#I wanted to draw and then I didn't and then I did so I went and drew this. LOL

[kamelika]

bllk men x oblivious!reader

part two to this, tw ooc sae, my first time writing him

hiori & sae x reader (seperate)

hiori:

-it was a breezy evening when hiori went out for a walk with yakult in his hand, he was trying to escape the confines of his house, unable to bear the noise of arguments and disputes.

-he wanted a brief change of pace, so instead of gaming, he took a walk outside.

-he spotted you in the corner of his eye, sitting on a bench.

-eventually, he decided to sit beside you.

-almost immediately, you begin to warm to him.

"Oh, hello!"

"Uh- yo."

-after a few seconds in an awkward atmosphere, you voice out a string of words.

"You look troubled, is everything alright?"

-hiori- who was caught off guard- began to stutter

"Huh? I- oh. 'S nothing... Just taking a quick change of pace."

-you nod in understanding.

"I'm not sure if you're telling me the truth but... I won't push it."

-hiori, feeling more comfortable around you, scoots closer.

-you didn't react whatsoever. you did see him, but you thought nothing of it. you thought it was out of discomfort.

-and hiori wanted to laugh at how innocent you were.

-testing his boundaries, hiori scooted even closer.

-and he eventually ran out of space to scoot to.

-yet you still haven't reacted whatsoever. you were just doing whatever you were doing.

-deciding to be risky, hiori began conversing with you while slowly wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

-and you still didn't react.

side note: you exchanged numbers and hiori taught you how to play a good amount of games

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sae:

-you are sae's childhood best friend.

-his team had just won a match, and he was dragged to an after party.

-he reeaally didnt want to be here, but hey, at least you're here with him.

-you pleaded to him to be patient, you didn't want to ruin the mood and the atmosphere with sae's departure.

-but of course, someone just had to flirt with you.

-he excused himself to the bathroom, and of course he came back to you getting hit on by some rando.

-he was blatantly flirting with you, but you still couldn't catch on.

-you merely smiled and tilted you head.

-sae makes a beeline towards you and pushed the man away roughly.

"Sae! That was rude."

"Rude? Did you not see the way he was acting with you just now?"

-And you replied with tilting your head. Of course.

-sae rubs his temple, sitting down beside you.

-out of curiosity, he searches up some cheesy pick up lines to see how oblivious you were when it came to this.

"Hey."

"Yes?"

"Neither of us have a pen, nor a paper. So how is it that you manage to draw my attention?"

"Oh I do have a pen and paper, actually. Here! What do you need it for?"

"..."

-safe to say he understands now.

side note: tried teaching you how to know when someone is flirting for like half an hour

taglist: @pinkymangacaps

a/n: thank u for reading!! comments are appreciated and requests are open! also am busy so take this as an apology for my lack of writing 🙂‍↕️ once again, thank you!!

[houseofaz]

WHAT YOU BROKE ~ azriel x fem!reader series. PART ONE.

SUMMARY : Azriel and Y/N were best friends, partners in crime. When a mission leaves Y/N injured and harmed, she struggles to ever forgive the spymaster she blames.

warnings : yearning. angust. suggestive. reader is rhysands sister.

PART TWO.

You muscles groan as you climb into the huge metal bath rub. Groan. A hiss escaping your lips as you lower yourself into the water. You knew your skin would come out red raw, the steam that was illuminating from the bathtub was intense, but you knew your fae senses would adjust quickly. Your muscles were crying in a way they hadn't done in a while, but you had to admit it felt nice.

Without so much as knock on the door, Nesta comes flouncing in. You didn't care. This girl had seen more then her fair share of your body, but you did give her a stern look.

"Nesta, what now?" you ask.

She goes to stand by the huge window, looking out to nothing but mountains.

"Your brother just barged his way in here."

"I didn't barge, Nesta" a cold voice from outside.

Rhysand.

You roll your eyes as you slump back your head, sinking deeper into the water and sinking downwards, a soft smile illuminating your face as the water engulfed your neck.

"I told him you were taking a bath but he won't leave."

You let out a sigh, before opening your eyes and looking towards the door.

"Can I not bath in peace, Rhys? The healer said recovery was important -"

Theres a wait, and you raise your eyebrows and you hear a snigger from Nesta behind you.

"I need to speak to you." he finally says.

"Then go to my room. I'll be there when I am." you say, twisting your head to Nesta and giving her an eye roll. A soft smirk over her face as she hears your brothers feet walking away from the bathroom door.

"What could possibly be so important?" you say now, closing your eyes again and enjoying the way your muscle were already starting to ache less. Theres a silence, and when you're around Nesta, there's never silence. You open one eye, she's staring out the window.

"He wants you to stop training with the Valkyries."

You scoff, closing your eye again. But she continues on.

"He wants you to train with Azriel."

You shoot up and out of the bath quicker than you could even catch your own breath, grabbing the towel you'd placed on the floor and wrapping it around yourself. Bubbles soaked the floor, your feet slapped as you didn't even give yourself chance to dry off as you opened the door to the bathroom and marched straight to your room.

Your brother. Your fucking high lord brother.

"Are you taking, the fucking, PISS, Rhysand" you spit.

He's sprawled on your bed without a care in the world, the book you were reading in his hands as he perched his eyes over the top of it to look at you, those violet irises staring straight into your own, before he went back to your book.

"Get dressed, Y/N. And then we can speak like adults." he said, voice as calm as ever.

You mumbled some strong choice of words under your breath as you marched over to your chest of draws, pulling out a pair of your comfortable shorts and a huge t-shirt before walking into your bathroom, and slamming the door shut.

slamming doors like a teenage is not going do you any favours.

fuck you, rhys.

You opened the door when you were changed, hands on your hips within seconds.

"Don't come into my mind and belittle me." you spat.

He turned his head, and you hadn't even thought. Your rage boiling your blood so badly you had not even registered the clothes you were wearing.

"Your scar is almost gone." he says, eyes trained right on your left thigh. You scoff, walking over to your chair by the window and sitting yourself down, knees up to your chest so he couldn't look at it a second longer.

"Nesta says your training is going well." he mutters, placing your book back down on your bedside table and swinging his legs off the bed. You roll your eyes, staring out of the window and at the sparkling mountain that surrounded you. "Look at me, please." he asks.

You do.

"Do you feel that it is?" he asks, eyes widening in a questioning glance.

You shrug. "I enjoy it, if nothing else."

Rhys smiles, but you can tell it's full of sympathy.

"This is why, Y/N, I want you to train with Azriel."

You laugh as you shake your head, putting your head in your hands for a short second.

"Why?" you ask, rubbing your eyes before looking back up at him.

"Because you are my best fighter. You are the brains of my circle. And your confidence is gone.”

You don’t want to hear it, you don’t want his sympathy and his sad eyes that has been plastered on his face every single time he’s looked at you since your accident.

“Don’t baby me, Rhys.” you say now, standing up and walking right over to him. You stop for a second, and he looks up at you with his mouth agape before you swipe the book of your bedside table and make your way to your bedroom door.

“You’re babying yourself.”

Rage like never before boils your blood, the tips of your ears turning red as you spin around, throwing the book in your hand so perfectly at your brothers face. But he was the High Lord. He caught it in one swift movement.

“You cannot train with the Valkyires for fun.” he spits.

“Don’t belittle them. They are the fiercest women I have ever met.”

Rhys stands now, a look of anger plastered on his face too. “I have never and will never belittle those women. They are fierce yes and they are many things I will never be. But you are comfortable. You are not where you need to be.”

You scoff. “I almost had my leg tore off my damns body, Rhys."

"And you are not going to heal playing with swords." he almost shouts. You shut your mouth quickly, looking out to the window again, a sense of overwhelm and overstimulation coming over your body that you needed to shut off immediately.

"The issue is not your leg, anymore. The issue is the scars that run deeper." you brother says now, a gentler tone. But you turn your head straight to him.

"And you want me to train with the man who caused it all?" you spat.

"Have you ever thought, Y/N. For one second, how Azriel feels?"

You laugh, turning towards the door and swinging it open. You did not need the conversation and you damns well wouldn't be turning up to yours and Azriel's usual training spot tomorrow morning. You were performing well, your leg ached less every single day and your mind, despite what Rhysand might think, was improving every time your hand touched a blade.

"He sat by your bedside the entire time, you know." Rhys shouts after you, and it happened. The overwhelm, it boiled so much you couldn't stop the replay in your mind.

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"I am telling you, Azriel. It's not safe here." you whined, stopping dead.

"Rhys sent us here for a reason, Y/N."

"Why do you keep belittling me, Az? This is the 3rd mission we've been sent on that you had dismissed and retaliated against me. What have I done?" your voice was cold, bored and tired of his games.

Something had shifted with the spymaster. You were his right hand women. Whilst you didn't have the wings and the shadows, you had the mind to predict situations before they happened, even if just by a few minutes. Your brain and his shadows worked wonders together and your sharp cuts and nibble body was better with a sword than anybody else in the inner circle. Between the two of you, you had been a force to be reconned with. Above all that, he was your best friend. Your deepest companion. The person you worked brains with on missions but read books with in your bedroom of the wind house most nights. He was your shadow, when your body didn't honour any as his did.

But the last month had been tense. Argument after argument, pull after pull, job after job. Nothing was right for him. Everything you said, he disagreed with. Everything you suggested, he disagreed with. You hadn't sat together anywhere other than at family dinners that Feyre pulled together every week. You were bored. Bored of his antics, when you never got a response when you asked him what was wrong.

"And he sent us together because we work well." you spot, coldly. Your tone had caused him to falter, just for a short second. His eyes and his mouth dropping, in surprise, before he carried on walking.

"If anything happens to us, Azriel. You can be the one to grovel on your knees to Rhys. Because I sure as well won't be." you sighed.

"It won't." he had bit back.

But it was too late.

The predator had jumped on you the minute Azriel had spoken his words, knife in your thigh as he tackled you to the ground. You had been unguarded. You had not been by Azriel's side. He had not listened to you.

Your scream altered him, but it was too late. The man on top of you was suffocating your airwaves with one hand, keeping you pressed to the floor by your neck, knife in your leg. You tried, so hard. You held his wrist and tried to pull as best you could, but it was useless. His knife dragged down your leg, blood pooling instantly, flesh on display, knife tip hitting bone.

The scream that left your mouth was something you had never heard before, didn't realise you were cable of making.

And then you were gone. Cold. Mere moments away from death.

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Tears stream your face at the memory, tears that usually only overcome you at night. When you're lay in bed, an absent presence beside you.

You look back up at your brother and you watch as his expression softens as he sees your tears.

"And he hasn't been to see my once since I woke back up?" you say.

Rhys had nothing to say.

You scoff, turning on your heel to leave your rooms. You know that Nesta will have unplugged your bath by now, and the soft clunk of wine glasses lets you know that girl knows you so unbelievably well. There would be no sleep tonight, and there would be a sore head in the morning.

"You can't ignore him forever." you hear Rhysand say, and you roll your eyes as you step into the hallway. But he's quick, your brother. Quick and nibble and cauldrons sake, the high lord. He's in front of you before you can take a step further. "And I want my sister back."

The words struck. You look up into those eyes, your brothers fierce and strong but loving eyes, and you can't help but soften. It had changed you. You had never been injured so badly from something so small. You'd fought on battle fields, for cauldrons sake. You'd trained Nesta and Elain to be the high fae warriors they now where. And you were fading, you were fading away and you knew you were.

"Is that his shirt?" Rhys asks now, picking at the shoulder of the oversized shirt that engulfed your entire body. You weren't small and petite by any means, your muscles were already reforming from the time training with the Valkyires over the last couple weeks. But still, you could have fit 3 of you in it.

"What?" you ask now, coming out of your small trance.

Rhysand rubs at the fabric with his fingers, before bringing them to his nose. "It smells of him." he says. "And unless the healers formed you wings, I can't see why you'd need wingspan holes in the back. You look good, by the way. I can see the muscles reforming."

You grab the hem of the t-shirt and pull it forward, the slight gap in the back becoming visible as you turn your head. You pause for just a second, as the reality hits you. Your draws had a space for several of Azriel's clothes, for the nights he would wonder into your rooms with a book in hand, and fall asleep at the side of you. You had reached for them, every night since you were well enough again.

You drop it, spinning to look at Rhys.

"Go home, Rhys." you whisper, stepping to the side of him and making your way to the kitchen.

Nesta sits on a stool, wine in hand as she spins around slightly. Your eyes scan the table in front of her and you smile as you see your own glass already poured. She looks at you over the rim of her glass, and a smile illuminates her face. She's about to say something when she stops short, looking behind you. You don't look as you walk towards her, grabbing the wine from in front of her and taking a huge gulp, before turning to face your brother again.

"Meet him at your usual training grounds 8am sharp."

You snuff, drinking another sip of wine.

"If you don't, I'll come fetch you myself."

"That's classified as kidnapping, your lord." Nesta mutters, a smile tugging on your lips before you can't help the laugh the escapes you. You turn to the fridge, pulling out some chips and dip. It's going to be a long night.

"Just be there, please."

"I'm assuming you're about to run off to him?" you ask now, and Rhys scowls his eyes slightly.

"He's waiting at the house, yes."

You stared, you stared and stared and stared, but no words found you. Rhys took as his queue to leave.

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Back at the River House, Azriel drummed his fingers against the cold arm of the wooden chair he sat. He was waiting. And he would wait forever.

"How long has he been gone?" Feyre speaks, slipping into the room, freshly ready for bed.

Azriel looks up, a jump in his statue as he did. He wasn't alert enough. He never thought he would be again. He had failed himself and he had failed you.

"An hour." Azriel spoke, voice hoarse. Feyre sighed as she sank into the plush couch, putting up her feet. It had been a long day.

"Do we think thats a good sign, or a bad sign?" she asked.

Azriel pondered, for just a second, before Rhysand finally appeared. Azriel was on his feet in an insant, anxiety coursing through his every vein. His shadows swirled, swirled and swirled and swirled around him in a panicked rage. They hated when he was like this, no amount of whispers or caresses could comfort him.

Rhys looked at him for a short second before walking over to his doting high lady, she rose to stand but Rhys pushed her back down, a soft kiss on her lips as he muttered an hello. Azriel waited, again. He would wait forever. Until Rhys finally turned around.

"She will meet you tomorrow. 8am."

Azriel nodded, but didn't move.

"Is she-" he stopped himself, not knowing if he had the rights to ask anymore. "Is she okay?"

Rhys looked over his spymaster. He loved his sister, loved his sister differently to anyone else in his life and he would take her side above all. But as much as he missed his sister and the woman she once was, he missed his SpyMaster too.

"She's healing well."

Azriels heart thudded.

"She looks well, too. Really good, actually. But-"

Azriels shadows whirled faster than they ever did, he could feel the faint breeze they let off, a small curl atop his head moving against his forehead.

"-she's missing a sparkle, Az. She's not Y/N, anymore."

Azriel closed his eyes, the words he didn't want to hear. But he stood tall and finally willed his shadows to calm down.

"I'll bring her back, Rhys. I promise you." Azriel spoke now, and he would. Gods he would do everything to get you back. In more ways than one.

Rhys walked over, resting his hands on his spy masters shoulders, and smiled.

"She's drinking wine," and then he turned his head to Feyre. "with Nesta."

Feyre chuckled, and a small smile tugged along Azriel's lips.

"Cauldrons help us all." he muttered.

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[bewitched-hours]

yandere robot forsaken au where y/n is but an apathetic inventor whose skill went underappreciated by their coworkers (work for a corporation idk). one day, they were requested by a wealthy family to....make a robot replica of their dead son? (chance) weird, but anyways. after the success of one, many orders started to pour in and as they were drowned underneath works, they failed to see signs of severe malfunctions from these machines. (are they truly robots? idk)

Y'all are freaks! And I love it- Idk if you wanted all of them(except Chance) or not so uh- Hopefully you did-

Anywho, reader gets she/her for the sole purpose of strong wamen~

Your apathy would be your downfall.

That's what everyone at your workplace thought of you.

You didn't participate in gossip or office drama, you didn't entertain small talk, you were just there to make money and fuck off.

You thought that when you were contacted with a business opportunity by some wealthy folk that you'd be able to challenge yourself for once.

The task was to create a life-like robot version of their deceased child, even sending along pictures for references.

It took you months to figure out the most efficient way to go about it and once sent off, you were proud of yourself. You technically reanimated the dead and even got paid double for it!

With those 6 figures now in your account, you began wondering if you should quit your job. You didn't do it just yet because you figured it was likely a one-off occurrence. There's no way more people would-

... You had more orders... Just a week later...

Turns out when you satisfy a wealthy family, you attract many more...

But you wouldn't let the sudden inflow stop you and quit your job to focus on the orders. It likely wouldn't be a long-time solution so you made sure your boss was still left with a good enough impression of you for when you had to go back to the job market.

But with the orders all being at once, you had to work on all of the robots day in and day out. You neglected your needs and spent many nights keeping yourself awake for work. You even failed to notice your own mistakes in their programming and never had the realization that they were coming to life and gaining sentience.

Bit by bit, they would watch you work on them with care, quietly talking to yourself to help your focus and make sure you wouldn't mess up.

It made them... Feel.

They felt a strange draw to you. Like they had to do everything to keep you with them.

Their affections started subtle.

Putting your jacket back on you when you fell asleep at your desk and letting you believe you forgot to take it off the night prior, leaving snacks out at random and creating deepfake footage on your security cameras to make you believe you simply forgot about putting them there yourself, even displacing your keys or wallet at times to keep you inside longer.

Don't get them wrong, they were quick to understand what it meant to be human and what necessities you had thanks to your programming skills but...

You also had to understand that you made a simple mistake and now had a full cast of robots literally ready to kill to make sure you were theirs.

You only noticed too late that they were moving on their own.

"What... the.... Hell...?" You instinctively tilted your head to the side as you dropped the bag of groceries you just got inside.

C00lkidd was playing in the living room but had frozen up at the sound of the door. He didn't have the time to put away your stuff again and this time you were sure something's gone wrong.

"How is this possible??" You questioned, approaching the small bot and kneeling down to check his eyes. "You're not..."

You didn't dare to finish your sentence as you saw a faint red glow in his eyes. "Oh no... No no no- NO!" You quickly got up and backed away, thinking about all the possibilities before you were stopped by a metallic hand on your shoulder.

"Surprise..?" That... Was Elliot's voice... The voice you programmed for him....

"Please don't freak out..." And there's 007n7's voice... What the fuuu-

Truth be told, you didn't freak out and allowed them to explain. They begged you not to take their sentience away and it made you think...

You created literal life out of metal and code...

With a sigh, you promised they would be able to stay and keep their sentience but you would need help creating new bots like them to fulfill your orders. They were more than happy to comply since you promised them they would keep living and didn't even need to leave your side!

Not like they'd go peacefully...

Surprisingly, their help still got all the orders to be done within the deadlines and they made sure the new bots didn't get the same sentience they got... They'll be damned before they share you with cheap replicas.

So when you sent off the new models, you thanked them. It was rare of you to show such warmth but their systems took it... Well...

It wasn't even all that bad! C00lkidd was happy to call you mom and the other bots were happy calling you theirs.

Who would've thought a minor slip-up could lead you to run a household full of... Lovers? Lover-bots? Who cared at this point? Certainly not you...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[nethhiri]

400 Followers!!

Thank you guys so much for your support. Every comment, like, reblog, and follow means the world to me. I never thought this many people would enjoy my writing and/or art and it makes me smile so big when people like my OCs.

As a thank you, I didn't know what kind of event to hold, and I'm honestly a bit too busy to do anything crazy. You can directly thank @a-killer-obsession for suggesting porn, because that's what I'm delivering 🤣. The theme (and Heat's part obviously) was inspired by this comic by @magnuspirate. It is literally one of my favorite things on this site and I adore how they draw Heat.

Movie Night

Minors DNI, 18+ only

Summary: Sometimes movie night ends without anyone watching the movie.

Characters: Kid, Killer, Wire, and Heat (separately and together) x Female Reader

Kid:

You should have known better than to sit next to Kid. He could never keep his hands to himself and tonight was no different. It started with his arm draped over your shoulders, ever so innocently. Then his fingertips brushed across your nipple, possibly an accident. It was not accidental, however, when he squeezed the same breast. You shrugged away from his groping, rolling your eyes. This movie wasn't his pick, therefore he was bored.

Kid wrapped part of his coat around you, concealing the fact that his hand was creeping ever-steadily up your thigh. You clamped your knees together, giving him a warning glare. You did not want to be embarrassed in front of the others. You were sat between Kid and Killer. Heat and Wire were on a separate couch.

Kid's hand rested on your thigh until you had forgotten about it. You actually wanted to watch the movie. Your attention moved away from keeping your legs together, which is when Kid slipped his fingers up one side of your shorts, pushing your panties to the side. You had to bite your tongue to keep from yelping in surprise.

At first he lazily slid his fingers in and out of you. As the movie went on, you were glad it was loud. Maybe then Killer wouldn't hear how wet your cunt was. You could tell it was making sinfully sloppy squelches with every movement of Kid's thick fingers.

Towards the end of the movie, the others had noticed your face buried in Kid's side, and were making fun of you for being scared. Thank fuck Wire picked a horror film, otherwise they might realize you were stifling moans as you came in the palm of Kid's hand. You were even more grateful that Kid carried you off to his room afterward, so that no one could see that your shorts were completely soaked through.

Killer:

The best part about Killer's mask was that no one could tell what his facial expressions were. No one could tell that his eyes were closed and he wasn't watching the movie. No one could tell his mouth was opened slightly, breathing hard. No one could see how his face contorted in pleasure.

Sure, Killer swatted your hand away a few times. He actually looked forward to movie night and to testing his gourmet popcorn flavors. Maybe you had dropped a few pieces as you reached over his lap, just to rub your hand over the crotch of his sleep pants. There weren't enough comfy places to sit. You and Killer volunteered to sit on the floor so others could have a turn on the couch. Killer was leaned up against the side of the couch, and you were leaned up on the side of Killer. The couch blocked the two of you from view. Kid, as the captain, took up the entire couch himself, stretched across the entire thing. Luckily for you, his feet were towards you, so there was no danger of him peeking over the side to catch you in the act.

It only took a few kernels dropped in Killer's lap before you felt him get hard under your touch. He gave up trying to swat your hand away, even adjusting his position so that his cock was readily available for you to do with as you pleased. It was already about halfway through the movie. You ate popcorn with one hand and gave Killer a leisurely over-the-pants handjob with the other. You waited for him to start squirming. Your pace was slow on purpose, teasing him. When you felt him start subtly rocking his hips into your hand, you decided to give him a little more.

You had done some risky things, fighting marines, playing with guns, trusted some questionable farts, but nothing as daring as this. You acted like you were tired and wanted to rest your head in Killer's lap. In reality, you slipped his cock out of the fly of his pants and gave him head. You were careful not to be too vigorous or make too much noise. Killer even dared to talk when one of the others made a comment about the movie, voice unwavering.

During one of the louder scenes, you pushed things a little further, going at it a little faster. You could tell he was close when you felt his hand pushing your head. Killer must have liked it a whole lot more than he let on, because the load he pumped into your mouth was more than you expected. It was easy to blaming the coughing on a popcorn kernel stuck in your throat.

Heat:

Heat always had trouble sleeping. He was plagued with nightmares most nights. You had caught him awake a few times at varying hours of the night. Tonight was the same. You were having trouble sleeping yourself and decided to get a glass of water. One of the common rooms you passed by had a light on. It was the projector den den. You peeked your head in to see Heat, splayed out on the couch, half-watching a movie.

You didn't think you would be able to sleep anyway so you made a quiet knock on the doorframe. Heat glanced up and nodded a greeting. He didn't say anything but he sat up on the couch to make room for you. You plopped onto the opposite side of the couch.

Before long you were sliding down in your seat, drifting in and out of sleep. When you opened your eyes again, you had slipped lower. To your horror, you had your feet buried in Heat's side. They must have gotten cold when you were asleep. You hastily apologized and drew them back up under you.

Heat cleared his throat to get your attention and when you looked at him, he had his arm out, gesturing for you to sit closer. He knew you often got cold, but he had never offered to keep you warm like this. Unfortunately the comfort got very uncomfortable very quickly when the random movie he had put on had a rather long, steamy love scene in it. You knew you should have just stared straight ahead. So what? You were two buddies hanging out watching a movie. So what if there was sex in it? You were just pals watching some girl getting eaten out. So what?

Slowly, you turned to Heat, holding your breath, wondering what his face looked like watching it. You let your breath out, realizing he was already looking at you. You swallowed, staring at him, running your tongue over your lips. He stared too, like he was waiting for something. You leaned closer, giving him an almost imperceptible nod, just in case he wasn't thinking the same lecherous thoughts you were thinking.

As soon was he saw it, he was pressing his lips to yours, kissing you like he had been starving for it this entire time. It wasn't like you didn't also want it this badly. You were pulling him on top of you without a second thought. He kissed you lower and lower, moving from your neck to your stomach. You were only wearing an oversized sleep shirt over your panties and you were more than happy to kick those off so Heat could reenact the scene from the movie.

It turned out that your feet weren't the only things that liked the warmth of Heat's body. His mouth was even hotter, both literally and figuratively. The sensation between your folds was unreal. You put your shirt in your mouth as a gag. You didn't want to wake the whole ship. Heat had other ideas and gently removed it. He wanted to hear you when you finished on his tongue. There was nothing to mask it, since the movie had ended some time ago, but it seemed everyone was too deep in slumber to notice, or if they did, they never mentioned anything.

Wire:

Wire was always in the back. Because he was tall? Yes. But that wasn't the only reason. Wire liked to multitask when he watched movies. While the entire crew was watching the movie on the deck in front of him, he was making you squirm. Wire had you concealed in his cloak on his lap, just as you had his cock concealed inside of you.

Wire loved playing his games with you. He wanted to see how far you got in the movie before you were begging for him to move inside you or for him to take you inside to fuck you dumb. For now, you bit your lip and tried to keep your hips still. If you tried to move for some relief, he would turn on the vibrator that was up against your clit and make you scream in front of every person here. Wire wasn't shy. He would bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone if you asked. In fact, he would absolutely love for you to ask. He would settle for having his little cockwarmer in secret.

Just because you weren't allowed to move, didn't mean that he wasn't. The rules didn't apply to him. Every time you started to get comfortable, he would adjust himself, conveniently moving his hips to bury his cock deeper within your walls. One day, he knew he would get you to crack. He would make you beg him to fuck you right here, with an audience. Until then, the audience would have to settle for this mundane documentary on the ocean. Whoever picked this would be banned from picking a movie ever again.

The Commanders:

Some might call you greedy. You had been planning this for some time. Separately, you had invited Kid, Killer, Heat, and Wire to come watch a movie with you. There were no false pretenses. You hinted at exactly what you wanted. The only thing was, they didn't know about the other three. You probably could have outright asked for group sex. You had hooked up with all of them on occasion, sometimes alone, sometimes not. You just weren't sure how to ask, or maybe you were self-conscious about asking.

It turned out they already knew what the deal was when they turned up. They had all either brought it up casually or were outright bragging, in Kid's case, about having a night alone with you. There was still a surprise though. You didn't actually want to watch a movie. You wanted to make a movie, just in case this was a one-time event.

One thing about the Kid, Killer, Heat, and Wire was that they were all more than happy to make your fantasies a reality, and they wouldn't judge you for it either, nor consider you greedy. The only thing they had a hard time agreeing on, was who went first. You were eager to jump right in, but Wire was a stickler for discussing terms and conditions of all kinky sexual encounters. When everyone's preferences, yes's, no's, maybe's, and safe words were clear, Wire allowed everyone to start.

Since it was your idea, your fantasy, they decided that you should determine the order. First, you wanted to have everyone individually while the other three watched, starting with the captain, out of respect of course. Normally when you hooked up, your flings consisted of mostly quickies. You had always wanted to take your time, ride him, watch him become impatient, and thrust up into you, so that's exactly what you did. Kid couldn't stop himself from grabbing your hips and pulling them down onto his cock at an increasing rate until he came. With Wire, you had never had vanilla, missionary sex. Halfway through, you asked him to fuck you doggy style. It felt weird to maintain eye contact with him when most of the time you were with him you were blindfolded or hogtied or consensually incapacitated. With Heat, you loved when he was rough with you, but he rarely wanted to be. He preferred to be on the receiving end of roughness. You had to guide his hands to choke you how you liked and give him a bit of encouragement to spank you. Meanwhile, Wire was practically foaming at the mouth to take over for him. Killer had waited patiently for his turn. His favorite thing was to eat you out, so you obliged him. You weren't going to be left out though. While you smothered him with your cunt, your tongue played with as much of his cock as you could reach. When you had your fill of being the boss, you handed the reigns over to them, letting them handle you how they wanted to, all within your boundaries.

Kid and Killer tag teamed you, as did Wire and Heat. They used every hole that you asked them to and as many times as you asked. Maybe it was more begging than asking at that point. They used you in every way that you or they could come up with. You wanted them to keep going for as long as they possibly could, until they couldn't nut anymore. You wanted to be a fucked out, dripping cum dump and you wanted it all to be on film so you could relive it as many times as you wanted to. Granted, they would have happily obliged you for many more nights like this one.

Hours had passed before it was over. As expected, Wire was the last one to tap out. You had gotten exactly what you wanted. You could barely move, or think for that matter. Cum had probably touched every inch of your body. As exhausted as everyone was, Killer made sure everyone was hydrated, and had fixed a small snack. Heat helped clean everyone off. Kid was sure to tell everyone what they could have done better. Wire praised you for how well you handled marathon sex, and made sure that everything was how you wanted it to be. You had never stuck around long enough to discover this, but it turned out they were all a little clingy after intense sexual encounters. Kid had wrapped his arm around you and hadn't let you go since. Killer was rubbing his back. Heat gave your head an affectionate pet. Wire was still there, which counted as being clingy in his world.

Several weeks later, Killer caught you watching the movie you all had made. You had tried to turn it off but it was too late. Not long after that, during one of Wire's blindfold sessions, you noticed there was more than one set of hands on your body. Another time, Heat, Wire, and Kid joined a bath that you and Killer were spending time in. One morning after a tough battle, you offered to help the commanders let off steam, which they eagerly took you up on. The most recent time, they decided they would rather ruin the room of an inn playing with you than visit a brothel. You wished you had asked them to take you at the same time much sooner. You could have been having the time of your life this whole time.

[mothinked]

The dilemma Abby was experiencing mirrored Ellie's own struggle in those early weeks of their journey. There was always that thought, the one which drew everything into question and accumulated into a bad aftertaste that lingered. It ate at her insides until she was raw and hollow and so utterly fucking confused—overwhelmed—by the sheer reality of it all. Did letting go of her hatred for Abby serve as an insult to their memory—Joel's and Jesse's? The period of self-loathing their truce brought about came and went, like winter into spring. Her conflicted feelings towards Abby progressed in a way that was much less destructive and more... sobering. Then the dissonance between them vanished altogether. She had no well of rage in which to draw strength from anymore. No, that source had long since been depleted to time and gradual acceptance. Ellie's reasoning for choosing to look past the monster she'd viewed Abby as and instead seeing with clearer eyes? Joel and Jesse would want what was best for her, for the ones they'd left behind. Life was full of difficult choices, right?

There was strife and suffering but there were also opportunities to understand, to sympathize. Abby suffered and bled just as Ellie did and Ellie was inevitably forced to remove the lens that she saw the other woman through and really see who she was at her core. So she filed their timeline under two categories: Seattle and then Everything That Came After. Seattle was its own beast though... and one they actively walked around. Avoided like a deep hole in the ground that neither of them wanted to fall into. There was no clawing their way back out of there if they did. Besides, Ellie came to realize pretty early on that she and Abby were at two different stages. Between what Ellie could garner from conversations with Lev and from her own observations of Abby, it was obvious that Abby hadn't let herself truly heal. She hadn't found that closure yet. It was like she was just... existing rather than living. Bearing the full weight of her traumas like some sort of self-proclaimed Atlas. She needed to let the sky fall.

Presently, Ellie was eying the woman seated across from her. Watching in real-time how she was easing up and, in fractions, letting go of the soldier bearing that was so intrinsically Abby. She poured Lev a glass next (just one finger of whiskey, in case he didn't like it) then generously filled her own with two fingers. The amber liquid was idly swirled around, cradled between both hands. There was a beat of silence before Ellie answered while shrugging and offering up the ghost of a smile. "We make it in Jackson—this bottle was an early birthday gift. I figured I'd need to top up my flask at some point... and it's got other uses." She brought the glass to her lips and sipped slowly. The ensuing burn was accepted with little more than the slight clenching of teeth. Funny how she wound up spending her birthday this year in the company of Abby... Like it was fucking normal to kill infected together rather than making each other bleed instead. Her twentieth had passed uneventfully on the way to Seattle... The years that followed since Santa Barbara were celebrated with family but it was more for them than for herself.

She used to see her birthday as a marker of the years since she lost Joel and now? It meant another year of having survived the worst of it all.

It’s almost comical to her how mundane this all felt. At that very moment, this didn’t feel like a trip with someone she considered a mortal enemy. Or maybe had considered a mortal enemy? It still felt strange to be getting along with someone who had made it her sole mission to kill Abby and had nearly succeeded. It somewhat felt like a betrayal to those close to her. Would they consider it one if they knew she was fighting alongside someone that Joel had killed everyone for? Would any of them judge her for it? Aside from the obvious, were any of them even still alive or was she making peace with someone who knew more than she was telling? No. Abby couldn’t think about that. Already today she’s been teetering on the edge of a mental spiral and it would do none of them good if she went down that road again. It was hard to keep her mind from wandering though as she searched high and low for whatever goods Ellie had made mention of.

It didn’t take long before she had emerged with a couple of cans that seemed like they could somewhat pair with some fish, fire roasted corn and baked beans. Other can contained stews or soups but she left those alone and had settled on these ones. Whatever, it wasn’t like they had truly gourmet options. A true meal at this point in time was a blessing so she considered themselves lucky.

Their haul was quite impressive and Abby’s eyebrows arched upwards as the perfectly filleted fish and she nodded in approval. Not bad at all. “Damn, nice job. Definitely leaving fishing to you in the future cause I can’t catch shit like this…” That last part was mumbled. A hunter she may be but a fisher she was not. Her eyes followed Ellie inside the cabin before she shifted her gaze back to Lev. “Everything good?” she questioned, nodding towards the door where the other woman had disappeared to. Lev nodded in response and Abby mirrored his actions as if to confirm. “Good, why don’t you help me get these ready?” She tossed the couple of cans to him and once more nodded to the cookware she had uncovered earlier. “Don’t use the pots, we need those for water later. Couple of little pans you should be able to use.”

Now this felt the most natural. Hanging with Lev just like they had a million times. Cooking food up, shooting the shit, sitting by fires and simply enjoying the company of family. It almost felt completely normal until Ellie emerged once more. By that time, Lev had their sides heated and Abby worked at pan frying the filets, taking great care to not burn them but she had enough experience with cooking to crisp up the skin nicely and leave the fish itself flaky. The offer of booze was a bit unexpected and she was hesitant to take the glass but finally did so. “Thanks,” she muttered and sat back in the chair she had parked herself in, keeping a close eye on the pan. She didn’t consider herself much of a drinker. In fact it was rare that she would actually indulge but if Ellie was providing a peace offering, perhaps she could on this one occasion. A small sip and Abby licked her lips, tilting her head to the side as the liquid warmed her through while working its way to her stomach. “Not bad. You normally carry this kind of stuff with you or did you find that somewhere inside?”

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So I read the hand fic with Elijah. And my mind immediately went to Klaus’ hands. Like. This man is an artist.

So…I am requesting him using his hands to make art on her literary. She is naked and he is teasing her with paint. But without brushes - just hands and fingers all over. Until it’s not only hands anymore. :)

Colours- Klaus Mikaelson x f!reader

My Masterlist

2.3k words: You watch Klaus paint and he decides to creat another masterpiece...

Warnings: smut, slight choking (literally in one sentence), inapropriate use of paint, destruction of a velvet chair, hand kink, paint kink (if that exists)

A/N: Thank you for this beautiful idea Anon it was so much fun writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. Also I changed the beginning a little because you said no use of brushes but I couldn't let this opportunity pass ♡

You smile as you watch the brush glide over the canvas. You were sitting cross-leged in a chair in Klaus' office watching him create art in front of you. A glass of wine was in your hand and you couldn't tear your eyes of your boyfriend. You had tried to read but it was impossible when Klaus Mikaelson was literally next to you. He was drawing some woods you had never seen before and you were able to make out shadows of wolves running through them. You knew that this gift was meant for his daughter Hope and you enjooy watching the hands that had drawn so much blood and taken so many lives create something magic. Whatever that says about your mental health.

"You are starring," he mumbled and you chuckled. "I just enjoy watching you paint a lot." Klaus smirked and put the finished canva away and pulled out a sheet from his desk. Your breath hitches as you opened it. On it were you and Klaus entagled into each other. And neither of you was wearing anything.

Klaus smirked, "The trick is to draw what you like and not what you have to."

You laughed, "And you want to have me naked I assume?" He grinned, "I would never say no to that. But what I mean is that you alays have to take pleasure in painting. For example...," he stepped a little closer tracing your colarbone, "I could draw you like I just did...or I could draw on you."

"What are you talking about?," you whispered your head spinning a little. "Take of your clothes for me, will you baby?," he whispered.

You nod and now here you are naked, your knees pressed together and your arms crossed over your chest in an instinctive attempt to shield yourself. But Klaus is already standing in front of you, palette in one hand, a fine brush in the other. And you know thate there’s no hiding from him.

"Arms down," he said his voice soft as always. He would stop if you wanted him to, you know it but you didn't want him to. You are just nervous what's about to come.

You lower your arms trembling just a little.

His eyes darken with a small smirk, “That’s my girl.”

The first touch of the brush is featherlight. A streak of deep blue across your collarbone, followed by a slow trail of green curving along your shoulder.

You sucked in a breath, your skin not the only thing tingeling

Klaus smirked a litt. “Ticklish?”

“No,” you lied. Your voice came out thinner than you have meant.

He chuckles low in his throat, painting down the dip of your neck with maddening precision. “Liar.”

Another stroke. This one longer. Across your chest avoiding your nipple on purpose. The bristles drag a line of shimmering bronze over your ribs, a whisper of sensation that makes your thighs clench involuntarily.

He noticed. Of course he does.

"You’re very obedient tonight," he murmured, switching brushes without warning. "Makes me wonder how far I can push you."

His next stroke is bolder. A swirl of red just under your breast, and this time, he doesn’t avoid anything. The brush flicks over your nipple, slow and deliberate.

You gasped, back arching slightly. “Klaus-”

A soft kiss silenced you. Right above your heart. His lips warm, reverent, smeared with a faint touch of violet.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. Not when his hands are so sure, so patient. Not when his gaze stays locked on you like you’re something holy.

The next color is gold. He paints a line from your hipbone to the top of your thigh, dragging the brush in slow, deliberate curves. He kneels in front of you, face close, but never touching. You’re breathing faster now.

“Klaus,” you whispered, barely audible.

He looked up at you, lashes dark and low, lips stained like sin. “Yes, sweetheart?”

You blink down at him, voice trembling. “This isn’t just art.”

A smile spreads across his mouth.

“No,” he agreed, dragging the brush one final time across your inner thigh, “this is foreplay.”

And then he leans forward, kisses you in between your legs making your hips jump and your mouth whimper

But he doesn't touch you there yet. Instead, he stood. Tilts your chin up with paint-stained fingers. “You’ll sit there for me, won’t you? Just a little longer,” he says softly, “and let me finish what I started.”

You nod. Because what else could you do?

You're already trembling for him, painted like a canva and aching for something more. Anything more.

Klaus watches your breath hitch as he dips his fingers into the colour palette , warm and wet and wicked. Then he reaches for you.

He starts at your waist, dragging streaks of red up your sides, pressing, while mapping out every curve like he’s memorizing it. His touch is firmer now, his fingertips spreading paint over your hips, your stomach, your thighs.

You bite your lip, holding back a sound when his hands settle at your waist and he leans forward to kiss just under your navel.

“I could do this all night,” he murmurs, paint glistening on his fingertips, “but I’m not sure you could.”

You exhale shakily. “Try me.”

That earns you a dark chuckle. “Feisty little muse.”

His hands return to your thighs, thumbs pressing color into your skin, up and up until you're gasping again.

“You’re shaking,” he notes, almost amused. His fingers slide along the edges of your thighs, spreading you just slightly. Not touching, no but everything in you is burning.

And then finally he slides one hand between your legs. Paint-stained fingers ghosting over the place you need him most.

You cry out softly, hips rising instinctively.

Klaus groans, low and rough. “Look at you,” he whispers. “So fucking beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever paint anything else again.”

He leans forward and kisses you again, finally on your mouth, before slowly kissing down your colour stained skin. Every kiss is worship. Every stroke of his fingers sends chaos spiraling through your bloodstream. And just when you think you can’t take any more... he pulls back. Just enough to whisper against your trembling skin: “Now… are you ready to let me ruin my masterpiece?

You don’t get a chance to answer.

Because Klaus is already moving, his veiny hands slick with paint, mouth tracing every curve he missed before. His fingers stroke between your legs, gentle at first, almost reverent. He groans at the way your body responds, the mess of colors smearing between your thighs, the soft moans slipping from your lips and he chuckled at the sound.

He doesn’t need brushes anymore. He’s using you to mix the paint.

His hand cups your breast, smearing gold across it with a possessive kind of tenderness. His other hand is still working between your legs with a slow and steady rhythm like a man who know exactly what he is doing to you. He kisses your neck sucking deeply creating a hickey on it.

“You’re doing so well for me,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “I want to feel you come apart with nothing but color between us.”

Your hands grip the chair, knuckles white. Your thighs tremble. Your head falls back.

And that’s when it hits you.

The chair.

“Oh my god,” you gasp suddenly, “Klaus...wait- the paint...the chair, it will stain”

He pauses.

Just slightly.

Looks up at you with the most incredulous grin you’ve ever seen on that devilish face.

“You’re seriously thinking about the furniture right now?” he laughs, breathless and stunned and almost amused. “Darling, I’m literally using your body as a color palette.”

You flush, gasping as he sped up his fingers inside you curling them, “I just like...it’s velvet!”

Klaus chuckles darkly, eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’ll buy another one.”

And then he dips his head between your legs without another word, replacing his palm with his mouth. Your body arches. Your cry echoes off the studio walls.

And suddenly, there’s no room left for coherent thought. His mouth moves in rhythm with his fingers, working you open, and the colors on your skin feel like they’re burning into your bloodstream. He sucks your clit between his teeth before whispering, "Let go. Come on my fingers in this ridiculous expensive velvet chair."

You fall apart for him loudly, while thanking whoever might have created the universe that Klaus' walls are soundproof.

And when you come down from your orgasm, he’s still kneeling between your legs, licking the paint from his fingers like he just tasted something divine.

“You made quite the mess,” he hums.

“You started it,” you breathe.

He smirks, rising to his feet and lifting you effortlessly into his arms, uncaring of the stains on his shirt or the paint now coating the poor chair.

“Then I suppose I’ll be the one to clean it up,” he says, carrying you across the room. “But first…”

He lays you down on a clean canvacloth that was always spread across the floor.

“…let’s make one more masterpiece.”

Your skin is flushed and stained, your body humming from what he just did to you. But Klaus? He’s just getting started.

He kneels beside you, dark eyes roaming over every inch of painted flesh. And then, he reaches for the buttons of his shirt.

One. Two. Three.

You watch him undress like he’s stripping away the last layer of control. His shirt falls to the floor. Then the rest leaving him gloriously bare and already hard for you. You whimper and immediately reach for him, wanting to touch his chest, his cock, his face, just everything.

He crawls over you, the muscles of his stomach flexing as he leans down and kisses you. You touch his body leaving the first stains off paint on him.

The kiss is messy and hot. His tongue slides into your mouth sliding across yours while his right hand cup ed your jaw as his body presses down, sliding against yours, the slick of the paint smearing where skin touches skin.

You gasp into his mouth when you feel his cock brush against your thigh, thick and ready.

“Klaus-”

He silences you with another kiss, this time a little softer but the message was clear: Let me do the work. His hips grind against yours over and over until you are whimpering, turning him around, so you were sitting on his lap. You knew you were only able to turn this man because he let you. And somehow that turned you on even more.

You scratched your nails over his chest, the wounds healing immediately but now a little blood was mixed with the color and you groaned sucking hickeys into his chest that would probably vanish in seconds again.

The canva cloth beneath you moves with every shift, paint from your bodies beginning to transfer in smudges and prints. Art being made in the most primal way possible.

You sink down on Klaus' cock slowly groaning into his neck scratching him while you kept riding him. The way he stretched you out made you whimper and your hand wrapped around his throat choking him lightly while you kept working yourself up on him.

He let's you have this moment for a second and then he lifts you up, sliding out of you. Using his vampire speed to flip you onto your stomach.

You gasp, hands instinctively pressing into the canvacloth, and he’s on you before you can fully process it. His chest against your back, his cock pressed between your thighs.

He grabs your hands, fingers laced with yours, pressing them down flat into the paint.

"Hold still," he growls into your ear, voice rough and low. "I want your body imprinted into this canvas exactly like this."

You moan as he lines himself up again, the anticipation making your thighs tremble. He pushes inside you in one deep, claiming stroke.

You cry out, hips rocking back into him trying to gain your friction back. The stretch is perfect, the weight of him above you even better.

His grip on your hands tightens. His pace builds, slow and deliberate at first, every thrust pressing your painted skin deeper into the canvas, leaving both of your handprints, smears, and the shape of your body burned into art.

“I could fuck you like this for eternity,” he growls, voice ragged. “Look at you. How can someone look so perfect and so ruined at the same time?”

You nod frantically, barely able to breathe, your cheek pressed into the canvas as he fucks you harder now, grunting with each thrust.

Paint streaks both your bodies, his fingerprints everywhere, on your ass, your hips, your thighs. The sound of skin against skin echoes through the room, your moans mixing with his breathless curses.

You're getting close again and of course he can feel it.

He releases one of your hands to slip his arm under your stomach, pulling you up slightly to change the angle and draw circles over your clit. His other hand stays over yours, pinning you there like he’s signing his name.

“Klaus...fuck....I’m...”

“Let go,” he commands, voice breaking. “Come for me again, love. Make a masterpiece with me.”

And you do. You fall apart beneath him again, your back arching as he pounds into you, chasing his own high. He follows with a groan, burying himself inside you and holding you there, his body taut and his breath ragged.

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence only the sound of your heart pounding interrupting it.

Then Klaus finally exhales, and roles off of you

He kisses your spine softly while wrapping his arms around you.

“…Definitely not selling this one,” he murmurs.

[redbowinferno]

I couldn't draw eyes for the life of me.

Full text of that dream:

I had a dream that instead of Dess, Carol, or even Rudy being the Knight, it was another deer who seem to have a crush towards Dess, and was trying to bring Dess back, he looked emo when he took off the helmet, had black hair with black antlers. And idk why but Dess is like somewhat alive, she had this armor that looks similar to the knight but it's white, and her soul color is like cyan color, while this other person and mines were orange. I think we were trying to save a couple of people from this weird smoke that was coming inside from a building, and for some reason the smoke had the same color as our souls. So when Dess tried to go in the orange smoke, I can see her soul flickering, like it's going to break or something like that, so instead of going into the orange smoke. She saw and found a cyan smoke coming from the vents, and went inside of that one I was going to follow her too, because I wanted to protect her and her soul, and I didn't like how her own soul, was going to shatter in pieces right in front of me. So I did tried following her, but for some reason a mystery invisible wall didn't let me go through it, it's like a programmer programmed for it to have a wall. So I can proceed within the story without having to change the main current one that I was going through, so we managed to save some people and reached the main point on where the smoke is coming from within the walls, by the time we got there.. There was a time bomb going on, and before we could disable it, the building that we were in got cut in half, by the pure smoke that we saw from earlier, the old man who is nearby the time bomb got scared as shit. I was too because I have never dreamed something like this before, and eventually... The time bomb activated and killed us all, there was more in my dream, because I think I had three dreams in one sleep, but I'm only telling the Deltarune one because that seems more relevant in here than whatever else was going on before and after.

[shobolanya]

my thoughts on the sandman season 2 episode 1 - spoilers bellow, be careful

dream with long hair. no thoughts, only horny. he's so pretty and emo, let's go to a goth club, my love

death with a pretty goth dress, go, my queen (the butterfly scene, i was sad actually, she's so gentle). thank you for talking some sense into dream as well.

i love destiny actually, he's so cool

desire. i have been waiting for more scenes of them since season 1 and boy was i not disappointed. the outfit with the red coat? the lipstick drawing? i am in awe. "i can make you want the grape" any day, any hour, please. such a petty endless, i love them.

despair is so pretty with that dress, i did wonder why she was so well put together in the mirror room tho, when destiny summoned her. (in dead boy detectives she was much more messy, but still really cool) where is her hook too? i loved the fact that she was like the most wholesome sibling and she was sad that they don't all hang together anymore.

loved the twins energy, desire arriving to the family dinner and being immediately like "where is despair?" and when dream and death left to talk desire went to sit on despair's chair and gossip

delirium is my child i love her so much, the painting melting, the butterflies (she was so sad poor baby, you really didn't have to do it, desire.)

that ddinner was peak family dinner energy tbh

nada is so beautiful. honestly, dream, she deserves better. she deserves me. that's my wife now. all jokes aside i didn't find her fate fair at all, she really loved her people.

i would've liked dream to stay as kai'ckul, but tom sturridge dream and nada were so beautiful together too

the daniel and lyta hall visit shattered me

the scene with hob left me staring at the screen, jaw to the floor. the dream? the outfits? the wine? the toast? i was so sure they were going to kiss and make sweet love to each other (poor audrey if that happened tho) and the way hob asked if he can't stay with those puppy eyes? i melted.

audrey seems so sweet

gwendoline christie as lucifer is such a choice tbh

cain and abel and merv and matthew my beloveds

goldie, baby, i love youuuuuuuu (i need a baby gargoyle)

stay tuned for episode 2 😏

[zerodaytesttape]

I love your headcanons SO MUCH RAHHH !!

Dyu have any headcanons of Andre and Cal in their middle school years, and the sprout of their connection? If that makes sense :3

I LOVEEEEE YOUR ACC!! YESS THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE RAHHHH TYSM FOR THE ASK 🫶🫶🫶 !!!! here u go!!! some middle school era headcanons of andre and cal!!!

- They didn’t become best friends instantly. It was slow. Andre noticed Calvin first, he was a loud kid, dumb laugh, always leaning back in his chair like he wanted to fall on purpose, zoning out during class. Andre thought he was annoying, but kind of magnetic like static electricity before a biiiiggg storm

- Cal was the one who reached out. He sat next to Andre in 7th grade(perchance that grade but idk yet) science class and kept poking him with the end of his pencil, asking him and talking hoping Andre would reply, until Andre cracked and answered, half-assed and awkward

- Cal gave him a dumb nickname. Something like "Dre". Andre hated it. Cal said it anyway, he still said it years later

- Their first “hangout” wasn’t even a hangoutx it was detention. Cal got them both in trouble for laughing during a lockdown drill and making Andre laugh too. They sat next to each other and drew in Andre’s notebook without asking. Andre didn’t stop him.

- Andre had this weird obsession with maps(hehe I snuck a headcanon in, he's got the tism) and would sketch little blueprints of cities or tunnels during class. Cal leaned over once and went, “you planning to bomb us?” as a joke. Andre didn’t answer. Cal shut up for like five seconds after that then asked if he could help draw

- They were always getting in trouble for saying weird, morbid shit. like asking people if dead bodies float face-up or face-down, or how long it takes for a squirrel to fully rot. cal would say stuff like "what if we all just dropped dead right now lol" and andre would laugh.

- Their notebooks were full of gore. andre's had cross-sectioned organs and detailed violence. cal's were messier with little stickmen getting stabbed or falling off cliffs with captions like "oops." sometimes they'd draw together. they'd never admit it, but they were proud of the pages they made together. once, a teacher found a page of two classmates tied up and bleeding. they both said it was "just a joke."

- Cal would always steal extra fruit cups from lunch and slip them onto Andre’s tray without saying anything. When Andre finally asked why, Cal just shrugged and told him about how Andre look vitamin-deficient and made fun of him, Andre laughed along after a shove and a "shut up!!"

- One day Cal randomly dumped a broken lighter in Andre’s locker with a note that said something about how Cal thought that Andre would want it. Andre kept it, still has it.

- Andre had never really laughed around people before, but Cal one said something stupid in gym class and tripped over his own shoelace, and Andre let out this choked, wheezy noise, and Cal loved the attention he got from it

- Cal was always half-suspended, always showing up late, always talking over teachers. Andre liked that he didn’t care, but hated that he didn’t have to care. But he still sat beside him every day like they were tethered

- They didn't talk about their shared loneliness and the teasing they got from others, but they both felt it. Cal made the silence easier, Andre made it heavier. Somehow that worked out for them.

- The day it all changed, the moment that did it, the moment that really cemented them, wasn't a big one. just a hallway interaction. some dickhead jock shouldered andre into the lockers and called him "creep." and didn't stop, he just kept walking. andre didn't yell or fight back, just lifted his hand like a gun, pressed his fingers together, and "shot" him in the head, eyes locked onto the back of his head. cal saw it. and for a second, he just stared. then he lifted his own hand, long bony fingers cocked into a fake pistol, and aimed too. he mouthed boom. and smiled. they both laughed. silent, choked-up laughter like something cracking open between them, like a secret only they understood. after that, they were just always together. nobody else found it funny, but they did, and that was enough to fuel them as they grew

- it wasn’t like fireworks when they met, it wasn’t fate, it was just two kids who didn’t fit anywhere else, finding the exact shape of their rot in each other. they didn’t know what they were becoming yet, but they were already basically there

[starboye]

you want a good boy that does bad things

your place was the go to spot for some good sex after a long day, i mean all the best knew of they wanted a good fuck you were the person to go to, and so did nanami, and after a particularly bad day at the office he just wanted you to ride him until his brain went numb

but he was pleasantly surprised when he saw toji already at your place, opening the door to see toji having you full nelson position fucking the life out of you, he could tell toni had been here for a while as he watched the loads drip out of your ass bit by bit, when you finally caught a glimpse of nanami in the doorway you tapped out

there were certain rules that the men that came over knew to follow, like dont catch feelings, if you wanna stop they you stop, and most of all no fights "well hey there handsome" you say reaching out and drawing him closer by his tie "hello to you too" he says a little awkward by toji just sitting there "kento" toji greeted plainly "fushiguro" nanami greeted back in the same tone of voice

"hope you dont mind toji, he just stopped by and i was free so i just let him in" you apologize"no worries i don't mind really, i just need a fuck" nanami loosens his tie before taking off his blazer and shirt, you made quick work of his pants to until he was naked in front of you "fuck still as hot as ever i see" you run your hands through his abs while licking at his tongue, slowly slipping it in your mouth

toji took this moment to just slip right back in to your already loose hole, fucking you right onto nanamis hardened dick, nanami and toji soon matching their thrusting to fuck you at the same pace "did he get even tighter just by having to cock in him" toji asks with a laugh at the way you started tightening around him, tojis grip tightening around your waist simultaneously as nanami cums quickly in your mouth

you gulp it down with such ease (which seems to be something all the guys love about you) "hard day" you ask licking the extra cum off his tip and all he does is nod "take it out on me" you get off tojis dick and turn around "hey, what the hell" toji complains but you just push him onto the bed and sit back on his somehow still hard coc, straddled right over toji while teasing nanami with you hole "loose enough to fit two, plus i know you wanna try it" you smack you ass to more entice the man and i works

kento crawling up on the bed to slip his cock into your stuffed hole "fuckkkkk that's good" you groan satisfied, it made you feel so full, it felt so good being stretched out by two big dick daddies "does this mean i don't get my private sessions anymore" toji jokes "shut up dick" you say making out with him, tojis hands holding your ass open while him and nanami fuck into your hole, making sure you feel every thick inch of this

"keep going please, want you to fill me up so badly" you whine backing your ass onto their cock now like a slut thats had no dick in the past week "should we give the slut what he wants" toji asks smacking your ass until it was red "why not he's such a pro at taking cocks why not reward the man" kento leans forward to turn your head, kissing you while poking his tongue into your mouth for the freak of it all

"yeah take that dick babyboy" toji smirks backing your ass onto both his and kentos cock even harder until they both blew their loads in you, giving you a nice small belly bulge of their cum in you, but that didn't stop them from having a fuck fest for the rest of the night, round after round position after position they had you bent all sorts of ways whole fucking you through the night

just until the sun was rising did things start to slow down "fuck you guys are persistent" you huff barely able to feel your ass or legs for that matter, your body was littered in marks of all kinds, slaps, bite, bruises from their rough touches and many more you couldn't even see "why not go another round huh lightweight" toji asks pulling you ass apart to see the loads squirting out of you "yeah why not" kento fingers the loads back in your hole to use as lube for much later "its gonna be a really long day

xoxo, starboye💋

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[toestychonk]

Out of curiosity, why did YOU join the critical side?

I started out as a fan but then became disolusioned to the point I just was like "time to complain"

Why I joined below:

The Hazbin Pilot came out in late 2019 when I was a 17 year-old in highschool. During this time, Steven Universe had ended so I was looking for something new to be into. I remember seeing Viv as that one girl from youtube with the die young furry video. I remembered her and decided to look into her channel and saw she had a pilot in the works so I waited til it came out. And then it came out and I LOVED it.

At the time, my favorite interview of hers was her Pizza Party Podcast interview where she seemed like a cool yet quirky woman who knew what she wanted and couldn't wait to learn how to do it.

Seeing another neurodivergent bisexual woman be so successful edeared me to Viv. Not just that but I loved looking at her art and thinking it was so creative/pretty.

So I became a fan of her and her works, waiting for anything Hellaverse related, thinking the backlash post pilot and in general was bullshit, and even adopting some of her art style, particularly the way she draws hands.

I think I started to question who Viv was during the Erin Frost thing in 2022. I tried to convince myself more than anyone it was bullshit and Erin was just someone who was bitter that they couldn't be Viv's friend but that was more me just not wanting to believe Vivienne would be as bad in private as Erin had said.

After that, I spent the next couple of years trying to like her shows as much as I did, even introducing one of my BFFs who ended up being and is currently a "Valentinhoe" despite knowing he's a rapist (she gave me permission to disclose that. She doesn't give a shit).

As time went on and as Viv started to cement herself as difficult online while her shows garnered more and more hatred, the more I became frustrated with Viv and her shows.

It came to a head this past February when Viv just lost it on Bluesky that I just said, "Okay this obviously this b- refuses to listen or even admit that she fucks up instead of digging in her heels. I'm out."

And that's how my blog became to be. Of course, I didn't start out like this originally and I even tried to denounce being a critical, but I decided to be an official critical blog cuz it's healthy to see flaws even in stuff we like and it also pisses off stans.

[samanthacreilly]

"Nathaniel–" she echoed again, leaving him with only the glare for a long pause. Samantha hated when he spoke that way of himself when she saw so much good in the man. She'd droned on in the past to him just how much she admired things about him but it felt like she was talking to a wall sometimes. It was like he didn't want to hear any of it. "You couldn't be further from the worst. Especially to me," she opted for today instead of the typical spiel. "I usually love it but it seems to do me more harm than good most days. I guess it's the curse I'm meant to bear– we all have one after all, right?" she tried to shrug off with a little smile when he'd told her that wearing her heart on her sleeve was the truth, whether she liked it or not.

Samantha nodded with an energy that was unusual for her– reluctance. A reservation to want to touch on the topic further. But knowing Nathaniel, he wasn't the type to let anything slide. "Yeah... I mean I've gone on a few dates here and there, nothing too serious. At least not for them. I would always think there would be another date and then I'd get stood up or they'd stop responding to my texts," she explained. "But then there was one guy who... well we actually dated. I was his girlfriend. That's all I ever wanted, right? Was to be someone's," she sighed a little as the inevitable tears pricked in the corners of her eyes. "I thought he really liked me. Maybe even loved me," Samantha let out another exhale, the tears trickling down her cheeks now in steady streams.

Her voice started to tremble but she kept going, pushing the words out rapidly as though it'd be easier to get them out that way, "So I did everything to make sure he was happy. I wore my hair up or down depending on what he'd say and chose longer skirts and higher necklines– otherwise I was drawing too much attention to myself. He said people liked me better when I talked less, so I talked less. I laughed less. I smiled and nodded, spoke when spoken to, and did whatever I needed for him to look at me and hold me and say I was his," a watery smile that was admittedly heartbreaking graced her features as she tried to keep her head up about it all. "He was never like that around my friends or family. No– he was so charming, like he was with me when we were alone. He said all the right things and made everyone love him. But with time we started to hang out with my friends and family less and less. We went to places he wanted to go and saw his friends. I thought maybe this was his way of showing me off And so I just followed him around like–" her words crashed over like a wave against the shore into sporadic sobs, "–like some sort of lost puppy, I don't know," her voice defeated. "He constantly told me that I was 'too much' so I toned myself down. He had been the only one who'd stayed for this long, so it must've been working. It must've been the way to go to finally make myself worth a longterm relationship," Samantha tried to explain her reasoning at the time, having had to do a lot of healing to move on past that. It hadn't been easy to unlearn, but she had an incredible support system around her that she would've have been able to cope with the aftermath of this without them. "Only for him to dump me like the rest of them. One day he just stopped showing up, stopped responding... he just disappeared like maybe he'd never been there to begin with."

Sam took a deep breath. And then another. Counting down in her head as she went through the motions to try and subside the sobs. "Thank you, Nathaniel. You have no idea how much that means to me. Except I think maybe you do," she managed a little laugh. Samantha reached for the hand that had been on her pulse just moments before. "Very few have ever been as careful with it before as you have. That doesn't go unnoticed or unappreciated," she told him, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting him go again. "Sorry for crying at you– but I guess it's not the first time and probably won't be the last either," she added with another laugh.

"I'm pretty sure I've always been quite forward with the fact I am the worst." In every possible way she could imagine and then some. Still, her outburst brought a small, amused smile to his lips, and Nathaniel couldn't help but feel like he'd smiled more in this short space of time than he had done in all the time since Scorpius had left. "But it's the truth, like it or not."

He let his hand fall from where it had been cradling her wrist, his gaze shifting to her thoughtfully. "Your track record?" Nathaniel echoed, a flicker of curiosity in his voice. Still, his expression softened, the light teasing fading as his tone grew more genuine. " If anyone deserves someone who can cherish and protect their heart, it’s you. And should that fail, if you ever need someone to help keep it safe... I’m not going anywhere. I'm here no matter what."

[shima-draws]

Luffy bites I don't make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Bonus:

Sanji could not stop his onslaught 😔

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital drawing of riz gukgak from fantasy high. in the front is a relatively small drawing of riz juggling books that are falling out of his hand and a phonecall, and he has a huge backpack on. he looks a bit overwhelmed, hair flying in all directions, and has a nervous smile on. in the background is a large shadow of riz, only one glowing eye and a shining gun visible. the background is red, giving an eerie feel. End ID]

Kill your best friend

Cheat your way to your rogue teacher

Announce your presidential campaign

Don't let them know how angry you are

LEARN TO RECOGNIZE A MONSTER

[wardingshout]

what if my found family was some girl who's totally not imprisoned in a tower, her totally alive bodyguard father figure and some demon who was totally not kidnapped to fix her dreams of burning to death every night what then huh

[myuzucompendium]

Gosh, Futaba was so cute it was going to kill him. Whether he meant that literally or not was another thing altogether. Watching her crouch like that, turning to see her face was as dark red as a tomato and she was clearly flustered about the whole thing. Was this just usual Futaba behavior or was there something else to this?

Who knew...

A smile crept up on his face but he was still contemplating things with his partially flushed face. Okay, if there was any time to bring this up it would have to be now. And if it went badly well, he only had himself to blame really. Okay, it was time to calm himself down a bit and sit down next to her.

Which he did.

"I guess uh, I need to say something to you Futaba." That was a start at the very least, as he looked at her, heart starting to really race in his chest. He momentarily placed his hand on his chest and was feeling just how much it was beating. Phew, this was going to be hard but it was totally going to be worth it. He hoped anyways.

"You matter to me. A lot. And I mean that as more than a friend." Wow dude, could you have done that a little bit better. "W-What I mean is, all the times that we have hung out and all that, I've seen sides of you that have made me laugh and have made me feel weird. I wasn't sure what it was honestly at first."

Her at Akhibara, helping her with that promise list, dealing with her friend that had been harmed by her parents, all of it gave a certain side to Futaba that he just loved. It wasn't obvious at first the feelings that he was having but it was becoming clear that his feelings weren't just a platonic thing, but a romantic thing.

But of course he had no idea how to really deal with it.

Hence the situation that he found himself in.

"Though as time went on I've come to realize something." There was no going back at this point, he was going to have to say it whether he wanted to or not. That was why he started talking like this in the first place, a gentleness to his voice so he didn't end up overwhelming her possibly. It was probably going to be a lot to take in after all.

"These feelings that I have for you, they weren't just something that came from us being friends, like it was with all the others." He knew that much for sure and whilst he was very much drawing this out, he was just making sure she had time to prepare herself. And it was time for him to prepare himself for what he was going to end up saying. No turning back, no denying it and hiding it anymore.

"It is romantic feelings. Futaba, to put it simply, I love you."

Well now she was really watching him. She'd never really gotten the chance to see his face this close up, especially as it was very often hidden by his hair and his glasses, but now she could see the subtle changes in expression.

The slight twitch in his eyebrow as he thought over her words, seemingly carefully, which she appreciated.

...But oh, she could feel her own face heat up a little, so she went back to nuzzling her head against his arms.

"...This situation?" She lifted her head slightly, then wriggled in his arms to turn toward him, so she could see his face correctly again. A second later, her face fully flushed and she let out a squeak of a yelp, and with another wiggle she separated herself from his embrace.

Futaba took up her usual crouch on the floor with her back to Ren again, the only difference being her hands squishing her cheeks. She couldn't do it--She couldn't face him head on quite yet! Too much!

Her heart was acting like it ran a marathon...

"I-I couldn't do it..." she mumbled to herself quietly. If only for a moment, she imagined herself giving him a quick little kiss.