#and TA-DA it worked and now I can draw again

[starkspi]

Trying to bribe @morningstarwrites with these sketches so I can read the new chapter earlier ha! Thank you for the inspiration, the challenge and the absolute joy this fic brings me. I’d kiss your brain folds if I could.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Vil Monster AU Redesign Concept

So I'm slowly working my way back into enjoying Twisted Wonderland again, and I decided to revisit some of my old work to try and see if I can spark something again.

So remember this old post here from two years ago where I did a bit of a concept on what monster!Vil would look like as a unicorn monster? Well...

Ta-da!

Now that some time has passed since my first concept design, I realized that I was bothered by how I executed some of the designs. Sure, I still love some of the things I did, but in the end, there was just something lacking for me.

I think what I'm going to do is take the designs I have so far and make them feel more "monster-ish", yet still retain enough of their human-like selves to be recognizable.

Right now I'm happy with this version of Vil, and his horn feels much more elegant this way rather than a full curve! Also...MOAR EXCUSES TO DRAW FLOOFS!!!!

Hope you all enjoy, and I'll be slowly working my way back into the fandom and enjoying the AUs I have, including ones I still have yet to properly develop/introduce ;;v;;

[opulentlightt]

hi, uh can you do more gweathney please, I love them with all my heart ❤️ they are so silly to me :)

-@gweathney-propaganda

I FORGOT TO FLIP MY CANVAS AGAIN SO NOW IT LOOKS WEIRD THE OTHER WAY I’M GONNA SCREAM

besides that, ta-da!

Holy crap I had a bunch of fun drawing all three of them together again, I love them sm they r so cute together

Besides that as well, anybody else who has requested a drawing I’ll get to work on your requests :)

[augustjustice]

Victoria's Got Nothing On Her

AO3 Link

Rating: M | Tags: Transfem Stevie Harrington, established relationship, lingerie, kissing, fade-to-black implied sex

Notes: I...have no explanation for this one, other than that I've had half of this fic of Steph trying on new lingerie and getting Eddie all hot and bothered with it just sitting in my word docs for months, so I thought I would finally just flesh it out a bit and post it. Note that Stephanie uses both Steph and Stevie as interchangeable nicknames throughout this fic. Hopefully that isn't too confusing!

So, without further ado, around 1k of these two being cute and horny below the cut.

She's always been–well. Strong, athletic. A good-sized…girl, she guesses.

And the estrogen has been working its magic pretty well. It hasn't been making her any smaller, of course, just–softening what's already there. Stevie's always had a great ass, if she does say so herself, but her hips have gotten wider, rounder.

(Fat-bottomed girlsss, she hears Eddie's voice croon teasingly in her mind, and her cheeks flush in the mirror.)

Weight's been steadily gathering at her chest, too–her tiddy Skittles, as Eddie playfully dubbed them, more than earning their name–filling her out until she can admit, with no small amount of glee, that she's getting busty now.

Still, it's a work in progress. And Steph is fully ready to cop to needing a little bit of help along the way.

Hence the impromptu shopping trip to Victoria's Secret she'd taken earlier that afternoon, and the reason she's modeling the fruits of her labor in her bedroom now.

Stevie's got on the matching lingerie set she had picked up, baby pink lace hugging her ass with just a playful hint of cheek, the push-up bra doing her all the favors that it can.

She frowns, turning this way and that as she eyes herself in the mirror critically. Then, Steph adjusts her bust with her hands a couple more times, trying to maximize her cleavage.

"Well?" she prompts as she turns to her captive audience, trying not to sound too nervous as she bites her bottom lip and thrusts out her hands, a harassed ta-da. "What do you think?"

Eddie blinks up at her owlishly, the bottom half of his face covered by one of the pink, lacy pillows Nancy had happily passed along to Stephanie when she’d been decorating her new room. The small house she, Robin, and Eddie had decided to rent together in West Lafayette, a quick drive to the Purdue campus where Robin was finishing up her degree, was cozy, and Steph had reveled in the possibilities having control of her own space allowed, far, far away from the blue comforter and uniform plaid walls and curtains her mother had dictated for her room in the Harrington house. New room, new life, new me might as well have become her new slogan, thrumming as clearly in her head as the Hawkins High cheer once had when she was out on the basketball court. 

Speaking of the new her, Eddie’s certainly getting his own slack-jawed eyeful. He looks positively hypnotized by her tits, like he's unable to tear his gaze away.

Good sign, Stevie thinks to herself with a smug smirk.

"Christ, Steph, are you trying to kill me?" Eddie groans, the sound muffled as he dramatically flops further down onto her mattress. 

"Nooo," Stevie answers, drawing the syllable out, teasing. 

She crosses the space between them quickly, hopping up onto the bed. With some prompting, she manages to get Eddie to ditch the pillow and sit up again, a position she immediately takes advantage of by wrapping her arms around his neck and climbing into his lap. 

“Make you stupid horny? Maybe. Kill you? Not a chance, Munson."

"Well, you're fucking nailing that first part, Stevie," Eddie says, sounding awed as he reaches up to cup Stevie's breasts in her fancy new underwear, "holy shit. Seriously, I can’t even believe you’re real sometimes."

Steph giggles, coquettish, and, fuck, she loves this part of that whole new life thing she’s got going on more than she could say. Feels giddy with it, getting to flirt and tease and watch Eddie stare up at her with those reverent, lustful dark eyes of his. He makes her feel stupidly beautiful.

“Christ, baby,” he continues to babble, giving her chest a firm squeeze, “your tits, they’re–”

"Yeah? You like them?" Stevie asks, sounding breathless and turned on and shy all at once.

"Like them? I love them. Fuck, they're…ode worthy, sweetheart," he dips down to nuzzle at her cleavage, trailing soft kisses along the curve of her right breast, "I'm gonna start writing songs immortalizing their beauty. 'The Ballad of Stephanie Harrington's Badonkas' will travel throughout this humble land."

"Shut up," Stevie complains, shoving his shoulder, but she's laughing, face flushed a pretty pink. And then she’s tipping Eddie’s face upwards with a firm hand to meet her, pulling him into a kiss even as he continues to touch her, his hands wringing soft, eager little noises from her mouth.

“How the hell did I get this fucking lucky? That my girl’s the prettiest girl to come out of Hawkins–nay, the entire state of Indiana,” he murmurs against her lips, and it sounds almost like he’s saying it more to himself than to her, like he genuinely is that flabbergasted. Happiness bubbles up in her stomach, the same kind she feels every time Eddie calls her his girl.

“We’re both lucky,” she says back easily, tangling her hand in his thick, curling hair as she presses another sweet kiss to his lips, “cuz, somehow, I managed to land the sweetest guy from Hawkins, Indiana.”

Eddie snorts, short and sheepish. 

“Yeah, well, I can think of about a dozen folks from back home who would firmly disagree with you on that one, sweetheart.” 

The statement is enough to mar Stevie’s face with a deep, outraged frown, the way her eyebrows scrunch together angrily only serving to make Eddie’s dimpled smile deepen, his brown eyes impossibly fond. 

“That’s because Hawkins is full of small-minded idiots,” she says dismissively, well aware she sounds just like Robin, or Eddie himself. But it isn’t her fault her best friend and boyfriend are right. There was plenty she had come to love about their small town in her time growing up there–the fact that said best friend and boyfriend also came from Hawkins being a prime example–but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t happy to be far the fuck away from it now. “Who never gave you enough of a chance to see how sweet and funny and amazing you are–not to mention sexy.” 

Steph’s lips twist into a lopsided smile, then, the kind that makes it clear she knows she’s being cute. With a gentle shove, she pushes Eddie back onto the pillows, one hand reaching down to begin tugging at the hem of his Judas Priest crop top. “Even if you are still wearing way too many clothes.”

Eddie laughs, a low sound that sends a shiver up Stevie’s back. “Somebody’s frisky.”

“Damn right I am,” she pouts at him, impatiently sliding the fabric higher and higher up his chest, “now get over here and fuck me.”

“As you wish, princess,” Eddie agrees, voice low and full of promise. 

With a cheeky wink, he pulls Stevie firmly down on top of him, the hot slide of their bodies together exactly what she was looking for. 

And then, ever a man of his word, Eddie proceeds to make good on that promise.

Part 2

[howlingday]

Nora: Hey, Leader! Wanna try drawing me again~?

Jaune: ...No.

Nora: Aw, c'mon, Leader~! How you gonna get better at drawing girls if you don't practice? Unless, that is... YOU DON'T THINK YOU CAN.

Jaune: HUH?! NO! I-I just don't want to!

Nora: Oh? So you're saying you can totally stare at a girl's tits, ass, and thighs and draw them?

Jaune: U-Uh...

Nora: I mean, think about it; what other girl is willing to let you draw them like this? Nobody, Leader. And yet you're letting this golden opportunity slip away~. (Drums back) What kinda leader runs away at the first opportunity to achieve his goal? Huh~? (Leans on him) I mean, watching you squirm around is fun and all, but don't you want to get better~? Or do you want to keep being our hopeless, hopeless leader~? Well~?

Jaune: ...FINE! FINE, I'LL DRAW YOU! JUST STOP BREATHING IN MY EAR!

Nora: (Steps away) I knew you would come around. So to help you out, I'll bare it all for you~!

Nora: But I need to get ready, so don't turn around, okay~?

Jaune: O-Okay.

Nora: (Button pops)

Jaune: (Flinches)

Nora: (Zipper parts)

Jaune: (Twitches)

Nora: (Cloth shuffles)

Jaune: (Thinking) W-What is she doing?.

Nora: Leader, it's kinda cold. Could you turn on the heater, please~?

Jaune: S-Sure. (Walks over to the heater, Turns it on)

Nora: Okay, are you ready~?

Jaune: (Turns, Sees she's covered in a sheet) H-HUH?! WAIT! I-I'M NOT READY YET!

Nora: Too bad~! (Drops sheet) TA-DA~!

Jaune: AGH! (Covers eyes, Peeks)

Nora: Geez, Leader... You act like you've never seen a girl in a swimsuit before~. Wait. What were you picturing, Leader~?!

Nora: I asked Pyrrha to let me borrow her swimsuit, and she did. Don't tell me this is all it takes to get you worked up, Leader~. (Giggles) You are such a virgin~.

Jaune: N-N-No, I'm not! Swimsuits are a totally normal thing! Nothing weird about them!

Nora: Yeah, they are a normal thing. Pfft! Like in your creepy porn and stuff~! Hahahaha!

Jaune: SHUT UP ALREADY

Nora: Fine, fine. Now, (Sits down) get to drawing, Leader~!

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Nora: ...

Jaune: ...

Nora: (Shaking head at near-blank canvas)

Jaune: I CAN'T HELP IT, OKAY?! I CAN'T JUST STARE AT A GIRL IN A SWIMSUIT!

Nora: (Hugs him) You are so hopeless, Leader~. You're my hopeless, hopeless, hopeless Leader~.

Jaune: (Shivering in his seat)

Nora: (Blushing, Thinking) I think I overdid it with the swimsuit.

[cheesysoup-arlo]

hanging out takes an interesting turn (Janis x fem!reader)

Smut- read at your own risk

(There is also some fluff but mostly smut lol)

It’s spring break and (Y/N) is bored out of her mind. *ping* suddenly someone texts (Y/N). She sees that it’s from Janis. Smiles even before reading.

J💕: hey wanna come over and watch movies?

(Y/N): yeah

(Y/N): when should I head over?

J💕: I’m setting up rn so maybe in like 30?

(Y/N): ok see you soon

Without waiting for a response (Y/N) rushes to get ready. She wants to look nice but not overdressed. She decides to wear her favorite pants and her sweater Janis said looked cute on her. (Y/N) smiles and blushes looking back on that interaction. Snapping out of her daydream to check her phone. She has about 10 minutes before she has to leave. Putting on some very light makeup (a little blush, mascara and cherry lipgloss). Packing a small bag with a couple snacks. “Bye mom I’m going to my friend’s house” (Y/N) says as she walks out the door. Taking the short drive to Janis’ house and parking. (Y/N) goes to the door and is gonna knock but gets nervous and texts Janis instead.

(Y/N): hey Jan I’m outside

J💕: ok I’ll be there in just a sec

~~~~

Janis is setting up the projector in her garage when she gets a text.

(Y/N)🥰: hey Jan I’m outside

Janis smiles at her phone and texts back while making sure everything looks good.

Janis🖤: ok I’ll be there in just a sec

She opens the door to see (Y/N) looking pretty and hot- wait…did Janis just think (Y/N) looks hot? That’s new…

~~~~

(Y/N) sees Janis. Hair a little messy, wearing some black cargo pants with a couple of paint stains, and a band tee with the neck cut off making the shirt fall off her shoulder exposing Janis’s bra strap. (Y/N)’s eyes linger for a little longer than usual. Janis looked amazing, hot? Yeah hot. “Um I set everything up in the garage, follow me” Janis says holding the door open for (Y/N). (Y/N) just smiles following Janis in. Is it suddenly a little hotter? Or was (Y/N) maybe just…no her and Janis were just friends and…(Y/N)’s eyes wonder to Janis’ ass WOAH WHY WAS SHE LOOKING THERE! Her and Janis are just friends right? Pulling (Y/N) out of her thoughts Janis says “ta da” showing off her hard work to (Y/N). “Woah this is amazing, did you do all of this just for me?” (Y/N) asks jokingly. “Um yeah actually…” Janis says blushing a little. Wait Janis is blushing? (Y/N) smirks a little. “So what movie should we watch beautiful? (Y/N) asks trying to be flirty. Janis is now blushing a lot. “Um uh whatever you want to watch” Janis says trying to hide her blush while logging into her computer. They put on a movie, snuggling close, REALLY CLOSE. (Y/N) lays on Janis’ exposed shoulder, absentmindedly drawing patterns on Janis’ thigh. Janis is no longer focused on the movie. Her breath catching in her throat. “Um (Y/N)?” Janis says feeling a little brave. “Yes, beautiful?” (Y/N) says making eye contact with Janis. Janis looks at (Y/N)’s eyes then lips then back to her eyes. “Oh?” (Y/N) says blushing. “C-can I kiss you?” Janis says hesitantly. “Yes please” (Y/N) says, starting to lean in. Janis leans in connecting their lips. The kiss is soft but passionate. They both pull away for air. “Woah” Janis says blushing. “Can we um do that again” (Y/N) asks shyly. “Oh absolutely” Janis says pulling (Y/N) in for a slightly rougher, needier kiss. (Y/N)’s body reacts before her brain and she lets out a small moan. Blushing and pulling away when she realizes what she did. “Oh you like that don’t you baby?” Janis says. The pet name sends an electrifying sensation through out (Y/N)’s body and a tingling sensation in there core. “Call me that again” (Y/N) says sounding needy. “Can I kiss you again baby?” Janis says smirking. (Y/N) pulls Janis in for a needy kiss completely forgetting about the movie. The needy kids turns into a full blown make out session. They both start getting a little handsy. Janis pauses “are you sure you want this baby? We don’t have to do more if you don’t want to?” (Y/N) rolls her eyes and lets out a small chuckle. “I want this, I really want this, I want you Janis.” Janis blushes and kisses (Y/N)’s lips, then her neck, slipping her hands under (Y/N)’s sweater. “Hmm can we take this off I wanna see your beautiful body baby” Janis says. (Y/N) very quickly takes off her sweater. “Ooo that needy are you?” Janis jokes. “shut up and kiss me pretty girl” (Y/N) says wrapping her arms around the back of Janis’ head to bring her closer. “Mmm” Janis hums pulling (Y/N) on to her lap. Once again pulling away for air, (Y/N) tugs at Janis’ shirt, “can you please take this off, I wanna kiss you all over” Janis very quickly takes off her shirt and (Y/N) slowly pushes her down so she’s laying on her back with (Y/N) straddling her. (Y/N) slow kisses Janis neck, earning a moan from Janis. Kissing further down till she reaches the waist band of Janis’ pants, “May I?” (Y/N) asks, Janis nods shyly. “No sweetheart I need words” (Y/N) says hands on Janis’ thighs waiting for verbal confirmation. “please mmm please just fuck me” Janis whimpered desperately. (Y/N) moaned, taking off Janis’ pants, see in the wet spot forming on her underwear. Seeing this made (Y/N)’s walls clench around nothing. “Mm look at you” (Y/N) hummed. Janis sat up “let’s get your pants off too” taking off (Y/N)’ pants, they both admired each other’s naked bodies for a second. (Y/N) brought Janis in for a passionate kiss causing them both to moan in sync. (Y/N) looked at Janis, pupils blown with lust, unable to form words letting out a needy moan.

Janis’ hand found it’s way to (Y/N)’s clothed clit, slowly circling it with her thumb. (Y/N)’s hips bucked desperately needing more. “Needy needy girl” Janis said kissing the girl squirming underneath her. Slowly pulling off (Y/N)’s underwear not breaking eye contact. Playing with her folds to collect some of (Y/N)’s wetness then inserting a finger into her tight hole. (Y/N) moaned loudly, it felt amazing. “You think you can handle two fingers princess?” Janis questioned. “Mmm fuck yeah” (Y/N) mumbled. Janis started steadily pumping two fingers in and out of (Y/N) while also circling her clit. The stimulation was about to send (Y/N) over the edge “J-Janis mmm I’m gonna uuuuuhhh-“ (Y/N)’s walls clenching “cum princess, cum for me” Janis said sweetly. (Y/N) came hard a brain fogging orgasm. “Mmm J…can I return the favor now” (Y/N) asked drawing circles on Janis’ thigh, causing Janis’ breath to hitch in her throat “mmm yeah princess what do you wanna do to me” (Y/N) slowly kissed down Janis’ body, “you know I’m feeling a little hungry” (Y/N) said with a smirk, licking a long slow gentle lick between Janis’ folds sending shivers down the girl’s back “oh fuck please yes” Janis mumbles over come by pleasure. As (Y/N) ate out Janis she started to pull (Y/N)’s head closer needing more contact. “(Y/N) mmm you’re so uuuuhhhh mmm I’m gonna cummm” Janis moaned loudly. “Cum for me sweetheart cum all over my face” (Y/N)’s words sent vibrations through Janis’ core making her see stars and cum hard and fast. (Y/N) licked up all of Janis’ juices then pulling her into a kiss so she could taste herself. Janis moaned into the kiss. “That was amazing, mind blowing, you’re really good” Janis said slightly out of breath. (Y/N) smirked and blushed “you’re really good too…j?” (Y/N) sounded a little worried. “Was this just like a one time thing or…” Janis thought (Y/N) was absolutely adorable for asking this. “Hmm I don’t know baby…do you want it to be a one time thing?” “NO I mean no” (Y/N) says trying to play it off. “Janis, will you be my girlfriend” says (Y/N) very quickly. Janis kisses (Y/N) “absolutely, I would love to be you girlfriend” (Y/N) giggles a little “hmm girlfriend can we cuddle and watch a Disney movie” Janis jokes, “like this or do we need clothes” (Y/N) thinks for a minute, “like this” tangling their legs together and kissing her girlfriend. Janis plays with (Y/N)’s hair. “(Y/N)?” Janis whispers. “Yeah?” (Y/N) answers slightly confused. Janis kisses her. (Y/N) smiles and blushes. They cuddle closer as they both slowly doze off towards the end of the movie.

A/N: this is my first time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad lol

[dutifullyshamelessearthquake]

Ta da!!

My goodness I love these two. it’s so much fun for me to make art from these stories I love it so much! I did keep things slightly more simple this time around but that’s mostly just for my own sanity. I get a little too excited occasionally and realize if I don’t reel it in I’ll never finish things 😅. These are bits mainly from chapter five and a little bit from four. I wasn’t sure how we feel about like…actually drawings of vomit? I don’t want to push it (and frankly idk if I’d be comfy with it lol I’ll have to think about that) but I still want to include like…the energy ?🤣

I can’t wait to draw more stuff as fics continue!! I hope to expand too and draw other pairings and moments as well!! But I think sick Cyno and caretaker tighnari will always be my number one hehe 😊

(Ps…personally… I hate the clothes I put them in??? Like I had to stop eventually cuz I was waaay over thinking it and it’s really not the point at all, but at the same time I was like..wait how many outfits did they pack? How many times do they change clothing? Would Tighnari even look good in that color?? It doesn’t matter and kinda made me laugh but I was this close to doing online window shopping to get better inspiration 🤣)

OMG IT'S HERE!

I don't know how you do this but you always manage to blow me away with your art JUST LOOK AT THEM!! LOOK AT OUR BOYS!! THEY'RE SO- AH! You have no idea how happy these make me 😭

They're my favourite pairing to write right now too, so you can bet I'll be spoiling you with a lot more content of them! Especially sick Cyno, he melts my heart.

AAHH I don't know what to say without rambling! I'm so giddy, I can't stop looking at these!! (I love that drawing of Cyno sitting on the edge of the bed and throwing up- you somehow captured just how miserable he is, even with only his back showing!)

And I think the clothes are cute!! I love that you drew different outfits in both pages of sketches! Tighnari is 100% the type to over-pack, he definitely had an absurd amount of spare clothes. Which, good thing, I think Cyno sweated through several pairs between chapter 4 and 5 😭

AGAIN! Thank you so so much for all the beautiful fanart you've shared!! It means so insanely much to me to see fanart created of my works, and your art is so good too!! I am one very happy writer right now!

(on the topic of drawings of vomit! Absolutely only draw what you feel comfortable drawing. I think you portrayed nausea really well in your drawings, and I really like how you drew the sketch of Cyno throwing up! I am not at all phased by vomit in drawings, so whether you choose to draw it or not, I don't mind at all. As long as you're comfortable with what you're creating! Also if you were to submit drawings that included actual vomit, I would probably just put the art below a cut with a warning, for any of my followers who'd rather not see it.)

[genesisgijinka]

Do you have any tips for drawing backgrounds? Yours always look so nice

aww thank you! As for tips...

Tip #1:

Find references. I sketched the cover for chapter 4 three different times, because the first two didn't evoke the majesty of the Prism Tower in the way I wanted it to. And then I saw this

I think you can see how this translated into the cover

Tip #2:

Do studies. Be it from photos (your own or from a royalty free website like pixabay, but watch out for AI garbage bc the perspective is usually wrong) or from real life. It's not cheating, it's encouraged, and it's industry standard. Idc if you have photographic memory, get something from real life in front of your eyeballs and draw it. Try and keep your reference close to your drawing so that it's easier for your eyes to flick back and forth between the two. This is how you can train your eyes to really see what's going on in an image. Compare angles, shapes, sizes, and distances.

I use clip studio paint for Genesis, which has perspective rulers and they're super handy for speeding up the process (first image) and again, is not cheating. It's a tool to use in your arsenal. A little tricky to use, but once you get it down, it's fantastic. I also really recommend using other mediums, like a sketchbook and a sharpie (2nd image) or dinking around in Paint (3rd image). Limiting yourself in challenging ways is a great way to grow fast. Experimenting like this is also great for finding a style or technique that you click with

Tip #3:

Be aware of the cone of vision. This is a technical skill, but it's one of those things that you don't necessarily have to draw out every single time (tho I'd recommend doing it at least once to burn it into your memory better). If your drawing is looking wonky, the cone of vision being breached is a likely culprit. I'll link a video to someone who can explain how to do it better than I can.

Tip #4:

Learn how to draw things the same size in perspective. This is probably the thing I use the most. For example;

You have a tiled floor in a room. The lines going to the vanishing point are easy to do.

But how do you do the horizontal ones going across the floor?

Step 1: draw two horizontal lines, and put an X in one of them, going from corner to corner

Step 2: Going from the center of the X, trace a line back to the vanishing point

Step 3: from one corner, draw a line that goes through where that center line hits the tile edge

Step 4: at the end of this new line is where the next tile will start

Step 5: Rinse and repeat as needed

Ta-da! You now have tiles that are all the same size

This also works for vertical things like windows or telephone poles

One of the most useful applications I've found this trick for is making sure that everything is the right size. Sticking a person in a drawing is an instantly recognizable way to show scale

Whilst sketching the cover for ch 4, I'd accidentally made the doors way too small in the buildings in the back, so I slapped some people down to make sure they were the right height (This is in 3-point perspective, so the trick still works, regardless of if it's 1-, 2-, or 3-pt perspective owo b )

[incorrectshantaequotes]

Sooooooo...remember that Harmony drawing/redesign I did around two weeks ago? Well - in the same vein, I present to you all: Plink!

So, before I go into the design notes - big shoutout to @shantaeandthebluemoon, whose design for Plink was absolutely one of my main inspirations here. Like, the vibes for that design were spot-on; I may have added a few of my own touches, but honestly she deserves the majority of the credit here. Anyway!

As you can see, Plink here has a vibe somewhere between "video game mage" and "mysterious witch who lives in the woods somewhere." Again, majority of the credit goes to shantaeandthebluemoon, but the pseudo-poncho around her shoulders is entirely my addition - I figured it made more sense for Plink to be almost entirely covered up, so it does double-duty both serving that purpose and being a subtle reference to the likes of Final Fantasy

The sash around her waist is there almost entirely to help break up the long cloak, and also to help keep some pink in her color scheme, since it's otherwise relegated solely to her shoes and eye beads

Now, the staff is where it gets fun. There's a bit of a gnarled look going on there, and there's a strange lantern hanging off the end of it. Now, again, this is partially just to add to the vibes. The vibes are very important here. BUT, there is also another, in-universe purpose to this staff. Because, you see, while I was doing this redesign, a thought occurred to me: "hey, hold on. how does Seer Magic work offensively?" Now, this isn't a new thought; between Shantae's animal transformations, Harmony's earthquakes, and Zapple's electricity, it's very clear to see how the other half-genies can/could fight, and even Vera you can do something with by saying her Refresh Magic also gives her some light control over plantlife. But Plink? Yeah hard to see that translating to combat. And in the past, my response to this thought has been "sssssome sort of psychic powers, maybe?" and then putting it out of my mind because it honestly doesn't matter that much. But this time was different, because this time? I got an idea. And that idea was...

Ta-da! Meet Blink and Ink. These two are spectral entities known as Eye Spies, cousins to the floating ghost eyes Shantae can encounter in HGH and SS, but unlike said ghost eyes, these two are considerably less hostile, and serve as Plink's primary means of offense since Seer Magic doesn't really help her much on that front. When she's fighting or wandering in the dark, they tend to possess the lantern, but outside of that they'll usually be possessing her eye beads.

Blink and Ink are what's known as thaumivores, creatures who eat and sustain themselves on magic. Now, they're hardly any danger to Plink; with how powerful genie magic is, if they tried to eat it, they'd end up exploding in the process before they could even get anywhere - the only thaumivores capable of doing that are also the ones at the top of the thaumivore food chain and the only species of sapient thaumivores, the Sirens. BUT, while they're not any danger to Plink, whenever they're out fully and not possessing anything, her magic will calm down and still out of instinct. That could be very harmful in a combat situation, hence why they possess the lantern, but outside of combat, Plink really appreciates the whole "calming down her magic" thing. Since she can have issues, you know, turning it off sometimes, Blink and Ink are very helpful on that front

"hey wait their names are Blink and Ink and they work together with Plink. is this a Pac-Man reference" Yes absolutely. The opportunity was right there of course I was going to take it

[gloriouswhispers]

the last time they spoke anywhere close to this was at the bar, all those months ago. and lia doesn't think this really counts as a conversation, considering hunter's back is turned to her. but a smirk plays on her lips briefly at the small noise of his grumble. maybe hunter finds it easier when he's not looking at people? it's an amusing thought but she draws a breath as he asks about her life before.

'yeah, i heard it ain't really much of a thing. our mama had always been like that though. she wanted us to be happy and believed you could find happiness through learnin'. but she'd say, s'long as you come right on back you can go where you want.' she chuckles fondly and her head tilts, staring at the back of hunter's shoulders as he talks about new york. 'yeah you don't seem like a busy city type.' she laughs. 'i can see why you didn't like it. too many folks, huh?' she doesn't know much about him but he's not the first of his kind she's ever met. it's somewhat easy to piece together a little vision of the type of person he is. 'you ever wanted to go some place else?' lia's curiosity gets the better of her before her hand waves, despite hunter unable to see it. 'you don't gotta answer that.'

lia laughs again, brows bouncing up as she studies the dresser and the bed. 'mm, i don't know. the bed is temptin' to throw out. it squeaks like a damn mouse.' her hand takes his, switching places and as if on cue the bed squeaks away as hunter's weight shifts onto it, lia producing a quick ta-da motion with her hands. now it's her turn to have her back to him, making quick work of emptying the dresser from sparse clothing. 'who? aid? nah. we worked it out, this one's wider and his one's longer. taller? skinnier.' she tells him and suddenly, she finds it is easier to speak to him without looking at him. 'i heard that el ain't come back yet with isla. i'm guessin' y'all got a plan together to get on out there next?'

He grumbled to himself, already making note that he'd more than likely ignore Lia's words. It would be too easy to say come back, but the situation itself wasn't. The complications between Isla and Aidan were too vast and hurting Isla meant he would hurt Elliot. So, Hunter kept his mouth shut. Letting the strange urge to tell Lia to come back fall away with his silence.

He supposed it was the same with every wolf pack, but the only similarities he could see between him and Lia were their closeness to their family. It was an easy way for him to find respect for her on an otherwise impossible to navigate terrain. "Why'd you travel so much?" he asked, still not looking to her as he placed the crib together piece by piece. "Never heard of packs that let wolves just go off," Hunter added in a string of his own thoughts. "We never really left Atlanta, not much anyways. Went to New York a few times, that was a piece of shit city. Hope they burned it down." he grumbled to himself again, catching his words in a cough soon after.

Lia's reaction made him pause, glancing over his shoulder to her and finally he laughed. "Well, somethin's gotta go. Sure as hell can't be your bed." he waved a hand, deciding it was best to get the thing gone before the crib was fully together. "Empty it out or somethin' and I'll take it." there was something different in Hunter's voice, a sense of lethargic that he couldn't place but had been following him for some time now. His hand offered to help Lia from the bed, the two of them having to swap places in order for any movement to happen in that fucking room. Hunter sighed again at the size of it, glancing over the walls. "Nah, this ain't right. Has he got a bigger room?" he pointed to the other side of the kitchen, presumably where Aidan was.

[hotxcheeto]

Can I request arcane characters like Vi, Mel, Jinx, Viktor, ekko with an s/o who is covered in tattoos, piercings

━ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐒/𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 & 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧�� - Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Sevika

����𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, suggestive, mentions of pain?

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - sorry this took so long! and i don't write for mel, viktor or ekko as of right now so i just did vi and jinx and added two for me!

PLEASE REBLOG IF POSSIBLE ! THEY'RE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED !

☼ 𝐕𝐈 - Vi has tattoos, and she really likes how they look on her body and so when she met you she was in love. The way each color compliments your skin and the black and white pieces up your back and around your arms. Not to mention the piercings you have.

Totally asks you questions about your piercings and when you got them, even considers getting some of them herself. And your tattoos, you're literally so hot, like before you guys started dating it was so obvious she liked you, she couldn't bring herself to not stare.

When you both are going to bed you can feel her fingers running along your skin, tracing the ink. You'll look over at her and she'll pretend like she ain't completely in love with you. She'll hide her face in your back but once you turn back around you'll feel her fingers once more.

Loves when you trace her tattoos, it makes her feel so loved.

You'll invite her to get a tattoo with you and it makes her so happy. Especially with how excited you get while you both are getting them. Or with piercings, you'll for sure help her give her another while you both laugh about how bad she is at staying still.

Vi totally likes when you wear shirts and tank tops that show off your arms and back, and you love it when she doesn't wear her bandages and when her shoulders are out.

Very hot couple 10/10

☼ 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗 - LOVES THEM. Loves to trace and touch them and if they're black and white she'll color them in. Jinx will sit there for so long with her markers while all propped up in your lap and coloring your arms and back all pretty and then when she's done she'll pull away and go 'Ta-da!' and make you look at them in the mirror.

When Jinx has her episodes she'll trace your tattoos while she tries to calm herself down, quietly humming while moving her nail up and down and around your arm. Your voice soothing her.

She'll tug on your piercings as well, no matter where they are and if she can pull them, she will. Or she'll tap each one on your face while teasing or talking to you.

Definitely just stares at you and admires you while laying in your lap. Or while you're working, Jinx just sits there and stares at you.

Loves to sketch you new tattoo ideas and show you them very proudly, and even if you don't use them you for sure keep each one and hang them up somewhere. So everytime Jinx breaks into your apartment she sees her little wall of artwork and your fridge covered in her drawings.

It makes her blush.

☼ 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍 - Caitlyn is completely clean with nothing coating her skin and so when she meets you, she loves it. Loves how you look nothing like anyone in Piltover and are covered in ink.

Just like everyone else she'll trace them and she'll ask what each one is or what it means. Or why you got it, even if it's the dumbest thing in the world she likes to hear. And if there are stories behind them she likes to listen to them even if you've already told her before. Taps them and tickles you while you tell her as well.

And your piercings are so pretty to her, she'll ask if they hurt or when you got them. Also wants to know the stories behind those, and if you gave them to yourself, she's very intrigued.

Watches when you take them out because again, not many people in Piltover have facial piercings like you. She's like a toddler, she watches, a lot.

You could probably convince her to get a small tattoo that's hidden away, but that's about it. She's pRoFeSSionAl.

☼ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 - She thinks you're so fucking hot. Like you're her little gem she likes to show off, just in general. Like loves to just unapologetically stare at you, but if you point it out she'll kill you and no one will ever find the body. She gets flustered. But will destroy you.

Like Caitlyn, she asks you about them here and there. About why you got them and what they mean, and if they have no meaning she'll listen to you make one up while smiling like an idiot. Kicking your feet back and forth while pointing at them.

Sevika also wouldn't mind getting one with you, or even a piercing once sees yours. Asks about the pain and even if you'd get anymore.

If you ever get any new tattoos or piercings she'd help you care for them, mostly because you take care of her after she gets her ass beat.

You're so fucking hot to her, did I say that already?

[venomous--fics]

Anon Requested: Could you imagine dating Eddie Brock/Venom and then bringing them home to meet your father & mother figure Peter B. Parker and MJ? Like- maybe the reader is a spider-person aswell, who is/was Peter's mentee/unofficially adopted kid, like- the awkward tension. (Especially if this is a universe where Peter knows Venom's identity, but Eddie doesn't know Peter is spider-man)

Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom x Spider!Person Reader

A/N: Day 15!! Halfway through October already? Shucks. Also this prompt had too much comedy potential for me to not write it ASAP. I hope you enjoy it! Also Spider-verse!Eddie/Venom has been on my mind since I saw the movie. I think they'd look neat in that style. I could draw them myself, but I would not do the idea justice I don't think--

"All I'm saying is-"

"Knock knock!" You called, opening the door, "I brought a very special guest, but you knew that."

Peter looked at the door, "Whose the guest?"

You threw open the door, "Ta-Da!"

You stepped out of the way and gestured to your "special guest," who was really just your boyfriend, Eddie Brock. Mj knew that, Peter knew that, however, Peter had no idea what the guys name was. He just put two and two together with your texts and shrugged it off as, 'Oh, the boyfriend introduction. Great.'

Peter stared at Eddie, no emotion or, in fact, any lights on upstairs. It's like the film reel just stopped turning.

Mj didn't get it, nudging Peter's arm, "Hey, don't stare. You're going to give the poor guy the creeps."

Peter looked at Mj, and then back to Eddie, rinse and repeat, "Really?"

"What?" She replied.

Peter looked at you, "Really?"

"What?" You echoed Mj's confusion.

"This guy?"

Eddie stepped over and held his hand out, "I'm sorry- Forgot to introduce myself."

Peter didn't have much of a choice, so he took the other man's hand. It didn't feel right, but it had to be done.

"I'm Eddie Brock. I work at the Daily Bugle-"

"I'm aware." Peter said flatly, immediately catching himself, "Ah, I just...Mean. Big fan...Your biggest fan."

"And where are my manners!" You half shouted, sliding over, "I'm so sorry. This is my dad, Peter, and this is my mother, Mj! Uhm, Uh, this is Eddie. He just said that- I- Anyone want something to drink?" You slinked away into the kitchen.

"This is awkward." Peter sighed, getting up from his chair, "I'll go help with the drinks- Make yourself comfortable. Not too comfortable though."

Eddie stood as still as a post. He's never been invited to meet anyone's parents, so he wasn't too sure if making himself comfortable was really a good idea.

Peter walked into the kitchen, nearly bumping into you as you prepared a few glasses of lemonade.

"Can you at least pretend to like him?" You were begging but you refused to look at him, "Please? I really like him."

"Does it have to be him?"

"Yes. It does. He's really nice."

"I'd beg to differ." Peter scoffed.

"You say that like you know him."

"You're saying you don't?" Peter scratched his face, "Really? No, uh, no bells or whistles? Hairs don't stand on end? Nothing?"

"No." You sighed, "Should I?"

"You aren't connecting any dots?"

"No, did you hit your head again? Do you need an icepack?"

"I'm being serious."

"I am too."

You grabbed the tray with the cups and walked back to the table. You sat down next to Eddie and he aided you in passing out the cups. Him and Mj were getting along, which you knew they would, since naturally she gets along with everyone. You just hoped that Peter would at least attempt to do the same. It would mean so much to you if he did.

Peter came back out and sat across from Eddie, continuing the blank stare. He really wasn't meaning to, but he couldn't help it. Like, how the hell does this happen. You and Him were literally beating the snot out of this guy like two days ago. Peter's secretly hightailing this guy to see what his problem was.

And now he's in his home. At his table. Enjoying everyone company but his. Peter was certain that Eddie had ulterior motives, because why else would he be here. Eddie probably wanted to watch Peter's world burn- Probably. Maybe Eddie figured out Peter's whole identity thing, and this is payback.

Eddie, on the other hand could not, for the life of him, figure out why Peter was just staring at him. It was making his skin crawl. Of course, Eddie wasn't going to say anything, seeing as this was very important to you. He didn't hate Peter, mostly because he didn't know the guy until now. Yet, despite that, Peter seemed to have a pretty good idea of who he thought Eddie was.

Eddie knew first impressions were everything, and he absolutely sucked at them. What the hell was he supposed to do in this situation? His coping mechanisms said to crack a joke, but the other voice in his head just said to eat everyone, except you, and go home. Obviously, that was not a viable option. There was an odd nagging feeling throughout the whole thought process.

"I enjoy reading your stuff in the papers." Mj said, trying to ease the extremely obvious tension.

"I'm glad you like it." Eddie replied, "I'm still new to the company- Uh, but I hope to do my own photography. I just have to keep pestering my boss until he gets sick of me."

"You should see some of his pictures," You added, "They're all so great! I was thinking of having him teach me so that way we could work together!"

Eddie really liked the idea of working with you, you were great to hang out with so why not be work buddies too. It just made sense to him. Oh, he thought, maybe that's what was bugging Peter. He was probably just jealous, and maybe felt replaced. Eddie figured that he'd have to make it up to him- Maybe not today, but maybe he'd invite Peter out to brunch or something.

It all made sense to Eddie now. Of course he's jealous! He was used to being the only guy around, and now he had to share the attention. For a moment, Eddie was worried that he had already done something wrong.

"I'm really glad I got to meet you guys." Eddie said, "You seem like wonderful people."

In that moment, despite every bit of knowledge that Peter knew to be true, he saw that look in your eyes that he's only seen one other time... And he knew, he had maybe misjudged, well not misjudged, but hell he's trying to feel guilty here- Perhaps he was jumping the gun. Maybe Peter had to separate alien from host- Oh, now there's an idea.

"We plan on visiting more," You said, "Since you mentioned that the basement needed some work."

"You two really don't mind?" Mj said, "I'd hate to-"

"Ma, please. We'd love to! Besides, I think looking around and doing some work here would be good for us." You reassured her, "We gotta get house ideas from somewhere, right?"

Peter let out a rather high pitched yelp, thinking that it happened in his head. You three looked at him, all concerned, Eddie more nervous than worried, though.

"Oh, did I do that? Out loud?" Peter asked, "Yikes. Sorry, you said house ideas- Which means that you'd- Oh boy, live together and I guess I panicked." He tried to nervously laugh it off, "Wow, I really did not mean to do that. Out loud. For everyone to totally hear."

This guy is a nutjob.

Eddie scratched his neck, looking over at the clock. Has it really been that long already?

Peter continued to laugh as he got out of his chair, "I think I hear my phone ringing."

You looked down at the table, seeing that his phone wasn't doing anything at all.

"It's not, but alright."

"It could be. It might."

You stood up and took care of the empty cups, "Eddie and I have plans tonight, so we'd better get going anyways."

"How exciting." Mj said as she too got up to give Eddie a quick hug, "I do hope to see you two again!"

"Definitely." You smiled, giving her a hug, "We can make dinner plans once I'm done with unpacking my stuff at his place if that's cool-"

Peter let out another yell, again, garnering all the unwanted attention that follows. He began laughing again, "Oops, there I go doing it again. Maybe I should get that checked out."

"Does he normally do this?" Eddie asked quietly.

Mj chuckled, waving you two towards the door, "He's just being himself."

You walked over to Peter and gave him a hug, "See you later, dad."

It bugged him to send you off with that guy, but it's not like there was much he could do about it now. He hugged back, "See ya around, kiddo. Don't be a stranger."

You walked to the door, waiting for Eddie, who was saying his goodbye to Peter. Shaking his hand once more, thanking him for his time, you know, the works. The nagging feeling continued until Peter caught on.

"You alright?" Peter asked, "I didn't ruin anything, did I?"

"Oh, no, no." Eddie replied, "I- Sorry, I just have this weird feeling."

The next words out of Eddie's mouth were said in a lower tone, but were said out of curiousity and not out of malice or even knowing anything.

"Do I know you from somewhere? It feels like we've met before."

[thegreatobsesso]

Word find game: eat, drink, write, and wash

I was tagged by @winterandwords this time :D

eat

Simon POV

“Whatever, listen, you don’t even see how good this is.” Callie rearranged herself in a sudden burst of energy, slinging one leg over the arm of the chair. “This is what you do: you just start dating Ash. Like, super casual. That’ll make Flora jealous, and then she’ll want you back. See? You can have your cake and eat it too.”

She made jazz hands, and he stared at her. “Ta da!”

“Wow,” he said.

“I know, right?”

“No, that wasn’t complimentary.”

Her expression deflated. “I’m just trying to help,” she said. “You’re kinda clueless with women.”

“Yeah, and you’ve got them all figured out. Your last one-night stand worked out great.”

Her eyes went wide, and then she huffed and turned away from him, hugging her mug against her chest. “That was low, Bennett,” she complained. “Really low.”

drink x2

Callie POV

“And I know just as surely that you don’t belong in prison,” he said, surprising her with the abrupt switch in subject matter. “I see you every day, trying. Growing. You’re a good person. I don’t even think you see it, and you sure as hell don’t let anybody else see it either.” He fished around for something in his desk drawer. “I’d never know it if it wasn’t for the bridge. And that makes me sad, and it makes me wanna fight for you.”

She wanted to ask him why, but he couldn’t possibly put it any clearer. “You’re a dumb fuck,” she said instead.

He pulled out a heavy-looking decanter and set it on the desk with a clunk. Whatever was inside looked like something he didn’t normally drink and something she definitely would, although she’d drink gasoline in the right mood.

“Back at you,” he said with a weary attempt at a grin, plopping two glasses down in front of her.

write

Simon POV

“You’re an amazing kid,” he said, hoping his honesty carried. Above their heads, models of planets and moons turned slowly on their strings. “You seem… well, you’re well-anchored, and that’s extraordinary, given how much you’ve been shuffled around. And that’s why this has to be a secret, at least for now. Because what happened twelve years ago isn’t a secret, it’s something people all over are interested in, and Callie is…”

How to explain it to Grace?

“Famous for being a bad person?” she suggested.

Maybe he should take the child on as a speech writer. She boiled things down that eluded him completely. “Yeah,” he nodded.

wash

Simon POV

Flora startled. “What are you doing?”

“Taking it.” He broke into Angela’s mind, found the source of the pain - it was easy, all-encompassing, everything. He put his power around it and pulled it into himself.

Someone called his name as an expression of surprise. Flora gripped his shoulder. These were things he dimly registered as the rolling fire washed over his nerve endings. He dropped his head to the clean white sheets and held the girl’s hand.

“Headmaster Bennett?” Her young voice, frightened. Already understanding where the pain had gone. He swallowed against it and lifted his head.

“I’m fine,” he choked. He wouldn’t believe himself but the pain was merciless and it was all he could manage. If he let go, she’d feel it again instead of him. He held on. “Don’t worry. It’s gonna be alright.”

Tagging @writeblrfantasy, @avrablake, @pertinax--loculos, @afoolandathief and @adie-dee with the new words: music, paint, draw and create :)

[harryspet]

pinky promise | p.parker, b.barnes & s.rogers

[Warnings] little!peter x little!reader, stucky x reader, stucky x peter, ddlg, ddlb, polyamory, fingering, vaginal sex, sex in little space, age regression, millionaire!stucky, hints of breeding kink

A/N: she’s finally here :)  i intended for this to have more stucky but it just didn’t work out lol 

In which Peter and you play Mommy and Daddy. 

taglist: @peterztinglez @lovelynerdytraveler @buckybarney @hollandsdream @micki-smiles @buckybarnesplumwhore @arts-ismything @saharzek @lovemassivelybeautifulbouquet @what-is-your-wish  @brattypeony @hermayone @buckysugar @mandiiblanche @nsfwsebbie​@yanderepeterparker @ttqueen05 @belleknows​ @write-from-the-heart​ @sad-ed-noise​ @quaksonhehe​

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word count: 2.6k

“Pick out which one you want, baby,” Bucky whispered before walking past the little curtain, talking into his cellphone as he listened in on an important phone call. You went back and forth trying on the same skirt, one white and the other a light pink. You were starting to get a bit frustrated, knowing that you preferred when Steve just chose for you. 

You huffed, deciding that you didn’t want to look at yourself in the dressing room mirror for any longer. You decided to put them back on their individual hangers and put your clothes on. That morning, Daddy had put you in one of your “big girl” dresses. It was still light blue with ruched sleeves but, paired with your white sneakers, you looked normal enough to walk around the mall. 

When you left the dressing room, Bucky was waiting for you. His face instantly fell when he saw your expression, “What’s wrong?” He grabbed your arm softly and when you turned your face away from him, he grabbed your chin, “Which skirt did you pick?”

“I didn’t like them,” You spoke softly, your eyes slowly rising up to meet his.

“But you looked beautiful in them,” You gave him a shy look and his lips began to tug into a grin. He reached up to brush a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“I can’t decide,” You told him, “I don’t need them anyways …”

“Nonsense. If you can’t choose, then my princess must have both. How else are you supposed to turn heads and make a good impression on the first day of classes?” Bucky easily dismissed the idea, “We’ll have a fashion show tonight and the boys can help you pick.”

You should’ve known that money would be no object to him. It was never to Steve but it seemed Bucky liked to spoil you especially. No wonder Peter was so spoiled. 

“Thank you, Papa,” As he heard your voice, the raise in pitch and the pouting lips, he knew what you needed. He kissed your forehead softly. 

“Awe, my baby doesn’t want to be a big girl anymore. Let’s get you home then, princess.”

It was true. Your date today was very nice and you loved the bond you were building with Bucky but you wanted desperately to wind down in little space. After a long day of college classes, your favorite thing was coming home to Steve but now you got to come home to three people who wanted to baby you. 

From the moment, Bucky buckled your seatbelt for you, you were already beginning to slip. He held your hand the entire ride and as the two of you walked into the luxurious brownstone in Brooklyn that you called home. 

You were quite ready to run into Steve’s arms but the first thing you saw was Steve’s arms wrapped around Peter. The younger boy was sitting in his lap, playing a video game, his eyes focused on the flat screen illuminating the living room. 

When Steve saw you, he smiled of course, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Steve was Peter’s Daddy as well but, in your moment of wanting to regress, you couldn’t help but want Steve’s full attention.  

“Hi, Papa!” Peter shouted, his eyes not leaving the Mario Kart game. He was dressed in his PJ’s, the footie ones that had all the little Darth Vader’s printed on them. 

“How was your trip? Successful, I hope,” Steve asked. 

Bucky seemed to notice your mood had a fell and that's when you felt his hand on your waist. He lifted you easily, setting you on his hip, all while holding your shopping bags. You were very grateful, resting your head on his shoulder, “Very successful but this one is in need of some tender love and care. I think we need a nice warm bath, don’t we?”

Bucky felt you nod and his lips pressed into a thin line. Steve flashed him a knowing look and Bucky gave him a look that said, “don’t worry, i got this”. The merging of your small family went much better than Steve had anticipated but you still had your moments. 

Bucky carried you upstairs into the room you shared with Peter. The walls weren’t painted white but the two sides of the room contrasted each other. Peter’s side was full of pastel blues and greens while yours was rainbow central. 

Bucky ran a bath for you and, much to your enjoyment, he joined you inside. You felt completely relaxed as he ran a wash cloth along your skin, soaping you up and massaging your skin gently. Your back against his front, Bucky could feel you slowly relaxing. 

“You know, both Daddy and Papa love you very much,” Bucky spoke into your ear, his hand dropping between your legs, slowly spreading them. 

“Mhm,” You agreed, shivers running through you despite the warm water. 

“And Peter does too …” As his fingers spread your folds, his strong hands began to rub in a circular motion.

“I know, Papa,” His pace was still gentle, every circle he made teased your sensitive bulb, and you found your hips starting to grind against his fingers. Your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the sensation. 

“That’s why I think that this weekend … you and Peter should spend some time together, while Daddy and Papa are away on business.”

Your eyes opened at that, surprise evident on your face, “Without Papa and Daddy? But we’re too little-” A small moan escaped your lips as he paid special attention to your special area. You slowly closed your eyes again. 

“Your big brother will take care of you, whatever you need, princess,” Bucky spoke softly, his fingers working methodically against your clit.

All you could do was nod, agreeing with whatever Bucky had said. You were too focused on your incoming orgasm to disagree. When you finally did release, Bucky didn’t let you go, he kept going until you were trying to pull away from his body. He wrapped his other arm around your torso, pulling you back, as he made you ride out your orgasm.

“Good girl,” He groaned into your ear, “What do you say?”

“T-Thank you, Papa,” You panted and he began to kiss the skin on your shoulder. 

+

You were still deep into little space when you awoke the next morning. After a tearful goodbye to Steve and Bucky, you decided that you’d play dress up in order to cheer yourself up. Peter explained to you that he was going to be a “big boy” and make the two of you food for your tea party. A tea party that he invited himself to after complaining that his own stuffed bear was invited before him. 

You’d chosen a cowgirl hat to go with your flouncy pink dress and set the living room up to be your venue. The coffee table was fully decorated and pillows surrounded the table for all your guests to sit. 

“Petey!” You called to the kitchen just as he entered with a plate. You told him he had to dress up if he was to join you but he refused to put on one of your dresses. Instead, you had to settle for him wearing a red cape and a crown. 

He set it out in the middle of the table, proudly smiling as he exclaimed, “Ta-da!”

You took one look and pouted, “You burnt it,” There were about ten slices of burnt toast with butter, “And where are the finger sandwiches? Cinnamon scones?”

Peter gave you a confused look as he took a seat on the pillow beside you. He was already grabbing a piece of toast and stuffing his mouth, “The toast is pretty good,” Was the great response you received. You shook your head, deciding to just pour the tea for everyone. 

“Here’s tea for you Buttons, Sassy Cat, Miss Sprinkles, Sir Horse  …. and for you Mr. Parker,” You poured his tea carefully and you smiled, noting how impressed he seemed by the simple act. You set down the pot and grabbed your own cup, “And make sure you sip it like this, with your pinky out, because we’re sophisticated.”

“I thought you were a cowgirl,” Peter chuckled a bit as you watched him try to sip his tea carefully. 

“A cowgirl princess,” You corrected him with the utmost seriousness, “I’m still sophisticated.”

“My apologies, your majesty,” He bowed his head slightly and you felt your cheeks heat up.

Your day had started with burnt toast but you had a feeling Peter was going to make it a fun day. 

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Hours later, the living room was now shifted into a small fortress made of blankets and chairs. Toy Story was playing on the TV while you and Peter paid attention to your separate coloring books. Your most relaxing pastime was having your paci, letting it soothe you, while you colored. You stayed inside the lines unlike Peter and he’d constantly tear out his pages before starting again. 

The two of you had changed out of your costumes from early, having done a million activities since tea this morning. You were down your panties, a rainbow t-shirt, and fuzzy pink socks. You were flipping the page in your book when you felt Peter’s foot graze the bottom of yours. You didn’t think much of it, even starting to find the feeling soothing after a while. 

When you turned your head towards him, you found him watching you, “I’m bored,” He spoke suddenly, “Let’s play a video game.”

You only shook your head, turning back to your drawing, and you heard him let out a frustrated huff of air. The stroking of your foot soon turned into a tapping. Despite your attempt to ignore him, he began to inch closer to you. When you turned your head again, his face was only inches from yours and you were looking into his brown eyes, “We can play pretend some more,” That made you perk up and, despite being in the middle of drawing a castle, you set down your crayon. 

You gave him a curious look which caused him to smile, “We could play Mommy and Daddy,” As your eyebrows raised in confusion, he continued, “Well I’d be the Daddy and you’d be the Mommy of course. Don’t you know how to play?”

You slowly shook your head and Peter leaned in. You were frozen for a moment as he kissed your pacifier. You felt your cheeks heat us as he gently removed it from your mouth then pressed his soft lips against yours. You’d never shared a kiss with him while the two of you were alone and, for a moment, it felt forbidden, “We have to ask permission…”

Peter could see your enjoyment as clear as day, “But we’re just pretending. Mommies and Daddies kiss all the time,” You nodded, understanding though you still felt a bit nervous. 

“I like your kisses, Petey,” You said and you watched his face turn red. He leaned in again and you were grateful for his touch, how he moved your lips against yours, and how his tongue began to explore your mouth. You turned on your side and you felt his hands roam over your backside. 

He dipped his fingers into your panties, causing you to cry out, “Shush, we have to be quiet. We can’t wake up the baby,” He whispered to you and you instantly nodded, enjoying the sensation, “You’re soaked, Y/N.”

You could feel his member growing hard against your thigh, still confined to his underwear. You reached out to touch it and you watched him shudder at your touch, “Geez…” He groaned, “Do you want to make another baby?” Something seemed to shift in his eyes and suddenly he was more eager than before. 

“Yes,” You nodded, playing along to whatever scenario he was making up along the way, “I love being a Mommy.”

Peter couldn’t wait much longer and you let him climb on top of you as you quickly pulled down your panties. He didn’t waste time with his own underwear, pulling out his hard cock, and pressing against your warm heat. You felt his tip rub against your clit and then up and down your folds. 

You held onto the sides of his torso, gripping his striped shirt tightly as he began to sink inside of you, “Y-You’re so tight, honey,” he began to rock back and forth, looking into your eyes as he hovered over you. He gripped the pillows beneath you tightly, the motion in his hips causing your body to convulse beneath him. 

“Peter, peter, peter,” You breathed, biting down on your lip. His head dipped down, kissing your lips again and, distracted, you didn’t notice that his hand moved between your thighs. He fucked you while his hand stroked your sensitive bulb, knowing that would send you over your edge. As you tightened around him, you brought him to his climax. 

As he collapsed against you, catching his breath, you welcomed his embrace. 

“You can’t tell Papa or Daddy,” He told you, hugging you tight.

You only held out your pinky and he wrapped his around yours. 

You wouldn’t tell but you imagined the grand punishment that would ultimately lead to you cumming until you passed out. 

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“Petey … petey,” You tapped the sleeping boy’s nose until you finally startled him awake. He was quite cute when he slept, holding tight to his teddy bear while he was tucked into his baby blue sheets. Peter pouted as soon as he opened his eyes, seeing you hovering over his face, book in hand, “I can’t sleep.”

He attempted to close his eyes again, “Count your sheep, Y/N,” He mumbled as he turned his head away from you. 

You bounced on top of him, your legs straddling him, and he awoke again, “I counted all the sheep! Like five trillion-million of them,” As your voice raised, he pressed his pointer finger to his lips. He sat up on his elbows, giving you a frustrated look. 

“Shush, you don’t wanna get in trouble, do you?” You instantly shook your head, obeying his warning to calm down. Peter eyes the book in your hand, “Why can’t you read it to yourself?”

“I like the way you read,” You spoke earnestly, “And you can say all the big words.”

You knew that would work, stroking his ego. Peter loved it when everyone treated him like a big boy. He thought for only a moment, a small smile tugging at his lips and suddenly his tiredness was gone.

“C’mon, get under,” He motioned for you to move and, excitedly, you climbed under the covers with him. The twin-sized bed fit you two comfortably and you liked cuddling more than anything. As Peter pulled the covers over you, he whipped out the flashlight he kept underneath his pillow.

You rested your head against his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, as you listened to him, “Don’ you worry, Harry. You’ll learn fast enough. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you’ll be just fine. Just be yerself. I know it’s hard. Yeh’ve been singled out, an’ that’s always hard. But yeh’ll have a great time at Hogwarts — I did — still do, ’smatter of fact.”

The accents he used always made you giggle. Peter was quite the story teller but that didn’t keep you from drifting off a few minutes later. Peter kept reading, entranced by the novel, but stopped when he heard your soft snores. He turned off the light and let the book fall against his stomach. 

“G’night, Y/N.”

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WayV “You draw them”

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Qian Kun: 

You hadn’t really thought about it, when you left the drawing on the table but it wasn’t really a secret. Kun just never expected to see a drawing of him floating around the dorm at least not a seriously drawn one. The members would tease him with bad drawings of him of course, but this, this was good. 

“I see you found my drawing.” You said, walking past him as he admired it. He stuck out his arm to stop you, pulling you into him. It warmed his heart that you took the time and effort to draw him and draw him well. “You didn’t have to do this.” Kun said, burrying his face into your neck. “Why not, I like drawing pretty things and you’re just the prettiest.” You said, pinching his cheeks and making him look at you. You could see a light blush coating his cheeks and ears, making you smile.

“Thank you, it’s going right next to my computer. I want to see it all the time.” 

Ten: 

“What are you drawing?” He asked, watching you sketch agressively but not to where he could see what you were drawing. “None of your business.”You said and looked at him, sticking your tongue out at him. “Wow, uncalled for.” He scoffed turning back to his own piece of paper. 

A few moments later, you lifted it up with a lot of pride on your face. It looked a lot like him and when he was concentrating he just looked so cute, you couldn’t help yourself. “Ta-da!” You said, showing him your masterpiece. “Wait you were drawing me??” He asked, taking it from you after dropping his own pencil. “Mhmmm.” You said with satisfaction, really liking the way it looks. 

“This makes up for you sticking your tongue out at me.” 

Winwin/Sicheng: 

Sicheng always looked like something stepped directly out of a fantasy novel, he was just so beautiful. You just wanted to draw him and you wanted to do it right. So you really took the time, you wanted to surprise him with it. 

“I made a thing.” You said, handing it to him face down. “You did a thing?” He asked, looking at you with a cocked brow. Sicheng had already thought that he was forgetting an anniversary or a birthday, so panic filled him. “Yeah, I couldn’t help myself.” You explained and he turned it over, seeing the drawing of him in incredible detail. It looked just like him, he was so impressed and his heart felt warm.

“You couldn’t help yourself? This is hours of work. It’s so good, it looks so good. How did you do this?” 

Lucas/Yukhei: 

He loves it when people draw him, he absolutely adores it. Mainly because sadly the talent of being able to draw passed him and impressed him immensly when someone else could. So when he figured out you could draw, he continuously asked if you could draw him to which you always said no. 

However you did want to draw him, you just didn’t want to do it when he asked because well you wanted to tease him a little. This made him extra surprised when you slid the paper in front of him. “I drew you.” You said nonchalantly and he looked at you with wide eyes. His hand grabbed yours and pulled you into him so he could smush your cheeks. 

“FINALLY! Thank you. I love it.” 

Xiaojun/Dejun: 

It was normal for you to come along when he wanted to get some practice on the guitar and record some songs and covers. But it was also normal for you to get bored so you always brought along something to do, today you were doodling Dejun in every position he would settle in.

“What are you doing?” He asked, finally taking a break and sitting next to you. His head rested on your shoulder as you continued to doodle, smiling once he noticed what you were doodling. “Is that me?” He asked and you nodded, smiling at him. “Yeah, I got bored.” You laughed and he cuddled into you more. 

“Maybe I should pose for you, have you draw me like that.” 

Hendery: 

Wayv had had a series of absolutely stunning photoshoot and you were just so compelled to draw Hendery. You were disappointed in yourself that you hadn’t done it sooner, so you decided to just do it.

Only for Hendery to walk in on you mid sketch, ruining the surprise. “So you really liked that photoshoot huh?” He asked, leaning down to your level and kissing your cheek. “I couldn’t help myself.” You said in return, patting his head lightly. “It looks really good, you should draw me more often.” He added on, keeping his cool when on the inside he was absolutely losing it. Hendery loved that you took the time to do this. “Thank you baby, now leave so I can finish.” You said, making him laugh and his body left yours. 

“Fine, your choice. I could’ve modelled for you but if you prefer to work off of a picture I get it.” 

Yangyang: 

Yangyang wished he had that type of creativity you and Ten had, it was something he was incredibly envious of. He just really admired it and really loved it when he saw people who had that same talent, but he never expected you to draw him. 

But you did it anyway, because well he deserved it and he was beautiful. “I did something for you, I hope you like it.” You said, sliding the drawing in front of him and watching his expression shift. It was filled with joy and he was oh so touched. “WHAT? You didn’t have to do that! It looks amazing. I love it so much.” He said, rambling while looking at closer. You were chuffed at his response, just admiring how greatfull he was. “I’m glad you like it.” You said and he looked away from the drawing and at you again. 

“Like it? I love it! I want it framed. I want you to teach me how to do this. It’s so cool.” 

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Stony, 18+, Steve just likes to fuck Tony is his fancy cars

Ta-da!

As always, everything I write is on ao3 too

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If asked, Tony would say that there are many benefits to dating a billionaire.

He learned that from the people he’s dated: Tiberius, who was in it for the fame; Sunset for the money; Rumiko for the… well, Tony wasn’t actually sure what Rumiko got out of the deal but she must have gotten it because two days before their first anniversary, he’d found her with Tiberius of all people.

But then there was Steve. Steve, who was too good for him, who Tony had met at the opening of his first exhibit and fallen in love with after a single evening, who held him like he was something precious and not something that a thousand other people had used. Steve, who had been asked about the benefits of dating a billionaire and, after he’d punched the reporter, coolly informed her that the billionaire was the benefit.

Which.

Well.

No one said things like that.

But Steve did. And he believed it. He really truly felt that the best thing to come out of their relationship was Tony himself. Tony loved him for that. Well. He loved him for lots of reasons—his innate goodness and his big heart only two of them—but the fact that Steve loved Tony for Tony was pretty high up there.

It was a little difficult sometimes when Tony was used to throwing money at his partners to make up for his mistakes, used to paying for everything, used to wielding his power to get them what they wanted, and Steve would just turn all of that away instead of accepting the extravagant gifts and favors, but they made it work. Steve made him want to make it work, and Tony would do just about anything to keep them this way. He knew that Steve was the same way about him: willing to do whatever it takes to make Tony happy, to make them work.

Anyway—Steve’s opinion was that dating Tony was the best part about dating a billionaire, but if Tony had to pick one other thing that Steve enjoyed, it was the cars.

Steve’s preferred mode of transportation was the motorcycle his mom had gotten for him, of course, but he adored Tony’s garage of cars, particularly the ones that went fast. Tony had never met a speed demon like Steve before, and he loved taking him out to Highway 1 in the middle of the night, when no one else was on the road, and watching the look on Steve’s face as Steve pressed down on the accelerator and kept his foot there as they whipped around curves at twice the recommended speed.

It was the hottest thing Tony had ever seen, second to none. He never had a single problem with Steve screeching to a stop at one of the scenic outlooks, tossing Tony into the backseat, and fucking him until he screamed—because if there was one thing Steve loved more than the cars, it was Tony with the cars.

“Look how gorgeous you are,” Steve murmured, running a reverent hand down Tony’s heaving side.

Tony whined, hands twisting in the silk tie keeping him pinned to the door handle. He’d known when Steve had insisted on taking the Aston Martin out that the night was going to end like this. Steve only wanted the four-seaters when he wanted to fuck Tony in them. But this—tying Tony to the door handle while he fucked him just slow enough to keep him on the edge instead of tipping over—that was new. He hadn’t even taken Tony’s panties off, not that he’d needed to—they were designed for easy access and to look pretty and that was about it—but it was the principle of the thing.

“Steve,” Tony whined. “Move.”

Steve just chuckled darkly, bending down to bite a mark into Tony’s throat. Tony keened, arching his neck to give Steve greater access. “It’s cute that you think you can make me do what you want,” he said. And then he pulled out, that ass.

“No,” Tony gasped, hands straining in their bonds to reach for Steve, pull him back in so he has to fuck him. But he couldn’t. Steve was too good at knots for that, damned boy scout.

Steve knelt up as best as he could with the low ceiling, hand stroking his cock lazily. “Could get off right now,” he threatened. “Could spill all over that pretty red lace and leave you like that, all hard and aching for it.”

“You wouldn’t,” Tony replied, despite knowing that Steve absolutely would. Most of the time, Steve was the most generous lover in the world, seeing to Tony’s needs before his own, making sure that they both came at least twice, holding him as close as Tony wanted afterward. But then there were times like tonight, when Steve could be mean. Tony loved both sides of Steve equally, he really did, but he loved getting to come too.

Steve’s eyes gleamed dark and hard in the scant moonlight filtering in through the tinted windows. “Are you challenging me, sweetheart?” he asked, voice silky smooth. Tony shivered and then mewled when Steve palmed his cock through the lace. It scratched against his cock, catching on the sensitive skin and making him arch up into the touch.

“’s too much,” he cried. “Steve, baby, please.”

Steve’s hand was off of him in an instant, back to stroking himself as he stared down at Tony. “You sound so good, Tony,” he groaned, adding a twist at the end of each stroke. “Look so good too, all pretty as a picture spread out on those expensive seats, not even caring if you ruin them. Bet I could make you spill across all that fancy leather, tell you to clean it up with your tongue, and you’d do it too, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”

Tony whined, the leg not pinned against the back of the seat coming up to hook around Steve’s leg in a futile attempt to tug him back down. He would do it, he knew. He’d do anything that Steve asked of him, even if he knew that this in particular was an empty threat. Steve wouldn’t make him lick anything if he didn’t know what else had touched it. But the thought, the picture Steve’s words painted of licking his own come off three-thousand dollar seats, had him arching again.

“Please,” he begged. “Please, Steve, fuck me, come inside me, please.”

“Is that what you want? Want me filling you up?” Steve shoved two fingers inside his empty hole, rubbing firmly against his prostate. Tony hissed, pushing back into them. His cock was leaking, so ready to spill if Steve would just—Steve pulled his fingers back out and Tony nearly sobbed.

“Your cock, baby. Want your cock.”

Steve’s face softened almost imperceptibly. He leaned down to brush a sweet kiss across Tony’s open, panting mouth. “Okay, sweetheart,” he said and pushed back in, drawing a long moan from Tony as Steve filled him all over again.

Steve set a punishing pace, hips slapping lewdly against Tony’s ass. The windows had long since fogged up, Tony noticed as he threw his head back, and he admired the droplets rolling down the glass for a moment before a hard thrust brought him back into the moment.

“Feel so good around me,” Steve grunted, licking a stripe up the side of Tony’s neck. Tony deliberately tightened around him, making him moan loudly. “Could be in you all day, coming inside you over and over again ‘til you’re as full as you want. You could take me, couldn’t you, sweetheart?”

Tony whined loudly, hands clenching on the tie. He would die, but if that was what Steve wanted, he would do it.

“That’s right,” Steve crooned, nuzzling his throat. “You’d take whatever I gave you, Tony. Feel so—ah!—sweetheart!”

His hips jerked against Tony twice more before he came with a shout. Tony could feel him coming inside his loose hole and he twisted, desperate to come as well. But Steve stilled him with a hand on his hip, petting him soothingly as Tony backed away from that edge again. He pulled out slowly, letting Tony feel every inch of his softening cock.

Tony could feel Steve’s come dripping out of him, sliding down to stain the leather seats and the back of his panties. He clenched, trying to hold it all inside him, but it was hard when Steve was still holding his legs apart so he could thumb at the rim of his hole. Steve made an approving noise and then leaned over him again to kiss him, lips sliding softly against Tony’s.

“You look so used, sweetheart,” Steve whispered. “All puffy and red, my come sliding out of you cause you’re just too tired to hold it in.”

Tony whispered back, “Empty.”

“I know. I’ve got something to help.” Steve reached over into the front seat, rummaging around for a moment before he made a triumphant sound and came back with something hidden in his hand. Tony got the barest glimpse of red and gold and he groaned, thinking about the plug Steve had to be holding. It was the perfect size to tease his prostate and it vibrated. He couldn’t imagine wearing it all the way back to the mansion, but he let Steve slide it in him anyway, not even bothering to put up a token protest.

“You still okay?” Steve asked, smoothing Tony’s sweaty hair away from his face. Tony turned his head just enough to kiss Steve’s palm and then nodded. “You want me to turn it on while we drive so you can come or do you want to wait until we’re back to the house so I can fuck you again?”

“Wait.” Tony knew he sounded exhausted—who wouldn’t when they had someone as incredible as Steve wearing them out?  Steve smiled and kissed him again.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Steve picked him up and slid him into the passenger seat, chuckling as Tony cried out when the plug jostled against his sensitive prostate. He pulled his own pants back up and got out, retrieving a blanket from the trunk to throw over Tony’s naked body before sliding into the driver’s seat. “You still sure about that?”

Tony weighed the benefits of coming now or waiting until Steve fucked him and nodded decisively. “Just don’t hit every pothole on the way home.”

Steve shot him a wicked grin and revved the engine. The vibrations shot straight up through the plug, thrumming through Tony’s body. Tony arched up out of his seat, sobbing at the feeling.

“Oh, Tony,” Steve murmured, pulling out of the overlook and back onto the highway. “I don’t need to hit every pothole.” He pressed the accelerator down to the floor and sped away.