#but. FINALLY… I MANAGED TO DRAW SOMETHING!!!!!

[fat-muffins]

Explanation and clearer images under cut!

First attack was for my best friend @vesselai! I wanted to take on something easy and fun to draw while also stepping out of my comfort zone (I have never watched IZ in my life) and get a feel for how AF worked!

Latest attack was for my friend DarlingJen whilst I was doing a Tarot theme for my attacks last year! I ended up getting burnt out unfortunately, but I was going through a small Spiderverse fixation and was excited to draw our sonas together!

My most time consuming and point-heavy attack was my Dutch Angel Dragon mass attack from Bloom vs Wither! I wanted to take in a big challenge while also having fun with it, and the background alone took me two hours to draw! I had to cram hard to finish it in time because I worked the last day of AF and wouldn’t be home in time to finish it before the fight ended- stayed up until 7 AM to get that piece done and I’m so proud of how it turned out!

And finally, my favorite attack! I had trouble narrowing it down, but ultimately I think it has to be the one I did for my friend @hallow-graves! I love the way I managed to get the lighting and I’m happy with the pose and movement in the piece.

Some of the other pieces I was tossing back and forth between for favorite were my attacks for nnmiss during Werewolf vs Vampire, NukeFur during Bloom vs Wither, and StormHeart413 during Steampunk vs Cyberpunk!

For nnmiss, this character was one of the first I’d attacked before and I meant to give more effort than I was able to, so I returned to him and gave it a little more oomf than the first time and I’m very happy with the result!

NukeFur’s is a very simple attack, but even with low spoons I’m still very happy with the emotion that I was still able to portray with the piece. I put all the effort into the character but still managed to make the background give the energy I wanted it to; suspenseful and dark.

And for StormHeart413, this was one of the first attacks me and my friend from middle school were able to reach out and reconnect to each other with. I was very happy to see them start using it as an icon both for profiles and on TH for the character, it felt like when I was a kid and my great grandmother would hole punch my drawings to keep them all in a binder. It felt warm and happy.

Hello Art Fighters, let's take a blast to the past! We created some templates for you to share your art journey through previous Art Fight attacks. Feel free to fill them out and tag us!

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We can't wait to see everyone's journey so far!

[musingsofmajesty]

𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 → 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬]

summary over than span of the school year, you go from the girl who plays with Eddie's hair to so much more | wc 700

.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・．

Shy!eddie who doesn’t dare say anything when you begin twirling the end of his curls around your finger by week three of sitting behind him in Mrs. O’Donnel’s class.

The gentle tug feels nice, and he’d be devastated if you stopped. He knew who you were—all of Hawkins High did. You always smiled at him in the halls, and he’d know the scent of your vanilla perfume anywhere. 

Then one day, playing with his hair transitions to you drawing small shapes on his back. When the dismissal bell rings, he finally musters the courage to turn around and look you in the eyes with a shy smile. 

“Hey,” he says. 

You realize then that he has faint freckles dotted on his cheeks. Over the bridge of his nose. You smile back like it’s the easiest thing to do. 

“Hi.”

He didn’t think this far ahead. Doesn’t know what to say, so he dips his head down and lets out a chuckle while praying his cheeks aren’t the dusty pink color he remembers his mother’s rose bed being when he was a little boy. 

“Sorry,” you murmur. “I can stop.” 

His brows lift a bit as if you startled him. He doesn’t have time to muster up a façade of nonchalance, so he rushes out, “No, it’s okay, you don’t have to. I don’t mind.” 

You bite your lip and tilt your head at him as you fight off your growing smile. “Okay.”

“Okay.” 

Next week at lunch, you mosey over to where he’s sitting by himself listening to music. 

Upon noticing you, he clumsily takes his headphones off and sets them on the table. He’s nearly halfway through his lunch. What he’s not expecting is for you to reach for the headphones and put them on your own ears. He shifts as if he instinctively wants to stop you but ends up refraining. 

Warmth rises to his cheeks. “It’s, uh, Metallica.” 

You hum. “Obey your master, huh?” you quote the lyrics back to him as they rattle in your ears. 

Eddie smiles sheepishly. 

“Are you doing anything after school today?” 

He blinks like he misheard the question, but musters up an answer anyway. “I—no. Not really...” 

You smile in a sweet way that makes his chest flutter. “Would you like to?” 

Shy!Eddie who starts seeing you outside of school more and more. At Lover’s Lake, the diner, the arcade, Family Video. You come to realize that turtles do come out of their shells. It’s easy to talk to him, and it helps that he’s cute. He feels the same way about you. 

You go to see him play at The Hideout, and wave at him from within the small crowd. You’ve listened to him practice in his room on multiple occasions, and there’s something gratifying about watching him do his thing in front of an audience of more than just you. 

Shy!Eddie who lets it slip that he’s glad he met you. 

One fateful evening, several months into this friendship, the two of you are sitting on his couch as rain patters onto the windows outside. There’s a sitcom playing on the TV, and even though you’re both looking at the screen, neither of you are paying attention. Over the span of thirty minutes, you’ve managed to press yourself even closer to his side without saying a single word. 

Finally, like he did back before you were friends, he musters up the nerve to peek over at you. The way you bite your lip makes something flutter low in his gut.

“Hi,” he murmurs, beginning to smile because he can’t help himself. 

You reach out to tug one of his curls. As you scoot even closer, your thigh presses against his. Eddie holds his breath when you close the gap between you to place a gentle peck on his lips. 

“Hey,” you whisper. 

Shy!Eddie who’s warm all over and can’t help but lean back in.

Thanks for reading ♡

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part ninety-seven: "The Comforting Touch"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: You spend the day miserably ill at home with Mittens.

Or

Matt comforts you in the shower.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.] [FFTD Series Masterlist]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut, violence

a/n: It's been quite a few months since this series had an update because of my unexpected crazy past few months, but here's a bonus installment while I still try to tidy up "The Rooftop." Sheer coincidence that I'm also sick while working on this one (because I've basically been ill the past few months straight). Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

A faint pressure along your shoulder broke through your peaceful sleep as something gently shook you, the sensation gradually drawing you back to consciousness. Unfortunately that also meant being able to feel the sharp, scratchy pain in the back of your throat along with the congestion in your head that you'd initially fallen asleep to briefly find relief from. 

You groaned miserably, the ache that had seeped into all of your muscles causing you to curl further in on yourself along the leather couch. Mittens, who’d been snuggled up in a little gray ball against you and asleep on top of the two blankets you’d tightly wrapped around yourself, raised his head and softly mewed at the disruption to his own nap. But you didn’t respond to the cat as another chill raced up your spine and you shivered beneath the blankets you’d been buried beneath ever since you'd managed to force down a single slice of buttered toast at lunch. You'd been freezing all day in the apartment despite the thick sweatshirt and sweatpants you'd dressed in this morning when you'd woken up sick.  

“Sweetheart,” Matt's gentle voice murmured somewhere near your ear. “Wake up, sweetheart.”

Curling further into a ball on the couch, you groaned in discontent again. If Matt was home it meant that you'd slept for half the day straight after you'd finished that toast because he was back from work. But yet somehow you still felt tired and cold. And sweaty. A light sheen of sweat coated your skin even though you felt like you were freezing beneath all the layers you had on.

“No,” you grumbled, eyes still closed. “Don't want to.”

Matt's hand, which had previously been lightly shaking you awake, affectionately gave your shoulder a squeeze. The sound of his soft chuckle while his warm breath brushed past your cheek drew another shiver up through you.

“Sweetheart, have you been curled up here since I left at lunchtime?” Matt asked.

“Yes,” you simply replied, your voice sounding even more nasally than it had this morning. “Comfy here. Warm-ish.”

“Warm-ish?” he questioned. 

You felt his hand release your shoulder before the tips of his fingers lightly pressed against your forehead. He hummed thoughtfully, the pad of his thumb lightly stroking your damp skin. Shifting under the cocoon of blankets, you leaned further into his touch despite Mittens’ protesting meow at the movement.

“Thought you had a bit of a fever,” he mused softly. “It’s not too bad, but it’s there.”

“You're warm,” you mumbled contentedly, eyes still closed. “Very warm.”

Another amused chuckle fell from Matt's lips as you pressed your forehead further into his hand. His thumb gave another stroke across your sweat-dampened skin before he finally removed it from your forehead. You whined in protest, your eyes finally opening as another chill shot through you at the loss of his warm touch against you. Matt was bent over the couch before you, his glasses removed as he gazed down towards where you lay on the couch, an affectionate twist to his lips.

“You've got a low-grade fever, sweetheart,” Matt informed you. “Have you taken anything for it? Been drinking any water?”

Another groan fell out of you at the questions, your eyes aching even just to blink. Of course you hadn’t because you’d been passed out on the couch asleep with Mittens all afternoon. You had been miserable and exhausted and hadn’t wanted to move.

“No,” you reluctantly confessed. “I didn't want to get up. Everything hurts.”

“Mmm,” he hummed out. “How about I get you something to help with the fever along with a glass of water? While you drink that, I can get a shower ready for you.”

“No shower,” you told him, shaking your head against the couch pillow. “I'm comfy here. Just said I didn’t want to move.”

“Sweetheart,” he began, tone lightly chastising. “You'd feel better if you did. And the steam would help your throat and your congestion. I can tell that they're bothering you.”

Squirming further beneath the blankets, you vigorously shook your head again. Humming out a negative noise in response, your arms wrapped tighter around the couch pillow.

“Why not?” he asked. “You always feel better afterwards.”

“Because I'd have to get undressed,” you croaked out. “And I'm warm now. Somewhat.”

Matt paused, a contemplative expression crossing his face as his unseeing gaze raked over your form on the couch. He was silent for a long moment, but you could still see the way he was piecing something together in his head. After a brief pause, he spoke again.

“Alright, how about this,” he said, sounding more confident in his suggestion this time. “You drink down the water and take the medicine, and I'll join you in the shower. I'll keep you warm.”

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you considered his offer. Truthfully, you really did not want to get up from beneath the blankets because the thought of taking your warm layers off sounded absolutely awful. But Matt ran incredibly hot–like a comforting heating pad in the form of a beautiful man. And having him wrapped around you sounded good, very good. Especially after having just spent the whole day miserable with only Mittens for comfort, having Matt to yourself sounded tempting. 

“I'm sick,” you weakly pointed out. “I'll get you sick.”

Matt shrugged his shoulders. “I'll be alright, sweetheart.”

“Pretty sure I've heard that before,” you mumbled.

Matt’s head tilted to the side, amusement glinting in his eyes at your tone as he gazed down at you on the couch. Your eyes narrowed curiously back at him. There was another part to his suggestion, you could feel it. You knew that look.

“What?” you asked him.

“I'll even wash you,” he added on, the smile growing on his face.

The thought of Matt holding you in the shower while his large hands washed you and eased the ache in your muscles was hard to pass up. A sharp exhale fell past your chapped lips as your body went slack beneath the blankets. Just like that, you immediately caved. 

“Fine,” you relented. 

“Knew that would get you,” he replied. “I'll be right back.”

Matt stood back upright, no longer leaning over your place on the couch. Eyes following him, you watched as he made his way around the furniture and headed towards the kitchen. Inevitably your heavy eyelids lowered as you listened to the sound of glasses clinking together before a cabinet door closed, then you heard the faucet running. By the time you heard Matt lightly shaking a pill bottle, you'd already felt yourself beginning to drift off again. 

“No sleeping right now,” Matt called back from the kitchen.  

His voice startled you back awake, your eyes flying open. A frown tugged at your lips in response. Him and those fancy Devil senses were always so in tune with your body. But as your gaze fell down on Mittens still curled up against your stomach, and you heard Matt’s soft footsteps approaching from the kitchen, you found yourself actually comforted by how closely he paid attention to you. You’d often spent a lot of time in the past wondering if a man like Matthew Murdock could ever truly love you, and situations like these always proved it.

In a matter of moments, Matt was once more leaning over you. Glancing up, you focused on both of his outstretched hands. There was a full glass of water in one and two little pills in his other.

“Take these,” he ordered. “Drink that whole glass of water, too. I can tell you're dehydrated and your body needs it, especially with that slight fever. I'll go get the shower warmed up for us while you do.”

Slowly pushing yourself upright on the couch with one hand, your other attempted to keep the blankets from completely falling off of you. With an aggravated noise, Mittens rose up from his place on the cushion beside you, shooting you an annoyed look before he hopped off of the couch. Ignoring Mittens’ dramatic reaction to being disturbed when he wasn’t the one who was sick, you reached out and accepted both items from Matt’s hands. As you did, you saw Mittens stalk his way towards his cat tree again before climbing all the way to the top. He settled down to nap again, almost intentionally turning his back to you and Matt.

“You don't even take this good of care of yourself,” you grumbled, focusing back on Matt. 

The corner of his mouth quirked upwards at your comment. “Because you're more important,” he stated.

“I strongly disagree with that sentiment,” you argued, voice cracking a little as you spoke. “I’m not the one going out and saving people at night. You are.”

“Debatable,” Matt countered easily. “You arguably make a lot of important impacts in the city with the articles you write, sweetheart.”

“Which leads me to get incredibly ill from it,” you muttered. “And put on Ellison’s shit list. Again.”

Matt’s lips shot up into a grin. He’d heard all about that the other night when you’d come home from chasing a lead and ranting about how Ellison had thrown you on probationary fluff pieces again. 

“I’m inclined to side with Ellison on this one,” he told you. He gestured his head down at your hands where the water and pills still remained untouched. “Now take those and drink.”

With a resigned sigh, you set the pills on your tongue before raising the glass of water to your lips. Swallowing down the pills, you winced at the effort when your raw throat stung. Grimacing, you shot the glass of water in your hand a dirty look. The thought of drinking all of it seemed like torture right now.

“There you go, sweetheart. That’s good,” Matt praised. “Now just finish that glass of water. I'll be right back.”

A shudder ran through you, your body involuntarily reacting to his words. As Matt made his way down the hall to the bathroom, you heard him chuckle lightly before he disappeared from view. Of course he’d caught that faint reaction your body had just had to his praise despite how awful you currently felt. Eyes shifting down to the glass of water in your hand, you frowned at how full it was. You did not want to drink it.

“Drink all of it!” Matt called out from the bathroom. “Don't make me repeat myself, sweetheart!”

Brows drawing together, you glanced up at the hallway he’d disappeared down. The frown on your face only further deepened at how closely he was focused on you. Because of course he knew you were hesitating on drinking the glass down–he could hear you. 

“Or what?” you called back, voice cracking once again at the volume. “You'll love me to death?”

“That’s a tempting idea,” Matt returned with a chuckle from the other room. “But I can tell you’re not quite up for that right now.”

Rolling your eyes despite a different sort of heat creeping into your cheeks now, you grinned back down at the glass of water in your hand. With a resigned sigh, you finally drew it up to your lips. Matt might have been a mess some days–thankfully far less of one ever since you’d moved in with him and things had clearly been growing more serious between you both–but he was nothing if not attentive and caring. Sometimes overly so when it came to you.

By the time you'd finished struggling to chug down the glass of water, your throat feeling like it was swallowing shards of glass instead of liquid, Matt had returned to the living room. Except now he was only dressed in his black boxers, which momentarily had you pausing mid-way of setting the now empty glass onto the coffee table to stare. 

Your eyes scanned over his toned muscles and the multiple scars adorning his body. There was a large bruise on his left thigh that looked like it had finally started healing after his night out a few days ago. Your heart gave a stutter at the sight of him, not because he was absolutely beautiful–which he was and you didn’t think there’d ever be a day that you wouldn’t be affected by that–but because he looked like home. Even battered and bruised. 

“Come on, love,” he said, making his way back towards you and skirting around the coffee table. He stopped in front of you with both of his hands outstretched to you on the couch. “Let's get you clean and warm.”

Struggling to breathe out of your congested nose, you reached out towards him and placed your hands into his. Matt pulled you up from the couch carefully before slipping a muscled arm around your waist and drawing you up against his side. The heat of his bare skin felt delicious even over your clothes. Almost immediately, your own arms wrapped around his waist as you pressed your forehead against his shoulder. A chill ran through you at the warmth of him and you felt his arm tighten around you in response.

Breathing in the scent of his skin, your eyes closing, you let Matt guide you around the coffee table and towards the hallway that led to the bathroom. You could hear the water running as you both approached, but the second you stepped into the bathroom, you could feel your sinuses clear just a fraction because of the steam. 

Matt’s head shifted slightly towards you, a small smile on his lips. “See? It’s helping already,” he murmured.

“Yeah, okay,” you muttered as he led you over towards the shower. “I’ll let you win this one.”

Matt chuckled softly as he brought you both to a stop before the enclosed shower. Gently, he disentangled himself from the way you’d wrapped yourself around his side. You’d been about to make a complaint, but then his fingers slipped into the waistband of his boxers and began tugging them down his thighs. At the sight of him completely bare, you’d entirely forgotten your argument.

A faint, knowing smirk was on his lips when he turned towards you, but he thankfully spared you a teasing comment in your current sick state. Instead, his hands grabbed onto the hem of your sweatshirt before he began carefully easing it up and over your head. Standing there in front of the shower, you let Matt tenderly and slowly undress you until you were just as bare as him. Though as he undressed you, a bout of shivers ran through you, goosebumps dotting your skin. 

Noticing your discomfort, Matt opened the shower door and ushered you inside. Once the warm spray of the shower fell over you, your eyes closed and the goosebumps began to fade. The heat felt good and the steam was quickly clearing your nasal passages, but what felt even better was when Matt’s arms slipped back around your waist before his entire front was pressed against your back. Instinctively, you leaned backwards into him with the smallest sigh. 

“There you go, sweetheart,” Matt whispered, his mouth suddenly beside your ear. “Just relax and let me help you feel better.”

Matt’s mouth pressed a soft kiss to your cheek before his hands slid their way to your hips. Slow and careful, he turned you around until you were facing him. Craving the warmth and comfort of him, your own arms snaked their way around his waist, drawing your chest tight against his as the warm water ran down the pair of you. Matt’s hands began running soothing patterns up and down your sore back muscles, his palms and the water easing the ache and tension in them. Melting into his touch, your forehead lowered to his wet shoulder as your eyes fell shut. This was even better than being cocooned on the couch with Mittens. 

“Can I nap like this?” you asked quietly. “Because now I don’t want to move.”

“I don’t know about that, sweetheart,” he replied, his hands continuing their comforting massage along your back. “Might be hard to fall asleep standing upright, and eventually the water is going to get cold.”

A frustrated noise fell out of you, your face still pressed against his skin. He had a point but you wished he didn’t. 

“Besides,” he continued, “I was planning to get some food delivered after this. You like that one soup from the cafe on the corner, figured it might help clear you up and soothe your sore throat. And you need more than that piece of buttered toast you had today. You haven’t eaten remotely enough.”

You knew you couldn’t even dispute that. Not only could Matt tell you were lying–not that you would–but you knew he was able to tell what you’d eaten today just by your breath. Despite your inability to understand how that didn’t gross him out when speaking with people in general, you knew that he was aware you hadn’t really even had a single meal today.

“Okay,” you agreed. “But I want to stay in here for a bit first.”

“I’m okay with that,” he replied, a hint of a smile in his voice.

Keeping one arm around your waist, Matt shifted in the shower. He turned you with him as he moved, one of his hands reaching up to the shower caddy hanging off the shower head as he grabbed the soap. Only then did he release his hold on you, which in turn had you clinging tighter to him. Not bothered by the way you were pressed against the front of his body, Matt began lathering the soap into his hands before they once more landed on your back. Somehow, you sunk even further into him as he not only washed you, but massaged your back and shoulders with the right amount of pressure to not hurt your already stiff and aching muscles. 

You had no idea how long the pair of you had stayed under the spray of warm water, the steam clearing the congestion in your head as you held onto Matt. His hands continued moving along your body in such careful, tender motions that he was about to put you to sleep. It was such a small moment, just him taking care of you while you were ill, but it felt good just being with him like this.

“Boyfriend of the year award goes to you,” you murmured half-awake against his damp skin.

“Sweetheart,” he began, his hands still moving in comforting patterns against your skin, “I think I lose points for disappearing on you most nights and coming home injured.”

“Stop it,” you weakly protested, your arms squeezing him a bit tighter in reproach. “You know I support you as long as you take care of yourself. I’d never ask you to stop.”

“Yeah,” he answered softly, a tinge of something tender in his tone that you were far too sick to pick up on. “You’ve always been supportive and accepting.”

“Because you’re my other half, Matty,” you admitted quietly, the words coming out nasally. “You’re part of me.”

With your eyes still closed and your forehead still resting against his shoulder, enjoying the way his hands were washing your bare body, you entirely missed the emotion that passed across his face at your words.

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[faneth]

good morning everyone

[honeykngdom]

thinking about Toji Fushiguro, who's never been one to allow control to slip from his fingers. not in the sense where he's doesn't lose himself in the depths of a warm cunt, or when he's able to release all of his pent up energy in the midst of battle -- no, Toji is no stranger to losing control of himself, but he isn't a fan of losing control over a situation.

he sits against the headboard naked, cuffs rattling with every movement of his hands as your mouth worked its way down the long column of his throat, peppering warm and wet kisses. your manicured nails drag slowly down the span of his chest, further down his abdomen until you're just barely tickling the flesh below his belly button.

"just 'cuz you're on top doesn't mean you're in charge," his jaw is clenched so tightly, the words slipping out in a deadly hiss as a reminder while his hands strained against the metallic hold that kept them bound.

you rocked your hips slowly, pulling up to smile at him innocently as your hands moved into the length of his hair. "Keep talkin', sir," you whispered into his ear, nipping his lobe gently, "I might just leave you here like this." punctuating the sentiment by reaching down and squeezing his hard length between your fingers.

he exhales loudly in protest as you kiss your way down his body, nearly draws blood from his lower lip when you take his cock into your wet mouth -- he's practically writhing at this point, infuriated that he's unable to touch you. his eyes shut tightly and for a moment he envisions his hands threading into your hair, grabbing two fisting fulls to fuck upwards into your greedy, greedy throat.

"fucksakes," he panted, eyes flying open as he began to pull against the restraints once more, ignoring the burning sensation that came along with it. "I can't -- fuck!"

his gaze is heavy and smouldering when you finally meet his eyes; Toji looks like an animal gone rabid, eyes wild and face tight with a mixture of frustration and desire. if you hadn't known any better, you'd think he wanted you dead.

and yet, you couldn't help smiling in satisfaction at the sigh of relief that slips past his parted lips when you finally sink yourself onto his cock; under normal circumstances, Toji would make some remark about how wet you were for him, but today, his mind was preoccupied with the loss of control.

"You wanna cum?" you asked lightly, moving a strand of hair from his eyes.

his breathing was shallow, eyes locked on your own. "you're gonna regret this." he gritted out between his teeth.

the thrill of his threat has your pussy clenching in excitement -- something Toji doesn't miss -- and he's all too eager to rid himself of these shackles. the man groans out loudly when you position yourself more comfortably, slowly fucking yourself while intently watching the display of emotions stagger across his sharp features.

"gods, feels so good," you whimper out, and while you previously had never been a fan of vocalizing while fucking your partners, you found that you loved the way it spurred Toji; your praise always seemed to feed into whatever it was he needed, and it was always reciprocated in the way he left your body on fire by the time the two of you parted.

and sure, there may have been a part of you that put on a bit of a performance for the man beneath you. you allowed yourself to moan freely and loudly, begged often, and loved putting yourself on display for him. its why you braced your hands on his knees behind you, stretching your body backwards to push your breasts forward -- and it was there that you began to grind yourself into him, chasing your own orgasm.

"shit, ma," he grunted, eyes glued to the space where his throbbing cock had disappeared inside of you.

"cum with me," you moaned, reaching a hand forward to wrap around whatever portion of his throat you could manage, offering a light squeeze of encouragement. "feels better when we cum together."

and Toji won't deny that statement; the feeling of your cunt quivering around his pulsing cock had the man wishing he could push himself deeper inside of you. its what propelled him forward now, tensing his pelvis in time with your shallow thrusts, savouring the way your slick walls enveloped him.

and it wasn't without effort, but when you finally gasped, choking on his name as your nails dug into his thigh and chest, hips jerking wildly against his as your orgasm crashed through you, lips swallowing the deafening moan that began to tumble past Toji's mouth. his cock twitched in rythmic pulses within you, painting your cunt with his thick seed.

in a post-orgasm daze, you finally managed to provide freedom to his arms; one after the other they moved to grip your hips tightly, and it wasn't until you were maneuvered under him and onto your knees that you realized payback was going to be a bitch.

“wanna play dirty, doll?” he grunted menacingly against your pussy, a dangerous edge to the words as his tongue shot forward to gather the mixture of cum that threatened the leak out and down your thighs. you shivered at the sensation, the heat of embarrassment flushing your ears a loud slurping sound fills the silence and he greedily laps at your wet hole. “let’s play dirty.”

[startheskelaton]

Hello, it me again. If it okay, can I make up for random character in Skybound Transformers I talk about? I know Sparkplug is died but I’m like “Let give them something nice for once” because- MY GOD! Elita-one and Optimus relationship is sure hanging on a edge because the whole “You choose earth over us” stuff (Would it be fun if they decided to divorce. Maybe not in canon because I do not want that to be canon even if it be fun)

So this is Lucky. She’s the only and last sparkling on earth (Listen, I pretty sure Cyberton earth is not even stable enough, and even the Cyberton is stable, I don’t believe that bullsh*t as you see how f*cking weak the state of its like come on and if you’re confuse what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the whole sparkling hatched from ground? And sorry about the lack of body, I can’t draw body very well) Lucky was little accident baby after Sparkplug and Bumblebee died. She manage to survive 3 time from near death experience in the womb during when Starscream shoot Megatron, Cobra-La attack and IN MIDDLE OF COLD WINTER. Her carrier able to give birth safety, although she was born mute because of the damaged cause from Starscream shot but she’s alive so that count.

How you rate some of the bots reaction? Sure, Lucky isn’t Sparkplug but close enough for everyone to finally have something positive for once or you know… just make everyone grief even worse (RIP Sparkplug and Bumblebee, and sorry if you’re not fully comfortable of this)

Oh my fucking god…… ooouuughhhhh

[onebadassunicorn]

Coffee and Cream

pairing: Azriel x Reader

content warnings: longing, regret, jealousy, some fluff

word count: 1.4K

Permanent Taglist: @motheroffae @tele86

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The heavy oak doors of Rita’s creaked open, and the familiar pulse of music and laughter spilled out into the night. Azriel stepped inside, Cassian at his side, both of them still carrying the sharp edge of exhaustion from a week of relentless training. The bustling crowd seemed a world away from the battlefield, a refuge where stress melted into liquor and the sway of bodies under the low golden lights.

Cassian clapped Azriel on the shoulder, already scanning the room for trouble or, more likely, a pretty face.

"Come on, Shadowsinger. Let’s find you a drink before you brood yourself into the shadows."

Azriel managed a small, wry smile, though his eyes were already sweeping the room out of habit—taking in exits, gauging threats, noting the layout.

But then his gaze froze, and the air seemed to thin around him.

There you were.

It had been years since he’d seen you, though he had tried not to think of you in all that time.

And yet here you were, standing at the edge of the dance floor, laughing as another male twirled you beneath the soft glow of the lanterns. Your long black hair cascaded down your back in soft waves, shimmering like midnight silk under the golden lights. Your dark green eyes sparkled with mirth, framed by lashes that seemed to dance with every blink.

And your figure—curves in all the right places—moved effortlessly with the music, drawing every gaze in the room.

Including his.

And that dress—cobalt blue, one of his favorites on you—clung to your form in a way that made his chest tighten.

He remembered that dress, remembered how it looked when he had danced with you beneath the stars, and how it had pooled on the floor when he’d carefully undone the ties.

Azriel’s heart clenched painfully.

His shadows, ever his loyal companions, coiled tighter around him, as if sensing the storm building within.

He should look away, should turn his attention elsewhere, but he couldn’t.

He watched as the male’s hands settled lightly on your waist, guiding you closer. You laughed again, the sound cutting through the haze of music and chatter, and something sharp twisted in Azriel’s chest.

The faintest trace of your perfume reached him—soft, floral, and uniquely you.

It was the scent he’d memorized long ago, the one that haunted his dreams.

And now it was driving him mad.

All these memories of you together came rushing back.

Having dinner together, the way you’d always reached for his hand across the table without thinking.

Dancing on the balcony at 2 AM when neither of you could sleep, the city lights casting a silver glow over your faces.

Chasing each other in the rain, laughing so hard you could barely breathe.

And then, the most intimate memories—the way you had come undone beneath him, whispering his name like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.

"Az?" Cassian’s voice snapped him out of it, and Azriel turned his head sharply. Cassian followed his line of sight, his brow furrowing as he spotted you.

Recognition flickered in his eyes, followed by something wary as he glanced back at Azriel.

"You all right?" Cassian asked quietly, his usual teasing tone replaced with concern.

Azriel forced himself to nod, though his jaw was clenched tight enough to ache. "Fine."

Cassian didn’t buy it. "Fine? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost."

Azriel’s throat tightened, and he looked away, willing himself to breathe evenly. Cassian studied him for a moment longer, looked at you on the dance floor, then asked, "Why… why did you let her go?"

The question hit like a blow to the chest. Azriel’s shadows writhed around him, and for a moment, he couldn’t answer. Finally, he muttered, "I thought it was the right thing to do."

Cassian’s brows lifted. "The right thing?"

Azriel’s voice was low, almost too soft to hear over the music. "She deserved better."

Cassian snorted, though there was no humor in it. "Better? Az, you’re one of the best males I know. If you think anyone’s better than you for her, you’re a bigger idiot than I thought."

Azriel didn’t respond.

What could he say?

He’d believed it then, and part of him still did.

He’d thought he was sparing you a life overshadowed by his darkness, his scars.

But now, watching you with someone else, the bitterness of regret coated his tongue.

What if he’d been wrong?

What if he’d let go of the best thing he’d ever had, all because he hadn’t believed himself worthy of it?

Cassian gave him a nudge. "Go talk to her."

Azriel’s jaw tightened. "No."

"Why not?"

Because she looks happy, he thought.

Happier than she ever did with me.

He couldn’t bring himself to say it aloud. Instead, he shook his head. "It’s been years, Cass. She’s moved on. I’m not going to ruin that."

Cassian’s expression softened, but he didn’t push further. "Suit yourself. But don’t stand here and torture yourself all night. Either have a drink or… I don’t know, go brood in a corner like you usually do."

Azriel huffed a quiet laugh, though it lacked any real humor.

His eyes drifted back to you, just as you turned your head, your laughter faltering as your gaze swept the room.

Then, as if sensing something, your eyes locked on his.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop.

Your smile faded, your dark green eyes widening slightly as recognition flickered across your face. The male beside you noticed, leaning in to murmur something that made you laugh nervously, your attention shifting back to him.

But Azriel had seen the look in your eyes—that brief flicker of something unspoken, something unresolved.

It wasn’t much. But it was enough to make him wonder if maybe—just maybe—he hadn’t been the only one who’d never quite let go.

As you excused yourself from the male you were dancing with to head to the ladies' room, Azriel found himself moving towards you without conscious thought.

He didn't know what he was doing, only that he couldn't let you disappear from his sight again.

As you emerged from the ladies' room, you were surprised to see him waiting. Your brows lifted slightly as your lips parted.

"Azriel?" you asked, your voice softer than you intended. "What are you doing here?"

For a moment, he simply looked at you, the words caught in his throat. His shadows curled lazily at his back, restless, uncertain. Finally, he swallowed and spoke, his voice low and rough. "I— I just… I wanted to see how you were doing."

You studied him carefully, your expression unreadable. "I’m… I’m good. And you? How have you been?"

Azriel hesitated, his throat tightening.

The truth was, he hadn’t been the same since he let you go.

He had buried himself in duty, in training, in endless nights of exhaustion just to stop thinking about you.

And yet, here you were, standing before him, looking like every dream and every regret he had ever known.

"I’ve been… managing," he finally admitted, his gaze flickering over your face, searching for something he wasn’t sure he had the right to seek. "But seeing you again… it’s—different."

Your lips curved into a small, hesitant smile, something wistful lingering in your expression. "Yeah. It is."

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Would you like to grab coffee tomorrow morning?"

You blinked, surprised, then a soft smile spread across your lips. "Sure. You know which cafe to find me."

Azriel's lips twitched into something softer, something almost hopeful. "If I get there first, I’ll grab us a table. And I’ll order your coffee for you."

You raised a brow, amused. "Oh? You remember how I take my coffee?"

His gaze darkened slightly, the intensity behind it nearly stealing your breath. "I’ve never forgotten. Black, with a little bit of cream. I remember everything about you."

Your breath caught for just a moment before you laughed, shaking your head. "I can’t believe we’re doing this. Why are we doing this?"

Azriel laughed, a genuine, hearty laugh and grinned, shadows curling lazily around his shoulders as he watched you. "I don’t know."

You shook your head again, still smiling as you moved to walk past him. You turned and glanced back.

"See you tomorrow morning, Shadowsinger." You murmured, disappearing back into the throng of people on the dance floor, leaving Azriel standing in the hallway, his heart lighter than it had felt in years.

[marisiss]

Part 1/2 (or more, who knows)

Remember about that ask from your thoughts of time rifts, @ashfluffys ? I FINALLY MANAGED TO DO IT!!! Introducing a new AU "Era of the Ice Queen"!

And just for it, i made comic from beginning of Ice Era, here we go!

(I hope i wrote it understandable for it to read-)

So, as i developed Hat Kid and Mu are only alive creatures on the planet and no more, everyone else turned into ice statues (EXCEPT SNATCHER, he just disappeared)

So, if you move much earlier, then after going to Vanessa's manor and reaching the attic, Hat Kid almost already took the timepiece, but Vanessa abruptly came to the attic and in a panic, Hat Kid, before she could take it, runs straight down through the window.

Vanessa wondered why she needed this shiny thing. Looking at this shiny hourglass, Vanessa was able to see something in it, and she saw in this hourglass her past, when she was not cursed. And she thought that this was a chance to bring everything back, but suddenly changed her mind, because her prince betrayed her and it makes sense to return to where your lover betrayed you.

And so, she thought, why does she need the past when there is a present? When you can change the present and become a real queen in the end, rule the WHOLE planet! Therefore, she EVENTUALLY left her house and followed Hat Kid. The whole pursuit of Hat Kid went ALMOST unnoticed, because Vanessa quite cleverly stole the timepieces from under her nose, but sometimes they collided and Hat Kid tried to get her hourglass back, but each time unsuccessfully.

That's how, having collected enough timepieces, she, like Mu, changed the whole planet in her own way, now becoming a truly serious and powerful opponent and queen.

There should also be a storybook about what Mu has been doing all this time, but that will be in a completely different post.

So, what about DESIGNS?

I only did Vanessa designs, other of Hat kid and Mu will be later, so here

I didn't decided which design i like more, but i got interested about HARD MODE of boss battle with her... Snowgrave wish (NO WAY, DELTARUNE REFERENCES?????).

She literally beast here, There are no human traits, only instincts of destruction and protection of one's greatness, but even here she will lose.

I even draw one scene of boss battle, cuz why not?

GO HAT KID, BEAT HER ASS UP!!!

In this battle, she became overpowered too much, even more than Mu in canon ending. No matter how Hat Kid tried to hit her, weaken her, Vanessa didn't get tired at all, but only fought much harder. And Hat Kid, on the contrary, weakened more and more due to the terrible cold, she practically did not feel her limbs, until in the end she fell in front of Vanessa, and instead of killing her, she made her a henchman in the ranks as a guard and because Hat Kid, despite Outwardly, she is quite brave and strong. Therefore, why not make her your slave, or rather a guard, while Mu watched in horror and ran away, almost crying, Realizing that this is the end, there is no longer any hope of salvation if that were the case, hehe.

That's it for now! More information and the relationships to the characters will be in the next part! I hope, you like it👉👈

[babsworlds]

MY HERO.

pairing. Dave Lizewski x fem! reader

synopsis. Dave saves you from monster.

warnings. spider, arachnophobia, spider murder, no use of y/n.

YOUR BIGGEST FEAR WERE SPIDERS. You were chronically afraid of them, and just the sight of one would send you into a panic. It was summertime, and these eight-legged monsters seemed to be everywhere, making it even harder for you to relax.

One evening, you and your boyfriend Dave had a sleepover. With your parents away, you could finally enjoy some quality time together in the empty house.

You and Dave attempted to cook your favorite pasta for dinner. Well, you cooked while Dave caused chaos, making you laugh with his antics.

As you stood by the stove, mixing the pasta, Dave stood behind you, giving your bare neck light kisses. You chuckled, feeling the warmth of his affection.

Placing your palm on his cheek, you asked, “Can you get me a hoodie from my room?” Dave smiled, nodding as he headed off to fetch it for you.

He went upstairs, leaving you to enjoy the moment, singing your favorite song as you casually mixed the meal. The evening felt perfect, filled with laughter and love.

But then, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a small spider crawling on the floor. To you, it looked enormous. Panic surged through you, and you froze, unable to move. Your heart raced, and without thinking, you jumped onto the kitchen island, tears streaming down your face as you cried hysterically.

The fear was overwhelming, and all you could do was hope that Dave would come back soon to save you from the terrifying creature.

“Baby, why are you—” Dave started to ask, but his voice trailed off as he saw you pointing frantically at the floor.

“S-spider,” you managed to choke out, your voice trembling with fear.

“Oh fuck!” Dave screamed, jumping on the couch. Unfortunately, your boyfriend was scared of spiders too.

“Dave, please do something with it!” you cried, your voice trembling with fear.

"What if it bites me!" Dave screamed, reluctantly getting down from the couch.

"You won't become Spider-Man!" you yelled back, trying to inject some humor into the tense situation.

"Just tell me what to do!" Dave looked at you, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination.

"Okay, okay," you said, trying to calm yourself down and think clearly. "Just grab the insect spray and spray it."

Dave nodded, taking a deep breath as he slowly backed away to the cabinet where you kept the insect spray. His hands trembled slightly as he rummaged through the items, finally finding the can. He looked at you for reassurance, and you gave him an encouraging nod.

"Alright, I can do it," Dave muttered to himself. He approached the spider cautiously, holding the spray can at arm's length. With a shaky hand, he aimed the nozzle and pressed down, sending a burst of spray towards the spider.

The spider recoiled, its legs twitching as it was hit by the spray. Dave kept his focus, giving it a few more quick bursts to ensure it was fully covered. He stepped back, watching the spider as it slowly stopped moving.

Then he took the tissue and carefully grabbed the spider with it, tossing it into the trash. He had saved you. Again. You remained on the kitchen island, still shaken from the encounter. Dave offered his hand to help you down. You gratefully took it and jumped into his arms. His embrace was strong, his hands gently resting on your ass as he held you securely.

"Thank you," you smirked, your eyes meeting his. "You're my hero."

Dave smiled, his heart swelling with love and pride. "Always here to save you," he replied, giving you a playful squeeze. His embrace and the strength of his presence made you feel safe and cherished.

“You saved me from the awful creature, Mister Lizewski,” you said with a playful smirk, your breath mingling with his.

Dave chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. “I would do everything for you, my lady,” he replied, drawing you closer. The warmth of his breath and his strong, muscular arms made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

"I love you," he said, his eyes locked onto your lips, filled with a hunger for your touch.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice soft and sincere.

Dave leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue gently explored, intertwining with yours in a dance of desire and affection. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that moment of pure connection.

In the end, Dave was the only hero you needed. His presence, his love, and his unwavering support made everything feel right.

[monster-disaster]

Thoughts on what it’d take for a monster boyfriend to leave you?

Hear me out! In a lot stories, monsters tend to be “the one” that reader meets, with past exs being human men. It’s rarely ever some exs being monsters. In stories such as these, the monster is also not just “the one,” but the first monster the human has ever been in a relationship with. So that made me wonder, what would it take for a monster to leave you or to break a relationship off? Would it be for similar human reasons like, drifting apart, misaligned relationship goals and expectations, or even cheating?

Idk. This just feels like an interesting concept to explore. Though of course with a happy ending afterwards!

I think it’s not all that different from relationships between humans.

Here are some examples I believe would fit:

Wolf-shifter: Wolves are naturally pack animals, and it’s no different for shifters. They tend to be incredibly close to their families and communities. Regular family dinners, large get-togethers, and constant check-ins are part of their way of life. It can feel overwhelming or even stifling to someone not used to such a tight-knit dynamic. Then there’s the matter of family expectations. Many wolf-shifters dream of having big families of their own. It’s deeply rooted in their nature. But what happens when a wolf-shifter falls in love with someone who doesn’t want children? Well, more often than not, it ends up in a breakup.

Succubus/Incubus: Dating can be particularly challenging for a succubus or incubus. Despite their allure and charm, finding the one can be hard for them. Even when they are genuinely seeking a serious relationship, they are often treated as a fleeting fantasy rather than a potential partner. More often than not, they find themselves ghosted after just one night. And for those who do manage to form relationships, jealousy becomes a recurring problem. It’s hard for their partners not to feel insecure, knowing how easily a succubus or incubus can draw attention from others. Misunderstandings and doubts creep in and end the relationship.

Orc: Orcs face their own problems when it comes to stereotypes. They are often seen as having to fit a specific mold: big, strong, muscular, and intimidating. If they check all those boxes, they’re frequently objectified, treated as little more than their physicality. People may pursue them for their imposing presence or brute strength, but rarely for who they are underneath. Especially when people think they are just all muscle and no brain. And then there are the orcs who don’t fit the stereotype. Not every orc is towering or built like a tank. Some are smaller, softer, or simply leaner than what people expect. Their value is questioned simply because they don’t align with what society thinks an orc should be.

So they often find themselves in relationships where they cause disappointment in their partner just because they try to be themselves. Obviously, these relationships end quickly.

Minotaur: Minotaurs, by nature, are often deeply committed to keeping the peace. They are patient, steady, and avoid confrontation whenever possible. It’s a strength that makes them reliable and calming partners, but it can also be a double-edged sword. Unfortunately, this can attract the wrong kind of partner; someone who takes advantage of their kindness and willingness to compromise, and before they realize it, they may find themselves in a one-sided relationship, bending over backward for someone who doesn’t truly value them. When they finally reach their limit, something shifts, and they end the toxic relationship.

Goblins: Goblins tend to be rough around the edges; bold, brash, and unapologetically themselves. They need a partner who can match their energy, someone who won’t shy away from their chaotic nature or try to smooth them out. If they end up with someone who’s too reserved, overly sensitive (for them), or easily put off by their unpolished ways, it’s usually a recipe for disaster.

So, all in all, monsters can face their own unique challenges in relationships, just like anyone else. It all depends more on their personalities. And, of course, they can be mean, cheating, or even abusive jerks, too. But honestly, we don’t dwell on those types because, let’s be real, we are here for the monsters who worship us.

[lavenlady]

Here you go Zinnia! Enjoy!

𑁍 Partners for life 𑁍 | Yan!Red Blitz + Yan!Musclehyde + Yan!Cielo + Yan!Glober x Fem!Cardbot!Reader

You were one of the previous Cardbots, having been with Blue Cop since landing on Earth. During your stay here you have meet a lot of new individuals. Even as the only female Cardbot you really enjoyed the company of other sealed teammates. You liked to talk with them, sometimes racing to Auto shop in your alternate mode, which was a motorcycle, to greet the newcomers and generally having fun there.

Luckily, when the Metal Breath got taken away, you were helping out Blue Cop, but you started panicking when you realised that your other friends were gone, maybe never to be found.

During your shared journey you have met other Cardbots. First of them was Red Blitz, who reminded you of Shadow X, but with more anger issues and clearly sight issues too. No matter what you all told him, he wouldn't give back the Metal Breath. He escaped but not without complimenting your fighting skills.

The second one was Cielo - who was the first Cardbot to be sealed by Jun with the new Metal Breath. At first it was hard for you to get to him, but with your persistence you managed to have a quite normal conversation , with him constantly asking about your likes and preferences, mostly to fuels and guns, which he noticed you had similar ones to his.

Next in the line was Musclehyde. You were really confused when he wanted to interview you, but that didn't happen until later. You were quite shocked when you saw his other pair of arms, you didn't expect him to be able to move his horns, which gave him a more serious look. It still looked cool to you. He had to admit, he had never seen a motorcycle like you, you used your guns and drifting skills to help Jun seal him.

You have met a ton of new individuals during the period of trying to find a way to bring your old team back. It was even better that you managed to get Red Blitz after so long. The three Cardbots of the Spellanza Crew were more frequently seen with you, having said that you have something in you that draws them in. Of course you are often visited by Glober, whom you had met during the visit to the caves that Rock Crush resided in.

How could they not like you? A skilled sharpshooter and a rare female Cardbot? Maybe even one of the last ones after the annihilation of Machina. The three Cardbots of the Spellanza Crew were more keen on sharing you, trusting one another to keep their word, but Glober on the other servo was the one they were sceptical of. But with his visible interest they really couldn't just get rid of him, so they decided to accept him if he ever thought of courting you.

You really liked your teammates, even if sometimes they would be troublesome. You just wonder - what is going on in their processors when they are looking at you with unreadable expressions, only to shift to usual smiles and enthusiastic waves. It really can get one thinking.

" [Y/N], could I finally interview you? I have talked with everyone but you today. I could even let you play with my horns like I let Cielo."

" I wonder if you are faster than me - how about a little race? Come on! I am Cielo, the champion of the Sky! I need to know, just in case! "

" I want to go with you! I am Red Blitz, the crimson red! You cannot deny me! Come back! "

" How about coming with me? Of course not permanently, just to relax from this constant shouting. How about I show you were I crashed? The view is breath-taking there and I am sure others wouldn't mind. Just tell Jun you will be leaving for a while with Glober, I promise you will enjoy yourself. "

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( Hope you liked it! )

(Master list)

( Request away! )

[starkittnd93]

Based off of a thing I said a little earlier, I think they’d get along if they met!

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[drawloverlala]

Haappy Rockman Day! 💙

[cola-fiend]

TWO WEEKS OF THEON: Animals

Me and the horse that represents my fragile sense of freedom and idealistic egocentrism hate your vibe.

[muscariii]

Shoutout to @coltenisafreak for making this post and giving me inspiration for the drawing.

I still haven't finished the second part of my Morrowind comic but I promise I'm working on it. I just don't have much time since finals are tomorrow xAx

Obligatory Rasha doodles as well. I've been working on her backstory for a bit since I realised I haven't really thought about it before. I'll probably put bits of it into the comic and see how it works out :3