#but i thought of this and it was funny enough for me to draw something :)

[seoulmatez]

— 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 ౨ৎ

suo hayato x reader. 1.3k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ hurt comfort ﾉ mentions of alcohol ﾉ mentions of cheating (neither suo nor reader)

it’s not often that suo finds him out this late, especially on a night when snow is falling from the sky like someone sifting powdered sugar. though, he was unable to make a worthy excuse to get out of a gathering with his former classmates—forced to drink and converse until everyone decided to take their leave. compared to his companions, suo only nursed a couple of drinks throughout the duration of their get-together, however, the effects of what little alcohol he had linger—an almost pleasant lightness in his head and a rosy flush to his cheeks.

he’s sure that last part could also be attributed to the cold—all the more reason to get home quickly. snowflakes have already started to land on top of his head, melting away in the chocolatey strands, but the walk to his place is enough to warrant pulling out his umbrella. suo does just that and begins on his trek. 

the streets aren’t entirely empty—much less bustling than during the day but those who partake in the city’s nightlife keep them somewhat lively. the crowds thin out as he makes his way further from the bars. there’s a certain serenity that comes with the near-solitude but the peaceful moment is short-lived when suo takes notice of the lone figure crouched on the sidewalk.

the cold is beginning to bite at your skin and the snow slowly piling up around you is only making it worse. you almost regret choosing here of all places to stop and have your breakdown but something told you that people wouldn’t take a sobbing stranger wandering the streets too well—not that your current position is much better. the truth of the matter is, you were never going to make it home before the dam of tears broke.

unfortunately, crying in public tends to draw attention, no matter how hard you try to curl yourself into an invisible ball. footsteps padded by freshly powdered snow alert you of someone’s presence. a pair of feet step to stand in front of you and with their appearance, the snow that was falling atop your head and over your shoulders ceases. you fight back the urge to scoff—does this guy really have the audacity to try and be kind after what he pulled back there?

you lift your head, just enough so that your mouth isn’t tucked in your crossed arms. “leave me alone, asshole.”

“forgive me, i’m a bit tipsy.” the voice above you makes you stiffen. it’s not the one you were expecting to hear. “am i the asshole you’re referring to?”

despite the embarrassment looming over you—both at having been caught crying and at your uncalled-for vulgar language—you press yourself to look up. the sight you’re met with is confirmation that you lashed out at the wrong person.

it’s funny—even though you just called him a name (a very unkind one, at that), the man is smiling.

“no, i’m sorry.” you bow your head in apology before meeting his eye once more. “i thought you were someone else.”

“that’s a relief.” he laughs lightly, a cloud of cold air pushing past his lips with the pleasant sound. you don’t know the man, you’ve barely had a conversation with him, but his laugh ever-so-slightly lightens the heart weighing heavily in your chest.

under the shade of his umbrella that blocks the light emanating from the street lamps, it’s difficult for suo to get a good look at you. though, even with the dimness, all it takes is the squint of his eye for the man to tell you’ve been crying. the dried streaks of tears, the glistening of your eyes, the subtle wobble of your lip—signs that, even in his tipsy state, don’t go unnoticed by him. “is something the matter?”

“nothing that’s worth talking about…” not with a stranger, at least. or maybe that’s all the more reason to spill your guts about your no-good, cheating soon-to-be ex. the thought is tempting but you shake your head. you’re sure that if you started recounting the events that led up to this moment, you’d start bawling again. and as far as you’re concerned, you’ve embarrassed yourself enough.

suo hums, choosing not to push you to talk when you would rather not. however, he can’t bring himself to walk away and leave you by yourself. it’s dark and cold and there are people a lot drunker than him who may run into you who don’t have the restraint to back off. “you should probably head home.”

suo spares a quick glance at his watch. it’s late, but not so late that you don’t have a way home. “the buses should still be running. i can walk you to the stop if you’d like.”

he’s right—it likely wasn’t the wisest idea to stop here, especially when you’re feeling so vulnerable. and if you want to make it back to your apartment without walking miles through the snow, it would be best to pack up your pity party now. “okay. thanks.”

suo offers you a hand to help you up. he’s stronger than he looks, you think as he pulls you to a standing position. the shoes you put so much care into picking out earlier in the evening are practically soaked through with moisture but suo is careful to make sure the snow doesn’t dampen you any further. 

“do you want those?” the man asks, his finger pointing to the long-forgotten bouquet of flowers that was sitting beside you.

a fresh wave of sadness washes over you at the sight, an unwelcome reminder of how your thoughtfulness was trampled on. in all honesty, you’d much rather leave the flowers behind like the rest of this awful night but that would be littering. reluctantly, you bend down to scoop up the bouquet.

the two of you begin to walk toward the bus station and a silence blankets you, much like the fluffy snow that sprinkles from the sky. oddly enough, the quiet isn’t uncomfortable—not like how you expect it might be with someone you met only a few minutes ago. you steal a glance at the man beside you. his gaze is glued on the path ahead of him and there’s a soft smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

a thought comes to mind and you find yourself voicing it immediately. “i never got your name.”

“i suppose we did skip that part.” he chuckles and, just like before, the sound makes your heart flutter. he turns to face you, the small smile widening as he does. “it’s suo.”

“suo…” his name rolls off your tongue smoothly. “nice to meet you.”

“the pleasure is mine.”

you grin at that because you’re sure he’s just being nice. you don’t know what part of encountering a crying stranger who calls you an asshole can be considered a pleasure, but you’re grateful for the accidental meeting. there’s no way suo can know this, but his mere presence saved you from being completely swallowed by sadness.

the lights from the bus stop come into view after a few more minutes of walking. your steps slow to a stop and suo’s do the same. 

“thanks for walking me,” you tell him as you duck under the awning. you’ve hogged space under his umbrella for long enough. “i appreciate it.”

“of course.” he waves his free hand like helping you out was the furthest thing from a chore. “please make it home safely.”

you remember him mentioning that he’d been drinking. “you too.” 

suo waves again, this time in a gesture of farewell, and turns on his heel to start on his way home. you watch his figure retreat beyond the snow and into the distance until you can’t see him anymore.

a sigh you didn’t know you were holding pushes past your lips. the weight of the flower bouquet in your hand draws your gaze toward it. with a derisive laugh, you drop them into the garbage can.

thanks for reading! if u enjoyed, please consider reblogging or leaving a comment :3

[kindred-spirit-93]

ulysses dies at dawn

good god this was quite the ride. thoughts!!

i walked in knowing nothing except its cyberpunk setting and gfdsdfgfdasdfsdf mind successfully blown

i love the narration so much. idk its refreshing to me at least in music. very creative and effective way to present info. big fan :D

i am very musically illiterate lol so apologies in advance, but the genre at first listen to me instantly made me think of bluegrass.

listen theres a violin and a banjo esque intrument (sounds like a shamisen to me lol) its close enough

anyway absolutely brilliant music, i like the juxtaposition of a futuristic premise & a somewhat older more grounded music style (i want to say country but i also dont want to be hunted down lol)

favourite songs are broken hahse horse and sunrise lol

my jaw dropped when the horse was scanned for everyhting including hidden soldiers (i wont spoil too much pls go listen) but there was a thing and it made everyone do things and *combusts*

interesting choice of characters! heracles orpheus ariadne and oedipus. i need art of them in 3 piece pinstripe suits nowwwww

took me a minute to get the mf joke lmao. nearly choked

orpheus my poor boi omg all he wants is his girl back :')

fuck u theseus. i feel bad for ariadne honestly. i wonder if in another reality she and dio also had something?

hades! being the villain isnt my favourite thing bc im biased as hell, but i do love the idea of him orchestrating shit for his amusement

the worldbuilding itself is amazing btw, the concept of acheron is quite fascinating and very sinister.

zeus is the worst omg eugh. the olympians are a mafia family lol

i love calypso having a bar idk why its such a funny concept to me. in my mind she and antinous own the place lol (epic crackship crossover no one can stop meeeee)

penelope my beloved. the end hit me like a truck. it was pretty fast like i barely had time to register the events as the story progressed (also i was studying so half my brain was elsewhere lol)

sunrise is the best song ever my ears have been blessed. the melody is ethereal i can literally hear the leaves rustling and feel the faint sunlight

according to the wiki the tree is an oak and ngl idve preferred olive but ig u cant have everything in life lol

the imagery is on another level. i never wished i could draw & animate so much in my life. i want to draw ulysses' last moments, crawling to the roots of the tree under which her remains rest

united once more in death as they were in life :')))))))

trying really hard to stay sane u guys and its getting harder augh

[everestgale]

jumping onto the opinion bandwagon. (that phrase alone might probably render my anonymity pointless but oh well.)

fucking amazing. in general.

no but you have such a distinct artstyle??? and your designs are so iconic and ESPECIALLY THE UPDATED VERSIONS??? DUDE there is so plainly so much thought put into those little sillies like that's clear enough, especially with those rambles you sent like they're so fun to read. in general, you have a pretty dang prominent presence among the community and are just all-around quite admirable.

it's nice to see someone actually having fun doing what they like. even if the rest of that someone's life is something we don't really know much about, at least it's amazing when they're actually passionate about the work they show us and are completely genuine about it. yeah you seem like that someone

i can't say anything without just regurgitating what the other anons have said so far lmao. but yeah, major shoutout to how chill you've been so far. and another major shoutout to the drawing everyone's voice designs thing, because that must have made a lot of peoples' days. we all love when you draw our voice designs. and our voice designs probably appreciate the kindness shown when others draw them, because their own artists aren't exactly treating them the best half the time lolol.

another major shoutout because you're cool

yeah that's it idk what to say

Thank you so much!!! For everything, for all your kind words and compliments, and for writing out such a nice message!! ❤️

I don't know if I would say I have a prominent presence in the community though (I'm too new myself for that to be the case), but it is nice to know that there's someone who thinks so, I'm having a lot of fun making art and hanging out in this community!! It's easy to be passionate and share my passion around here, and I hope to make it easy for other people, too <3

I genuinely love and adore this game, genuinely love and adore this community, and I hope to keep making more art and other projects for this community! And in fact, I'll share a little secret, I do have a quite large project in the works regarding that... the plan was to have it done just in time for New Years but, uh, that might be ambitious. We will see though, at the latest, it should be done sometime in January :]

Anyways! Thank you for all the shoutouts and all the kind words <3

(Also it's funny that you added that note at the beginning, because it's pretty much everything else but that phrase that (at least I think) made me recognize you lol)

Hope you have a great rest of your day though, and thanks again ❤️

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[razables]

i was struck with a vision

[ghastlyaffairs]

for something as trivial and simple those feelings sure are hard to get rid of

also made a gif a version for fun + alt version with no tears under the cut

the gif is in very low resolution...this is a feature (i could make it bigger but that would require saving each frame individually and than glueing it all together. also i feel like low resolution suits it better. aesthetically and fits the mood)

[justladders]

is this what you guys wanted?

I literally sat. used Fantasia (specifically the dancing brooms). a film that is considered monumental in animation film history. pushing the boundaries of animation technology. as inspiration with the shapes and character movement. and did this.

and i cant even lie. these two are silly guys. and i kind of love them.

[gilfrespecter]

Listening to coinstar by the growlers and thinking about mel so hard I get nauseous

Ridiculous stream of conscious in the tags apologies but not really

[sysig]

Those quick-jumps out of prison leave something to be desired... (P1 | P2 | P3) (Patreon)

[todayisafridaynight]

there's normal thought exercise questions to be had about fave charas like 'what would your fave do in X situation' or 'does your fave like Y why or why not' but the most important question to me i could ever answer about my faves is 'do they like shadow the hedgehog and is it purely ironic or do they have all 326 route titles memorized'

[wurstigdurstig]

Finally 100k words of oc yaoi

[geisttheawkwardnerd]

If I had a nickel for every time I thought a cartoony character was shorter than I was and then found out that they're actually 5' 3", I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

(this is about Dr. Neo Cortex and Pomni)

[moe-broey]

Man it truly sucks that like. The dude who did Planet of the Bass is a piece of shit LMFAO cause like. I feel like the DJ Crazy Times outfits PERFECTLY captured Moe's fashion sense and doodling those outfits spurred on A Bunch of ideas and I was having a lot of fun and even like an epiphany that spurred on a separate deeply self-indulgent project/concept (complete opposite end of the spectrum of indulgence) and then I find out ohhhhh. You weren't Just making fun of the fashion of the times and like, how it feels when you can't process shit so everything sounds a bit funny, and also just like how early 2000s music Is Sometimes (DEEPLY feel the song itself is SO DDR core ESP like... how it's just a bunch of vague jumbled concepts that's catchy AS FUCK) -- you're also a grown ass man still weirdly fixated on your autistic classmate you had in 3rd grade or some shit (have not looked at the vids myself and don't wish to, but from what I've heard it's essentially that).

(Further clarification -- he's making fun of autistic kids who had like, very typical and understandable Needs to accommodate being autistic in a classroom. As a grown adult. Like why are you even still thinking about this LMFAOOO move on, grow up LMFAOOO)

[diorkittys]

somethin’ sweet before i go ˚ ♡ ⋆｡ vi + fem!reader

synopsis : when your arrest turns out to be an attractive, arrogant zaunite who’s, obviously, had a bad night, there’s one thing she asks for before being turned in. c’mon, can’t you give her something sweet before handing her to a cold cell?

—TW : kinda hate fucking , fingering , dom!vi , afab , post jinx attack

“hey, princess, any chance you’re sweet enough to loosen these up a bit?” your pinkette prisoner grunts, rolling a kink out her neck.

your expression is nothing short of unimpressed for the taunting games your newest problem has come up with. glaring up from your paperwork, you bit the inside of your cheek in frustration, “quit with the pet names—do you find your situation funny?” you turn around to face the arrogant zaunite, cuffed hands extended behind her back. you found it rather annoying how nonchalant she was—or worst, she found this amusing. “you are being detained for assault,” you continue, “that’s a night in jail, ‘sweet stuff.’” mocking her previous taunt.

she just scoffed, but it was far from being insulted. a sly smirk and dangerous blue eyes peaking beneath cherry strands looked up at you.

“ya’ think i’m sweet, princess?”

you hear the familiar clanking of metal rubbing against each other, bringing attention to her restraints.

“undo the cuffs and i’ll treat you sweet all nigh-“ her prurient statement cut off by the force of your forearm knocking into her chest, subsequently shoving her against the wall.

“you forget yourself, trencher,” your arm jabs in the smug, although rather charming (and quite attractive), outlaw’s chest, and her eye twitches in a wince. “you’re in my territory now—it’d suit you well to not make a fool of me; i’m sure you’ve been taught the same in that… mess of a city across the bridge.”

your tongue held venom as you almost seemingly spat out the insult like it was truly sickening to speak of. there’s an unspoken challenge being held between the both of your glares. you tack on a huff from your flared nostrils to seal the conversation and to warn the zaunite in front of you from talking back.

but as the tense silence subsides, the cherry-haired woman draws out a teasing smirk, scoffing again, “ever been to the undercity, sweet-cheeks?”

her question seemed more rhetorical than anything. you didn’t answer, clenching your jaw, keeping your eyes fixated on hers as to not give a look of submission. she took your quietness as a ‘no’ and raised a brow,

“thought so.”

she leaned her head in closer, as close as your arm would allow—although, there wasn’t much distance to set you apart anyways. her eyes lidded now as your confidence wavered from the almost predatory air hung around her; like when a lion, hidden in the tall grass, gets a perfect angle of their prey.

“they’d eat that pretty, little ass up as soon as you stepped foot beyond that bridge.”

you gasped, quietly, eyes widened at her obscene words. you could already feel your body betraying you, blood involuntarily heating up the plump of your cheeks.

the arm held sturdy against your prisoner was now weak, a second thought; not to her, no, that was accordingly.

calloused hands snaked their way to your waist, armored with enforcer gold, a symbol of integrity to wear, resolute.

your eyes flicked to the (god, she is attractive) woman near inches away; you were trapped in a lion’s den, she was already staring back at you.

“how di—when did you…”

so much for standing your ground—your stuttering voice gave it all away.

“what? get those things off?” she chuckled, motioning back behind her, “you were right ‘bout one thing, princess: i learned a whole deal in that ‘mess of a city’.”

she near whispered your quote, not hushed, but emphasized, troublingly so. her hands wandered, dangerously, coming to settle at the plush of your hips, hips that had you bent atop her. a deft thumb pushed pass your attire and gently circled into your bare skin.

“are you… are you gonna hurt me?” you pressed your lips in a fine line, apprehensively awaiting a dreaded answer.

but to your surprise, she paused, then snorted, and in a quick motion, she manhandled you to sit on her lap. you yelped in shock, your hands were rigid against her chest that you were so very close to now; stiff as a board as you feared for the worst.

“can’t a girl want somethin’ sweet before you send me to a cold, hard cell, huh?” now the finger in charge of exploring your supple skin came to swipe at your plush bottom lip. “but if you want it to hurt i can make that happen too.” her voice was sultry, thick with an insatiable desire.

your proximity gave you a chance to see the small initial tattooed on her cheek, “vi.” you spoke out loud, really only for you to memorize.

vi smirked, “yeah, princess? don’t wear it out just yet.”

your brows furrowed, pursing your lips; you tried to move, but vi had a firm hold on your hips that just wouldn’t let up… (not that you even tried that hard). “piltover station will be here soon… we can’t—i can’t be seen like this; this is unprofessional.”

“when’d you make that call?” honestly, vi was barely listening to your reluctance and excuses, busying herself with unfastening your gold belt that you hardly even noticed.

“an hour ago.”

“then we have an hour to ourselves. c’mon, do you really think ‘proper piltover station’ is any more worried about a call for an undercity scum than the rest of the hundred they receive a day? they’re preoccupied with the councilors after that attack… seems to me like they left you out the loop, hot stuff.”

you took offense to her insulting jab at your importance, disregarding her sing-song mockery of addressing piltover station. you reached for her wrist that was unbuttoning the blue fabric of your enforcer two-split skirt, “what is that supposed to mean?”

she took no notice to your grip and pushed aside the outer garment, glancing back up at you through that addictive, crimson hair. she gave a dry smirk, “didn’t mean to rile you up, princess—just meant that i could treat you better than them.”

that betraying flush tickled your cheeks once again, and you, rather hesitantly, let way of your grasp, allowing her to do what she needs.

she snorted, in an amused manner, tapping your thigh, “sit up.” how shameful it was for you, an enforcer, to take commands from anyone else—let alone an… undersider. yet, here you were, standing upright as she told you to, albeit a little more eager than intended; you hoped she hadn’t noticed.

she noticed.

her legs spread out on the chair, making her appear even larger than her stature gave her credit for. she bent over, resting her elbows on her thighs as she pulled at the hem of your khaki shorts. you assisted and looped two thumbs at the waistband to shimmy down your legs. your shorts pooled at your feet and vi leaned back to admire the sexy sight she had in front of her with a grin on her face.

a pretty enforcer, nervous as can be, with a half-undone uniform and pink, lace panties exposed just for her. what a contrasting view. you were captivating. already trained to take orders like a puppy, she’d think in her crude mind; you’d be her good girl for a while, you’d be so good for her.

with two fingers, she motioned for you to come sit back down on her lap; the way her legs manspread was inviting enough. you obliged, holding onto her broad shoulders.

those engrossing fingers came back to handle your hips, slowly moving to cup the mound of your ass and kneading. you huffed, painted nails digging into her trapezius.

“ya’ like pink, princess?” she mentioned your cute, lacey panties; although, now stained a darker shade.

your eyes flickered up to her hair before timidly searching anywhere else to keep your focus busy. vi found that cute, not admitting that that turned her on way more than it should.

“i don’t disdain it.” you purse your lips, “and quit calling me that.”

vi chuckled, “but you’re poised, like a princess.”

“you have no idea of me.”

“well, i know you’re risking your title just so i can get you off,” fingers go to trace the hem of your panties, her middle drags along your clit muffled by the fabric. she grins, “and by the looks of it, you’re enjoying the thrill.”

you gasp at the sensation, a feeling your pussy was aching for. “is it because you know we might get caught? geez, princess, you into that kind of thing?” she almost laughs at you, but not to mock you; she finds that hot as fuck.

adept hands push the annoying polyester to the side. fingers, rather spider-like, creep over your throbbing cunt; middle and index gather your pooling slick to act as lube as she glides over your clit.

you bite your lip to suppress a moan. you find your legs begin to tremble, being forced open by her own, keeping you spread for her to do as she likes.

“i didn’t know topsiders could be so dirty.” this time she does laugh. she rubs at your clit long enough for your heart rate to pick up, long enough for your head to find stability on her shoulder, long enough for you to become a mess in her hands… but, not long enough for you to get off just yet.

vi reaches down to your neglected hole, pressing her index atop it, deep enough for an audible squelch to echo through your office, which in turn makes vi groan. you mewl, nails digging deeper into the muscle of her back.

“not so poised now, though.” she mutters, mostly to herself. with your dripping slick, it takes nothing more than a swift movement for vi to slide her index inside you, bottoming out knuckles deep. you keen, arching off her chest. the scratch from her bandages only added fuel to the fire.

“fuck.” vi’s grip on your hip strengthens, almost certainly leaving a prominent bruise later. “do that for me again, princess.”

and she didn’t have to ask because as she pulls her finger almost fully out, tantalizingly slow, she greedily shoves it right back in, curling the tip of it to hit in that, god, that perfect spot you know so well.

and, again, you keen, long and guttural—like a silent scream. subconsciously, your pelvis bucks into her hand, searching for more than you could even take.

after a few minutes of this, vi deems herself your voice and determines you’re ready for two. she pulls out entirely, much to your dismay, teasing you with a pause.

you brace yourself for something that never comes, and you huff, slightly pushing yourself up off her shoulder,

“vi… don’t st—“

and she stuffs her middle and index into your pretty, impatient pussy.

“ah!”

“who said i was stopping, pumpkin? we just started.” you slam your head back to its assigned spot.

vi thought she was right in this moment: you looked a complete and utter mess. it was one thing to fuck a pretty girl, it was another thing that she had a topsider, an officer—someone who, to piltover, was a woman of dignity and honor… a rich, privileged somebody who hated zaunites, found them filthy and worthless…hunched over her shoulder with a sopping cunt you were practically begging her to abuse. now that’s ironic. (and was you coming undone for her maybe a little bit of a victory for her hatred of topside, that she was degrading—fucking someone so noble?)

“shit, baby,” vi cursed, biting her lip. her whole train of thought did nothing but make her more horny, and she pumped extra hard this time, making sure even the graze of her knuckle filled you up.

“when’s the last time someone’s fucked you like this?” she chuckled—you hated her smug little laugh.

you sneered, just not before you moaned into the crook of her neck, breath fanning over her black-inked tattoos. “that’s, fuck, none of your concern, underside.” you spat, but, really, your words held no weight, not like this.

“hey, no need for the name calling, princess; if you’re a virgin too that’s totally fine—honestly kinda hot.” she teased, grabbing the mound of your ass to raise you up and slam back down on her fingers. you cried, your hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in that (rememberable) cherry hair.

“i’m not!—i’ve had—ugh! i’ve done this plenty of times… not that, ah, you should need to know.”

“oh yeah? you fuck a lot of your inmates then?… or is that just my privilege?” vi leaned into your ear, knowing that’d get you going. and what do you know? it did.

and you would’ve argued back, head picked up and everything, had she not curled her fingers the way she did or twist to find an ever better playing field or, god! even the lechery in her voice had you toppling over, had you right there! yes, fuck, right there!

“fuck, vi, right there! keep going! yeah, right there, ugh!” you moaned, legs shaking, trying desperately to close and hide away from how fucking good this felt.

you bucked into her hand and you didn’t have to tell vi twice because she was already pumping extra hard and faster than before, with a combination of her thumb rubbing circles into your swollen clit.

“shit, princess. almost there?” she already knew the answer. she was groaning as if she was fucking herself; just the pure sight of you, of this, was enough… although, she’d need to engrave this memory into her brain and use it later to get off herself (she could use this picture of you to get off for years it felt like).

“vi!”

you sang like gospel, pulling her hair like you’d fall if you hadn’t. you came hard, right on her bandaged fingers and she road you through it until the only thing you could hear in the room was the lewd, wet noises coming from your hole.

she stuffed you full of your own juices and at that point, you couldn’t tell if that or her hands were more filling.

you were both panting, one more than the other. vi hoisted your left leg over hers to hold you bridal style as you settled down. bringing her hand to the light, she pulled apart her middle and index to watch your slick web between them and she weakly laughed.

blue eyes looked over to the gold, industrial clock you had sitting on your work-desk, reading a quarter til’ 12. she sighed, picking you up with her before setting you on the chair you had originally handcuffed her to.

“looks like i gotta go, princess.” she feigned innocent, as if this whole interaction was a drive by. one by one she picked up discarded clothing and crouched at your legs to dress you back up. you, too tired to protest to being treated like a child, let her dress you like a doll, even buckling up your belt.

you watched as she went to write something on a piece of sticky note paper you had sitting by your confidential files before turning to walk out the door, running a hand through her hair.

“you can’t leave—you’re… you’re under arrest.” there was no confidence in your tone, just a fucked out raspy voice.

vi stopped before leaving, hands in her pockets, “tell ‘em officer kiramann already came to pick me up, they won’t give you trouble.” she threw the hood of her red jacket over her head, reaching for the doorknob.

“oh, and… meet me at my place if you wanna do this again… okay, princess?”

[evilgwrl]

I'll suck your dick for a long breeding kink Simon story (ily) 👉🏻👈🏻

i ❤️ breeding kinks and u anon

CW: BREEDING KINK, titty sucking, PIV (No protection, pls use this irl), oral sex (f receiving), praise, slight daddy kink?, cream pie, lactation kink kinda, orgasms yippee

There was something primal inside of Simon, an urge that simmered through him like magma, coiling into every vein and muscle with a need to be filled. It consumed him wholly, wracking his brain with images and thoughts.

Images and thoughts of you, full and round with his seed, his child.

Simon never knew he wanted a family, always content with the one he met on the field. That was until he met you. You were a ray of light, always cheery and smiling, so feminine and beautiful. He needed you, and that was enough, but he wanted more.

He had never approached it with you before, but he was always so careful in case it scared you away. It all began when you were waiting in line at the supermarket, a newborn straddled to his mother’s hips as it cooed at you, slobber dribbling down its mouth as its eyes crinkled with laughter.  You were so quick to smile back, waving with glee as you pulled funny faces, a chorus of laughter soon following from the little one.

It only got worse when you were on your period, raving on about how you sometimes wanted to be pregnant just to get rid of it temporarily.

But Simon believes it really struck him when you were fresh out of the shower, pushing your belly out for fun to look as though you were expecting. You turned to him with cheery eyes and simply asked, “Do you think I would look good pregnant?”

Now, it was all the Lieutenant could think of.

You were a doll, always rushing around for him after he returned home, begging him to relax as you tended to his needs. You would be such a good mother.

“You want me to run you a bath? Give you a massage?” You murmured, rubbing his shoulders as you sat on his lap, thick hands rubbing at your thighs.

Simon groaned in a pleasured tone, nodding, “Only if you join me, sweet’art.”

The bathroom was thick with lavender, small rocks of decedent salts melting in the heated water, clouds of steam fogging up the mirrors as the fan overworked. Your body moulded to his as the bath swished around you, gently rocking against your upper back as your hands wrapped around his shoulders.  

Calloused hands rubbed at your hips, kneading the flesh delicately as he rested his head into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your scent with a deep sniff.

“Ain’ I the luckiest man alive to have someone like you, you’re always so good to me,” Simon mumbled, voice slightly muffled by his lips pressed against your skin.

Your hands found the back of his neck, pulling him away from you with a smile as you kissed him, “I missed you, Si.”

“I missed you too. And these,” he snorted, groping at your tits as you giggled, working your fingers through his hair.

His cock grazed against your pussy, nudging your slit as you adjusted on top of him, lifting yourself slightly as he brought a breast to his mouth. His teeth grazed against the fat enjoying the way your breath hicked as his tongue swiped your hardened nipple, your fingers gripping into his shoulder with a profound tightness.

Simon was quick to work his palm against the other, enjoying your subtle moans as he tugged at the nipple, drawing the other one into his mouth with a harsh suck. You were so complicit to him, rocking your hips as you ground against his aching cock.

The man was practically slurring against your tits, switching between nipples as he kneaded the flesh. His voice was quiet as he breathed against your skin, barely audible, “Need to fill these up with milk, makes me go crazy thinking about how sweet you would taste.”

Your ears were hazed over with arousal as you only grumbled out a ‘huh’ immediately melting as he began to lick at your chest again. Your breasts were covered in spit, nipples erect and sore as you whined into the steamy air.

Simon’s hands were heavy as he pulled away from you, tugging you into the air with ease as water dripped along the floor, leading a trail to your bed before you were plopped down, wet body squealing against the sheets. He was quick to spread your thighs, lapping in the way your pussy throbbed as he tickled you with kisses, peppering over stretch marks.

Two fingers were quick to spread you open, folds sticky with your slick before the hotness of his mouth sealed it with a layer of spit, suckling at your sensitive clit as Simon growled against your cunt. Your mouth was tingling with cries, prickles of pleasure settling against a sheer layer of sweat that soaked your skin.

Your body was entranced by his tongue, writhing every-time he focused on your nub, your own hands playing with your tits as you rocked against his wet muscle. “F-Fuck Si- just like that-“

You were so needy, so desperate for release as he worked against your movements, thighs closing around his head as he muffled sweet moans into your flesh.

“Tastes so fucking good,” he slurred, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he nestled in closer to your pussy. His cock was leaky with anticipation, moist with pre-cum, edging him closer and closer the more noise you made.

Your orgasm was fast, hitting you with ease as your back arched, thighs shaking as you came with a squeal. His tongue was rapid, licking at your juices like a madman as you moaned, attempting to push his relentless attack away.

Simon pulled away, chin drenched in both spit and arousal as he licked his lips, staring at you with unmistakable hunger. He was quick to work your legs open again, heavy cock hanging low as he tugged at it, pressing the angry tip against your clit.

“Need to fuck you, doll,” he spat, rubbing his pre into your squelching folds as you nodded. No matter how many times you took him, the burn always ached through you, working into your muscles as it coiled into a hot pit in your stomach.

His grunt was loud as he bottomed out, resting in the warmth of your pussy as you stared up at him with tear-streaked eyes, your mouth stuck in an ‘o’ shape. You were so full, cock rubbing against your gummy walls with every slight movement, already kissing your neglected cervix.

“Please move- please-“

He obeyed, pulling out before rocking back into you with a quick thrust. Simon moved your legs, holding them over his shoulder as he pounded into you with a relentless force, giddy on your fucked-out expressions, incoherent blurts leaving your pouty lips.

“Take me so fucking good baby, make me never want to leave. Need to cum in this fucking pussy.”

You clenched. Hard.

Simon paused slightly, staring down at your squinted eyes, hands rubbing at your pillowy tits before you relaxed again.

“You want me to cum in you? Fuck a baby into this pretty cunt, hm?”

You babbled out a yes, tugging at your tender nipples as he growled into the air. His pace was brutal now, desperate for release as you milked around his length, pants leaving your mouth in shallow breaths.

“Gonna look so fucking sexy pregnant- all full with my child. Gonna make me a Daddy? Gonna fuck you until it sticks. That’s it baby - keep sucking me in, just like that.”

Simon was feral, grunting into the air as he fucked his cock into your wailing mound, slick stringing down his full balls. Your screams were loud as your head tilted to the side, tongue lapping from your mouth as you mewled in the pleasure.

“You’re gonna be such a good mommy, aren’t you sweet’art? So fucking good- so fucking tight. Just need to breed this perfect pussy. All fucking mine.”

“Y-Yours, Simon. Please fill me up,” you said, voice cracking as you gripped onto his neck, pulling him flush against you into a mating press. Delicate fingers found your clit as you rubbed the wet bead, moaning against his mouth as he kissed you, an endless supply of adrenaline pumping through his body.

“You gonna give me as many kids as I want? Gonna keep you pregnant, so full and round with my babies. My perfect fucking girl.”

Your breath wedged in your throats as the coil grew in your stomach, sloppy motions rubbed against your clit as Simon fucked against your sweet spot.

“Milk my fucking cock, baby, that’s it- cum for Daddy.”

His words sent you into overdrive, your eyes rolling back as your noises halted, stuck in your oesophagus as your lungs jolted full of air. Simon was quick to follow, your clenches wrapping around his shaft as he came with a groan, hot spurts of come coating your walls as he gripped onto your neck.

The Lieutenant was reluctant to pull out, desperate to keep his seed inside of you, buried at the hilt. You whined at the loss of contact, thick cock leaving your aching mound with a huff as Simon rushed to the bathroom.

You melted into the sheets, gently stirring as he wiped your face and neck with a cool compress.

“Did so well for me,” he praised, rubbing at your cheek affectionately. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his wrist.

Thick loads leaked from your exposed cunt, a hiss leaving Simon’s throat before two fingers pushed his work back in.

This man meant what he said, he wasn’t stopping until it stuck. Until you were pregnant and forever his.

[xiaq]

I want an AU where Steve is a werewolf and Eddie is a vampire except neither of them know about the other.

Eddie is the frontman of an up and coming band, but he's left his coven and surrounded himself with humans. They perform after sunset anyway so it's easy enough for him to hide his nature.

Steve has similarly left his toxic family pack and built his own pseudo-pack through the kids. He works as a park ranger. Or an ornithologist. Or something else nature-y/nerdy. But no one knows about his furry little secret.

Maybe Steve ends up attending a concert with one of the kids who has VIP passes and Eddie zeros in on Steve immediately at the meet and greet because he's pretty and preppy and delightfully out of place and also he smells good. And Steve is having similar thoughts, but he tries to play it off because there's no way an honest to god rock star would be interested in him and his polo and his boat shoes (also his hearing is temporarily fucked from the concert, so he doesn't register Eddie's lack of heartbeat).

After some light flirting, Eddie invites Steve back to his hotel and Steve is like, you know what? Yes. I am going to have a one night stand with the gorgeous front man of a metal band and I'll probably fall a little in love with him by the end of the night and it will break my heart when he kicks me out in the morning, but it will be an experience. Let me go drop off my kids and I'll be right back.

Except what he doesn't know is Eddie is planning to have a little snack while they're in the throes of passion––not enough to hurt Steve or anything, just enough that he'll have a pleasurable blackout and wake up tired but sated.

The only problem is that neck-biting (that breaks the skin) for wolves is the equivalent of marriage.

So when Eddie bites Steve, instead of a venom-drunk human, peacefully slipping into sleep in his arms, he gets a very horny, very confused, werewolf who is now insisting that they're married.

I can't decide if it would be funnier if Wolves/Vampires didn't know about each other, Ie:

"You're a Werewolf?" Eddie says, "What do you mean you're a werewolf? Werewolves exist? No. Shut up. Prove it."

And:

"Holy shit. A vampire. Vampires are real," Steve reaches for Eddie's face and Eddie is so baffled by the everything of this situation that he lets Steve pinch Eddie's top lip and peel it up off his fangs for a mortifyingly long moment. Eddie draws the line when he starts poking at Eddie's incisors, though.

"Why do I feel funny?" Steve mutters. "Will your venom kill me?"

"How should I know," Eddie hisses, only a little hysterical, "I didn't know wolves existed until two minutes ago, I've never bitten a wolf before."

"And you won't be biting any others, mister. Infidelity is not ok."

The other option is that wolves and vamps DO know about each other but stay so isolated in their covens and packs (and loners are super unusual) that they never interact. So Steve and Eddie are both like, dang, I'd been raised to think all of your kind were smelly/ugly/gross, but you uh, don't fit into that box at all. Weird.

Regardless, Steve (still naked, probably) crosses his arms all huffy, like, "well, we're married now, you're not going to bite me and then cast me aside like some harlot," and Eddie is like "...I'm weirdly ok with this, actually. No arguments here." And eventually they live happily ever after.