#//( ᯣ _ ᯣ )

[runa-falls]

(ᯣ ⤙ ᯣ)

[ourolite]

oc brainrot — nsfw, fem villain reader x fem hero oc, branding, suggestive undertones, subtle condescending praise.

sum ‘bout this just reminds me of my spider-man: into/across the spider-verse oc — zolene irene, who notoriously goes by “sun-spider” or “solifugae”. perhaps i will continue off that quote in particular to get this off my tits. she’s a spider-woman (ofc) with web shooters that leaves quite the sting once you’ve been inflicted with them. this sting has been utilized for… a few things, truly.

your comment was embittered with a resentful malevolence as you glowered up at the suited woman who was grinning puckishly down at you, her unsynchronized pants overlapping yours during the process. expectedly, the heroic sadist proceeded to seethe through the fabric of your bust area with her incandescent web shooters, prompting more humiliating, muted shrieks from you. instinctively, you would encourage your truculence by attempting to grab her wrist and subdue her actions, though she swiftly bound it with another fiery web, earning more loud, pitchy groans from you. you could be pinned down by anyone else, but her?

“na, i jus kinda have a bad memory when it come to my fans. this here helps me ‘member who i fucked up, ya know?” the haughty spider-woman would comment while leaning closer to your face, feeling rather accomplished as she spots tears welling up in your prepossessing gaze. she paused the branding process to coo another muttered comment in her native tongue, one that was occupied by gentle massages of your right breast as an act of endowing solace upon it despite her knowingly inducing the pain.

“since you’re on the discard list, mamí, i won’t show any mercy when i see you again. if you reeeally think i’m just as bad as you, piss me off again and see for yaself. vamos, move.”

regrettably, you didn’t move, for you were fully aware of the consequence of this action. every villain she captures either ends up being sent home with severe burn scars or a brand mark on their chest that says “spider”, similar to how she signs her name on tits when her fans implore for it. your silence, of course, induces her voracious ego; even a gentle, raspy chuckle confirmed it.

“aaaatta girl… now sit tight fa me. don’t want the ‘s’ crooked or nun.”

“if you kill me, you’ll be just as bad as me.” The villain says, not knowing that the “hero” is so, so much worse than them.

[lottadolls]

Here’s who I bought! Now do I take them out of the box or not? (ᯣ ⤙ ᯣ)

Bonus pic of a Barbie I used to have as a kid but this doll’s sunglasses melted on her face. xD

[sketchquill]

do you take requests

Nope. I’m definitely not taking anymore requests, a lot of them have been sent to me in my Inbox and unfortunately I haven’t started any yet and uhhhhh…. I’m pretty sure they’re starting to gather dust *cough**cough* (ᯣ⤙ᯣ;)

[yumeboshi]

TEN SUNDAY POST SPOTTED

๋⚝ being messy! boothill, gallagher, sunday

MINORS DNI, gender neutral! reader, drabble formatting. oral sex, penetrative sex, light bondage, praising. in honor of boothill's banner tmrw <3

GALLAGHER

it was upon mutual understanding that this will only be a one time thing. yet, the way he crashes his lips onto yours with fervor, his bulky arms wrapping around your torso tightly to bring more proximity, to ease the warmth and lust brewing in your bodies - makes you yearn for more. gallagher relishes the aftertaste of aperitivo and absinthe twirling on your taste buds, reveling at the lingering flavor of the cocktail you downed in one go earlier.

gallagher's breathing is far from stable at this point in time, he cums inside you once more, letting his satisfaction paint your insides white. amidst reaching his orgasm for the third time this long night, he continues to pump in and out, letting out a hoarse groan as he feels his cock erect again. "it doesn't stop." he says, breaking the kiss for a moment to glance at his dick. he draws a heavy sigh, feeling himself become more sexually driven.

"well, no matter. gotta make the most out of this one time occurrence, yeah?" the brunette asks rhetorically, leaning in for another passionate kiss. furthermore, he skillfully slips his tongue inside your mouth, this time, familiarity binds the two of you - he could taste himself in you and vice versa, making a perfect concoction to relish in full bliss. wasting no time, he rams inside deeper this time, filling you up as your legs begin to go numb from the overwhelming sensation.

he shows no signs of halting at every service he's offering, a perfect open mouthed kiss as you're buried in the solace of being towered and wrapped by his large figure, and an endless stream of libido coursing through his veins. he proceeds to pick up the pace of his thrusts, earning him more absent-minded, lewd noises gush out of your saliva slicked lips.

his girthy cock becomes coated by his own white juices, several drops trickling out of your hole the more frequently he hits your sweet spot. "feels good. . ." you manage to utter in between his impactful thrusts while he manages to let out a deep chuckle, emerging victorious as the intercourse felt more like who'll endure longer. a bizarre idea suddenly lit up his mind, evident as soon as the magenta dyed tie adorning his collar come undone from his own gloved hands - he snakes it around your neck instead in a blink.

confused, he does a swift knot and wraps the end of the fabric around his wrist. casting a focused gaze, he pulls the tie towards him, making your body jolt awake from the abrupt movement. gallagher inches forward, his golden copper eyes anchor from the neck tie up to your face, watching your melting expressions as if he were etching every second in his memory. "the view just got even more beguiling—" he pauses, out of breath as he continues thrusting into your walls. "—stay for a little longer like this."

SUNDAY

the situation he's in just got a little more taxing. he looks at the stack of paperwork laid before him, fingers massaging his temples in a desperate attempt to process everything. golden eyes drift from one document to another, his vision starting to get lost among the sea of words tangling together, a stairway to mental fatigue.

as an assistant, you come rushing to his aid and offer him two beverages of his preference, accompanied by a sweet snack to lift his spirits up, at least, his physical system. "mr. sunday, perhaps you can take a break." you query and set the tray on his desk table, bowing slightly as a greeting, although suddenly.

"i need to clear my head." with one simple sentence, you understood from the get go what he really wanted. this has always been a little secret, a guilty pleasure the two of you had in agreement, you grant him access to your body at anytime he wants, while you submit to his requests willingly. embarrassment wallows you whole, but sunday feels himself slowly drift into relaxation, proceeding to let his dick spring free from the stress, letting everything unfold naturally.

as the head of the oak family is a perfectionist and employ rules to abide by - his taste in oral sex can sometimes become a dichotomy to the mentioned quirks of his personality. betwixt the belief of instilling strict order and the bliss of being free in anything, he gets off on the idea of you being messed up, looking disoriented as cum overlays your features, yet another preferred stress reliever of him.

as you take all of him in with your mouth wide agape, your wet cavern wraps itself around his shape. his mouth tightly shut, stifling the threatening hums of pleasure to slip out his hushed lips. however, your eyes remain locked passionately with his, an aspect he deems tantalizing - among your usual attentive look, whenever these instances happen, he indulges in the fact that your eyes now cast a lascivious one, an obvious longing displayed for the highly esteemed individual. "that pacing is good . . ." he states, long lower lashes bat slowly as you continue to suck him.

lewd noises continue to reverberate inside his private vicinity, the sounds then die down as an authoritative voice arises. "wrap your tongue around it." another knack sunday has in encounters like this is that he enjoys submission - having the power to be in control, to dominate. you stick your tongue out and twirl it around the head of his cock in gradual motions, ensuring he feels every second of the sensation. slowly but surely, he feels the build up of his release, evident from how his hips buck along your rhythm.

the feud ends as soon as he cums, letting the white strings sprawl all over your features down to the clothing you don, marking darker patches from the sticky liquids. huffing for a brief moment to catch his breath, he then carefully shuffles his pocket and fetches a handkerchief, folding it into a tidy square as he wipes your cum stained face with the soft fabric. he displays a reassuring smile this time, one different from previously - the present feeling more sincere and intimate. "well done."

BOOTHILL

boothill believes in the art of giving - he has your legs rested on his broad shoulders as he stimulates your sensitive parts. a smug smirk carved on his lips, augmented teeth peeking with a boastful look painted on his features. "like it when i do that?" he queries, slate gray eyes focusing on your body language.

too overwhelmed to be capable of verbalizing any word you intend to deliver, he doesn't wait for an answer as he digs himself in you again, sucking the flesh to where you'd mewl the most in. sharp, static, what felt like needles struck your lower limbs, a familiar numbness gush through your body. "wait— not there!"

tears well up in your eyes, lips quivering. the cowboy revels in this, enjoyment prominent the way his cold iron hands grip the plush of your thighs. "ya taste too good baby!" he proclaims, one hand then proceeding to glide to your inner thighs. with his fingers, he ghosts a caress on the other parts of your sex as well as flicking the tip of his wet tongue over your hole. arousal continues to drip down, a cloudy color spilling the longer the oral sex dragged on.

a pungent scent of cum mixed with sweat wafts inside the place - you feel lost and at cloud nine at the same time. it felt ecstatic, but unreal as to how your head buzzes with euphoria. you couldn't get enough of the galaxy ranger pleasuring your parts in more ways than one, his tongue and hand makes a perfect combination to douse the flames of your lustful temptations. your eyes roll back the slower boothill goes with licking your part . . . drool slowly escaping past the margins of your lips.

he halts for a moment, tilting his head to the side as he watches you become disheveled from the overwhelming stimulation. desire sears inside him, a strong carnal urge to make you feel good even more. suddenly, he flips you around, your naked back facing him and your only support being his leaden, metal arms. he was cold to the touch, a surprising chill rides on your sweaty skin.

"i'll keep ya still darling." the male proudly states and leaves a chaste kiss on your nape. as the cyborg was left with no more mortal parts other than his heart and mind, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, reveling in the warmth and intimacy of being skin to skin. "however, i can't say fa' sure if i do this." a distinct accent laces his tone as he thrusts his fingers inside your hole, the glacial surface of his digits makes a polar opposite of your velvet walls.

endless strings of ejaculation spring out - it appears that all you needed was a tad bit of penetration for you to reach your climax. you heavily pant to desperately catch your breath, eyelids weighing heavy. "well? how was it?" he asks, curiosity dancing in his two monochrome hues.

[cigsaftersuh]

if you start writing for enha…. dpwm…. i’ll start tweaking !!! my alter ego will come out and let’s just say you dont wanna know her ( ˶óᯅò)

(take this in a good way🤍)

i’m scared ᯣ . ᯣ someone hold my hand . . .

lolol but i really am excited to start writing for them ! i already have a few ideas so let’s tweak out together 🙈🙈

[pastel-puddle]

minor update regarding my lack of posting

i’ve been having hand/wrist issues. i do have an appointment to get it corrected in lil over 2 weeks so in the meantime i’ve been trying to give my hand a break

also drawing with a brace on is super hard ( ᯣ _ ᯣ )

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) [txt] I've snuck some glances here n there. ¯\_(ᯣ)_/¯

[text] I hope you enjoyed my lovingly drawn portraits of you.

[7association-was-here]

Damn I didn’t know he was chill like that.

Heathcliff here, with that report I said I’d make. It’s pretty short because well.. I’ve been… Talking with the Oufi fellow.

….What’s this about a…. a funeral?

…

[delicolby]

30??? when did that happen? ᯣ,ᯣ

[liviamariaborgesleite]

Pack de símbolos para você. Não reposte igual, faça seu próprio form.

𘤋 ᰔ ᰃ ᰀ ᯽ ᰗ ᯣ ᱬ ᱦ

UNICODEPAD: U+1C14

[imagine-silk]

I'm not really sure how you'd figure out who I am but now I'm just curious about your guess

(ᯣ ⤙ ᯣ) oh is this not Gret or Vinny or someone? my b

[idontknowwhatnametouseyet]

I love my @freaky-void

ᯣ ᳕ᯣ

Me and who

👻:wiz.fee

[char-dump]

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[u-u-uko2]

ほな県民が泣き寝入りせなあかんかったわけ…( ᯣ - ᯣ )？

[woundedb1rd]

Do they hate me or are they just treating me like i treat everyone else.. (ᯣ _ ᯣ)