#idk painting is tough and I get tired

[effen-draws]

Some intellect concept paintings for the fourth chapter of the swap fic!! I originally just wanted to do some sketches for a all of swap!Kim's skills (since I've had rough drafts for them for over month now) but I got... very carried away. So yeah you get some paintings instead!

Here's a little doodle I made in between painting:

[dollishmehrayan]

TRAITS THAT MAKE BATBOYS FALL INLOVE W YOU INSTANTLY ── .✦

a/n: genuinely I feel like as a enfp, idk what traits happen tbh oml, but literally i love romance but um 🧍🏻‍♀️ nobody asking me out fr fr (i barely go fucking outside) but anyways sorry if I haven���t got to your requests yet, I have like 7 to get to but I’m preparing for my birthday.

(Tags: batboys x reader)

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Playful and Fun-Loving: He adores someone who’s not afraid to be silly. If you randomly burst into song or dance around the kitchen, he’s HEAD OVER HEELSS.

Emotionally Supportive: He falls harder for someone who understands his emotional side and offers support without judgment. Bonus points if you can coax him into sharing his feelings.

Affectionate: Physical touch is everything to him—whether it’s holding hands, surprise hugs, or running your fingers through his hair. He thrives on it.

Independent but Loyal: He admires someone who has their own goals but always makes it clear they’re in his corner. Seeing you succeed makes him proud.

Quick-Witted: If you can match his playful banter, it’s game over. He loves someone who can keep up with his teasing and give it right back.

JASON TODD ── .✦

Stubborn but Soft for Him: He’s drawn to someone who’s tough and stands their ground but melts when it comes to him. That contrast makes him fall harder.

Protective: If you subtly look out for him, like reminding him to eat or wrapping him in a blanket when he’s tired, it shows him how much you care, and he’s done for.

Dark Humor: Jason adores someone who gets his sarcasm and can laugh at his dark jokes without getting uncomfortable.

Courageous: He’s impressed by bravery, even if it’s in small ways—like standing up for yourself or others. He loves seeing your inner fire.

Comforting Presence: If you know how to calm him after nightmares or offer quiet reassurance during rough times, he’ll fall deeper every time.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Curiosity and Intelligence: Tim falls harder for someone who’s curious about the world. If you ask deep questions or challenge his thoughts, he’s fascinated.

Nerdy Interests: Share his love for books, tech, or even video games, and he’ll fall head over heels. He loves geeking out with someone.

Kindness: Simple acts of kindness—whether to him or others—hit him hard. Seeing you help someone in need makes his heart swell.

Organized Chaos: If you’re the type who looks like a mess but somehow has everything under control, he’ll be utterly charmed by your efficiency.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Strong Moral Compass: He’s deeply drawn to someone who stands up for what’s right, even when it’s difficult. He admires unwavering integrity.

Loves Animals: Show kindness to animals (especially his pets) and he’ll be secretly touched beyond words. Bonus if you win Alfred the Cat’s approval.

Quiet Strength: He admires someone who doesn’t need to be loud to command respect. A calm, steady demeanor paired with strength is irresistible to him.

Artistic Talent: He’s captivated by creativity. Whether it’s painting, writing, or music, he falls harder if you’re passionate about your art.

Challenges Him: He loves someone who won’t be easily intimidated by him. If you call him out or challenge his views respectfully, he’ll be impressed—and smitten.

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Compassionate Heart: Bruce is drawn to someone who cares deeply for others. Seeing you be kind, even when it’s inconvenient, melts his guarded heart.

Grounded and Calm: He falls harder for someone who brings peace into his chaotic life. If you’re calm and collected, especially in stressful moments, it soothes him.

Loyal and Trustworthy: Loyalty means everything to Bruce. If you’re fiercely loyal and trustworthy, he’ll feel safe in ways he rarely does.

Subtle Strength: He admires quiet, inner strength—someone who doesn’t need to boast but stands firm when it matters.

Sense of Humor: A soft, gentle humor that can get him to crack a rare smile or laugh when he’s brooding pulls him in deeper every time.

[formulawolff]

“you better.” — t.w.

pairing -> female driver!reader x toto wolff

word count -> idk y’all, my bad

warnings -> boss x employee dynamic, slight power imbalance, angst, cursing, gg being a little bit of a brat, toto being down bad (he would do anything for his woman, and he means it!), sexual innuendos, yadayadayada

a/n -> hiiiii it's me! i'm back with another gg x toto installment. i'm sorry if the writing is not my best, i've been a little rusty. this fic was a request idea sent to me a few weeks ago. anon, this one is for you! i hope y'all enjoy reading about them! <3

"god fucking damnit!"

blood roars in his ears as her helmet collides against the wall, forming a sizable dent. paint chips flutter to the floor, the figure inhaling a sharp breath as curses roll from her tongue, the driver pacing back and forth.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!"

the figure's jaw clenches as her arm sweeps along the nearest table, sending items flying in her wake.

all right, that was it.

the final straw.

time to intervene.

"you need to cut it out. you're acting like a child. you of all people know tantrums get you nowhere."

at his sentiment, her head swivels, nothing but pure, fiery rage flickering about in her stare. strands of hair are plastered to her forehead, her lip curling into a sneer.

"your orders cost me two positions. it cost me a podium this weekend. i think i deserve to be a little upset about it."

"it's only the beginning of the season, love," toto wolff tuts, folding his arms across his chest, "you have time to make up for it. you have so much time to win the title."

at his statement, she pauses, her brows furrowing together. he can sense her fury dissolving by the second, her rigid muscles relaxing as her shoulders slump. silence creeps in as she crosses over to the couch, curling up in the fetal position.

to put it lightly, it was a tough opening weekend in melbourne.

not only did she have to deal with the wake of the loss to max, she had difficulty familiarizing herself with the new car. the media was in a frenzy, circling around like vultures every single time she moved or spoke. fuck, she could barely even breathe without a microphone close by.

toto couldn't imagine how draining it must have been to deal with it all. there was an instance over the weekend where a reporter inquired about their sex life. following that, there were numerous questions involving when he was going to propose, when they were planning on having kids, and if she would retire if they had children.

she executed a brilliant drive during qualifying, managing to snag the third position on the grid, just behind lando and max. if all went according to plan, she would be able to push past lando at the start of the race, and be able to battle it out with max for the victory.

at the start of the race, she drove beautifully. she was able to surge ahead and get past both max and lando, sailing into the first position.

it was going perfectly until lap twenty-three, where there was a mishap with the steering. following the error came a miscommunication with strategy. although toto knew the tires would last a few more laps, it was not his call to bring her in to the pits.

the pit crew was not quite ready, fumbling with two of the tires. it was a painfully slow stop, her radios reflecting exactly how toto felt about the fiasco.

the call for the early pit ultimately cost her three positions, which ended up crushing her hopes of a podium on opening weekend.

following the race, she exchanged some heated words with the media. something along the lines of, "fuck off or you're going to feel that boom mic up your ass." of course, that sent social media into a frenzy.

so, when she decided to release some pent up emotions in her driver's room after the race, toto let her.

he couldn't blame her, really. this weekend was an absolute shit show.

yet, he knew they had to move forward from it. the helmet could be replaced. the dent in the wall could be patched. the team strategy could be tweaked.

there was nothing he wanted more than to just wrap her up in his arms, bringing her tightly against his chest. he ached to just hold her, murmuring all of the reassurances she needed to hear. he yearned to just pepper her beautiful face with endless kisses, just to hear that melodic giggle ring in his ears.

he couldn't though.

at least, not yet.

the team principal stays put, waiting until she gives him the cue.

it wouldn’t be verbal. it would be the way her body would shift toward him, inviting him over. it would be the way her arms would droop, begging to be held.

it wouldn’t be too much longer. any minute now.

as expected, she practically sinks into the couch, pleading for some sort of comfort.

there it was, that cue he was desperately waiting for.

he strolls over, settling into the cushion next to her, wrapping an arm around her frame.

"i-i just wanted to get a head start," there's a tug at his heart as her voice falters, "i wanted to prove to everyone that i could compete with max this time. i just wanted to win a fucking race after what happened last ye-"

"my love," the team principal exhales, a tender hand connecting with her back, just between her shoulder blades, "you have to keep your head up. you are not a failure just because you didn't finish on that podium. you are not defined by what happened last season. things are different now, so much more different."

in the light, he catches the gleam of a tear as it rolls down her cheek, "i just know they're all talking about me. they want nothing more than to see me lose. i just wanted to prove them wrong."

"we have so much time do that," his voice is barely a murmur, "we will make you a champion, my sweet girl. don't worry about what they all think. focus on me. focus on us. focus on how we can correct our mistakes."

the tears are flowing now, the streams glistening as she sits up, pressing her body against his. her head nuzzles into his chest, lashes fluttering as his hand begins to roam, gently kneading into her sore muscles.

"i-i'm sorry."

the words are merely a whisper, but toto hears them.

"why are you apologizing, sweet girl?"

"for acting like a brat," she still won't meet his gaze, her eyes fixated on the door, "i shouldn't have thrown my helmet."

the team principal hums, his fingers treading along the zipper of her suit, "it's all right, love. i think you should do it again, actually."

"stop it," she huffs, rolling her eyes, "you just thought my little outburst was hot."

"quite," his mouth ghosts over her ear, "take that anger out on me, actually. you know, you're quite sexy when you're all riled up."

"maybe i will." the corners of her lips twitch, and toto can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction.

she was fighting a smile, and fuck, was she fighting one hard.

carefully, she swings a thigh over his lap, straddling him as the tip of her nose brushes against his, "maybe i will take my anger out on you, toto. i want you to do something first, though."

in his khakis, he feels his cock stiffen, his throat tightening as she leans in even closer, "w-what is it, my love?"

fuck, he did he loathe how much power she held over him.

she cocks her head, a hand drifting to his cheek. her thumb trails along his cheekbone, relishing the way he completely crumbles under her touch.

"i want you to inform the fia that i will not be participating in any press for the next three races. will you do that for me?”

“sweet girl, you know i can’t do that—“

“please?” he can’t help but notice the way her bottom lip juts out ever so slightly.

all it would take is for her to bat those lashes once, and he would be done for.

and to his dismay, she does just that, “i just can’t handle the press right now. it’s too much and—“

“consider it done, my love. a statement will be out by the morning.”

“good boy,” she purrs, pressing her forehead against his, “you’re the best.”

“anything you want or need, it will be handled. i can promise you that. i will do everything in my power to make sure that you become champion.”

her lips press against his, a shiver running down his spine as she smirks, rolling her hips. it takes everything in his power to stifle a groan as her fingers delve into the waistband of his khakis, his cock throbbing.

she has him right where she wants him, but he doesn’t mind.

not. at. all.

she was his princess, after all.

and what his princess wanted, she got.

it only takes four words for him to come undone, any coherent thoughts slipping from his mind as her hand wraps around his shaft, his breaths coming out in pants.

“you better, toto wolff.”

[dollfacefantasy]

Restless Dreams

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon gets home late after another hard day at work to you having some extra sweet dreams.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, fingering, somnophilia, wet dream

word count: 3.6k

a/n: hey everyone!! hope you all enjoy this :) i guess i've been into soft leon with somno lately idk LOL. i was kind of tired myself when writing/editing this, so forgive any errors pretty please. new divider from here. thank you for any comments and reblogs <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus

“So what time do you think you’re gonna get here?” you ask before blowing on the drying polish that coats your nails.

“My shift finishes up at 12, and then I gotta file some reports. I’ll probably be done at 1, so not too long after that,” Leon explains through the phone. Despite his attempt to lay it out for you, there’s still a pause, one he came to recognize as your reaction of displeasure. A smile plays on his lips. “But you know the real answer is as soon as I can.”

You look down at your phone on your vanity, a pout forming on your face. Obviously, it wasn’t his fault he had to work so much now. He’d warned you when he started at the police station a few months ago, but it didn’t prepare you for how much you’d miss him.

It made you feel dumb, that nagging, achy feeling of longing in your chest. It wasn’t like he was off to war or something. You still saw him almost everyday. But more and more of his time was consumed by work now. Even when he was with you, he was often exhausted. 

Sometimes all you could think about his new job was that he was your boyfriend, not theirs. You’d mentally scold yourself for being so immature when that happened, but the sentiment still lingered in your head.

“Ok…” you say, trying to keep your voice neutral. He hears the dejection in your tone though.

“Baby,” he coos in that voice that sent warmth through your spine and got you to agree with everything he said, “You know I’d rather be with you. I’m just new and have to take the time to learn. Plus, with the caseload and the number of officers here, they need me at the station.”

“I need you more,” you say. You try to pass it off as playfulness, but it comes from real feelings. Your heart was beginning to tense with resentment for the RPD for taking him away so much. You knew the job meant a lot to him though which is why you would never unleash your admittedly petty frustrations.

A low laugh leaves him, and you can hear that loving smirk on his face as his voice comes through your phone’s speaker.

“Do you now? You’re really missing me that much?” he teases, leaning back in the driver’s seat of his cruiser. 

He knew that you did in fact miss him that much. And even though, since starting at the police station, he tried to project the image of a tough guy, he missed you just as much. That’s why he started calling you during lulls in his shift.

“Mhm. It’s not fair. It’s like I’m sharing you with the station. And I don’t like sharing,” you say with an exaggerated huff.

“Oh, I know you don’t,” he chuckles. He sighs happily, checking the time to calculate how much time was left before he could have you in his arms again. “But not much longer, baby. Then you get me all to yourself for the whole weekend.”

“I better,” you grumble with a smile.

“I promise you will,” he says genuinely. A light on his dashboard flickers, alerting him that his attention is needed elsewhere. “Just don’t stay up too late waiting for me tonight, ok? Your rest is important.”

“Seeing you is more important,” you respond.

“I know, but I prefer my girl when she’s not all cranky and sleep deprived. So try tonight, sweetheart. For me?” he asks.

“I guess,” you concede. Your heart already aches, knowing he’s about to hang up.

“I love you, baby,” he says softly, “I’ll see you later.”

“I love you too,” you tell him before he disconnects the call.

The silence that falls over your room makes it feel even more empty. You tap the glass screen of your phone, scanning for the time before you finish getting ready for bed. Your mouth curves downward when the numbers light up on the screen.

Only 10:30. Too much time till you’ll hear him come through your front door, but it’s not like you can do anything about it. You haphazardly go through the rest of your routine before dragging yourself over to your bed and getting in.

Sliding between the soft pink sheets, you flop down against your pillow and stare at the ceiling as you contemplate how to kill the time. Nothing grabs your interest because none of it’s him. It’s all just filler.

And worst of all, you were starting to feel sleepy. You wanted to wait up for Leon so badly, but you also went through a whole day of your own that tired you out. Plus, your bed was just so comfy with your plush blankets and full pillows, stuffed animals and frilly decorative cushions scattered on one side.

Thinking it would help to keep your eyes actively focused on something, you try to read. Your eyes scan over the words, and it isn’t long before you realize you’d made a horrible mistake. Moving your eyes along the page only made them more drowsy.

Next you turn on the tv and put on something you didn’t really have to pay attention to. But the soft glow of the tv casts across you and the low chatter of the characters becomes background noise, making it even harder for you to keep your eyes open.

You lazily reach across your bed and grab the bunny stuffie Leon had bought for you a few weeks prior. Tucking it beneath your chin and close to your chest, your drooping eyes fall shut and your breaths become soft and even. Barely any time has gone by before you’re sinking into slumber.

Leon glances down at his phone, the small numbers illuminating 2:04 in the darkness of the hallway. He enters your place with the key you gave him and shuts the door as quietly as possible. He knows you’re sleeping from seeing the dark bedroom. Already feeling guilty for taking longer than he’d expected, he didn’t want to add to that feeling by waking you up.

He makes his way to your room, padding silently down the hall. Once he reaches the door, he pushes it open with almost no force in an attempt to avoid even the slightest creak. You’re where he expected you to be, curled up in your bed, completely peaceful as you slept. He knew he probably looked like a little lovesick puppy right about now, eager to hop into bed and snuggle up to your side, but he didn’t care.

It takes him no time to shed his police uniform. He makes quick work of unlacing his boots and kicking them off. His pants and shirt crumple up at the foot of your bed next to his belt and socks. Finally, once he’s got on a pair of sweatpants he kept at your place, he climbs into bed with you.

He shoves your stuffies and extra pillows out of his way with a playful roll of his eyes and gets as close to you as he can. His arm drapes over you, and he nuzzles the back of your neck, planting a few kisses on the base of your head. You smelled so good, felt so soft, perfect to come home to.

His body melts into the mattress, and he’s ready to give into his own urges to sleep. That is until he notices you’re not as peaceful as you appeared from the doorway. His eyebrows raise as he feels your legs squirming. Restless movements from your feet beneath the covers and your thighs shifting aimlessly against each other.

He’s ready to brush it off at first. ‘Must just be having some wild dreams,’ he thinks with another kiss to your head. But then he hears the faintest sound, so quiet that he probably would have missed it had he been focused on anything else. It’s a whimper. A gentle, tender squeak that slips from between your lips into the cool air of your bedroom.

Now, his face conveys his concern. He worries you’re having a nightmare. That at any moment you’ll wake up with tears in your eyes and your heart pounding out of your chest. Immediately, he begins stroking your arm, kissing your temple, murmuring “It’s ok, baby. I’m here.”

But you make that little noise again, and this time it paints a different picture in Leon’s head. This whimper didn’t sound scared or stressed, like you were crying out for his protection. No, this sound brought to mind images of you writhing beneath him, nails marking his biceps with small crescents as he pumped himself in and out of you.

He shakes his head because that couldn’t be it. That’s just his horny mind creating things that aren’t there from being so pent up.

At least that’s what he tells himself until you make the noise again. It brings the same memories up, but this time he’s even more sure of it. He lifts his head off of yours to look down at you and try to figure out what to do next.

You look so cute, brows slightly furrowed, lips parted. As he brushes some hair from your face, he notices your fingers clutching your stuffed rabbit a little tighter. Your breath hitches for a moment before you let out a soft, sleepy whine of his name.

It’s unmistakable now what’s going on. He smirks and traces a finger over your lips. The pad of his index finger drags on your bottom lip slightly, turning your mouth into that pout he loved so much. He leans and kisses your cheek as you whine again.

“Please.”

He chuckles at how needy you sound even in your sleep, but at the same time, your voice has blood rushing to his cock while his head swirls with desire. He shifts his own hips, subtly pressing his erection against your ass. His eyes flutter at the minute pleasure. He grows more bold, and his hand rubs your hip before coasting up your side to your chest, giving your breast a gentle squeeze.

You whimper louder and squirm. He squeezes again softly while lowering his head to your neck to lay some tender kisses on the side of your throat. His palm leaves your tits and smooths down over your tummy in the direction of your shorts.

Cautiously, he maneuvers his hand past the waistband and dips into your panties. He cups your pussy, feeling the heat radiating off the area. A single finger slides between your folds in almost an exploratory touch. He feels your slick all over his digit. Clearly, this dream was a pretty good one.

He begins to use another finger, sliding the two up and down through your wetness. You roll onto your back, your breasts rising and falling as your breath gets heavier. Your thighs spread a little as if you subconsciously sensed his presence between your legs.

In your dreams, Leon was doing a lot more than rubbing you with his fingers. After you had fallen asleep, it felt like no time had passed. All of the sudden you were just on the table in your dining room, spread out for his rapture. 

You didn’t realize you were dreaming, everything felt so real. To you, he was really there, looking down at you with those loving yet lecherous eyes. Hands roaming your exposed body, lips caressing your skin all over. Everything seemed light and airy while also feeling heavy and thick. Your head, filled with clouds, slipped in and out of the moment. The sensation of him rutting his cock between your thighs and sliding inside of you was your reality at the moment.

In actual reality, Leon continues to move his fingers slowly, swiping them over your entrance and taking them back up to circle your clit. You mewl when he applies some pressure, sending sparks through you. Your squirming becomes more motivated, and he can tell your drifting away from your restful sleep back toward consciousness.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice huskier with arousal this time around.

You hear his voice in your dreams. The deep rumble enters your ears as you envision his hips pistoning into your wanting cunt. You mumble something in response, but he can’t understand the sleepy babbling. He rubs your clit a little harder with some more speed. You twitch in response, yet your eyes remain closed.

“I know, baby. I know it feels so good,” he coos and kisses behind your ear.

More incoherent words fall from your mouth. He sucks love bites into your neck, and you tilt your head back, craving more of that feeling. The dream version of him began mimicking the actions of the real Leon as you neared waking.

Whining louder, your fingers dig into the smooth fur of your plush bunny before letting it go. He nips at the sensitive skin of your throat as his fingers travel down and push inside your heat.

The feeling rips a moan from you and causes your eyes to open. Your back arches as he works them deeper. Your hips wriggle a little as you make sense of what’s happening.

“Leon?” you whimper. Your sleepy eyes struggle to stay open after being torn from the fog of sleep.

“That’s right, baby. It’s just me. You were having some nice dreams, weren’t you, pretty girl?” he says.

“Mhm,” you hum mindlessly.

“About me?” he teases, eyes watching your body fidget with the pleasure you felt.

“About you,” you confirm before he leans down and kisses your lips. They were so soft against his own. He slowly moves his mouth with yours and languidly slides his tongue against yours.

You moan into the kiss as his fingers curl within you and hit your favorite spot. Your feet lightly kick at the sensation. Your hips rise a little as you feel the flood gates holding your release about to break.

You’re too sleepy to tell him out right, but he knows the signs. He keeps working you there until your body seizes and arches off the bed. You let out a throaty moan and turn your head to bury your face against his shoulder.

“There you go. Let it all out, sweetheart,” he whispers and kisses your head.

You ride out the high on his hand, and by the time you’re done, you’re ready to fall asleep again. Your mind is hazy with the fog of release. You’re drifting off as your body settles without even realizing it.

You’re only yanked back to reality by Leon scooping you up into his lap. He’s sitting with his back to the headboard, and he situates you between his thighs, back against his chest. His arms keep you caged in nice and close, safe and warm.

“Don’t fall asleep again just yet, babydoll,” he murmurs while kissing up your neck.

Your head lolls back against his shoulder. The fight to stay awake gets a little easier as his hand returns to your soaked panties. He doesn’t tease this time, just slides in two fingers and starts moving them in and out.

The new angle makes you squirm and whine, but he holds you tight in place with his free arm.

“Gotta work you open, honey. Can’t just slide my dick in you with no warm up,” he says with a smirk.

His voice pulls you towards lucidity a little more. Your hands wrap around his free arm for support while your hips instinctively roll into his blissful touch.

“I missed you,” you choke out between gasps and whimpers.

“I know you did,” he teases, grinning against your throat. His cock throbs against the small of your back as his ears latch onto the sound of your slick around his fingers. “Came home to cuddle with my sweet girl, and I find her having such dirty dreams.”

Your cheeks heat up as you start to piece together what had happened. You fully realize now that your escapade on the kitchen table was entirely in your mind. You feel embarrassed for a moment, but the feeling dies pretty quick as you rapidly approach the edge for a second time.

“Not my fault,” you whimper shyly.

He chuckles and kisses your temple once more. “I know it’s not. If anything, it’s mine. I think I’ve been neglecting my baby,” he says with a mocking lilt in his voice.

You cry out as his fingers brush against those same spots that brought you to the finish last time. Your hips twitch, and you grip his thighs as your peak rises within you. Moments later your cumming all over his fingers, sucking in a harsh breath as a second release courses through you, even more intense then the last.

His free arm keeps you secure against his chest while rubbing your side soothingly. The heel of his other palm roughly massages your clit as his fingers pump in and out.

“Good girl,” he coos, “That’s it, just one more and then I can put you to sleep how you deserve.”

As soon as you seem to be coming down, Leon lifts you up again, tugging your clothes off and moving your body around like a doll to get you in the position he wants. You were definitely more pliant after two orgasms, but you could also see how his training had been paying off. Maybe this new job wasn’t all bad.

He has you on your back now, thighs against your chest and knees hooked over his arms. Again, he had no patience to tease right now, so after pushing his sweats down to mid thigh, he takes his cock and slides it in you with no hesitation. He groans as your hole takes him in, your walls pulsing around him even after he bottoms out.

“So wet. I can just slide right in,” he mumbles as his own hips twitch.

Your eyes droop at the stretch. It always felt so satisfying, having him buried balls deep in you. As close as he could possibly be. No fear of him leaving or pain of being separated. You whine and reach up to pull him closer.

He follows along and rests his face against your neck as he begins thrusting. You hear him panting right in your ear. His hands grip your hips so hard you know there’ll be marks.

“Perfect pussy’s made for me,” he grunts while snapping his hips, “Miss it every second I’m not inside it.”

You nod lazily as you continue to clamp down around him. After two releases, you didn’t even feel a building ecstasy anymore, just a constant stream of pleasure.

“Leon,” you whine, “Harder. Wanna feel it.”

He moans at your plea but indulges you, grabbing you harder, pressing your legs higher, filling you deeper.

“Wanna be sore after, don’t you, sweetheart? Want a reminder of me while I’m at work. Something to tide you over till I can do this again. Won’t have to rely on dreams then, right?” he says.

“Yeah,” you whimper. Your bed creaks as he picks up the pace, but your moans mask the sound as they grow in volume.

He fucks into you over and over, stoking the flames within himself, trying to build to that explosion. You were so tight, so warm. He hums another low moan and whimpers softly as he feels it right there. He gasps softly before holding you tighter and muttering in your ear.

“Ready for another one, honey? Gonna be the last one and then we’ll get you comfy and off to sleep.”

“Yeah,” you moan again, unable to say much else.

“Good… good girl,” he moans before his hips buck wildly and he finally releases.

You finish for a third time. You cling to him tight as the euphoria washes over you again. Locking your legs around his hips, you keep your face pressed to the warm skin of his neck as it goes through you. You feel the hot flood of cum he fucks into you. His chest is heaving now too as he recovers from the high.

He stays on top of you for a moment before pulling out. You cling harder upon losing that full feeling. He smiles at your desire to be close to him and gives you one more kiss before sitting up.

“So sweet to me, baby. I hope that made up for the late night,” he whispers and strokes your hair.

“It did,” you say with a nod. Your eyes were already shutting again, ready to go back to sleep after being fucked so good.

He looks at you with all the love in the world as he pulls his sweats up. He then helps you pull your panties and shirt back on, trying to laugh at your sleepy, half-assed movements.

After that, he gets you all tucked in next to him, snuggled up in his arms like he originally intended. He even grabs that stuffed bunny he got you and fits it close to you in case you want it.

“Get some rest, honey. You need it,” he whispers while rubbing your back.

“Mhm,” you respond tiredly, “You too. You’re all mine for the weekend, and I don’t want you tired out the whole time.”

“Alright, but I’m gonna be tired out if we do some more of that again tomorrow,” he jokes. He pulls you close to him and shuts his eyes, nestling his head against yours and settling in to rest.

That puts a smile on your face and you nuzzle him once more before letting yourself fall asleep for the night.

[covenofagatha]

taking requests, angel? if so...

I saw some Kathryn gifs and an idea came to me: Agatha, after a long and exhausted working week, asks female reader to have a date, but the date is on their house because Agatha is too tired to go out. Reader is happy, tho, because her love language is quality time and physical contact. Something like a dinner, maybe, idk... so they end up having a very lovely time together, cuddling on the sofa until they fall asleep. Smut or not in the end, it's up to you... but I'd love to read something cute from you:( I don't know if that's okay...

if you're not taking requests, I totally understand that! I don't want to bother you.

- 🌙

Fun fact, this is my first time writing something that's not meant to build up to sexy times! Also the fluffiest thing I've ever written so hopefully it's good!

Home is where the heart is

A change of plans in your date night with Agatha leads to a confession.

Word count: 1200

Warnings: fluff, softness

Still on for dinner and a movie tonight? 

It’s the text you sent your girlfriend, Agatha, an hour ago and she still hasn’t responded. This usually isn’t like her, but you know how busy work can get. And you know how tough the last week had been on her, but you were really looking forward to spending this Friday night with her. 

The two of you had been dating for three months now and it always seemed like the older woman wanted to do something, whether it be going to a nice restaurant or mini-golfing or painting pottery. Like tonight, Agatha is supposed to take you to the newest spot in town that just opened up and then you were going to see Corpse Bride as it was playing again in theaters. 

You would never complain about any of this, but you’re a little worried that Agatha thinks that you need all of this to hang out with her. 

A text from Agatha buzzes finally. Doll, I’m so sorry. You frown and pick your phone up, afraid she’s going to cancel. I’m so exhausted from work, how would you feel just coming over tonight for something chill? I can order pizza. 

You breathe a sigh of relief and type back. I would love that! See you later. You almost finish the text with a ‘Love you’ but neither of you had said it yet and you were sure as hell not going to say it over the phone for the first time. 

You also weren’t sure how Agatha felt. She was older and you weren’t exactly sure what she saw in you. She was beautiful and confident and wealthy and could have anyone she wanted, and yet she chose you. 

A part of you deep down is perturbed that this is just a fling for her. It would crush you if that’s what it was. 

But you bury that insecurity somewhere dark inside you and you get ready for date night. 

Since you’re not doing anything special, you opt for a comfy purple sweater and black leggings. You do put on lacy underwear just in case Agatha’s in the mood, but you are totally content if not. 

You just want to spend time with your girlfriend. 

You get to her house right at six, which was when you were supposed to meet anyway, and you only have to wait a second after ringing the doorbell for Agatha to appear. 

“Hey, baby,” she says, stepping to the side so you can enter. She’s wearing sweatpants and a tank top, hair loose, but she’s never looked more beautiful. You press a cheek to her kiss and she hums happily and follows you into the kitchen. “Sorry to cancel our plans at the last minute, I’m just so tired.” 

“No worries at all,” you reassure her, opening the pizza box that’s already on the counter. It’s your favorite kind and you put two pieces on a plate and grab a beer. She does the same and leads you over to the couch where you sit on opposite sides facing each other. “Everything okay?” You ask once you’re both settled. 

She sighs dramatically and her head flops back against the couch. You laugh and nudge her with your foot. 

Agatha looks back at you, mirth sparkling in her eyes. “It was just a rough week, hon. Lots of people bothering me, asking stupid questions they should know the answers to, following up on emails that they haven’t responded to. And I had to work late those couple nights.”

You frown. “I’m sorry. You work so hard and no one seems to give you the credit you deserve.” You take a bite of your pizza and chew it thoughtfully, wondering what else you can say. You know she’s been really busy and you’ve hardly seen her at all this week. 

But she leans forward and pats your thigh. “But this has certainly helped.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “The pizza and beer?” You ask innocently, fishing for more. She rolls her eyes fondly, knowing how much validation you like. 

“And the company, hon. You’re pretty great, you know?” 

You smile and squirm with contentment. “You are too, Aggie. I’m always happy to just sit on your couch and talk. I just want to spend time with you, no matter what we’re doing.” 

She smiles gratefully. “Me too, baby. Now, how has your week been?” You launch into an animated retelling of something that happened at work and she hangs onto every word. It takes you a bit longer to tell the story in-between bites of your pizza, but her attention never wavers. 

It makes you feel so warm inside how Agatha always pays attention to what you’re saying. She makes you feel so seen and you couldn’t be more lucky to have her. 

Once you’re done talking and with the pizza, she puts on an episode of Modern Family, your comfort show. You lay between her legs, your back to her front, while she gently strokes your hair. You trace lazy circles on her thighs through her sweatpants and it’s absolutely perfect. 

She tilts your head to the side and angles hers so she’s able to kiss you softly. It’s just a press of her lips against yours at first, but it slowly becomes more and your mouth parts for her tongue. 

It’s not a needy kiss though, not a kiss meant to lead to something more, it’s a kiss full of adoration and longing and intimacy. 

“You’re so perfect, baby,” Agatha murmurs against your lips.

“Not as perfect as you,” you say back and you can feel her smile against your skin. 

She lets you go back to the show and wraps her arms around you. You can feel her deep breathing and you feel so safe and warm that you start to doze off. 

Right before sleep takes you though, you feel her nuzzle your temple and whisper into your ear: “I love you, baby.” 

Your heart leaps and you suddenly feel more awake than ever. You whirl around so fast that you almost fall off the couch. Agatha’s eyes are wide and you think you see fear in them. 

“Did you just–” You start. 

At the same time, Agatha says, “I’m so sorry–”

You both cut off at the same time. You smile wider than you ever have before and you move so you’re straddling her lap. You put your arms around her neck and rest your forehead against hers. 

“Agatha Harkness,” you say. Her eyebrows raise. “I love you, too.” 

She closes the distance between you and kisses you again, this time with more passion. You whine and try to pull her as close as you can, needing to feel her body against yours as much as you can. 

“Say it again,” she says and you smirk. 

“I-” You kiss her. “Love.” Another kiss. “You.” She grins and gives you a long kiss and it eventually sizzles out and the two of you are just holding each other, your chin on top of her shoulder. 

“I’m so glad I cancelled our other date,” Agatha muses and you chuckle, squeezing her tighter. “Stay here with me forever, love?” 

You promise that you will. 

And when you both wake up in the morning in that same position, she tells you that she loves you again.

You hope she never stops saying it, because you know that you never will.

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Moxxie Redesign! (2/4)

You didn’t think I forgot about this did you? ‘,:/

I wanted to base Moxxie off of what his name actually implies, having nerve and determination. Ive almost entirely changed his personality in certain ways. He is still an assassin but he takes his job very seriously and struggles with his inner morals because of this. Being berated by Blitz often leads to him pushing aside his concerns with his job and causing internal conflict instead that he typically only ever talks to these issues about Millie. She is trying to get him to consider therapy but he doesn’t want to lose his “sparkle” (he gives in eventually and goes and it goes fine, this would be around season 2 but definitely after episode 6)

Moxxie also doubles as a medic for any potential injuries at I.M.P (this happens often). Moxxie was also born in greed so he has the more aquatic qualities of a greed imp such as the little headlamp, frills, and gills. And for any fish nerds, yes I know only female angler fish have headlamps, thats the point. Viv has literally no main trans characters so I guess I have to do everything myself. Plus I’m tired of the super straight shit that happened a few years back, Millie isn’t any less straight for dating a trans man. I think Moxxie certainly struggles with his masculinity and also takes his job so seriously as a way to prove to himself that he’s meeting some sort of “masculinity criteria” however he’s fully aware of how silly the mindset is (hes working on it). I think som trans imps may definitely paint their horns like Moxxie, but with certain days I really doubt he gives much of a shit considering it probably gets chipped a lot anyway.

Moxxie still hates his upbringing and the greed ring leaves a sour taste in his mouth, however he prefers to use his knowledge and features from greed in his work. For example, preforming minor surgery under his headlight, it’s goofy as hell and I think any show benefits from some extent of stupid silliness like that. It’s also good for distractions!

Moxxie isn’t always super serious like in this art either, he’s still a bit stupid but still respects himself. Tough nut to crack because of his past but is very kind underneath somewhere.

Heres some notes I went off while working!

- glasses (REQUIRED. Give him those stupid little circle spectacles)

- Get rid of the stupid suit

- Maybe some interesting horn stuff?

- Make him look a bit more like his voice, not sure how to describe this

- Write a boyloser properly

- Probably doubles as a medic? I think he’d be interested in medicine with all that errrm akshully energy he has

- Make him actually look like an adult (I tried)

- More of a fishy tail

- Born in wrath but both parents are greed imps so he has those features + moved back when he was like 6 idk

- Or idk maybe imps change the longer theyre in a certain ring? Could be fun

I have a lot more I could talk about with this guy but I’ll save it for some other posts :3

[bulletproofthroat]

i feel like a parrot just reiterating the amount of times ive had to tell people im fucking unwell and the fact my manic episodes are as volatile as an ipad kid getting their ipad taken off

yh ya girl tried to kill herself but instead did the next best thing and put some cuts in her arm, i cba being all soft im being cut throat w yall rn, ya dont like it then fuck off my page LOLL

anyway yeah, edgy scary painting because im mentally ill and im bipolar and im kanye west wowww omg😡😡😱😱

im js gonna vent yall dont gotta read shit im js tryina air ts out LOLL

so like im really fucking tired of people expecting me to do shit the way they wanna, like i deadass open up ab my vulnerable NPD to someone, and they then have the gall to say that theyre scared of me LOL and then theyll compare me to their ex or sm shit??? like sorry why?? i could go into it but id be sat here til 2am. secondly, this same retard has the cheek to tell me because i was manic, i was basically acting as an edgy 13 yr old when it came to me cutting myself, because believe it or not, i found it amusing, not in the sense im some corny tiktok cosplayer tryina be tough, but in the sense that im fucking cooked in the psyche. i think the added flavours of my trillion other disorders make my bipolar 8x worse because when im manic everything fluctuates, impulsivity, especially when my bpd comes into play, my mood switches rapidly, i have outbursts, im a reckless person i seek attention and gratitude off others, its a whole fuckin thing

yh, anyway, and what really pmo is that when im fuckin venting to someone they then have the gall, the hutzpah to be talking ab their own shit like sorry idgaf?? did i fuckin ask bro LOL like this is about me why are we skewing the conversation to you, if i wanted to talk about you then i would've mentioned you (which is highly unlikely) and the fact that theres people that love to fucking question my choices and act like im under the influence of drugs or pure stupidity, they can go fuck themselves icl bc yall js pmo.. ive been practically screaming at my doctor begging for a bipolar assessment because god forbid england ever gives 2 shits ab people with bipolar disorder. like how fucking hard is it to be medicated for bipolar??? and what pissed me off even more is that i was refused a psychosis diagnosis because my symptoms werent and i quote "psychotic enough" so youre telling me i still have prevailing psychotic symptoms but because theyre not fucking extreme i cant? i mean fine, but jesus christ its the constant back and fourth, and what im basically getting at is that im basically bipolar with psychotic symptoms.

and the fact im still fucking raw dogging life says enough. yeah ong icl idk if im gonna be living til 20 or sm shi, and i cba wassing any further ab it LMFAO

[radarsteddybear]

[For the Anastasia AU ask game] Back to the Future? (I mean, did you expect anything else from me...?)

Send me a piece of media and I'll tell you how I'd do an Anastasia!AU for it!

Oooooh, that's going to be tough because I've only seen the film once and that was probably...somewhere around 10 years ago? But let's give it a go. (I apologize in advance if this doesn't actually fit.)

In order to keep the royalty element, I'd stick Marty and co. in a fictional country that recently overthrew their monarchy and replaced it with communism. The country is buzzing with the rumor that the youngest of the king and queen's three children survived. Meanwhile, Marty, as above, has amnesia and is trying to eek out a meager living while trying to piece together who he is, only having bizarre flashes of memory fragments to go off of--fire, nearly being run down by a strange-looking car, blinding flashes of light, the sound of tires squealing against the pavement. He arrives in this fictional country's version of Twin Pines, where he finds himself drawn to Doc, former Scientist to the Crown, who's now working as...something that is definitely not science and is unquestionably beneath his ability/skill level. Doc, much like Marty, exists on the fringes of society as the sort of person that everyone else tends to avoid because they're different and weird and tend to say stuff that doesn't make any sense and are probably doing things that could probably get them in a lot of trouble with the law. Which Doc is, by the way. Doing things that could get him in a lot of trouble with the law, I mean. Idk what he's doing exactly (probably multiple different things), but he's doing it to earn money to fund his scientific experiments and hopefully get out so he can relocate to somewhere he can have the freedom to pursue his scientific endeavors.

Now, this next part's a bit tricky, because Doc is, at heart, a very kind person who would absolutely never intentionally do anything that would ever hurt his good friend Marvin (or whatever the heck's going by at this point in time), but let's see if we can make this work. Soon, what remains of the government in exile announces a monetary reward for whoever finds the Lost Prince, Marty McFly. This gets Doc's brain going, and he starts to put some details together in a rather "I've connected the two dots/you haven't connected shit" sort of a way. Dates line up, places line up, and the kid even sort of looks like the lost prince. And if he is the prince, the reward money is more than enough to get Doc (and Marty, because Doc doesn't really think through the idea that Marty being the prince would lead to their separation) out of this fictional country and set them up with the tools and equipment to do Science™️. Doc uses his knowledge of palace life to teach Marty how to be a prince as they make their way towards Fictional Country #2 where the government in exile is currently exiled. Marty slowly begins to regain more and more of his memories, though they don't paint the happiest picture.

After they arrive in Fictional Country #2 and start to prepare to meet with the Fictional Country #1 Government in Exile (which is mostly going shopping for snazzy new clothes), Marty starts to realize that, this whole time, Doc has been more motivated by money (and freedom) than by the idea that Marty actually may be the lost prince, that Doc has been twisting the facts in his mind to fit the picture he wants to paint. And Doc starts to realize this, too, and he is absolutely horrified because, again, he'd never do anything to hurt his friend, and now...he has.

And just before realizing this, Doc also realizes that, if Marty is the Lost Prince (which Doc hopes he is, after all this), Marty is going to stay in Fictional Country #2 to take his place as the exiled king leading Fictional Country #1's government in exile as well as take his place in Europe's royalty. Sure, maybe they'll still get to see each other here and there, but it'll never be the same; they'll never again get to live in the same world.

Marty is understandably angry and decides he needs his space. Doc decides that the best thing he can possibly do is respect this, so he wishes Marty the most genuine, heart-felt "good luck" he can and starts making arrangements to return to Fictional Country #1 (because without the reward money, he can't afford to start a new life in a new country; there also a definite element of some self-flagellation in there as well).

I guess Biff gets to play the role of Gleb, working as an agent for the government of Fictional Country #1, which has a vested interest in not having any of the members of its former royal family return from the dead. Biff's mission is to either bring Marty back to Fictional Country #1 to be made an example of (if he's not the lost prince) or kill him (if he is). So at this point, Biff has been following Marty and Doc for their entire journey, and this is the moment he chooses to make his move, having determined that Marty is, in fact, the lost prince, and therefore he needs to die.

Marty, of course, isn't going down without a fight. The ensuing fisticuffs somehow catch Doc's attention, as he's still nearby and hasn't left yet. He joins in the fight, probably with the help of an invention or two, and quite literally throws himself in front of Marty to protect him from Biff once Biff reaches for his gun. Biff doesn't get the chance to fire because Marty is able to use whatever invention Doc brought along to defeat Biff once and for all (he doesn't die, of course; he just ends up getting arrested by the proper authorities).

Doc and Marty hug it out. They don't have to say much to convey their apologies to one another. They decide to ditch the whole lost prince business and find a place for themselves in Fictional Country #2, starting from scratch, because they don't need much as long as they have each other.

[abysmal-fixations]

Main 4 + Butters with a Juggalo reader

(These pictures are so funny to me idc) (is Juggalo even supposed to be capitalized?? idk man)

I got tired of seeing really preppy readers, let me be a freak in my fiction >:(

(No romance mentioned or implied.)

Stan Marsh

-He looks like he'd be scared of clowns tbh.

-Look at that face, that is not the face of someone who isn't scared of clowns.

-He eventually gets used to it, but that's only because most Juggalos don't wear the full clown costume. If you did he'd probably scream.

-He probably calls you weird at some point, but he had a goth phase so he can't really talk.

-Would NOT go to a gathering with you EVER.

-One clown is bad enough.

-I feel like he wouldn't mind the music either way, he wouldn't listen to it personally, but he doesn't really dislike it.

Kyle Brovloski

-He's the most sane about it.

-Like he just does not care either way.

-Would let you occasionally paint his face too, as long as no one from school sees.

-You could probably convince him to go to a gathering if you just don't leave him alone about it.

-If people make fun of you for it he would only defend you're close.

-Otherwise would just let it happen, it's not his business.

-He just has better things to worry about than if you paint your face in clown makeup and listen to clown rap.

Kenny McCormick

-Honestly love it when people draw him as a Juggalo.

-LET HIM BE A SILLY AND WICKED CLOWN.

-He'd go to a gathering with you, but you gotta help get him there. Dude is poor as fuck.

-You two vibe.

-Would do all kinds of random shit with you in clown makeup.

-You know those goth people who take pictures with mall Santas? You guys could totally do that but with clown makeup.

-I feel like when he's listening to the mighty death pop albums' intro his face is just like: 0-0.

-Cause like the whole point of that album is not to waste your life and die in a stupid way cause you only get one and he's died in stupid avoidable ways multiple times.

-But on the plus side, the fact that he gets revived opens the door for you both to do 10x the stupid shit you would if he was mortal.

Eric Cartman

-Rips on you for it constantly (he's an asshole).

-If you took him to a gathering he'd probably say something stupid and get the shit beat out of him.

-It'd be fun to watch though.

-Probably tries to mimic you at some point for some stupid scheme.

-It goes as well as every other time.

-He's just an asshole.

Butters Stotch

-He thinks it's neat and that you 'look real tough!'.

-Would be the one to ask if you wanna paint someones' face.

-Doesn't like the violence in the music, he's also scared listening to it might get him grounded.

-You could probably ease him into listening to it though.

-Would go to a gathering but would be terrified the whole time.

-He seems like the type of person to enjoy clowns.

-But I think he'd like the funny clowns at rodeos and stuff more than scary clowns.

[dreaming-of-lu]

Hey, so ive never done an emergency request so i don't quite know what im doing. i read over your rules and it said your inbox is always open for these, if its not thats totally fine please just ignore this then. i dont even really know what to request honestly, just something with legend if thats cool? idk man i was doing good for a while but i had a classic sit down in the shower drinking jack daniels moment today, maybe run with that? idk, i've deleted and retyped this ask so many times im just gonna close my eyes and hit send

Hey there, doll 💚 Yes, my emergency requests are always open for when those had a really crappy day, need some immediate comfort and you need a pick me up from life. Whether it just requires fluff or comfort for what happened today/during the week.

Hopefully this can make your day/night a bit brighter and warm for you. Do take good care of yourself even if its baby steps! Legend is sending support your way through this💚💚

How long have you sat in the tub? You quietly count the shower tiles in your mind with heavy, tired eyes, tapping the glass bottle with no rhythm, paying no heed to the sudden sound of footsteps coming close to the shower.

"Hey," the sound of the curtains drew back a bit, catching your eyes as soft lighting peeked in alongside a notorious pair of blues and tufts of mulberry pink hair. They stared, gazing over your form that hid in the shade of the curtains before coming back to your face with silence. Legend crouched beside the tub, holding a tight grip on the curtains to keep the light from barging in.

"Do you need anything?" He asks quietly.

"You," your voice croaked, "I just...need you."

Legend quietly watches you, eyes flickering to the bottle that the finger never ceased to tap on. Listening to the soft clinks as seconds continue to pass. He gives a silent, outstretched hand, gesturing patiently for the bottle. With a weak grip, you slid it into his grasp, watching as he got up, muffled footsteps, hearing him open a cabinet and firmly shut it.

Legend comes back into view, giving his hand out to you with a wiggle of his fingers. An amused huff left your lip, ignoring the silent victory that painted his own features as you placed your hand in his. With a firm grip, he slowly hauls you up from the tub, placing his other hand, supporting you, on your back.

He rubs in an up-and-down motion, placing his cheek against your head, humming a soft melody that slowly soothed away your woes. Slowly swaying you side-to-side while rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, pressing your ear to his chest to hear his strong heartbeat that grounded you, a rhythm so beautiful than the one that had none.

"Do you want to change?" Legend inquiries softly.

"Shorts, please," you mumbled into his shoulder, nuzzling deep into his neck and heavily breathing in his scent, then releasing with a heavy exhale.

"I'll be right back; anything else?"

"Just you,"

"Very well, I'll be quick."

Legend makes his way out of the bathroom before halting underneath the door frame, turning back around to place a hand against your cheek and placing a kiss against your forehead, your cheek, then finally, your lips. Short but sweet to make you want more of his affections; you know he's not very open about them, hiding it underneath a tough exterior though you know he gives with all his heart.

It doesn't matter either way cause you know it's for you and nobody else. Legend presses one more kiss to your lips and exits the bathroom with a resounding promise,

"Once you change, we'll cuddle on the couch and do whatever else you like, okay? It's going to get better cause I'm here for you every step of the way."

[akqrus]

hii! :DD

i've seen you are taking requests based on the prompt list and i came here to send you an ask :)

sooo... 14. "it's a blessing and a curse." with ladynoir?? idk but i think it would be cute! and you can write it as a headcannon, one-shot, drabble, whatever you prefer!!

keep safe, bye!

HELLO! I totally didn't procrastinate or experience the worst writer's block hahahahaha

Ao3

It was supposed to be short, but I got carried away LOL.

~

The night was mesmerizing, starry night twinkling while the cold wind breezed through them. Her red ribbons gently brush her neck as she stares at the painted sky. 

The sight calmed her down, but it was mostly her companion's presence that caused this serene atmosphere. 

Marinette forgot all her troubles and stress when she was with Chat. 

Such a powerful presence, he was. 

“M'lady?” He interrupts her ongoing thoughts. 

“Yes, Chaton?” 

“This… This life that we're living, do you find it to be a burden? a calamity? a tragedy?” he asks. What made him think such thoughts? Could it be? Could it be that he found his job of protecting the city a tiring one? Or was it her? Is he bored of her?

Her heart stops for a second; she couldn't think of such things. He cared, didn't he? 

“Why? Why would I find my life a burden? Especially when I'm with you, Chaton.” forcing a smile. She silently begs that he doesn't want to give up on this.

On them. 

“Well, it's been years, and we still haven't defeated Papillon.” 

“That's what is making you think this?” she giggles. 

“There are other reasons, of course,” he responded. 

“Like what, Chaton?” 

“Like how hard it is to maintain my personal life and this life. My schedule is packed at least for the next three months, and Papillon isn't even tired of pulling 3 am akumas.” he muttered, rolling his eyes with exhaustion filling up the air. 

She draws herself closer to his body. “I know… I know how it feels,” placing her palm gently onto his cheek as she softly rubs her thumb. “Work and akumas have been taking a toll on my life,” she adds. “I mean, I'm running out of excuses to make when akumas pop up during my shifts.” Sighing, she then rests her head on his chest. 

Taking her in her shoulder, rubbing gently and soothingly. “That too,” laughing dryly. “It's starting to become overwhelming, I guess?”

“Yeah… But I think the best part about this is that we met each other, don't you think?”

“Of course…” placing a soft kiss on her head. “Even that is ruined by papillon.” Oh? He stops for a second before speaking once again. “Well, not in a bad way, of course! Hahaha." 

“I mean, what I meant is that we have to be careful and cautious.” His smile fades. He's right, they have to tiptoe around with their relationship. None of her friends know who he is, nor do his friends know.

Nor does she know who he truly was. 

Occasionally she wonders about his personal life. What annoys him in the morning? How does he like his coffee? Bitter or something sweet? Does he prefer a tartine or a baguette with butter and jam? Or maybe viennoiseries! Does he have annoying co-workers? Does he also have questions about her life? 

“Oh Mon Chaton…” lifting her chin up to face his direction. “I know how hard it is to keep everything from the closest people you know. I mean, I want Maman and Papa to see you and get to know you, but I can't-” She stops and realizes that everything is Papillon's fault. If he wasn't willing to endanger them or their loved ones.

“I would also love to meet them.” smiling, causing Marinette to forget her struggles for a moment.

His smile was just that strong…

“Maman would love you! She would make so much food for you, because you're so skinny. She would make her famous peking duck, or maybe dim sum or Xiaolongbao! OoOoh Xiaolongbao is so good! They're so juicy! But Papa, on the other hand, would probably be his overprotective self and act all tough, but he'd eventually realize that you're great and start to ease up on you.” She silently wishes that she gets to see that day happen. Where she finally can be free from papillon and let her parents know about her amazing boyfriend.

“But don't worry, he's actually sweet! He wouldn't hurt you or anything, hahaha.” She wouldn't want to scare him away from her father. (even if he had scared him enough when he thought she loved him as Marinette a few years ago….)

“I don't know, it seems like I should be scared…” he forces a grin. “And also… I'm not skinny, I'm just fit!”

“Sure Chaton…” she wiggles her eyebrows teasingly. 

“Oh you!” crossing his arms, a gentle pout formed his lips, visualizing his so-called anger. “Since I'm so skinny, I bet you wouldn't like to hug and cuddle such a thin, bony person anymore!”

She dramatically gasps in response to his words. “Noooooo! How dare you forbid me of such warm and lovely bony arms!” She answers with the back of her hand on her head, wearing a smirk indicating her mockery. “How can I live another day without my beautiful Chatons cuddles?” 

Rolling his eyes while locking her with a deadpan expression. “Stop making fun of me! I'm serious!” and well, his pleading didn't work. Because she was now laughing so hard at him, she could barely breathe…

“I'm sorry, Mon Chaton. But your face!”

She was in fact not sorry.

“Listen-” she continues before he gets to reject her apology. “I'm just saying that if Maman saw you, she would've shoved all the food that was in our house into your mouth.”

“I'm not even that scrawny.”

“Well, according to Maman, you most likely are.”

“Fine! Then no hugs or visiting your parents!”

 

“Noooooooo! You can't threaten me like that! How could you ever let me- Your lady! to ever experience such a dreadful incident?”

“Stop making fun of me!” gently wrapping his arm around to headlock her. “You will feel my wrath!”

“Ahhhhh, help me!” She jokingly cries for a savior. “I'm being terrorized by a raging kitten!” 

“Don't even dare to try to run away from me!” as he squeezes her firmly. “Let me give you a taste of your own medicine!” She bursts into laughter from his dramatic tone and choice of wording. 

“Oh no! What shall I do to escape my unfortunate fate?” He attempts to contain his laughter but fails due to her invincible humor, of course! 

They fall into laughter as the stars cast a twinkling reflection against them. 

~

He stares at the midnight sky, realizing his question was left unanswered, leaving him increasingly curious.“Y'know you still haven't answered my question.” interrupting the cold silence. 

Stuck, eyes gazing at the scattered twinkling sky. She turns to face him. “I find this a blessing disguised in the shape of a curse.” She finally answered his question with a beaming smile. 

Providing a returning smile, he moves closer to her and wraps his arm around her waist while rubbing her side softly. “What a lovely curse…” giving her a soft look.

His expression held reassurance, indicating to her that everything will be okay…

~

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Probably alphys and the ghost cousins

That's a tough one......idk

I've been in this fandom since i was 10 and this game has way too much sentimental value for me to leave....aside from that though, y'all are mostly chill

That part in the alphys date scene where undyne is like "i don't care if you like manga, you're a great person" or whatever

Death by glamour

PACIFIST IS THE ONLY TRUE ENDING IDC

I NEVER PLAYED IT!!!! My sister just showed me pewdiepie's lets play of the game one day

Mad mew mew

Probably the alphys date scene

Again, never played the game

Honestly that was so long ago that i don't really remember...i was probably scared tbh

I USED to headcanon them as a boy but i have since seen the light and now i headcanon them as intersex nonbinary

Alphys...just her antisocial demeanor and her dorkiness REALLY resonate with me

Idk...probably papyrus?

I'd probably just phase right through it if i tried.....

Probably temmie, i mean....i'm an anxiety-ridden mess and i don't think that would mesh well with the other characters bombastic personalities, temmie seems kinda chill despite her goofiness

Never played the game

Never played the game

I mean....considering i watched pewdiepie's playthrough of the pacifist ending and THEN watched the game grumps playthrough of both pacifist AND genocide....i'd say pacifist

Waterfall, idk...it's kinda chill

Hard to say....probably nabstablook's house or alphys' lab

Nonbinary

Gaster was nonverbal and used sign language to communicate, thus why he's called "the man who speaks in hands"

Cinnamon

Honestly i never really thought about it....i've kinda been wanting to draw what i think they looked like when they were alive though...

That one rock in the ruins

Fuck jerry, marry jerry, kiss jerry, kill jerry IN THAT ORDER!!!!!!

No.

I'm not particularly into UTAUs but i really like outertale :)

Honestly i have a lot of AUs i don't like....most AUs these days are just "undertale but the characters are switched around #7633756642373463" and i'm kinda tired of seeing it, how about we get an AU where the underground is just a giant ikea or something?

Honestly not really....like, YEAH i get to meet fun quirky characters but i also risk breaking my neck and dying (or at the very least having to use a wheelchair for the rest of my life) from falling down

I don't have an undersona but if i did it'd probably be a purple bunny that looks like an old desktop buddy like clippy or bonzi buddy

Because i have a lot of really great memories with the game, like i said: i first got into this game when i was 10 and this game is just so special to me because it's the first fandom i ever joined besides my little pony...

N/A

Glamburger.....honestly i just wanna see what a hamburger with a shitton of glitter on it tastes like

Either endogeny or snowdrake's mother

Honestly i haven't really thought about it past the "speaking in hands" thing, though as an undertale veteran i kinda can't really see him as anything other than sans and papyrus' papa

Yes :)

Honestly i don't draw a lot of undertale fanart because idk how i can even translate most of the characters in my cutesy UwU artstyle

Probably purple or green

Idk

Honestly i'm not as into undertale to the point of "putting characters next to a song like paint swatches" anymore

Idk if you're talking about an AU where everyone's a vocaloid or if you're talking about all the sans/papyrus covers of songs from back in the day but if you're talking about the latter, i LOVED them back in the day!

I don't really care about the asgore discourse tbh

No but i watched the game grumps and jacksepticeye do it

YES!!!!! I watched the pewdiepie one first, THEN the game grumps one, and then a few years later (just 2 years ago i think) i watched the jacksepticeye one

Ashes by NateWantsToBattle is a good one (i also like his deltarune song just a dreamer) the ways that i have died by PixieMage is ALSO a good one, it's a parody of the song ways to say goodbye, i also like shadrow's song hard drive as well as his tasque manager song CTRL

Idk

Tsunderplane

I personally headcanon that they hate humanity because they were emotionally abused and neglected by their parents and the kids at school didn't want to hang around them because they liked playing with roadkill, them falling into the underground was a failed suicide attempt

Dogamy and dogaressa

Probably fear, i don't really remember

A bit of a generic choice but i like revtrosity and his friends' voice acting in his "saying a lot of things as ____" series, i don't like comic dub videos that much but that's a good one

FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME I NEVER PLAYED THE FUCKING GAME!!!!

Y'know...as a kid i thought papyrus was the oldest since he's taller but i think it's obvious sans is the oldest

Honestly i don't ship anyone in undertale, i used to ship petalflake back in the day but that's about it

I'm mostly neutral about most undertale ships but like....idk, charisk and soriel don't sit well with me, though that could just be because of all the anti-soriel propaganda i saw back in the day and the fact that my first exposure to charisk was a comic dub of them making out in my youtube suggested tab when i was 11.....oh yeah and fuck anyone who ships pedophilia, incest or anything of the sort

Papyrus and undyne are THE friendship of all time!!!

The bridge seed puzzle in waterfall

N/A

I honestly never hated flowey in the first place

The true pacifist ending leaves me in tears EVERY SINGLE TIME

True pacifist

Honestly i think they're nine, i feel like that's old enough to understand what flirting is and young enough to still find enjoyment in playing through the leaves like the flavor text in that one ruins save point says

I mean....when i'm done writing my original story "mundane believers" i have plans on writing an undertale fanfic where sans and papyrus start a band, does that count?

That one bunny girl and her little brother in snowdin, i love bunnies so much you have no IDEA

Humans are overrated, monsters are WAY cooler

That part at the end of the snowdin section where papyrus literally fucking levitates

(Nice) FUCK YOU I'M KINKSHAMING

Never played undertale

N/A

Alphys

Sans i guess

When i first got into undertale i had a bobcut similar to frisk and chara and i REALLY liked the two because of that fact so if i still had that haircut today i'd cosplay one of them but i have since grown my hair out so my choice would probably be mad mew mew

I CAN'T GO TO HELL, I'M ALL OUT OF VACATION DAYS!!!!!

Undertale asks

[SPOILERS!]

1. Who’s your favourite character from UT? 2. Who’s your least favourite character from UT? 3. Your opinion about UT fandon: 4. What’s your favourite quote? 5. What’s your favourite soundtrack? 6. Pacifist, neutral or genocide? 7. Why did you decide to play UT? 8. Favourite battle? 9. Favourite scene? 10. Your first letter to Mettaton was: 11. Your reaction when you saw Omega Flowey for the first time: 12. Your headcanon about Frisk’s gender: 13. Which UT character reminds you of yourself? 14. Which UT character reminds you of your best friend? 15. Would you smooch a ghost? 16. Which UT character would be your best friend? Why? 17. Do you remember your first killed character? Who was that? 18. Did you do sth in game you regret? 19. Which ending was your first? 20. Your favourite land in UT and why: (Snowdin, Waterfall or Hotland) 21. Your favourite place in UT and why: (Undyne’s house for example) 22. Your headcanon about River person’s gender: 23. Your headcanon about one of the UT characters: 24. Butterscouch or cinnamon pie? 25. Your opinion/headcanon about six human souls: 26. With who would you go on a date? 27. Marry, fuck, kiss and kill: 28. Do you wanna have a bad time? 29. Your favourite UT au: 30. Your least favourite UT au: 31. Would you want to fall into underground? 32. Describe or draw your undersona: 33. One reason why you love UT: 34. One reasom why you hate UT: 35. If you could choose one type of food from UT, what would it be? 36. Your favourite amalgamate: 37. Your headcanon about Gaster: who do you think Gaster is to Sans and Papyrus? (Father, brother, uncle etc) 38. Your opinion about bad puns: 39. Do you draw fanarts from UT? If yes, then what do you like the most to draw? 40. Which of human souls fits you the most? 41. What would be the first thing you would to show to Sans, Papyrus or the rest of characters in human world? Why? 42. Which song reminds you of UT or one of the UT characters? Why? 43. Your opinion on underloid: 44. Do you forgive Asgore for what he’s done? 45. Did you pay for Tem’s college? 46. Have you seen any youtube letsplay of UT? 47. Do you listen to any fanmade songs? If so, then which are your favourite? 48. What are your favourite theories? 49. Who is your favourite enemy? (Not including boss monsters) 50. Do you have any headcanons about Chara’s past? (Why they hate humanity, why did they fell to the underground etc) 51. Who is your favourite dog? 52. What was your reaction to true lab? 53. Your fabourite voice acting: 54. At the end of pacifist run did you stay with your friends or did you come back to your family? 55. Who is older - Sans or Papyrus? 56. Your OTP(s): 57. Your NOTP(s): 58. Your BROTP(s): 59. Your favourite puzzle: 60. Which battle was the hardest for you? 61. Did you still hate Flowey after you discovered his true indentity? 62. The saddest moment: 63. Which ending is your favourite? 64. How old do you think Frisk is? 65. Any post pacifist run headcanons? 66. Your favourite NPC: 67. Humans or monsters? 68. The funniest situation: 69. Skeletonfucker, robotfucker, goatfucker or kinkshaming? 70. When playing for the first time how many candies did you take? 71. Did you kill or spare Flowey at the end of the game? 72. If you had to be one of the main characters, which would you choose? 73. If you had to kill one of the main characters which would you choose? 74. Which character(s) would you like to cosplay? 75. Your favourite Burgerpants’ quote?

@w-k-t-k

[scene118]

i think tmr im gonna see what i need to get my old bike fixed up

[orionangeline]

4 am and I am going to bed now. I am going to bed. No more painting it is good or it is not I am need sleep now. Real paintings digital painting knitting and more it is done I am done sleep time now

[shutupandplayasong]

Cobra Kai headcanons

Not x reader. Just general headcanons I have for the main characters. Will probably do a part 2 for the adults and side characters

Tw for quite a bit of swearing.

Miguel:

The cursed child craves raisin cookies

Like. He just? Eats them? For fun???

This boy gets lost taking the trash out.

His sense of direction is so bad it makes his GPS cry

Kicks ass at arcade games like pinball or pacman

Could fall asleep in the bed of a moving truck he doesn't care. When he's tired, he. is. tired.

Eli:

Im splitting up Eli and Hawk so this might end up janky oops

I feel like he'd have an emotional support dog? Especially before he joined CK

I'm picturing a doofy lil corgi. Probably named Nemo or Yoshi or something cute like that

When he was a kid he'd BEG his mom for a little sister. He's still lowkey disappointed he never got one.

His most "embarrassing" secret? He wants to see snow.

He was born and raised in California so he's never seen snow in real life and he desperately wants to. Straight up dreams of it

It'd be like one of those viral husky videos where he's sitting in the middle of a blizzard, caked in ice and when you ask if he wants to come inside he'd just be like "nah"

He'd never admit it though. He thinks it sounds childish.

Hawk:

He obviously talks a big game and acts tough but if there's one thing that'll make him scream like a little girl it's gonna be rats

Like just the word "rat" makes him gag

Paints his nails. He's actually pretty good at it

For sure tried "guy liner" once but Johnny told him it wasn't badass :/

The most agro backseat driver but if you pull that shit with him he'll cry

Demetri:

Secret brony

Definitely had a FNAF phase

Oh and Undertale

Very big into ARGs. Like the Mandela Catalogue or Daisy Brown

LOVES those low-budget, made-for-TV Sci-fi movies.

Forget camp. This boy wants garbage.

Can't drive for shit

You're telling me Demetri went to the Halloween dance in a serious costume?

Blasphemy.

He is too lanky and too ironic to not go as Mr. Noodle or something stupid like that

The neediest, whiniest, most annoying patient when he is sick/injured. He takes full advantage.

He pinches his finger in a drawer and he's not lifting a hand the rest of the day. You pick up the remote.

Gives me "weird double jointed kid" vibes

"Hey did I show you I can flip my foot backwards?"

"Yes. 37 times."

"Well lemme show you again just in case"

Robby:

Also paints his nails but does a much messier job of it

Left handed

I feel like he has a knack for learning new languages

Can turn anything into a 5 star meal

Give him cheerios, clamato juice and a single banana and he'll make it work.

Unlike Miguel and Demetri, this boy never gets lost and is the calmest, safest driver you could travel with

Why do I have driving headcanons for everyone wtf

Very good at board games

OH HE FOR SURE HAD A MAGICIAN PHASE

Sam:

You wouldn't guess it but she can kick anyone's ass at any videogame

Likes cosplay

Idk I just feel like her character is a lot dorkier than the show portrays?

Very wimpy driver. She just let's everyone cut her off and she'll apologize?

Theater kid energy

The biggest horsegirl

Tory:

She's a reformed horsegirl, thank you very much 😒

Definitely listens to Twenty One Pilots. You decide if that's a good or bad thing.

Look me in the eyes and tell me she wasn't into that whole Jeff The Killer/creepypasta craze

Straight up making creepypasta roleplay quizzes on Quotev

Is the one cutting people off on the road

Very much into soap operas. She watches them with her mom :)

She also watches cartoons with her little brother or plays pretend with him when her schedule allows it

Wants to move to Europe when she's an adult. I'm thinking Italy or Spain?

Aisha:

Ultimate plant mom

She gives me "Christmas is my favorite holiday" vibes but like. Tastefully.

Will nag her friends to drink water and go to bed on time but can not and will not take her own advice

Obligatory mini-van friend.

Best driver, just behind Robby.

I'm so mad she and Demetri didn't have any screen time together. I just know they'd be best friends.

Oh and Moon. I feel like they'd bond over journaling and crystals and stuff

Oh what I'd give for a spin off show about Demetri, Aisha and Moon.

Demetri, the pessimistic geek on one end of the spectrum. Moon, the wholesome, patient, optimistic hippie on the other end. And Aisha right in the middle. I don't know how it works but it just does for me.

Back on track. She has her own Etsy jewelry shop

Likes to feed stray cats <3

[writingkitten]

what about a reader who bought themselves lingerie and our boys walk in on them trying it on?

how would the molina-verse react? 💚

Oh lord oh my oh wow this is gonna be GOOD

Ricardo: depends on his mood tbh. If he’s grouchy/frustrated/stressed he’s gonna be VERY animalistic… and will probably end up owing them a new set of lingerie. BUT if he’s relaxed/happy (and especially if he’s tired/sad) he’d walk up to them as if in a trance, then fall to his knees and wrap his arms around their waist, pulling them in tight while pressing sweet desperate kisses on their stomach.

Otto: OMG he’d blush so hard and avert his eyes (even though he’s literally seen them in far more exposing situations) so they’d have to go up to him and show him it was ok to look and once he does all he can do is touch them and moan his incredibly intelligent mind just fuckin short circuits

Doc Ock: this motherfucker would walk in and get a smug-ass grin on his face and be like “all that for me baby? you shouldn’t have…” and then he takes it off with his teeth

Robert: ugh my sweet teddy bear his cheeks would be so pink and flushed, his mouth agape as he stares at the angel in front of him he wouldn’t be able to speak above a whisper for fear of waking himself up because this has got to be a dream

Chandler: “god you’re gorgeous” *flicks open a switchblade* (another one who’d owe them more lingerie)

Manuel: he’d come up behind them, stroking their neck as he places his rosary on them, whispering “my perfect angel… dripping with sin… you must be forgiven for your sins, my lamb”

Diego: he’d beg to paint them, which would annoy them to no end BUT he’d never even touch the canvas he’d get too caught up in the way the lace clings to their skin and he’d have to do something about it

Frank: a lot of groping and sloppy kisses on their skin, would also owe them new lingerie but not because he destroyed it… he just stole the garments as a lil keepsake

Harding: he’d stop dead in his tracks when he catches sight of them trying on the lingerie but then he’d walk up to them, not saying a word, almost examining them like he would a patient before cupping their cheeks and giving them the most passionate kiss that leaves both of them breathless

Armand: this is a little tough, I think he’d maybe be hesitant at first? In the sense that he REALLY wanted to touch them but would have something stopping him (idk what tbh that’s just the vibe) so they’d have to encourage him and as soon as his hands touch their skin he loses control

Harold: the sweetest man he’d blush so much then sit down and get them to model the lingerie so he could see every angle of their body before pulling them onto his lap and caressing them

Arden: horny man gets naked as soon as he sees them, dragging them by the hand to their bed before laying on his back and getting them to straddle his lap

Boris: v shy v blush v shaky hands and dry mouth as he tries to swallow, damn near hyperventilating until they kiss him

Dick: shy nervous bb he’d be frozen in place so they’d have to pull him to the bed and get him to relax

Andres: “get on your knees and crawl to me, cariño”

Hank: this greasy bastard would have a shit-eating grin as he came up behind them, gripping their hips and grinding against them while whispering the filthiest things in their ear

Dunlop: very sweet and loving, holds them by the hips in front of a full length mirror and whispers stuff like “look how beautiful you are” and “I can’t believe how lucky I am”

Edelweiss: he’d be such a goof about it he’d go up to them and snap the elastic straps against their skin before sucking their nipples through the material

Horvath: a quirked eyebrow, his panther-like strut over as he’s eyes them as if they were prey, standing as close as he can to them without touching so all they get is the heat radiating off his body, his hand holding their chin to tilt their head up and meet his gaze, and then a kiss so deep it’s like he’s devouring them