomed to pain so he doesn't have a high tolerance for it

Likes to treat you to dinner at Ristorante Six after each of his sessions

Tips like the absolute king he is, you could probably pay a couple months of rent back at your apartment in the Human Realm just from his tip

Once his tattoo is finally finished and healed, he will find every excuse that he can think of to invite you and the brothers on outings to places where he is free from scrutiny to wear shorts and show off your artwork

Barbatos

The last of all of the boys to get a tattoo

It was a complete shock to everyone when he came to you and asked if he could make an appointment to get tattooed by you

“Everyone” being you, Diavolo, and Lucifer because nobody else knows that it happened and he would like to keep it that way

Another member of the “I’ll get one as long as it’s somewhere nobody will see” club...so basically not his face

Before the two of you get to talking about designs, you expect him to go with something small and simple, maybe an elegant little teapot or something along those lines

Then this man comes to his consultation and throws you for a loop talking about a sleeve

Very picky, he has high standards for himself and what's on his body

Knows exactly what he wants but does his best not to stifle your creativity during the design process

You learn ALOT about just who lurks behind Barbatos’s mild-mannered butler facade during his sessions, he’s surprisingly upfront and honest whenever you have him under the needle

Solomon

Can't get a tattoo

This man has pact marks for 72 demons all over his body, there is simply no more room

Any open space he has is being saved just in case any other demons *cough* Lucifer *cough* ever decide to come around to making a pact

Collects your flash and hangs it up around his room

If you take Diavolo up on his offer to set up a shop in the Devildom, he will make sure to tell all of his pact-mates about you, hype up your work, and get you a lot of business in the door

Sometimes he will commission art from you and use magic to make your art temporarily appear on his skin over the pact marks

Once you become a sorcerer and have a better grasp on your magic, he helps you experiment in creating magical inks and enchanting tattoos

Asmodeus

The only one that actually doesn't want to get a tattoo

He doesnt think that tattoos would fit in very well to the image that he has for himself

And not being able to show off every inch of his beautiful skin while its healing is a no from him

Since he likes to test out his new makeup and skincare products on you, sometimes after he has had his way with your face he will let you draw on him with skin safe markers

would definitely be a wimp about the pain

Will spam pictures to his Devilgram of his fancy new temporary tattoos and you drawing on him

Will definitely try to bring you some of his flings to get his name tattooed on them, you will have to reprimand him every single time and eventually he will stop

If you're not the type to keep up with social media, he’ll offer to keep up a Devilgram account for your shop

If you're ever attempting to draw and you have a very specific pose in your head that you can't find a reference for, he will not hesitate to get up and start posing for you

Luke

He is baby and cant have any tattoos until he's older

His mind frequently bounces back and forth between the whole “your body is a temple” rhetoric that he was taught growing up and “wow that's so cool!”

After Simeon got his tattoo Luke became a lot more enthusiastic and curious about your job though

Will occasionally ask if he can have one of your flash sheets so he can color your pictures

These very often end up on the fridge in Purgatory Hall

Sometimes they even make their way to the fridge in the House of Lamentation too

Will this make the brothers jealous? Yes. Do you care? No.

Luke loves you and looks up to you so much that he goes through a little phase of wanting to copy you, yourself and the entirety of Purgatory Hall can expect loads of temporary marker tattoos