#D) I didn't over render

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Fashion icon Gohan in some of Syaoran Li's outfits (from Cardcaptors) suggested by Twitter user @samantaesgay :)

Outfit references below:

[triona-tribblescore]

DRAGON IM GONNA SOB- WHY- YOU ALREADY MADE ME SAPPY ON TWITTER IM SO- /POS <33333333

@dragon-spaghetti <333

[zecoritheweirdone]

first art post of the new year!!! granted, i don't share my art here that much anyway, but– shhh.

hehehehhhooo,, here's something i've been working on for 'bout a month,, albeit not consecutively– took a few,, very very long breaks in between working on this,, but i managed to finish it in the end! am i satisfied with it? .......ehhhh? not completely, but if this took any longer, it might not have seen the light of day, so like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

anyway,, made a little poster for my favorite fic, tommyinnit's services for villains, vigilantes, and various other vagabonds, by @scorpionoesit!!! it's really really good,,, and i've always wanted to make more art for it,, so i decided– poster! at least,, that's what it's mean to resemble,,, dkdmkdmdkd.

i will freely admit,, i'm... not the biggest fan of the fan-made logo i tried to design for it,, feels a bit boring, and could definitely have used a bit more pizazz, something to make feel more like the fic itself(what does that mean? you figure that out),,,, but– again, steam was running low,, dkdnksjs. graphic design is my passion. i do also have other complaints, but i'm afraid i already punched my one-use self-critique card,, oh well,,, dkdnkxjdkd.

regardless,, even with the flaws only i can really see,, this still turned out pretty okay!! hope you enjoy it, mx. scorpio and mx. alibi!!! and i hope everyone else has a wonderful new year!!!!

[fox-guardian]

[ID: An eight page digital comic featuring Sam, Celia, and Alice from The Magnus Protocol on a gray background. The characters are all colored with a single color each. Sam is red, Celia is green, and Alice is pink. Sam is a fat Arab man with short curly dark hair, a mustache, and a small goatee, and he is wearing small black earrings, a cardigan, a turtleneck, trousers and loafers. Celia is a taller Korean woman with short dark hair and she is wearing rectangular glasses, piercings including an industrial piercing, an x-shaped earring, and snakebites, a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a vest, trousers, and black wrist cuffs. Alice is an even taller white woman with long fluffy hair and crooked teeth, and she is wearing cat eye glasses, three pairs of earrings, snakebites, a flannel shirt, a hoodie tied around her waist, a patchwork skirt, bracelets, and a lanyard.

Sam and Celia are stood at a table covered in papers. Celia urgently turns to Sam. Celia: Alice is coming! She can't catch us researching, we need a diversion, QUICK! How can we make her think we're not doing what we're doing? Sam, shrugging really hard: UHHHH she thinks I have a crush on you?? Celia, sweating, turns back to where Alice is coming from, panicked, and turns back to Sam, shrugging and reaching for him. Celia smiling a bit manically: Yeah, that'll work, sure!

Sam, with Celia's hands grabbing his cardigan: Wait whaAAAA- He is pulled out of frame. Alice walks in: Hey Sam, working hard or hardly woOOOAA She leans on the doorframe as she holds a hand to her chest in shock.

The next panel is rendered with soft pink shadows and "shoujo sparkles" in the now pink background. Sam is sitting on the table holding onto Celia, whose face is buried in his neck as she wraps one arm around his back and the other holds up one of his legs under his knee. Neither of their faces are visible. The rest of the page fades back to gray from there. Sam and Celia look over at Alice, hair ruffled, Sam is now blushing. Sam: ALICE!! He pushes Celia away and they look at each other for a moment, panicked. Sam: It's- .... exactly what it looks like! Celia: Aw, you've caught us! He rests his hands on her shoulders and they both look in opposite directions as though embarrassed. Celia is also blushing lightly. There are red and green neon signs pointing to them reading "Totally Ham-Slammin'" and "GAY! (in an M/F way)" respectively.

Alice looks to be in shock with a vacant expression and a computer pop up over her forehead reading "Alice.exe has stopped responding". In the next panel she is fine again and back to smirking. Alice: WOW SAM, didn't know you had it in you! Now I'm no snitch, so I didn't see anything, BUT- you lovebirds should cut it out before Gwen catches you. Celia and Sam look at each other anxiously, cheeks pressed together as she speaks. Alice: You KNOW she'd tell Lena. Celia, pulling back and smoothing her hair out: Oh, for sure. Sam: Th-Thanks, Alice. Alice: Don't mention it! I'll give you crazy kids a minute to straighten up, TA-TA~ She waves as she leaves.

Sam and Celia listen to her steps fade before going "phew" and finally pulling away from each other, now holding hands at an arms distance. Celia: You alright? That was kinda sudden.... Sam: It's fine! Just a bit caught off guard. Celia: I can't believe she actually bought all of that! Sam: Me either! Works for me, though.

Celia: Did you want to get down- Sam, pulling away suddenly, blushing again: NO! He crosses his legs and looks away sheepishly, scratching his head. Sam: I wanna stay here another minute or so.... Celia, concerned: You sure you're alright? Sam: Yeah! Just, er.... Celia looks at him, confused. Sam, blushing increasingly harder: Ahem. (He folds his hands in his lap politely.) I am not immune to being thrown on a table. Celia, smiling and politely stepping away: AH! .... Noted~

She walks away casually, still smiling. Celia: I'll give you a minute to collect yourself. Sam, head down in his lap, embarrassed: Thanks.... He looks up after she leaves. Sam: Wait. He straightens up, slightly panicked, face entirely red. Sam: What do you mean by "NOTED"?!

end ID]

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i am SO glad this episode didn't entirely debunk the silly headcanon that birthed this comic. initially i wasn't convinced sam actually had a crush so i made this like "well if he didn't before, HE DOES NOW" so.... here's this silly comic thing <3 i just think they're neat <3

[u3pxx]

WELCOME HOME, POLLY! ✈️☀️🪄

finally sharing the piece i drew for @aasiblingszine! :^D if there's one thing about me, it's that i will be VERY sappy about apollo and trucy <3

leftovers are live over on here! so feel free to grab yourself a copy of this siblimful zine if you wanna feel warm and fuzzy and maybe cry a lil bit about ace attorney and the siblingisms of it all pftt <33

extra stuff under the cut! :^P | like this art? it'll be a print in my shop once the leftovers are over! | like what i do? support me on ko-fi!

help i just noticed that the timelaspe i had of this didn't record me rendering the rest of the drawing 😭 oh well, here's the progress gif too why not pftt

it's been maybe more than a year since i drew this so very wild to see how my art style has evolved since this! considering that i'm currently in an art rut pftt, i've changed my inking pen so many times by now lol. but i still like this a lot! what's a den drawing without too many add (glow) layers and the sun setting down in it lmao

just looking at all the art and writing made for this zine was such a treat! so many heartwarming and heartwrenching scenarios so beautifully written and illustrated! flipping through this zine, i teared up a bit, my man!! i'm so glad to have worked with such talented peeps! :'^] <33

this drawing of mine is kind of an expansion of this old doodle i drew, i'm just a big enjoyed of trucy and apollo ending up being the same height after a timeskip AND i am also just very weepy about missing people who used to be always with you, mayhaps.

once again reminding you that leftovers are live!!! here's the link, go get this wonderful zine!!!

[miss-tarja]

Like a Fine Wine

Younger! Miguel O'Hara x Sugar Mommy! Reader

WARNINGS: Transactional relationship at the begining, smut, protected p in v, fluff, emotional distress, no strings attached to catching feelings type of thing. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: This is @tatatida raffle event prize <3. Got her permission to post it. Hope you guys like it as mucha as I did writing it :D. So fun to write again!

If there was one thing you hated more than wires in your bra, poking out and digging into your skin was precisely this. Social gatherings with loud music after a long day, that somehow were a must to keep up the appearances within your collaborators and clients.

And the cherry on top besides this, were two little details that had ruined your overall mood and will to believe in such a thing the soon-to-be wedded couple favored.

To starters, the man whom you thought would be that exact same guy with a goofy and moonstruck smile, kneeling before the woman as he proposed to her, not only broke up with you a week ago, right before this party, but also broke the three month engagement you had agreed and partook in, and the urge to make an engagement party after a couple of years dating. 

He cut all ties with your persona and everything that rendered your existence and what you had to offer. And the second bitter cherry, you were selected to make the brides dream come true by not only designing her wedding dress, but her bridesmaids too. 

Oh, how much fun you've been having by designing your own wedding dress. A design that somehow ended up in the bride's main picks. For once you hated your job and everything that came with it. Happy and excited faces, I do's here and there whenever the brides were grateful and went beyond to invite a top tier Haute Couture and lingerie designer like yourself to the ceremony. 

The excitement you'd never get... 

A defeated sigh escaped your lips for the umpteenth time and absentmindedly snatched your third champagne cup from a nearby waiter. Marriage was overrated anyway and the stress had been nicking enough of your nerves. You needed out. 

The mellow, sickly sweet and romantic music had been a bit too much for your ears, same for the laughs and fun and frankly, you hadn't left because the bride wanted some adjustments in her request, but you didn't have the heart to be a wet blanket over her happiness and pollute her joy with your own heartbreak and mood swings. So you waited, and waited and-

"Should I call you a cab?" The waiter's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Rich, deep and oh so exquisite that sent a jolt directly to your spine the emotional discomfort brewing in. 

Oh boy... 

The man before you, clad in white and black was everything but that. A boy, as you usually saw younger men. The white button chemise made a wondrous job in containing his well worked arms that moved effectively while delivering drinks and his chest, puffing with the constant beating of his heartbeats and breathings. Your eyes couldn't help but wander from his gorgeous and cryptic, stoic face, to the narrow and perfectly sculpted waist. 

My goodness...

"... Ma'am?" He chuckled a tad uncomfortable yet used to the looks his appearances provoked. Your eyes casted away, embarrassed for being not so discreet in your ogling. 

"Uh...  no. Sorry. I'm waiting for the bride to finish some stuff. Could you be so kind to fetch me a rose soda, please?" 

"Of course. Anything else?" 

"Just that for the meantime, thank you." 

His red eyes blinked slowly, absorbing your order as he retired your nearly empty champagne cup from the table. 

"I'll be right back." The handsome man spoke and you just nodded with a brief smile before he scrammed off to the drink station not too far away from your spot.

"Seems you caught her eye." One of his coworkers, Harry, spoke with a smile that hinted at nothing but trouble , pointing discreetly your way. 

"Doubt it. She was getting drunk, looking lonely and a bit miserable, probably not having a good time." He huffed, preparing the golden rimmed and fancy glass with ice. 

"C'mon, Migs. I know it's bad to just jump into women like vultures when they're going through vulnerable stuff, but hey, think of it this way." Harry hugged his neck, pulling him closer, "You'll give her a good time to forget whatever thing has gotten her like that." Miguel rolled his eyes. Of course Harry wouldn't pass the opportunity to jump in whatever chance that got him laid. "And, just look at her!" 

Harry nearly groaned after stealing another glance your way. 

"Harry..." Miguel warned, already knowing where the conversation was leading to. 

"C'mon, man. She was staring at you like she would eat you in the spot! Wished women looked at me like that."

"They would, if you weren't a creep about it. Are you even hearing yourself?" His bushy brow quivered and his eyes rolled. "Just get me a rose soda."

"I'm not a creep, O'Hara. And that shit's disgusting, don't know why, it's so freaking sweet and awful but rich people drink it like no tomorrow. But!" He pushed Miguel with his elbow softly, "That only means she must be stacked up in money too." He mumbled while handing him a golden and pink can along a straw. 

"Of course she is. From what I gathered, she's a famous designer, doing the dresses." He shrugged nonchalantly as he poured the sweet smelling concoction in the glass. 

"Then even better! Go for it! Bet you 20$ she's single. And 50$ of my tips you're ending up in her bed tonight." 

"Hilarious you think you'd get tips from these people." He plated up, and returned to you. Or at least, tried since you were nowhere to be seen. He swore you were there some moments ago. 

Until he spotted you talking with the bride, taking notes and sketching so fast in a pad he was genuinely amused for a second at how easy the skills came in your hand. You also took some measurements off the bride and the bridesmaids. It didn't take no longer than fifteen minutes in total to gather what you needed or he supposed. 

He returned again, to finally find you alone in another table, he carried a freshly served drink as the previous one had lost the gas and flavor. You were skimming through your sketch pad, biting your lip as you redrawn over and over the veil's fall.

"Ma'am?" He called and your eyes met his. Lighting up with delight at what he had on the tray.

"Oh, right!. Thank you very much... Uh..." Your brow quirked and Miguel cleared his throat. 

"Miguel. Miguel O'Hara." His lips curved a chip awkwardly as he placed the soda on a cover away from your working tools. 

"Right." Naturally you gave him your name and took a long sip of soda. The sugar in it earned an approving hum from you, Miguel's eyes wandered discreetly over your shiny lips as you licked them. "Hope you don't mind me asking, but how old are you, Miguel?" 

The sudden question threw him off, specially when you had asked so out of the blue with such confidence he only allowed his closed ones. The hunt was on and he was the perfect subject to bring home and hang on your wall. Or rather bed. 

"Pardon?" He blinked, genuinely confused as to why would you ask that as he held his tray in an attempt to hide the fidgeting of his hands. He was the one supposedly doing the flirting, not backwards. That is, if you were actually flirting. It had been a long while since he gave into something casual. One night stands weren't something he indulged often, except when his body screamed for release in something else that wasn't his pumping and squeezing hand. 

Bills and temporary jobs kept him busy like that. 

"I asked your age." Your head turned to face him again, and for once, he frowned. Earning you a small giggle. "Relax, sweetheart. Twenty somethings aren't that much of a favorite of mines."

"Then, guess I'm out of your league." 

You chuckled and sipped your soda, not daring to tear your gaze from him. 

"Older than twenty five?" 

He shrugged, quietly admitting a bit of himself, exposed but genuinely amused at your sudden move.

"Ah, I see. We could do an exception." You gestured for him to seat. And he shook his head. 

"Can't do, I'm still on my shift, I'm afraid." 

"All responsibility is on me if something happens. Please. Sit." You gestured and he sat across you, hesitant as you drank another sip, to sweeten your mouth and lace up the words coming off it. "You see, it's not every day I feel particularly... inclined to indulge myself with the people around me. So I'll go straight to the point."

"Id like that, yeah." His words made you smirk. 

"This is probably your second or third job. Yeah?" 

His brows puckered ever softly at the probing guess, but he kept on listening. 

"Sorry if I come out as invasive. Perks of being in this... side of business turns one into a good people reader." You shrugged and he pouted ever softly. 

"Is that so? What can you tell then? Cause, pretty sure you don't know a thing about me, Ma'am." 

"Oh. Feisty, aren't we? I like that. But flirt or whatever this is, aside. I can tell this is your second or third temporary job, your finances aren't that bad, you do manage, but some extra cash wouldn't be bad for you, am I right? What's on the table? A PhD?" 

"Your point is?" He pressed and you smirked 

"Well, since I was lonely, kinda miserable looking and I wasn't having a good time actually, I thought in getting some company." Your words froze him in the spot. And you chuckled again as he cleared his throat. "Your station wasn't that far from my ears, sweetie."

"Sorry about that-."

"Forget about it. I heard enough to know a little play time in bed with me would cost so low. Kinda hurt by that." 

He gulped. His cheeks couldn't help but warm at the implications of your sudden offering. 

"But... wanna think a bit bigger?"

His eyes dropped midway his eyes, like the octave in his voice as he leaned in closer, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his meaty lips.

"I ain't low cost, Hermosa. That's for sure." 

"Do I look cheap to you?." Your voice mellowed with a promise of something else within. "I'm everything but. Not when it comes to treating myself anyway." 

And God he would be the biggest liar if he didn't admit that was the hottest thing a woman had told him in such a long time. That surge of power coursing through him felt a bit too good. He could decline so you could raise you tab higher, given that you were the one in need of him. But since he hadn't named a price, the offering was just as tempting as the slit on your red dress that hugged your curves deliciously, or the dip in your cleavage. 

"What do you want exactly from me?" 

And he enjoyed the chase. The power you indirectly granted him by simply admitting that not only money was in play, but a much needed release. He knew  what you needed, just wanted to hear it for himself to convince his mind that one of his secret fantasies was turning so tangible and real, it sent shivers straight to his groin. 

"Repeating the same and the obvious is useless, You're a smart man. You ain't stupid, Miguel. So name your price."

"Well, it depends on how many times you'd like to repeat doing me, Ma'am." 

And it was your time to laugh, a pleasant burn ran through your body, as the thrill of push and pull increased.

"I'm just some years older than you, Miguel, save the ma'am for your grandma." 

"The more reason to keep myself out of trouble, Señorita." he crooned and your lips stretched wider, leaning closer. 

"You're playing too much and time is money for me. So what do you say? Wanna leave this serving charade and do something productive with your time and with me?" 

"So basically you'll pay me to keep you busy and satisfied." 

"Company sometimes as well, but we'll see about the satisfied part." Your lips curled with mischief, "No strings attached of course. Work is a good outlet, but I wanna vary them." Your lips twitched with a feline glint, "It makes wonders for my creative process, which means more money for me. And for you, of course. It's a win win for us both." 

"No strings attached." He repeated, pondering for a moment. 

"Indeed." Your hand gestured elegantly while raking him unabashedly. "So?" 

"I'd like four thousand. For every meetup." he pressed, keeping his eyes on you. Had it been too much? 

"Student loans?" Your brow quirked and he nodded. "How much you owe?" 

"Twenty four grand to go, and I'll be free." 

"Hm. I see." You mumbled, twirling the pencil in your hand. "And, are you sure that's enough for you?" 

Dios mio... 

His breath stuck in his throat and his eyes darkened for a moment. You were for the kill and he was left defenseless. But in truth, he'd gladly die. And older woman wanted him, a gorgeous and rich older woman, nonetheless, was there offering him the financial freedom he so desperate sought out through shitty jobs and whatever gig that increased his bank account numbers.

You were willing to pay for his company, and he'd be out of debt soon with no strings attached. What else could he ask for? 

"Is it for you?" He pushed, amusing you to no end. 

"Don't worry your pretty head about it, sweetheart."

Well, shit. 

"Anything else, then, Ma'am?" 

You hummed, satisfied at his reply. 

"For you to stop call me that and bring some good booze. We're going home. Make sure to quit. I don't like interruptions on my... meals." 

A shudder ran down his spine and he nodded cockily. Night was still young and strong after all, like him and his sudden appetite. 

Although he owed Harry seventy bucks, the number was certainly insignificant compared to what he'd get after this scrumptious workout. 

Initially, the sight of your ample penthouse had snatched his breath away. Lush and elegant, like your overall aura. That until you changed into a more comfortable set of clothes. And by it, it meant a delicate and short turquoise slip with a matching robe. Drinks and business talk came in next, leading to the  culminating peak of your mutual transaction. 

His hands grope and pulled your hips downwards as he thrusted upwards, trying to match the heart-shaking pace of your hips swallowing him with a need he rarely got to see and experience in a woman. 

"Fu.. Fuck!" He groaned when your hips rolled, switching once again the tempo, pushing all the air out of his burning lungs. "Hermosa-" He croaked and shuddered when your walls clamped and pulsated around him without a truce and rest. What were you doing to him? 

He knew some women were good like that, but this... This was beyond his comprehension and skills. It was like if your insides held him a willing hostage inside, snug and tight, milking and pulsating around him at will. Like if they obeyed your command of squeezing the life out of him in rhythmic contractions. 

"C'mon, darling. You gotta-" You hissed, sinking on top of him in a go, his cock kissed with a wet push the very end of your hilt, earning a shaky whimper from his throat, "You gotta work hard for it, yeah?" 

His hands dug in the meaty slabs of your ass, spreading and smacking your hips through gritted teeth. Your eyes gleamed in wicked delight  upon the sight of him, struggling to catch up, fighting off the haze in his brain that clouded his judgement, leaving him completely bare and at your drenching and fluttering mercy. 

There were few things that older people taught Miguel through life. Not underestimating your drive was one. He had believed he could handle you with a quick but deep fuck and that would be the end of it until further notice. How sadly mistaken he was. 

But oh, the wonders and mysteries of the female anatomy never ceased to amaze him as they churned his guts, demanding for his performance to increase, to double his efforts if possible. And he tried, God knows he tried but your pistoning and riding hips had his brain a swirling puddle. Smooshing his thoughts in a jumbled and incoherent mess. 

Your wetness didn't lie, your nails burying on his back didn't lie as they created red welts wherever they explored and clawed, your mouth devoured his, set into stealing every single breath as you rutted your hips, grinding in such a way it made him dumb. Pussy drunk even, despite the condom fitting beyond perfection to put the blaming arrow on it. For once he wasn't the one doing the magic happening, rather enjoying it. 

"Just like that, Miguel" You hissed on his mouth before he returned the favor in leaving you breathless with his demanding kisses and needy hands. 

He didn't know what was more arousing and mind shattering. If you, riding him like he was being introduced to pleasure for the first time all over again with every  diabolical thrust you put him through, pulling noises he often didn't do with his scarce partners in bed. 

Or knowing this kind of experience  laid ahead in his future restless night's with you, set into making an example of why he should never underestimate older women and their burning and insatiable libido when it hit in its whole might. He was burning. Enjoying the gorgeous, older and in heat woman on top of him. 

Too much expertise for him? Perhaps, but he was grateful to be learning how to survive your appetite. He was a sucker for learning after all. 

His hands squeezed and slapped your rear, equally struggling to handle the bouncing globes as they escaped his trembling fingers with each rut, unable to hold still a handful, urging your moves to go faster, rougher and deeper if possible, determined to pull each ounce of  your knowledge out to test and under scrutiny, like the good yet underpaid scientist he was. 

And his jaw dropped with an agonising moan when you leaned back, supporting your hands on the flat of his thighs, giving him a prime sight of your body. 

Your legs spread wider so your cunt would choke more of him inside, swivelling those gorgeous hips of yours in a circular motion, causing his eyes to glue on the mess between heated and sweaty limbs. Your feet barely touched the floor as they remained curled up. 

His cock stretched your pussy, and every time he pushed in, a little spurt of your juices flowed, coating and making him glisten with a pretty shimmer, and for a brief second he really wished to be able to have it raw. Your breast bounced at a mind-boggling pace. The hard and unceasing wet slap of flesh had turned into one of his favorite melodies, specially the slurping noise your cunt gave him when grinding your hips downwards to suck more of him in. 

For once he didn't mind being the end to someone else's pleasure. Why would he when you gave him one of the most erotic sights he ever had the privilege to witness in a woman? The experience had gone beyond the didactical, as it actually stimulated the right spots in his brain, firing up his need to experience more. 

"I'm cumming!" You shrieked 

How would you look while at it? Exquisite probably. Specially when his hand snaked down your hips and his mischievous thumb pressed against your engorged, sweet tasting and throbbing clit, flickering it up and down with calculated speed and force to not overwhelm and end your prowess demonstration too soon. 

"C'mon hermosa, cum for me." He mumbled in between languid pants, almost tasting your mouth again, and when your peak crashed with his name rolling out of your tongue in a needy shriek, he did nothing but to whimper and follow into the depths of nirvana itself, willing to drown in this head-splitting pleasure. With a final thrust and a wheeze, he sheathed, spilling into the condom, whimpering as his forehead hid in the crook of your neck. His hot breath colliding against your tender skin. 

The agonising and shaky moans slowly evolved into exhausted pants and lazy laughs. 

"My goodness" You kissed him once, he returned it, then twice and a half surprised and satisfied smile stretched on his lips. He had survived you. "You alive, Miguel?"

Barely 

His breath stuck in his throat as you rose, the sting of your walls abandoning him suddenly with a wet pop had him slumping against the bed frame, then chuckled as you stood to stretch like you hadn't sweated an ounce, some joints popping back in place. 

"I'm good, hermosa." His hand slicked the sweaty strands as his eyes wandered over your glistening and flushed body. Walking like you hadn't fucked him to heaven and back, towards the abandoned couch where your forlorn clothes laid, to pick up the robe and covering yourself with it. His mouth pursed gently, disappointed to not see more of his marks on you. 

"Want a drink before round three?" 

Dios mio... 

"If you're trying to kill me to not pay me, just say it." 

That earned him a giggle while you poured him a tall glass of water and approached. 

"Well, if I can recall you even asked if it was enough for me." He took the glass without letting his sight to drift from yours. "And by the looks of it, I think it's better for us to stop here as you've had enough. Don't want to break you too soon." 

"I take your word. It's not that I'm not capable you know? I just-" 

"Thank the kegels, dear. They do wonders." He choked as you laughed at his reaction. "Relax. You did amazing. Hadn't cum like that in months. But enough on it." You stood again and fetched your checkbook from the purse. 

"You want a check or transfer?" 

"Uh... transfer. Roomie's nosy." His shoulders rolled back as he leaned in closer. 

"Roomie?" your eyes blinked but quickly shook the upcoming comment away, "Alright. Transfer shall be. You can stay, there's food on the kitchen in case you're hungry, shower is on the left bottom door-" 

"Wait... You want me to stay?" 

"For you to rest, yes. I've had my fill for the night. And those dresses won't design themselves, so stay if you want. If not, let me call my chauffer so he can drop you off. I don't trust local cabs around here this time at night and they probably scam you." 

Well, shit. Wasn't he being pampered? 

He just remained there, pondering and weighing his options until his mouth ran with an unexpected question that surprised even himself. 

"Are you hungry?" 

It didn't matter how things turned, the feeling of having you writhing underneath him so far had no match. Maybe, just maybe, he could compare it to the same rush of dopamine when he paid the last cent he owed to those greedy college higher ups that always sucked the four thousand he righteously earned by being buried deep in you. 

The whole transaction sure had gained a bit more trust between you two, to the point of him having his own copy to your penthouse. Rushed, maybe, but it was more a practical thing than anything he shooed away in his mind before he started reading wrong in between lines. 

You trusted him enough to allow him stay at your own home, eat your food, order even in case he grew tired of the caviar and other exotic things he had devoured at least once, to have a little taste of the life you were getting him used to. 

He wouldn't admit it but there were some habits of yours that grew on him, like not worrying about the good food. You appetite was as good as in bed as outside of it. Something he started to notice and take a like to. He'd watch you devour your meals without a care in the world, wear the lingerie and clothes you wanted. Bought the things you wished at whim, fucked him whenever you felt like it, and God you did fucked him. You were... you. Unapologetically you.

And much to his dismay, he didn't mind sex coming into a second place in both of your agendas. But, ever since that last time, things had been quite... odd, for not saying weird between you two. But it was weird in a good way, or he supposed. 

He had spent the night, doing nothing but talking and indulging in each other's company until alcohol-induced sleepiness claimed you both, only to find you in the kitchen, cooking for both. A hearty meal to give you a good shot of energy for what came next. And to his surprise and disappointment the cue for him to remove your clothes and fuck each other silly, never came. 

Now here he was, attending your impromptu message personally. 

"I'll be in a business trip soon for a couple of weeks if not months. This place will be empty. You're welcome to stay if your roomie still hasn't learned to mind his business." Your voice echoed across the studio, as you draped silk and tafetta over a mannequin. 

"You're leaving?" A tad incredulous he asked from the door frame. Taking in properly your working mode. Truly not expecting you to call him to let him know you'd be off shore. 

Your back faced him, the robe hung loosely on your shoulder as your nimble fingers created a design directly on the fabric. It truly marveled him the kind of things you could manage on your own. Yet it was enough to ponder a nagging question that had been harassing his mind for quite a while now, after he accidentally found a picture of you, kissing a man's cheek with a moonstruck look in your face. And a ring on your finger. 

What had happened? 

He wasn't one to get into people's business, in fact, he prided in keeping himself away from where he wasn't needed nor invited. Yet the picture had stirred the ever and nearly childish curiosity in him. Would you take it wrong if he asked? How would you react if he asked something about the mysterious man, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes next to you? 

"Gotta do a runway in London, then in Paris and Australia. The lots of meetings every day with my manager and team in Greece. And New York again."

If it wasn't for the blasé tone in your voice, he'd thought you were excited to see the world. But he had seen glimpses of the cruel and merciless world a designer threaded on. Stolen ideas, designs, collections, and backstabbing from the least suspecting; nights with little to no sleep, unhealthy eating patterns, stress, anxiety with logistics, contacts, and people asking for favors, sabotaging ... 

And so much more he couldn't remember properly at the moment, but it gave him a better understanding as to why you had sought him, and devoured him until you had your fill. Cause it was never about his pleasure in the first place. And he didn't mind. 

If he was honest, it was what happened after the hookups that ignited that need to experience it all over again. Your sated, sweet laughter in his arms paved the way for a new addition to the already blurry casual dynamic. The intimate talks late at night, while his fingers caressed your scalp, admiring those fine silver threads, peppering your hair here and there, had become his favorite part of the ritual.

Unavoidable as it was, the no strings attached mantra had been slowly vanishing from his brain. Specially when his compliments flared your cheeks and made you giggle like a crushing teenager again. Or when his touches became more gentle and aimed towards soothing you after a long day of stressful events. Your kisses turning more intimate, lingering with each passing week. 

He once found himself kissing the back of your shoulder, in return of yet another mind-splitting orgasm. 

"If you're bringing company to impress, please make sure to clean properly." 

What? 

"Excuse me?" His voice crisped with anger, and you turned to see him, surprised he'd take that personally instead of the usual humorous and borderline jerk-ish and dry way. 

"Sorry..." You returned the attention towards the mannequin again. “Forgive me. That was stupid.”

Very. 

How did you even dare to think he'd do that? Hadn't he been available for you whenever you wanted? Wasn't his loyalty proven enough? 

The sudden epiphany left him even more agitated. The mere thought of being with someone else while being with you, even if transactional, angered him. Offended him even. 

"Just... You know what to do." He mumbled and left the room. A clear 'call me when you need me'. 

"Miguel-" You called but he had been long gone. 

You knew he was a pithy man when it came to words. But his sudden leaving felt odd, even worst when the door from the main door slammed shut. Leaving you with the loneliness as your only companion once again. 

His feet stopped dead in his tracks upon watching the penthouse, your room specifically, empty. Devoid of your presence and some of your clothes and luggage. in the drawers. 

Fuck

He knew you were on a business trip, but, didn't expect you to be gone so soon. Not when he had returned to apologize from yesterday's slip with his temper. And now, he had to wait for God knows how long before he could see you again.

Miguel could text you an apology, or email you one, but it wasn't the way his mother raised him, messed up as it was. Conchata always made sure to make him apologize face to face, so the lesson was learned. Besides, although his thumbs itched to send you a text message, what would he talk about? 

Probably his text would get lost in the many thousands you had yet to attend. So adding himself like another stress factor didn't feel right. Not when you had runways to do and stuff. He'd have to wait although the idea sat wrong in his chest. 

He could leave whatever thing going on between you two, if he wished. He could turn back close the door and forget that he had shared a good couple of months with you. His debt had been paid already, but he never had the courage to tell you. Not because he wanted more money, no. He simply wasn't ready to say goodbye so soon. 

Not when he had gotten used to your presence, your laugh, your sweetness when it came to him. If anything he had been saving up for leaving the city, and couldn't do it if he had no money. But now that his heart found a little detour from the no strings attached rule, he didn't want to go back. 

With a last glance, he took his phone and pressed the chat log of your number. The pretty logo of your company displayed with pride, leaving the text box open. Urging him to write something, to drop the pride and reach out first. But cowardice held him in a choking grip. 

He left. Unable to go past his pride and send you a text message to ask you when would you return. If you needed him, you'd let him know, right? You wouldn't leave him hanging. 

Right? 

You could have any man you wanted, you had him after all. Yet it was enough for his mind to punish itself with all source of intrusive, pessimistic and anxious thoughts. Your plane crashing, you being gone for good, you forgetting about him by finding a new toy. You being with someone else. 

The latter made him frown with an unpleasant sensation coursing through him. Unable to pinpoint between jealousy or fear. 

Maybe you hadn't contacted him in weeks cause you were busy as usual, or the signal sucked.

You were too childish for her. 

His brain trembled and his hand rubbed against his face, letting the headache to brew in. 

She doesn't like it when you behave like a spoiled brat. 

Another thought jabbed his mind and he sighed. What had you done out of him? He often didn't care in the slightest about what people thought of him, but the idea of you not contacting him because he had acted like precisely was too embarrassing to ignore, and that little act up he gave you before you left, only reinforced such thought. 

You needed a man, not a man child. 

The waiting slowly ate his brain alive, until a couple of news stories through social media gave him important and invaluable information he refused to get directly out of embarrassment. After a month and some more without your presence in his life, you were to return within a couple of days to New York. Or so the fashion fan's forum online said. 

He'd get to see you soon. 

The thought alone sent an equally happy and anxious shiver down his spine as his mind raced with all the things he needed to do. 

Would you want to see him again? 

Hopefully... 

Exhausted was a measly word to describe your current mood. The flight had not only delayed twice, but some of your luggage was missing. Important luggage with materials you needed for the bride's dress. 

The fashion tour had drained you so bad to the point of barely leaving time for yourself. If you had the time for drinking a cup of coffee was to say it was too much free time. But now that your agenda finally allowed you to breath and conceded a bit of time, you were ready to go home, take a long bath and sleep the rest of the day. 

Your feet ached, your head pounded and Miguel-

You stopped in your tracks and blinked, just to make sure the sight before you wasn't a product of your quanked mind. 

Holding a bouquet of spring flowers, dressed to impress with a look that could only be translated as  'I'm here for you.' was Miguel. Tentatively, he took a step closer, then another and another until he was before you, towering over your frame with a coy yet genuine soft smile.

"Hey..." 

You hummed, too stunned to see him here, taking the time to see you. 

For a brief of second you couldn't help but wonder if he had ran out of money, hence his presence here. Right? Cause your brain sort of refused to believe, rather didn't want to believe someone like him was genuinely interested in you, not when money had played a huge part in your relationship.

"Hey." Still, it felt good to think at least he cared enough to take his pretense a bit further and actually make you feel special. 

"I'm sorry." He blurted, stopping all thoughts in a go in your overriding brain, "I... wanted to apologize for what happened a month ago. Shouldn't have gotten so upset over it." He offered the flowers, hoping you accepted them. And when you did his heart almost leaped in his throat upon seeing your eyes turning glossy. 

Fuck. 

"I'm sorry for... you know. Fuck... I'm not good at this... but damn. I've... I've missed you, Hermosa." 

"You did?" The question threw him out of the horse's saddle, specially when there was so much unbelieving behind your tone. This time, instead of anger a lick of sadness came through his heart. He didn't know what had happened in your previous relationship, but whatever it did, sure left some open wounds he now started to see. 

Late as usual, but he finally noticed those cracks in your seemingly dismissive behavior whenever he got too close. The defenses your heart put up every time he complimented you genuinely, or his touches began turning a bit too intimate. 

"Of course I did, hermosa. I'm sorry for not contacting you much sooner. I... I didn't know if you wanted to still see me after what happened." He admitted, his heart pounded in his throat as you shook your head. 

"Please don't blame yourself for that. I shouldn't have said something like that either. It was my fault." You sighed, taking a good sniff of the flowers, your nerves soothed, "I should've contacted you as well. But you've got no idea how busy I was."

"Can only imagine." He offered his hand, "Let me help you with your luggage. Are you hungry?" 

The knot in your throat only tightened. 

"You're so sweet, Miguel." Your hand caressed him and he leaned in your touch, letting your warmth to bask him in again, he had missed it. He had missed you. 

"Learned that from a good teacher." He kissed your palm and before his mind scolded him from breaking the detachment rule so miserably, he pulled you for a hug. Inhaling your perfume for the first time in weeks. 

"I've missed you. A lot. I always thought about you, but my job-" 

"Hey, hey. Corazón, it's ok. I know you were working your pretty ass off back in those runways. I'm just glad you're back. Missed my favorite bossy woman." 

That earned him a half sob and chuckle as he kissed your temple and held you. 

Despite the curious and not so discreet glances some people gave your way, Miguel held you by the waist as you walked back to your awaiting car. Ready to catch up and finally, bring those walls down surrounding your heart once and for all. 

What he didn't count in was the same man he had seen back at your place in that picture, was now awaiting in the living room of your penthouse, looking in between you and him, like he had seen a ghost. 

Or for you to ask him to wait in the studio as you handled some stuff. 

But he definitely did not expect the heated argument escalating between you and that man to the point of  him rushing to your side as soon as he heard glass shattering. 

You were in tears, shaking, distressed as the man held his hips and shook his head.  

"You should be ashamed of yourself. Look at you, fucking guys that barely know shit about life." He spat as soon as he saw Miguel. 

"Funny you say so when you broke up our engagement because you didn't feel it was the right time, but you think I didn't know what you did!? You think I don't know you were stealing from me the whole time and spend it on your fucking drugs!?" 

"That was my job too! I worked for your stupid dream as much as you did. It's my job on the line too!" 

"You didn't work shit! I was the one doing the job! It's always been me taking the lead in our business because you're too fucking insecure to make a decision! You were dragging me down, Charles." 

"Well, thank me for dumping you. You think this kid loves you? How much are you paying him to screw yo-" 

Charles, or rather Charlie, your ex fiancé, didn't get to finish as he fell with a hard thud on the coffee table, breaking it in half after Miguel silenced him with a powerful punch in his face. 

Your hand covered your mouth as Miguel dragged the man through the floor with such strength and ease, it made your eyes widen, as he pushed Charles out of your penthouse. As if throwing a bag of trash outside. 

The door rattled when said man kicked it from the other side, startling you. But also having Miguel to pull you to his side without tearing his gaze from the door. 

"Are you okay, hermosa?" His gentle voice was a stark contrast against the merciless beat down he put Charles through. His thumb moved in soothing circles against your lower back. 

"Yeah, just... fuck. I swear I had no idea he would appear out of nowhere-" 

"Hey, It's alright. You don't have to explain yourself, guapa. He came here looking for trouble. Couldn't leave you hanging." 

"You're... not upset?" 

His hand cupped your cheek and wiped away the shy tears approaching the corner of your eyes

"Why would I? He came looking for trouble. They found him. And I never got to ask who was he anyway. Didn't think it was important." He kissed your temple as soon as you shuddered. 

"He wasn't. At least, not anymore. Sure I was engaged to him, but you heard the rest."

"Still, I don't understand why he dumped you."

"He had stolen enough. He didn't need me anymore. So, go figure." 

Miguel frowned and examined your face for a couple of seconds, before pursing his lips. He didn't like the way fear clung to your features. 

"He won't hurt you, ever again. Got it?" 

You nodded. And he gulped while speaking again. 

"You know... I know it might seem like I'm taking advantage of it, but I promise you... it stopped being about the money a long ago." His words sent another jolt to your heart

"And I know... I know it might seem rushed and you might think I'm just playing to get money but... I'm not, I promise I'm not." He swallowed again, "I... I really like you. I like... No. I love spending time with you. You're so... sweet and... and so considerate with me,  You're always helping me around, looking after me even if I act stupid. " He chuckled nervously, stumbling on his own speech, "You're just... so amazing, hermosa. And... I'd be the luckiest man if you give me a chance to prove you how much of the man you need, I can be." 

All he needed was a yes from you. Instead, you pulled him down for a kiss. A kiss that had him snaking his hands around your waist, and pulling you closer so he could consume your supple and needy lips. No vocal reply was needed. Not when the answer tasted sweeter than the wine you loved to drink. 

Like the compliments he gave you when clamping like a vice around him, like the little pout you gave in your sleep after a good night of several rounds with him. 

He didn't care if you were years older than him, he wanted you. And none else but you. And now that you were his, and he yours, neither had the intentions of letting go. 

Dividers by @saradika-graphics <3

[tyquu]

Ah I remember my question now!! Since Ezra is a growing boy, how does that impact his prosthetic use? I'm assuming they can't just go get him refitted like normal... do they help him resize? Do they build new parts? Or help him find some?

Hiii!! :D) So I doodled out my thoughts as I pondered this question but my handwriting is ass so… I’m also gonna write a little summary too!

Ezra's first Prosthetic was given to him by the same people who performed the amputation on his leg in the first place. Some concerned Lothali citizens who couldn't bare to watch him hop around on his severely infected leg any longer. 12 year old Ezra was pretty pissed about it though (understandably). It didn't help that his first prosthetic was old as balls and awful to walk on.

Thankfully, using bits n bobs he'd collected out on the streets, Ezra was able to tighten the loose hinges at the joints and modify the top to fit better. Alas, he ended up loosing this leg after bopping Kallus over the head with it pretty early on into joining the spectres.

Hera set him up with a pair of crutches and then devoted herself to finding him a replacement. She was determined to find something that was better than his last prosthetic and thought she'd struck gold when she figured out Vizago had one sitting in storage. She haggled hard but eventually managed to pocket the rarity, and delivered it back to Ezra. Sabine helped modify it fit to properly, and to Ezra's delight he discovered that the hinges on this leg were motion activated, and could pack an even better punch (or kick) than his previous one.

Ezra hadn't really manage to curb his habit of using his leg as a weapon on occasion, and during such an incident ended up losing leg 2 (much to Hera's despair). Thankfully, Sabine had helped Ezra do enough maintenance on his last two legs that she was confident she could fix up some similar prototypes using her engineering skills. The spectres all contributed to a scrap box that would be used to build replacement legs whenever Ezra ended up losing or outgrowing one. All of them were very dedicated to scouting out parts for him and happy to help with maintenance.

At some point the rebellion had gotten large enough to start having a more organised healthcare system, and Ezra was offered a spot on the surgery waitlist for cybernetics. Ezra was initially hesitant, however, post the incident on Malachor he eventually agreed.

The cybernetic, although not the most advanced for it's time, is connected to his nerves giving him full mobility over the prosthetic. However, it came with it's own new quirks that took some getting used to. Detaching and Reattaching the cybernetic takes between 2-5 minutes to do, and often requires tools to help, rendering it no longer an option as a spontaneous mid battle weapon. As a result there was no longer need for him to cut holes in the left leg of his trousers either.

Ezra doesn't sleep with the cybernetic (same as one wouldn't with a prosthetic) cause it would be hella uncomfortable. On lazy days, he often goes without it, opting to use crutches around base instead. The cybernetic is waterproof, however, in both snow and sand it can sometimes become clogged and stiff, and may need extra maintenance after the mission is complete. The ghost crew is always willing to help pitch in with their engineering expertise (mainly Hera, Sabine and Chopper) or spare part gathering.

Anywho,,, yeah. I hope that sort of answers that question?? I'm not 100% familiar with how prosthetics and cybernetics work in the Star Wars universe so forgive me if some of this info doesn't check out. ( also if u see a spelling mistake,,, no u don't)

[beanarie]

(my take on 8x14-8x15. bucktommy. danger. athena. rooftop. lesgo.)

~

Tommy's lungs have been replaced with a fifty year old vacuum cleaner, constantly going over the same tiny spot again, and again, without doing the actual job. The sound it makes is a little alarming.

"Tommy." Evan sounds like someone dredged a violin from the bottom of the sea and tried playing it, the syllables loud and shrill and discordant. "You're- You're gonna be okay."

"Huh," Tommy says in acknowledgment.

"The air ambulance will be here any second."

"Huh." He lets his gaze slide away to the darkening sky.

"No!" Evan says. "Hey. Hey. Tommy? Look at me." Tommy does. Evan's eyes are full, spilling over. "I didn't mean it. Of course I have feelings for you, okay? I love you. You have to stay with us."

Oh. Tommy arches his back slightly, pushing at the ground with his shoulder blades. Athena yells out and tightens her grip, but those couple of seconds earn him enough air to whisper. "D-Don't start lying to me now."

Evan looks like he's the one drowning at 800 feet. He lays his hand on the side of Tommy's face. "Will you ever get out of your own way?"

Tommy closes his eyes and finds himself in Evan's kitchen, finishing up the scrambled eggs. Evan likes his dry as a bone and with a sprinkling of ketchup. Which is weird, but he's a WASP.

Evan walks in and, god. He's a painting. Tommy can't decide what specific style, but this one would be old, and retroactively held up as an example of queer art because of how lovingly the subject was rendered. The early morning sunlight highlighting the two day scruff on his face, the curls perched on top of his head just so.

Anxiety thrumming in his body like an electric current, Tommy asks for another chance. He doesn't apologize for leaving. He doesn't know if this chance reconnection is strong enough yet to deal with the initial breakup and the issues behind it. But he wants to try. Evan closes the distance between them.

"And- And you're not scared I'll break your heart anymore?"

"Not as much," Tommy confesses. Wait, it's too soon for that. He starts again, more definitively. "No."

"Okay," Evan says, nodding in rapid succession as his tentative smile widens to a grin. "Okay, good. Yeah. Let's do it. Please?"

He's so beautiful that Tommy regrets having to close his eyes when they kiss.

Tommy's back is against the fridge and they're laughing like they did last night, giddy and grateful.

Why is it so bright all of a sudden?

"Tommy?" Evan's hands are splayed along the back of his head, almost supporting his neck. The air feels thin. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Tommy gets a flash of a face. Rendell the aeromedic.

Athena Grant.

A gun.

There's blood in Tommy's mouth. He coughs and doubles over, trying to spit it out. He ends up on the floor, alone and shivering in the kitchen that used to belong to Eddie and Chris Diaz. "Evan?"

Evan is gone, but he can still hear his voice, competing in an amateur chorus with several others. "Come back," he's saying.

[squinch-depraved]

Schlatt tying up reader when they’re drunk please? Like mild cnc

here u go hhngnh (not proof/beta read)

CW: "mild" cnc, intox, bondage?, um a bit of smacking, degrading, AFTERCARE :D

schlatt only felt a little guilty for getting you so drunk you couldn't think straight. it was hard to feel remorse when you looked so good stumbling into his apartment and flopping onto his couch, your dress flying up behind you and exposing your panties for him to see.

"jesus," he muttered, grinning as he realized how easy taking advantage of you would be. it had been a while since the last time he got you this drunk, and he thanked god once again for introducing him to someone who was as into this as he was. something about getting you wasted and mercilessly pounding you, even if you had consented hours earlier, always did it for him. this was the only time he ever let himself act like this; you were the only one he let see him in this state (even if you wouldn't remember it).

"not on the couch, doll, remember? we're going to the bed." you groaned, a long, agitated noise, but stood up and shuffled to his room. he smacked your ass as he trailed behind you, shoving you face down into the mattress and holding both hands behind your back. you struggled feebly, earning a low chuckle from your boyfriend. "be still, you stupid slut," he growled, tearing off his belt and wrapping it around your wrists.

"schlatt, no, please," you whimpered, fumbling for his hand to appeal to his sense of affection for you. but he was cold now, delivering another harsh slap to your rear in an attempt to make you shut up. yelping at the sting, you tried to speak once more before he shoved your face down into the plush bedding.

"be a good little whore for me, won't you? i will hurt you." with that, schlatt ripped off your underwear and pulled down his own boxers, slamming into you forcefully and groaning in pleasure whenever you let out a moan loud enough to be heard through the mattress. "fuck, you feel good. just like a hole should," he chuckled. you were slipping now, unable to hold yourself up enough for him to fuck you like he wanted. after a few minutes, he pulled out and yanked you up by your hair, smiling cruelly at how you writhed in pain. slowly he positioned you up by the headboard, tying you to it with a piece of rope that stayed in his nightstand.

"please," you begged, unable to keep your head from nodding forward and hanging low. "'m so tired..."

schlatt let out a cackle. "you think i give a shit?" he spread your legs apart aggressively and bent them back so he could toss them over his shoulders as he slid into you again. "all you're good for is makin' me feel amazing, i could not give any less of a damn how you're doin'."

a strangled wail left your lips as he put you in a mating press and drilled into you, hitting so deep with every thrust you thought he was going to break you. "please!!!" you were screaming now, thrashing your arms desperately against the headboard. all you wanted was to dig your nails into his back- or sleep, that would work too- but schlatt had other plans for you for the night.

"stop fucking moving," he spat, using one hand to grip your throat. it didn't take long before the pressure rendered you docile, eyes rolling back into your head as you went still for him. "tha's what i thought." he muttered the last bit under his breath, letting your neck go and taking your face in his hand. squeezing your cheeks together as he forced you to look him in the eyes brought you back a little bit, and you realized how close you were to cumming.

"close!! closecloseclo-" you were cut off by a smack, tears forming in your eyes from the impact.

"shut the fuck up!! i literally just said i didn't care how you felt, god, you're stupid," schlatt spoke through gritted teeth. he kept pounding you through your orgasm, tossing his head back at how good your walls felt as they spasmed around his length. "mmm, fuck, you're so tight." you let out a frantic moan in response and clenched again, determined to make him spill inside you so you could finally go to bed.

"fuck," he hissed, screwing his eyes shut and slamming into you a bit faster. "'m gonna cum. ohhh, fuck, doll!" he gripped your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he released, collapsing onto you after letting your legs bend normally again. you whined at how heavy he was on top of you, but ultimately, there was nothing you could do but wait for him to catch his breath and move.

once he did, he swiftly untied you and carried you to the bathtub, stripping you of any clothes left before starting a bubble bath for you and bringing you a water bottle.

"here, toots," he mumbled gently, tilting the container so you got some to drink. after you had rehydrated, he began the usual routine of washing your hair for you, joking softly as he did, making you feel so loved after how filthy he just treated you.

"i'm tired," you complained as he wrapped you in a towel while the tub drained.

"then c'mon, doll, let's go to bed. you did so good for me tonight." with a kiss to the top of your head, he tucked you in and flopped down next to you.

i gotta buy a gag for this stupid slut, he thought to himself as he drifted off.

[eccentricallygothic]

Can we get more ellie and abby content? If u dont mind of course!! I just love the way u write them hehe luv u💞💞

Yes, you can! And thank you so much, I am just gay asf for them 🥴

Alright then, sluts. Let's do this!

Warning(s): D/S dynamics, Strict Mommy!Abby, Sadistic Miss!Ellie, possessive behavior, dacryphilia, use of strap ons, pet names, power imbalance, humiliation, doggy style, overstimulation, use of ball gag, spanking, brat taming. MDNI.

Your nose itched from how it stung each time a thick drop surfaced over one of your eyeballs before collecting along the length of your waterline and then eventually slipping down the side of your face. The 3D floral pastel green dress that you had been excited to wear ever since Abby had brought it back from a scavenging mission was no more than a pile of heartbreaking tatters in front of you as you defeatedly fingered one of the frills that made up for its arm straps. 

“It's okay, babygirl” Abby cooed from where she was crouching beside the corner of the bedpost upon which you lay on your chest while weeping over the ruined article. “I promise you will have a new one real soon. Mommy will go further out if she has to, yeah?” The young woman kept trying to console you like she had been doing so for the past hour. But it wasn't doing either of you any good. 

The sight before you was too harsh. Too unfair. Too final.

“C'mon, babygirl. I know how you felt about it and I know how rare they are but it was just a dress” Abby's fingers were coiled around your locks while her short nails soothingly scratched at your tense scalp. “But you're gonna cry yourself sick if you don't stop soon” her eyes were sympathetic but at the same time utterly nonchalant towards the ball gag that both stretched your jaw and rendered you mute. 

“Leave the brat be” Ellie's stern voice came from behind you as you felt her scarred fingers tighten against your flesh from where they held your hips while her own snapped at an unforgiving pace to pound the vibrating strap-on in and out of your throbbing cunt. “If she thinks some tears are gonna absolve her disobedience and talking back then she's dead wrong” the cruel rap she gave to your blushing ass made you jump before another tear rolled out of your eye because of how your sensitive spot was punched in with the thick tip of Ellie's cock. 

She let you feel the vibrations for a couple moments before she pulled back just to pound into you again. You tried to babble out an apology around the gag, your cheek continuously rubbing against the relatively soft bedding from how your knees were being forced to rock back and forth with every loud smack of wet flesh against the material of the strap on. Ellie's fingers sought your cunt for the fifth time and you panicked the moment your fucked out brain registered it. 

She wanted another orgasm out of you.

Oh, no.

“Well, yeah,” Abby somberly agreed before she wiped your tears and moved your hair out of your flushed face. “That wasn't very nice of you, baby” the tenderness of her kind mien contrasted that of Ellie in such a way that you felt your insides contract at the realization. The tenderness of the older's featherlight touch was in such stark opposition to the younger's brutal abuse of your poor cunt while her fingers furiously flexed round and round your folds that you felt your loins bubble up yet again. “Mommy and Miss told you not to wear the dress outside the house and you didn't listen, that's no way for a good girl to behave, Princess” your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and your orgasm overcame you. There was heat and vibration everywhere on your body except for the soles of your feet which were ticklish and cold. 

Not only had you worn the short dress but you had argued with both women after some guys and girls had taken notice of you. Paying no mind to their checking you out and complimenting you, which Ellie had insisted was flirting, you had further dug your grave by refusing her demand for you to go change. The whole ordeal had made you grow so irritable that not even Abby's patient explaining had been able to persuade you. And then one thing led to another before a guy leaned a bit too close to you in the food joint and lewdly joked about helping them out with handling you since your brattiness was causing a noticeable ruckus. 

Next thing you knew, Ellie had dragged you home after punching the guy square in the jaw. 

“The brat will learn one way or another” she now spoke from behind you as she spanked you again before hooking an arm around one of your thighs and raising it up in a straight angle.

Forgiveness was not going to come easy.

[cryptic-roach]

REVISE

a. : to look over again in order to correct or improvise

Undertear by @eriscary

Corrupted Tear/Revise by Me :D

Un-rendered version below plus rambling

[Flat color/Unrendered]

Fuck it. (Yassifies your Tear sans /J)

I had so much fun drawing this! I've had the idea for a corrupted Tear sans since I saw him go into that anti-void >:D (although it was admitedly very different) and I'm extremely happy with how my rendering came out since i spent so long on it 😅

So here is my version of the boy, Corrupted Tear aka Revise

Funnily enough whilst coming up with his design, I was more so inspired by Paracelus from Guilty Gear and Ena more than I was of the other error type sanses

His design will probably change some in the future to try and show off the VHS part of his design more ( his eyelights are meant to look the white spinning gears you see on through the front a VHS tape but it didn't really come across in this)

Its got story relevance so I would like it be mire noticable but I think I'll most likely keep this cartoon network kinda color pallete cause I really like it ^^

Anywho, expect more lore and art of this Tear version soon >:)

[dark-and-kawaii]

I would like to request a smut of Zevlor where he’s the human ftav’s first tiefling and he makes her SQUIRT 👀👀 pretty please with cherries on top 🥺

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ Pretty Little Squirter ˖⟡˚౨ৎ⋆

Summary: Zevlor fucks you, his first human, and is amazed at how drunk you are on the pleasure he is giving you. Hells, you’re taking him so well, making such a pretty mess all over him.

♡ Content: NSFW - Squirting - Creampie - Begging - Ridged Cock - Big Dick Zevy - Horn Grabbing - Zevlor Makes You Make A Mess

Notes: LOVE LOVE LOVE!!! Zevlor and squirting just go so well together. He’d give you, his first ever human, the ride of your life with his ridged veiny cock. The way it would make you quiver is unlike anything else.

Your fingers dug into his skin, your whines filling the room as you tried to say how you can’t take his cock anymore. The ridges on it stirring up your insides, making it impossible for you to speak a coherent sentence.

“Ple..Please...Ah..haa!”

“I can stop my dear,” he spoke in your ear, his lips gliding over your sweat drenched flesh.

You didn't want him to stop, your body craving every inch of him. Even when he was this deep inside you, you wanted more, “n’...no! D...d...dont…stop...hnngh!! Ah! Haa! Mmmmph! jus’ S’good.” Your words slurred together, your breath coming in pants as your head rolled from side to side.

“I- I truly don't know what I like more, my dear-“ Zevlor’s paced slowed, his hips rolling slowly against yours, “The sounds you make, the taste of your skin, or the feel of you squeezing me so tight. But the sight of you like this-“ Your eyes shut tightly, your mouth opened in a silent scream, the pleasure so great it rendered you speechless and these words he spoke so confidently… It was a side of him you wished to see over and over again, “The way you move under me, begging me to continue. I am certain it is that sight, it's the one thing that is sure to get me to spill inside you with little effort on my part, but the feel of you- nngh- the feel of your body is truly- haah- the best.”

His lips claimed yours again, the pace of his thrusts returning to what they once were. The ridges on his member stimulating every inch of you. Your walls were quivering around him, your legs shaking and back arching. He pulled away from the kiss, your lips chasing after his. He placed a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, a soft smile tugging at his lips,

“Z-zev-“

“Y-yes, my love?”

“C-close, so close, gonna-gonna-nnngh- cum...”

You took advantage of his tiefling heritage and grabbed hold of his horns, your fingers gripping them tight as you held his face close. His tail coiling around one of your legs to spread you wider than before, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust.

You felt the familiar yet unfamiliar coil in your belly tightening, “H-Haah! Zevlor! Ah-ah-ah! Haaaah!” You had never been with a tielfing before, the way his ridges caught on your inner walls had you seeing stars. And his size, my gods his size was something else entirely. His tail only adding to the sensations with the way he was holding your legs open. Giving him access for his cock to hit deeper and harder with every thrust.

Zevlor was nervous at first, unsure of how to treat a human, you had also been his first after all, first human that is. So afraid he’d cause harm to your fragile little body… He could already see bruises forming throughout your body from how hard he was holding you down… He was sure there’d be a nice tail shaped bruise as well around your thigh.

You were just so fragile compared to his kind, your skin easy to bruise, but the way his heart thumped in his chest with every sound you made, with every expression you made. You were a sight to behold, your body arching for him, your hands gripping his horns tighter with each passing second, you were drunk on the pleasure he was giving you and that knowledge only made him want to give you more.

Your back arched off the bed, your walls quivering and tightening around his cock. A sharp gasp fell from your lips as he bottomed out, your legs shaking, “C-cumming-g-g! C-cu-mming!! Oh gods! Zev-Zevlor!!! Nnnnnngh!!! Ah-hhh! Ha-haaahhhh!”

Just like that, your juices began to gush all over him.

You were screaming and crying, your hands letting go of his horns to grab the blankets, your toes curling as he continued his thrusts, “Zev- Z-zev! T-too much, to much- too much, t-too m-much!! Too much-g-g-g-g, too good! I-I c-can't- can't- can't-can't-can't- can-“ You couldn’t contain yourself, your body acting freely as it continued to drench him with your juices, his thighs and cock completely coated in your essence, the sheets beneath you drenched and ruined.

Zevlor, despite his age, had never seen someone come undone in such a way. Never heard them scream like you did, make a mess like you did, nor plead for more like you did.

Grabbing the sides of your face, Zevlor pressed his forehead to yours, his pace never faltering, “s-so beautiful my dear- s-so- ah- beautiful- nngh- such a s-sight- h-haah- ha-ha- so b-beautiful, so beautiful- you- you- are- so- so beautiful- my love-“

“Zevlor~”

His name on your tongue made him come undone completely. His hips pressed into yours as he came. His tail constricting around your leg tighter. A loud groan falling from his lips as he pumped his seed deep within your walls, his hips rolling against yours as his eyes screwed shut, his sharp teeth baring as he continued to cum, his seed coating your insides completely as more continued to spill inside you.

His breath was shaky as he slowly pulled out, his cum leaking from your cunt. Zevlor was still amazed at the mess you had left behind, the sheets really were ruined… He smiled to himself, you had taken him so well. His hands grabbed your legs gently as he placed a soft kiss on each thigh before laying down beside you, his arms pulling your back flush against his chest.

He was in love with a human, and he couldn’t care less about what others might think.

[withahappyrefrain]

For the prompts, how about number 7. I like it when you tell me what to do? I can just imagine Jake saying that to Venus 😏

Everyone say thank you to Helena for giving me a reason to write the Jeep Wrangler fucking fic! Want to read more about Jake and Venus? Click here!

"Get in the car."

The four words are music to Jake's eyes. It doesn't matter that it's been said in a hushed, demanding tone. In fact, that makes it all the more better.

He nods, quickly getting out a couple twenties from his wallet to give to the bartender. Venus grabs his free hand, leading him away from the bar, away from all those who were trying to flirt with him.

Jake didn't flirt back, he would never. And while she knew that, it didn't stop the green eyed monster from coming out.

But rather than yelling or throwing drinks, she had found a better way to deal with jealousy.

"Get in the back." Her breathing is ragged from kissing him, hands on his chest to press him against the car door.

"I like it when you tell me what to do," Jake smirks.

"I can tell by your raging boner," she remarks, her fingers unbuttoning the top three of his shirt, allowing the silver chain around his neck to glisten in the moonlight.

With anyone else, Jake would have been embarrassed. But with Venus, it just eggs him on. Over two years now and it's still mesmerizing the effect she has on him, her effortless ability to render him so quickly.

"What can I say V," he leans down to be at eye level with her, "You're fucking gorgeous."

She tries to fight back a smile, her eyes closed, fingers seemingly frozen on his shirt.

"Get in the car before I take you right here Seresin," She mutters, trying to sound demanding. It helps that she's brushing her raised left knee against his growing bulge.

"Anything for you Venus." He places a gentle kiss on her warm cheek before opening the door, following her orders quickly.

As soon as he sat down, she was all over him. Her amber eyes remained locked on his face as she lowered herself down into his lap.

"Oh fuck," Jake groaned upon feeling her bare, wet core grind against his denim covered crotch, "W-when did you take those off?"

"When that blonde was flirting with you," Venus said before sinking her teeth into his unmarked neck.

Fuck military regulations.

Jake's head tipped back, practically presenting himself for her, "God, she was trying so hard. Can't-fuck-can't hold a candle to you V."

A whimper leaves her kiss bitten lips, her hips rolling against his at a near frantic place.

"Need you Jake," she says against his skin. A constellation of bite marks and developing bruises now littered across his pale neck.

"I-I got ya V." One of his hands cupped the back of her neck, allowing him to crash his lips against hers. The other went down, underneath the hemline of her sundress, fingers searching.

A loud moan fell from her lips when his fingers found her soaked entrance, quickly thrusting inside her. It was fast and hard, desperate pants coming from both of them quickly filling up the Jeep Wrangler.

She places a hand against the cool glass to support her as she grinds down against his fingers, thighs shaking from pleasure.

"Fuck you're clenching me so hard. Don't know if I can get a third one in," Jake chuckles.

Her available hand wraps around the silver chain he has on, tugging on it. The pressure around his throat, the way it decreases the amount of oxygen he can take in, causes Jake's cock to throb.

"D-don't know if you'll be able to put your cock in me before coming," She grunts against his lips.

"Think you just want me r-real bad V." His voice is shaking, his cock aching for some kind of relief.

"Want to ride your cock and watch you fall apart underneath me." Her hands fly to his zipper, undoing it and the top button. Jake shimmies his hips, his pants and boxers down to his thighs.

He pulls out of her, using his slick-covered fingers as lubricant for his cock. It wasn't the same with his fingers than hers. He knew if he asked she would, but that took away time Jake could spend being inside her.

She lets out a sharp gasp when the thick head of his cock brushes against her entrance. Venus wishes she would get use to it by now, the last thing Jake needs is another ego boost. But god, he's so big and it feels so good to be filled by him again.

Once he's fully inside, he stills, waiting for her to speak, to tell him it was okay.

"Jake, I swear if you don't fucking move-"

There it was.

The sound of skin slapping against skin combined with the little ah-ah-ah's quickly fill up the car, the windows now foggy from their actions.

"How-shit-how do you feel so tight every time?" Jake is barely able to ask, his head buried in the crook of her neck.

Her fingers find his blonde hair, gripping the soft strands for purchase. A witty comeback dies on the tip of her tongue when his cock brushes against the spot that makes her see stars.

Her tight walls clamp down on his cock, causing Jake's eyes to roll to the back of his head. God he loves this, loves being consumed by her and only her. The idea of someone else was absurd. Venus knew this, Jake had make it abundantly clear.

But damn if he didn't love the unexpected benefits of jealousy.

Somehow, his fingers are able to find her aching clit, drawing circles on the bundle of nerves.

"Oh fuck! Jake, fuck!" The worry of being too loud has gone out the door. In fact, she would love for one of those girls to try to find Jake, only to see her riding his cock.

The very thought causes her to increase the speed she's raising and lowering her hips. Jake's are desperately trying to meet hers, thrusting upwards.

Sometimes Venus and Jake liked taking their time, liked trying to make each other fall apart in a unspoken competition to see who would crash first.

But this was desperate. Bob and Maeve had probably returned from the bathroom (how those two thought they were slick was beyond Venus) by now. She also just wanted to feel him, to be full of him.

And Jake wanted the same thing.

She comes first, Jake having to wrap an arm around her waist to help her stay upright as she shakes against him. He keeps thrusting, wanting to prolong her pleasure, wanting to feel her tight walls hug his cock for as along as possible.

"C-c'mon Seresin. Wanna....wanna be full of ya."

Her words tip him over, the back of her thighs flushed against the top of his as he comes undone. Jake's really thankful he parked in the back of the lot, away from other cars.

Venus rests her head on Jake's shoulder, his arms wrapped around her waist, bodies pressed together. For the next few minutes, they just sit like that as they catch their breath.

"Sh...should we go back inside? Like soon?" Jake asks, breaking the silence.

Venus shrugged, "I mean, Bob and Maeve can keep themselves entertain with each other, so I'm not worried."

"If you're not worried, then I'm not worried," Jake says before pressing a kiss to her warm forehead.

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Happy new year

I started this blog in march hoping others would also find it fun, and it was definitely a success! I've enjoyed seeing all of your ships, the propaganda and the occasional people who go crazy for them in the notes.

I suffer from pretty severe social anxiety and RSD so I would jump in my seat everytime I got an ask in the beginning, but over time I got used to having these interactions, both good and bad. I feel more comfortable expressing myself and standing up for my opinions now (unfortunately for you...). Jack has bullied me a few times for insisting that mutuals are basically the same as friends, but many interactions have made me feel less alone. Speaking of mutuals*, I didn't expect to have so many positive interactions with blogs like @/new-proshipping-polls or @/rpf-shipping-polls, which were both things I felt negatively about in the beginning. (*I say mutuals but I don't actually follow those blogs.... fake fan... D: I just look at them regularly)

2024 Highlights

Most votes - Delia Ketchum/Jessie from Pokémon. This poll reached almost 12,000 votes after Kiana Mai shared it on twitter, rendering me useless for the next hour as I was busy fangirling.

Highest percentage (ship) - Falin Touden/Marcille Donato from Dungeon Meshi with 86,8%. One of the first submissions I got and it probably made the blog grow quicker. I was convinced by the propaganda and voted yes, and after watching the anime, I'm not disappointed at all.

Highest percentage (neutral) - Mario and Peach with 40,2% votes for neutral. The ship option was very close behind, though!

Highest percentage (don't ship) - Momo Yaoyorozu/Mineta Minoru from My Hero Academia with a whopping 79,2% votes for "don't ship it". Since this was intended as a joke poll, I'll give you the next highest, which was Zuko/Yue from ATLA with 70,9%. Sorry to whoever submitted this rarepair.

My favourite poll - Lee Everett/Senshi from April Fools, purely because of my mistake when editing the picture. I didn't know anything about Dungeon Meshi at the time and assumed he was normal height. This still makes me laugh so I'll say it's my favourite.

That's what I can come up with for now.

So thanks for sticking around and reading this if you did. I've got fun stuff coming up in January hopefully. Have a good new year.

[eybefioro]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS @ghostsparrow 💛💛💛

The TNAN server hosted a secret santa, and Sparrow said he love pirates AUs and space AUs. I immediately thought about treasure planet, so here it is <3 thank you @captainblou for organising it!!!

Wacky races - fairly odd parents - powerpuff girls - scooby doo - adventure time - Cowardly dog - JJBA

(Time-lapse and ramblings under the cut)

Extra long Time-lapse this time as a THREAT.

I remember NOTHING about Treasure Planet's plot, but the ✨️Aesthetics✨️ are seared in my brain forever. I mean-

HOW COOL IS THAT. I love this retrofuturistic(?) Style, the mix between robots and cyborgs and SPACE with uniforms and SHIPS. It's just soooooo good.

I didn't really followed 100% this Disney style, more the idea of it. I've been trying to find my footing and draw stuff without replicating each stylistic choice. Idk if I succeed or not but it was fun!

One thing about this is that even if it's not perceptible here, the perspective is a bit huh... different. I had to figure it out by trial and error, and this end up having 4 focal points.

(Sorry this prob doesn't make that much sense but it was the only way for me to show it lol)

DO YOU SEE THOSE NICE RED AND GREY LINES?? I learned how to use rulers on ibispaint and NOW I AM UNSTOPPABLE. I know how to draw perspective by hand, on paper, but on my phone it was impossible. The screen is too small, and the precision too crappy since I don't have a proper pen. But now with this thing I can assure the line is straight and that direction is right, and now I can do nice perspectives hell yes!

This drawing I did of muriel and Eric is were I was testing stuff out. The rulers, the perspective, the not copying any style thing.

I'm not super satisfied with the end result of this perspective here, bc I wanted to make something more warped, more dynamic/stretched but I really don't know how to do that yet so simple perspective it is lol

This drawing was also supposed to accompany a fic, but it took me too long to do this, so I didn't had the time to write it. Maybe one day...

Now with details that I liked:

STAR FRECKLES THAT FLOAT OVER CROWLEY'S FACE! Also he needs sunscreen. Have tou seen his thighs? LMAO

The rendering g on Aziraphale’s clothes! Especially the trousers. I think this might be my best clothes that I painted so far. I'm getting better at this :D I was inspired by Aziraphale’s bastille and Edinburgh looks, + Mr Fell magician cape (and also the uniforms from treasure planet). I hope it looks OK in the end, I had too much fun mixing all this together lol

Earth colonised by two opposing forces. I spent too long playing with this concept and how to draw it lol I hope it looks nice!

[mrnightingale]

Hey! I just discovered your blog, and I love your art style!

If you're still taking requests, could I request Payneland snuggling on the office couch, with Edwin reading to Charles?

(And if you're no longer taking requests, have a lovely day!)

Ok, so, today I woke up so fucking tired and I'm still very sleepy, I feel without energy and, yeah. Very tired, me. I even burned myself w my morning tea bc I didn't have the energy to hold the cup strong enough and ended up spilling it all over myself. I'm an idiot. (I'm okay now, it was really hot but most of it ended up in my clothes and I just had a burn in my arm that won't let marks, I put it under cold water and some ice and a cream and all that. I'm fine, I almost don't feel it anymore). But yeah, I'm tired today.

I struggled a lot w the anatomy for incredibly absurd reasons, it's not even that difficult, but it wasn't working and I don't know how to render this, Charles doesn't look like him, usually it's very easy for me to pick the colors and I still don't like it— it's not working. Today I am not working. So, I'll take a nap or smth and then finish it properly. I like it tho, it looks cute, it has more or less the vibe I wanted, so, this is a WIP. I'm trying to take care of myself, right? Well, I need some rest, relax a bit, and then I'll do it.

Btw this is really cute, I love payneland! They make me smile! It's been a while since I've been wanting to draw them cuddling and reading and having a nice, soft, heartwarming moment, they deserve it, and so do I, so I want to enjoy it.

And yeah, I'm still taking requests for anyone who would like me to draw smth! I want to draw Monty and the Cat King and put them in ✨outfits✨ so if anyone finds any outfit or clothing, accessories, etc that remind you of them my ask box is open :D