#i need a shower anyways

[nekrosmos]

Nik taking a little break after working on his helo all morning 🔧​🚁

[cruel-hiraeth]

꒰ CARRIED AWAY ꒱ OKKOTSU YUUTA X READER

cw: mdni. piss kink. cunnilingus. slight dubcon. reader has a vagina but no gendered terms are used. wc: 680. a/n: i have no excuses.

It’s the blue velvet of evening—the last moments of dusky serenity before the world goes dark—when your boyfriend arrives at your shared apartment. He’s back from a mission, wearing the same outfit he was when he left (albeit now covered in sweat, grime, and blood).

Three days without you is three too many as far as Yuuta is concerned. He slips his shoes off and silently seeks you out: a homebound moth attracted to your brilliant flame. You’ve just stepped onto the cool bathroom tile when strong arms wind around your waist, lips hotly skating down the slope of your neck.

“Missed you,” he murmurs into your skin.

Gooseflesh tingles across your limbs as his molten breath seeps into your bones. Ten lithe fingers splay across your belly, quick to dip beneath the waistband of your pants and stroke your hips.

You reach backward to caress the jet hair at his nape with a chuckle. “Missed you more, Yuu. Do you mind if I use the bathroom first?”

Instead of answering, he spins you around and leans forward, forehead knocking against yours. His cobalt eyes are pools of fathomless ink. “Can’t,” he half-whines as he hastily tugs off your pants and underwear. “Think I’ll die if I don’t taste you now.” Desperation oozes from each syllable.

You believe him.

Dropping to his knees, Yuuta grips your soft thighs—blunt fingernails etching crescents into your flesh—and shoulders his lanky frame between your legs. He doesn’t have the patience to drag his nose through your pubic hair or chastely kiss your mons; he simply buries his face in your cunt with a groan, and proceeds to slurp fervently.

“Needed you,” he rasps. A strand of spider silk connecting his tongue to your hole snaps. You slouch against the wall to ground yourself, and he continues, “Thought about you every moment I was away.”

He tugs at your folds with a throaty hum before lapping up the expanse of your slit, finally settling where you need him most. You’re dizzy with desire as he sucks your clit between his wet lips. The eagerness with which he touches you is tinder to the fire kindling in your core, and you shudder as you feel the heady mixture of his spit and your slick trickling onto the floor.

But your legs tremble and you can’t focus because you have to relieve yourself. Now.

“Yuuta, I told you that I—please. Fucking move,” you hiss.

You yank his hair to get his attention, but he doesn’t budge. He proceeds to ease a finger inside you, stroking so deeply that your eyes cross; the added pressure puts an uncomfortable strain on your bladder, yet your pleasure mounts. Your fingernails dig into his scalp as a tear of exertion rolls down your cheek.

“Yuuta please. I—I’m,” you gasp, “I swear to God I’m going to fucking piss if you keep—”

He adds another digit, scissoring inside you as he moans around your clit. And you burst.

It happens so quickly that you can’t even attempt to hold it in. A steady stream of piss spurts out of you, directly onto Yuuta’s greedy tongue. He suctions his mouth to your cunt and guzzles everything you have to give him—like his life depends on it, like he hasn’t tasted water in days.

The continued stimulation pushes you over the edge; you climax with a pathetic warble.

When you regain your senses, you look down. Yuuta is beaming at you like you hung the stars in the sky. And he’s soaked: your fluids drip from his aquiline nose all the way down to his knees. The tent in his pants is unabashedly stained with his own cum. He smiles sheepishly, cheeks flushed, running a hand through his hair.

“Sorry. I got a little carried away.”

You snort, sliding down to the floor, sitting in the aftermath of one of the most intense orgasms of your life. “It was, uhm...nice,” you admit. “But I’m not cleaning this mess up. That’s on you.”

He grins, and presses a slippery kiss to your forehead. “On it.”

[sysig]

Strictly professional showering (Patreon)

[somegrumpynerd]

How many bathrooms do you think Nightmare's castle has? I can't see them each having their own cause that would be way too many but do you think they all share one?

Asking because I have a hc that Killer takes showers that last like, at least 45 minutes. Not that they need the bathrooms for anything other than bathing really, but I feel like Cross is the one most annoyed by it because he's probably the only one with a consistent hygiene routine. When Killer finally gets out Cross asks him, exasperated, "what were you doing, washing one bone at a time??" and Killer just says "sorry I had to wash my hair" and strolls past.

In reality Killer washes up pretty fast, but he likes standing under the showerhead and letting the hot water run over him. It washes the determination off him even as it drips out and he likes the feeling of being surrounded by warmth, it's like a full body hug and it makes him feel truly at peace for just a little bit. Until somebody starts banging on the door telling him to get out.

[bucketinyourwalls]

figuring out how to draw bro... augh

[syn4k]

hello pixlriffs fandom i made a cool thing

(alternative title: well that's maybe three months of on and off embroidering that i'm never getting back!)

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seriously though hi. So a few months back I decided to go looking to see if Pixlriffs' iconic jacket was on sale anywhere and the answer was no, they stopped selling it years ago. there were no lookalikes anywhere either so i did the very reasonable thing of sulk about this for about a day, go out and buy a shit ton of thread, and make the damn thing myself.

"wait," you say. "hold on. Those stripes aren't made out of fabric, are they?"

No, Dear Reader, They Are Not.

Those are

embroidered

by hand to boot because i don't own a sewing machine.

"What the fuck," you may ask. "Why."

autism

im really stupidly determined to pull through on projects especially when it comes to stupid shit like this

i needed a big time consuming creative project to get me through the Seasonal Big Sads

THE SHEER POWER AND SWAG THAT I HAVE NOW THAT THIS JACKET IS COMPLETE IS IMMEASURABLE. Nobody else I know is going to be rocking up to school wearing something that they embroidered themself over the span of three months. Textile work is cool. This looks fucking awesome. I am unstoppable.

did i mention the autism yet?

anyways i may be currently focusing on other fandoms but pixl's videos (especially his empires smp series) have been getting me through some really tough times consistently for over a year now and i figured i may as well show that in some way. i'm pretty sure this is the coolest thing i've ever made to date.

AND i completed my goal of finishing it before 2024 (in my timezone)! at the time of writing this it is 10:16 P.M on December 31st, 2023 :] i did it i did the thing

and an extra lil bonus thing on the back that i added because i had the time (yes that is latin also please ignore the pet hair i have two dogs and a cat):

vigilate, amici mei.

(stay vigilant, my friends!)

[asukiess]

once I took your medication to know what it's like.

[misc-obeyme]

Asmodeus is surprised by that twinge of something he feels any time you give your attention to someone else. A smile, a brief touch, even just a short conversation and there's a tiny fire burning in his chest. He doesn't quite know what to do with that feeling. It isn't one he has often. He recognizes it as an emotion that primarily belongs to someone else.

It cools easily the moment your eyes move across to him.

Under your gaze, Asmodeus feels fully seen as he never has been. Everyone knows he spends his time on his outer appearance, but that means the demon inside goes unnoticed. Unnoticed by all but you. And your regard makes him open up like a flower in full bloom.

Asmodeus gives you every piece of himself - the genuine gift of his kindness, his beauty, and his heart. Only you can handle these things with the care they need. Only you can look into him and know him like you've always been there, like you've always been a piece of his soul.

And so you see his jealousy when it crops up. It's as if you can sense it - like a signal from across the room. And soon enough you make your way to his side. You might sit in his lap or kiss his cheek. You remind him that you're the one who holds his everything and you know it. You reassure him that you'll never neglect the gorgeous shining thing that is his true self. The man beneath the beauty, the one who wants as much love and affection as he so frequently gives.

You soothe his fears with a simple touch. Sometimes, you whisper only a handful of words in his ear, just enough to melt him. Your attention is the thing he craves most above all. And you never make him wait for it long.

Asmodeus finds that he would suffer through the beast of jealousy every day of his life as long as he always finds himself in your arms.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[sheepthatgobaa]

Satan shower card edit because WHY IS HE WEARING SHORTSS 🤬🤬‼️‼️‼️

also plopped some headcanons and better lighting on him :3

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One with less steam on his ass because it started off as a joke but I am NOT a coward:

[demigod-of-the-agni]

A little special something for something even more special. Hint: it's about love and fears and birthdays and new beginnings

(@/marvel hire me <3)

[nekrosmos]

Your art and writing makes me go feral fr. Love the care you put into it all. Feel straight up blessed when it passes my dash and I proceed to go into a giggling fit because d e l i c i o u s-

I love the dynamic between your Nikprice so much. I wanna eat them. Sandwich them between slices of bread and just om-nom. And it got me thinking, who do you think kills the spiders between them? Like if there was a huge spider in ghe bathroom, who's screaming and who's grabbing the closest flip-flop and going on a murderous rampage?

Sorry if there's typos, I'm not very good at spellchecking. And again, love the effort and care that goes intobyour work-

Everyone is being way too kind to me and I don't know what to do with myself anymore JV?S%PIJV?SIV. Like seriously, this kind of messages, it just means so much to me ;-; I never thought I would reach a point where people would say this about the things I create and it's so wild and yet so awesome, so thank you for this, truly !!

Your art is incredible as well, by the way !!

As for the spider, you know, I'm a slut for the gentle giant trope, so to imagine Nikolai gently pick up a spider to free it outside, yeah, it's doing something to me ..........

I think John is okay with spiders, but only because he has to (that comes with his leftover toxic masculinity, he HAS to not be afraid of spiders, right?) but deep down they creep the fuck out of him. Maybe he had a bad encounter or two with spiders getting into his carrier vest while he was on an op in a tropical place and it's been haunting him ever since.

Nik knows that, and always tries to remove spiders before John can see them, unless John is being an ass that day.

[personallysunny]

[messiahzzz]

When I came across that "joke" from Tav to Quill and Z'rell's comment (plus Halsin), I had to take a minute to process what happened. Gale might be a bit silly and eccentric but he's the kindest, sweetest and most passionate character in that party. No wonder the poor man has deep insecurities to solve, so many people reduce him to an easy target! Ofc one of the side effects would be overconfidence and ambition as a defense mechanism. He's obv lonely; only Tara and Morena ever loved him for him.

his eccentric nature might be a part of it. he is loquacious, outgoing, and doesn’t see the point in hiding his enthusiasm. he is considered to be the weird one. naturally, wizards in general being seen as somewhat squishy and physically weak might also add to it.

personally, i really don’t like the implications of the (widely considered) autistic-coded character being the one who faces the most ridicule by far by other characters and fans (and larian) alike.

some might disagree with me on that, but i don’t find it funny by any means either. mostly it just makes me feel bad. “he deserves it. cocky, arrogant, hubris-ridden wizard needs to be taken down a peg” like he isn’t… y’know… already at his lowest. it also disregards the fact that much of his bravado is part of his carefully curated Great Wizard of Waterdeep™ persona that he has skillfully adopted to mask his general feeling of being defective. being fiercely proud of your skill and knowledge and being doubtful of having something truly worthwhile to offer are mindsets that can coexist. according to fandom, gale is either secret hubris incarnate that is only waiting to be unleashed upon the world or pure baby that can do no wrong. instead of a character that is just as flawed and traumatized as all the others, but no less deserving of genuine love.

to me, the constant ridicule just reads as further feeding into his deep-rooted insecurities and his belief that he (as gale, the person) isn’t someone who holds inherent worth. it really, really doesn’t sit well with me.

[essektheylyss]

The problem with stupid mental health walks is that you sit with your feet in a creek for long enough on a Sunday night and going back to your office job becomes WAY WORSE.

[wishchip106]

still kinda crazy how the guy that was in solitary confinement for ten years was in better shape than the guy who wasn’t

like how did they manage to keep Erik’s hair short AND be clean shaven without using metal? 🤨

did they drug him beforehand or something and then cut it when he’s asleep?

i don’t think they had collars just yet either

[softshuji]

th....thigh riding with shuji.......

you know he's busy, you know you don't have a right to ask for any attention now that he's caught up in a meeting, and the only reason he's even let you in here is because you promised to be quiet and let him finish his little meeting before he did anything for you. But he looks so good, delicious even in his three piece pinstripe suit, leaning back in his chair with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, an occasional glance at you, jussstttt enough to let you know he's still aware of you.

But you want more, and it's hard to ignore how his fingers are drawing shapes on your bare thigh as you perch in his lap - it's still a little chaste, especially what with how he'll lean forward every few minutes to press a kiss to your temple. You haven't forgot what you actually came here for, and he'd be remiss to not see how your eyes darken and you shift ever so slightly when his thumb brushes the inside of your thighs.

You visibly twitch, tummy flexing involuntarily when he tenses his thigh underneath you, only once, just to give you a tease, carrying on his conversation like he hasn't noticed at all. Until you press that first open mouthed kiss to his neck, and the others in the room visibly perk up at how your lips clinch to his skin to suck at.

'Behave yourself sweetheart, i'll give you what you want later yeah?' he says, even if he makes no move to deter you- in fact he'll tense his thigh as many times as he likes, gesturing to Koko sat opposite him to carry on. Except, against your own wishes, somehow you jerk your hips, and his hand slides a little higher, thumb brushing the seat of your panties- all the while he hasn't broken eye contact with whoever he's chatting with. You almost drone them out, and it's easy to when you can hear the laboured breaths, soft panting and hitched gasps spilling from your own lips when he grips your thigh to grind it against his thigh.

He gives you a look, a slight tilt of his head in permission, holding your skin in his hands so tightly, enough to leave an imprint on there as you rock against the rough fabric of his trousers, achingly slow- slow enough to just about sate the burning warmth pooling between your legs. And your hands come up to clutch at his collars, lips falling to his shoulder where your lipstick smears a red glossy tint on his collar as you desperately ride his thigh for some sweet relief, clit aching with the friction of both your panties and the fabric of his. .

'Almost there princess, go on.' You catch it between the low whine and sharp gasps of your own, ignoring the sudden and tense silences that seemed to have swallowed the room, the others licking their lips and trying (and failing) to subtly adjust their pants without breaking their line of conversation.

And when you cum, you cum hard, biting down to stifle the sharp and pretty moan, soaking the fabric of his pants with your arousal that slips down your thigh in silky rivulets, your own panties now clinging and drenched to your skin.

'Good girl, well done, you did so well, I'll reward you later yeah?' he mumbles against your ear, the tips of his ears a little pink, a less than subtle readjustment of his pants since he's desperately hard now- relishing a little in how horrifyingly turned on the others are and pretending not to be.

Maybe he'll have to call this off a little earlier than expected, or maybe he'll let them take a turn on you here on this table too. If he's feeling generous that is.

ok bye