#im so pent-up when i draw this

[miyamiyano]

It's a rule that my faves have to wear dresses at least once

[assassin-artist]

cant believe it took seeing the big man himself on the screen for me to finally make old man fanart... conquest vs mercy >:) [WIP]

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 3 ] || [ Chapter 5 ]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.6K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?

Chapter 4: John?

The lads sat in the common room of their floor at the base. Gaz and Soap had just finished a round of Gran Turismo on the PS4 they had set up, while Ghost sat at a table in the corner on his work laptop.

“Ye think the Captain’s married?” Soap mused aloud once he set down his controller on the coffee table.

“What kind of question-” Gaz quipped in confusion as he turned to look at Soap.

“He never talks about a missus Price...” Soap explained. “or second mister…” He added.

“That’s not a question you want the answer to.” Ghost said in a dismissive tone from his corner.

“Why not L.T.?” The Scot grumbled.

“People’s lives are private for a reason, Johnny.” Ghost said with a shrug and a tired look.

“Ye, but the Captain’s not like you, L.T.” Soap retorted with a chuckle.

“If anything, he’s worse, Johnny.” Gaz remarked as he looked at the two other men. “Simon’s reserved but Captain Price is pretty open.... except for that side of his.”

Soap went silent for a long moment, seeming to ponder what the other two were saying.

Then, the Scot shook his head. “If he was married, he’d be easier to deal with, I reckon.” He grumbled.  “And I think I’ve heard of him going out and getting laid before.” He added. “Last year, especially.”

“You’ve heard that too?” Gaz asked as he bounced a bit in his seat and straightened up, intrigued. “Fuckin’ hell, I thought it was just me. I’ve been dying trying to keep my mouth shut about it!” Gaz added.

“So d’ye think he hasn’t gotten laid lately, then?” Soap asked. “He’s been bloody moody since early last year with Shepherd and Graves…” He added.

“Oh, he definitely has a major case of blue balls.” Ghost remarked, drawing both the other men’s attention to him and causing their jaws to drop.

“L.T.!” Soap said with a surprised chuckle. “That’s bad of you! You’re not being the Captain’s good ol’ boy…” He joked.

“Oh, piss off. Just saying. It’s obvious the boss’ pent up.” Ghost remarked. 

“I say we get him laid.” Soap remarked with an impish expression.

“And how do you suggest we do that? We hire him a prostitute?” Gaz asked with raised brows.

“No? Obviously not!” Soap said with a head shake. 

“Good, can’t imagine the Captain appreciating that very much.” Gaz added.

“No, but we’ve gotta think of something! He’s impossible to deal with.” Soap remarked.

“I’ve told ‘im to his face and he asn’t done shit to fix it yet.” Ghost remarked from the corner.

“You’re kiddin’? L.T. you told him to get laid?!” Soap gasped in surprise.

“No, I’ve told ‘im to get ‘is ‘ead on straight.” The Mancunian quipped and shrugged, turning his attention back to the laptop in front of him.

“What about a dating app profile?” Gaz suggested and the Mancunian and the Scot both turned to look at Gaz with intrigued eyes.

“I’m getting my spare phone!” Soap announced as he got up and rushed out of the room.

“He has a second phone?” Gaz asked Ghost who simply shrugged.

-

It took almost an hour and a half and a few beers in their systems (thank God they were on break for the evening), but eventually tey had set up a fake profile for Price.

Sure, the pictures were grainy at best, but they worked well-enough. Courtesy of Soap having a habit of taking covert pictures for his snapchat and sometimes catching Price in them... (and other times just taking pictures of the man directly).

It had been mostly Soap and Gaz doing the work, however when it came down to writing the bio, Ghost gave quite the helpful input… By the time they were done, it genuinely looked like it had been Price writing it.

The lads high-fived each other. Even Ghost joined in! He looked to be in a good mood… Maybe it was the beer, or maybe something he was doing on his phone. Gaz had spotted him texting someone and chuckling to himself.

As Soap began swiping mindlessly across all the pictures of people on the Swiping page, Gaz sat next to him, peeking over his shoulder.

“People are going to read the part on the bio that says we are not Price, right? Because I don’t want ‘em to feel like we’re catfishing.” Gaz remarked.

“Don’t worry! If they don’t, we’ll unmatch!” Soap announced as he kept moving his finger repeatedly and quickly to the right. He was liking everyone, in order to get a fairly good sample size for Price. They didn’t know what kind of person the Captain liked after all…

Just as Soap’s finger is slowing down due to the amounts of profiles he liked… He spots it. And then Gaz does.

“No way!” Soap interjects. “I know this person! I matched with them on my own account!” He remarks as he clicks on your profile.

“Bloody hell, me too.” Gaz remarks, causing Soap’s head to turn and his jaw to drop.

“Wait, ye’ve got a Tinder too?” Soap asks to which Gaz nods.

“Yeah, to get laid.” He says with a shrug and a mischievous smirk. “Our chat was bloody funny.”

“Mine too!” Soap quips and chuckles. “Had a right laugh with them earlier.”

“Let me see?” Ghost asks, curious, and he slides over, bending over the back of the couch to look over Soap’s other shoulder.

“Small world. They matched with me too.” He remarks dismissively.

Both Gaz and Soap turn to look at Ghost like they’ve seen, well, a ghost.

“YE’VE GOT AN ACCOUNT TOO, L.T.?!” Soap shrieks, louder and more high-pitched than a grown man with his natural timber should.

“I’ve got a life, MacTavish.” Ghost retorts.

“No, we know that, sir.” Gaz says softly. 

“Just didn’t think ye’d be on dating apps.” Soap nods.

Ghost simply shrugs and pulls back, walking back to his corner, in an armchair which he took as his own in the last hour.

“Was that who was makin’ you laugh earlier, Simon?” Gaz adds.

Ghost simply gives him a look that can be interpreted as a tired ‘Yes’, before he looks away to keep working on his laptop.

“Should we Like their profile, then?” Soap asks with a chuckle.

“Uh… yes?” Gaz adds, laughing along. “I can’t wait to see their reaction to it being us behind the screen.” He adds.

Soap clicks the green heart button to Like your profile and then immediately hops on DM once it presents a Match. Before he can write some nonsense, Gaz steals the phone from his hand and starts typing on the cracked screen.

John: well hello again you: hello? you: how can it be again though? you: never saw your 'captain' before in my life. John: no but uve seen US John: sorry! allow us to introduce ourselves formally

“Sir, does your profile have you listed as Simon?” Gaz asked as he raised his eyes from the screen. Once Simon nodded, he resumed typing.

John: our names are kyle john and simon

“Johnny, not John, mate.” Soap corrected Gaz right after he hit send.

John: johnny* sorry

They could only imagine the look on your pretty face as you realized who they were.

you: get out! you: no way!!!!! you: all three of you?! John: ye you: wait is this what simon meant when he called himself a traveling consultant? is he a soldier like you?

“L.T. they’re already accusing ye of lying to them.” Soap quips, causing Ghost’s eyes to shoot up from his laptop.

“Lying? Huh?!” He asks in confusion as he puts his laptop aside and rushes over to the couch. He sits on the armrest next to Gaz so he can look at the screen.

He then snatches the phone from Gaz’s hand, pulls off his right glove, and types a reply with now bare fingers on the cracked screen. 

John: I wasn’t lying. John: I just omitted the truth. I don’t go about bragging about my career. you: sure sure sure ‘John’. you: sooo you: is this some kind of weird joke? are you playing a prank on me all matching me individually and then using a fake account?

Gaz snatched the phone from Ghost again.

John: kyle here and no John: we really want our boss to get laid John: he’s miserable you: well im not the one night stand type really you: its why i didnt accept to get together with any of you.

“L.T. YOU TRIED TO SLEEP WITH THEM?!” Johnny asked with another gasp.

“So did you!” Ghost retorted.

“I never thought you were the type!” Soap said with a smug little smirk on his lips.

“Oh piss off, they rejected us all.” Ghost retorted. “So it shouldn’t matter.”

As they kept bickering, Gaz remained laser-focused on texting you and, just as they got heated, he spoke up: “They accepted.”

“Wait wha-” Soap said as he whipped his head down to look at the screen, just narrowly dodging Gaz’s nose and Ghost’s head.

“Bloody hell they did!” Soap yelped as he pulled his head back.

“They wanna go out with Price and ‘see where it goes because he seems like a nice man that needs a break from the three of you’?” Ghost read from the DMs on the screen.

“Ow.” Soap quipped in mock-injury.

The three men raised their eyes and met each other’s, before all their faces morphed into confusion.

“Did they… Did they just reject all three of us for a man that isn’t even aware of this account?” Soap asked aloud, undoubtedly voicing the thoughts in all their minds.

“It seems that way.” Simon said as he looked away.

They all went quiet, each of them quietly contemplating all their life’s choices that led them to the moment they got rejected for a person that isn’t even ‘real’.

After long minutes, Gaz spoke up. “How are we going to tell the Captain he has a date?”

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[honeytonedhottie]

refresh, reboot shower routine⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧖🏽‍♀️🧁

WHATS A REFRESH REBOOT SHOWER? ;

a refresh reboot shower are the kind of showers that u take that act like a reset button. i personally love them especially when i feel like i have so much energy pent up and i can channel it into doing something positive for myself.

ROMANTICIZE ;

something important to remember while taking a refresh reboot shower is to be PRESENT. thats what makes these showers different. instead of doing ur normal shower routine, or ur everything shower routine, this is the REFRESH REBOOT shower routine.

take time to feel the water on your skin. make sure its to the exact temperature that you like. smell the products that ur putting on ur body and bask in how yummy they smell. feel the soapy foam beneath ur fingers, wash every inch of urself HAVE FUN.

GUA SHA IN THE SHOWER ;

sculpt that beautiful face. gua sha is good for so many reasons. its good to reduce puffiness and swelling and its amazing for ur lymph nodes. do a full gua sha routine and watch how amazing u feel.

EXFOLIATION ;

exfoliation feels like (at least for me) like im shedding an old skin and revealing a new one so its a MUST for a refresh and reboot shower. so before the shower do some dry brushing for the softest skin then go in with a body scrub.

i rly recommend the tree hut scrubs or you can make your own with this simple body scrub recipe. so first off decide if ur doing a salt or a sugar scrub and i'll briefly explain the difference here.

sugar scrub ; deposits minerals into the skin, gentle exfoliation, hydrates the skin, helps draw water into the skin, less abrasive, smoothens and brightens the skin.

salt scrub ; eliminates toxins, gives a rosy glow, anti aging abilities, provides minerals vitamins and nutrients, tones and restores the skin.

to make a sugar scrub simply (1/2 cup of coconut oil + 1/2 cup of granulated sugar + 15-20 drops of essential oil of choice)...💬🎀

hot tip ; if u want to make it more scented you can even use a couple drops of a body wash along with the essential oil

to make a salt scrub simply (1 cup of sea salt + 1/4 cup of a carrier oil + 10-20 drops of essential oil of choice)...💬🎀

CHANGE UP THE SCENT ;

if u have a signature scent that you do a lot of the time, try and go for a different scent. im a hygiene junkie so i like to have a variety of different soaps to use, even though i almost always stick with the basics (smelling like a yummy cupcake) unless i want something different. changing up the scent can be refreshing so if you feel like it'll be refreshing for you, try and go for a different scent for a couple of days.

DOUBLE CLEANSE ;

if double cleansing isnt something that u do on a day to day basis then its perfect to do in ur refresh and reboot shower. wash ur body first with a bar soap (preferably something unscented or organic)

doctor bronners soaps work good too if u dont have a bar soap that u like. after using the bar soap go in with a liquid soap (ofc following the scent guide in the previous section) that way you can feel even more squeaky clean and refreshed.

[slut4sugu]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍- ( nsfw + sfw alphabet: Spencer Reid)

mentions of: sex positions, choking, of giving head, some slight fluff, but of an msub!spence

A- AFTERCARE (what he’s like after sex.)

Absolute sweetheart; immediately makes sure you drink water and draws you a bath while you rest. He comes to join you after putting a new set of sheets on your shared bed. “Don’t pout angel, im right here okay?”

Peppers kisses on your face and whispers old poems in your ear as you drift off to sleep.

B- BODY (his partners favorite body part.)

Spencer loves all of you equally; your breasts, your thighs, your ass, all of you. However if her was being honest with himself it would be your voice/ your face. Hearing and see you make such naughty noises with that love drunk look on your face was unfair. The

C- CUDDLING ( big spoon or little?)

both; tho he wouldn’t admit it he loves being the little spoon a bit more, not because he doesn’t like holding you. God does he ever, holding you calms any hypotheticals or concerns he has. Soothes his ever busy mind and makes him feel so at peace.

D-DICK SIZE (how big is he)

Yknow how they say it’s always the quiet ones? Yeah, spence is not anything small. He’s 7.5 soft 8.7 looks like 9 kinda when hard. Trimmed, and it’s flushed pink with a mushroom tip. Very sensitive on the underside of his shaft <33

E- EXPERIENCE ( how experienced is he?)

Now I have a strong belief in the fact that Spence here is a virgin, however that does not mean he’s entirely inexperienced. He might read a bunch of books but the if we’re talking biological books? You know he’s read atleast 200 of those alone. So let’s just say finding your g spot wouldn’t be as hard as your past ex boyfriends made it out to be.

F- FAVORITE POSITION( self explanatory.)

Missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, ie any position that lets him stare into your pretty eyes as he makes love to you.

G- GOOD ( how good are they in bed?)

9.9/10 only reason why spence isn’t a 10 is became he tends to stop mid thrust just to memorize your expression. You’ll literally be on the edge and he’ll just stop to get a good look of your euphoric expression. You almost think it’s partially because he likes hearing you beg for more, but he’d never admit that <3

H- HUGS ( how does he hug? )

in public a quick tight normal hug, usually only lasting 7 seconds but if it’s just you and the team it’s a bit longer. Or until Morgan starts to tease Reid. In private however it’s all types of hugs. Back hugs, bear hugs, princess twirl hugs, any hug there is he’s done it Atleast twice in the hour that he’s come home.

I- INTIMACY ( how romantic is he? )

Very. You know good and well that Spencer doesn’t just take sex as some spur of the moment kind of thing. Each time he makes love to you he makes sure to do just, make love to you. Not focus on his own orgasm, no. Your pleasure is his pleasure. He’s literally cum before just from eating you out.

J- JERK OFF (how often does he self pleasure?)

I’m a strong believer in the idea that he’s never really touched himself like that before until you came into the picture, he just didn’t see the point of it. But when he started having lewd thoughts about you that weren’t exactly professional. Once or twice a month was the norm for him.

K- KISS ( what’s it like kissing him?)

Sweet and methodical; time is something that Reid always takes slow with you. On days when he’s a bit pent up he still takes his time, however his tongue slips into your mouth a bit faster than usual.

L- LOCATION ( where does he like to do it )

In the comforts of his own home; listen while I LOVE the stories/fics of workplace sex w Spencer but I honestly just don’t think that would happen. Love the idea but would it happen, I honestly don’t think so. The most I’d think Spence would even do is finger you in a library under a table.

M- MOAN (moaner, grunter, whiner or begger?)

Spencer can be downright slutty when it comes to moans when he gets into it. Give him two bjs back to back and he’s as horny as a porn star. Whimpering, moaning, and begging for god knows what. It’s honestly surprising and such a turn on to see Dr. Spencer Reid with his head thrown back begging for more of you. Anywhere however, he just needs you now.

N- NO’s (turns off for him.)

Suggesting to do it in public, asking him to hurt you (now I don’t mean choking because done right I feel as though he’d be into it), asking him to degrade you, (his limit is probably calling you a needy slut)

O- ORAL ( does he like giving or receiving more? )

giving; that’s just a given. While the site of you on your knees for him is ethereal, he loves servicing you even more. The feeling of your thighs clamping around his head as you cum, your manicured hands gripping his hair. It’s all so…perfect.

P-PACE ( how fast is he ? )

It all depends on the situation: if you’re needy = deep, slow. If you been bratty = fast, but he’s edging you. If you’ve had a bad day? = whatever you want <3

Q- QUICKES ( self explanatory )

he’d only do this if he was in the middle of pleasuring you already; and he got a call from work when your on the edge of an orgasm/ close to one. What makes you clench impossibly tighter though is the fact that he’s still pumping his fingers in and out of your puffy cunt while discussing the basic details of the case with JJ. Purposely hitting that sweet gummy spot to make if harder for you to stay quiet <33

[sunnytotherescue]

guuh i might have an ear infection blah blah blah Im horny here's desperate Dia to soothe the soul (TT)

cw: dubcon, assumed consent (you knew he was about to pull some shit🙄)

Something heavy is on you. It was just the faint feeling of touch at first, the sense of skin coming into contact with your own. Then it had been his weight, heavy and full on your already achy hips. The sharp rush of pleasure was what snapped your eyes open, letting you get a good look at the debauched man on top of you. Diavolo riding your cock like there was no tomorrow, expression already fucked out and chest heaving with each breath.

The poor bastard had been messaging you recently, hiding behind polite texts and subtle hints. But you were no idiot, you knew good and well what begging looked like. A prince metaphorically down on his knees for you, deprived of your attention for far too long. Don't go blaming him though!! His schedule was filled up and the brothers covered every second of yours :(

You let him have his way for a little while longer, entertained enough by watching his tits jiggle as he tried to keep the noises spilling from his mouth to a minimum. Failing, obviously.

Oh he really was such a slut wasn't he? Couldn't even go a full week without your cock filling him up! Poor prince Diavolo, sitting all alone as his desk while fisting his aching dick, trying so hard to ignore the papers in front of him and focus on the image he had of you in his head. Poor prince Diavolo, fucking himself with a specially made dildo, one modeled after a human in a desperate attempt to see what you might feel like. Poor prince Diavolo, crying all alone in his bed because nothing was ever enough to satisfy him, not when you walked around like a juicy piece of meat, just out of reach.. the list could go on and on.

He might aswell be with how pent up he was. Sneaking out of his own castle, away from his own butler with one goal in mind? Making his way through the house in the dead of night, already buzzing with need by the time he'd gotten to your door? You should keep him like this more often.

You grunted on a particularly hard bounce, deciding to end his fun.

"Dia...Diavolo." Golden eyes shot up to meet yours, his expression flailing once he finally realized you had awoken. And yet still, his hips refused to pause. "Ah, ahm- m'sorry!" Diavolo whimpered, practically hopping on your cock as the fat of his thighs jiggled with each bounce. "Ju- just couldn't wait any- ah! hhnngg- anymore!" He squealed, rolling his ass down onto you, velvety walls squeezing around you with each squelch like a bitch in heat.

Diavolo nearly sobbed once he finally managed to hit that gummy spot inside of him, nails digging into your chest with renewed desperation,, not that he could ever get over you.

Your precious prince got all the special treatment he wanted, ending up flat on his stomach with his ass up in the air, plush cheeks spread just so you could watch how his hole eagerly sucked in your cock. It was such a lewd sight for the future king of devildom to be in, but he must've been made for it!!

"please- pleaaash!~" Diavolo whined, drool dripping down his chin as those golden eyes of his rolled back, hips desperately trying to meet your pace. Oh, how perfect he looked getting split open like this. Fat ass bouncing with every movement, claws digging into your sheets, big dick hanging uselessly between his thighs like a leaky faucet,,,

Pretty red locks were pulled by the roots as you yanked his back flush against your chest. The motion caused him to take in all of you at once, drawing out a loud broken wail and he swears he could feel you in his lungs. "n-nnhhaa- sho deheep!!" Diavolo cried, tears clouding his vision- and he couldn't help but slam back on your cock, quickening the lewd plap plap plap that rang in his ears like a mantra.

You finally pump him nice and full of your warm load until it spilled out around your length, creating a white ring at the base. He came along with you, cum spraying out from his angry red tip that had gone entirely untouched. Diavolo babbles on and on about how full he is, how he needs more and how he can't wait to get pregnant!

Hm. The future king of the Devildom swollen with your kids was definitely a ,,thought.

But it was a thought for a different night, you could entertain the idea for now, if only to fill him up some more!...

..he'll mention how it's actually possible later (*´ ˘ `*)

[fanaticsnail]

He's in love with you

Masterlist here

Word Count: 1,500+

Synopsis: Benn Beckman can no longer ignore the way he feels about you, and it's eating him alive.

Themes: Benn Beckman x reader, unrequited (requitted) love, idiots in love, teasing, kissing, sfw, fluff, comfort, confessions of love.

Notes: @tiredemomama said she was having a bad time recently, and her love for Becks was one of the things that's keeping her chin up. I thought it'd be nice to reassure you that your fictional hazubando loves you too - so I wrote a little something for you. I hope you don't mind, honey!

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @writingmysanity

Benn Beckman, the second in command to Red-Haired Shanks, is stoic and abrasive most of the time. He keeps his emotions hidden beneath his cool exterior to not give himself up to the pool of emotion swirling within the chasms of his chest. While his grimace never leaves his face, there truly is no hiding how he feels about you. 

This gunslinging vice-captain is in love with you. Desperately in love with you.

Always observing from afar, his gaze floats over the margins of the newspaper in his hands. Raking his eyes subtly enough to not draw attention to himself, he wordlessly dotes on you from his position on the deck with his eyes soft and filled with love and devotion. This first mate is absolutely smitten with you, and he hopes his affections are hidden enough to escape notice. 

It has not, however, escaped the attention of the Yonko captain you both serve under. Oh, absolutely not. 

Shanks clocked that development before he thought Beckman, himself, knew what was growing in his heart. His observation and affections for both you, and his competent first mate, had him positively itching to meddle in the growing affection between you. But he decided to ‘be good,’ and watch the sparks ignite the gunpowder to set ablaze the fireworks show. 

It started with little things: Beckman trailing your form when you sauntered into town, throwing himself between you and harms way when engaged in combat, offering to watch your drink for you when you went to bars and taverns. Then it developed into something a little deeper. 

Beckman often wrote you little notes, slipping them to you subtly beneath the dining room table in front of the crew when he thinks nobody is watching. The notes would be anything from: ‘do you need anything from town today?’ or ‘you seem down, do you want to talk about it?’ He would only ever do this to ensure you were comfortable, not drawing attention to you if you didn't want to be seen. 

Then it got a little more obvious to the crew that he was smitten with you. He would escort you into rooms with his hand on the small of your back, holding open doors for you if you were wandering in beside him, offering to carry your equipment for you because ‘it's just easier that way.’

After a while, the crew all witnessed the obvious favoritism Beckman was gifting you with. The only person who was yet to catch on to his affections was the one person who mattered. 

You had absolutely no clue. Although not overly oblivious to the new attention the chainsmoker was giving you, you honestly mistook his friendliness for exactly that. 

Friendliness. 

You were good friends, close friends. The closest two friends could ever be. Picking out potential couplings in towns for one another was an often happenstance. Pretty men and women were often the topic of conversation, and you had always demonstrated your keen eye with your choices for him. That was until the day he refused them all. There was nobody he would rather spend his time with than you, and he needed to let you know as such.

He couldn't play this little game with you any longer. The heartache that came from neglecting his emotions for too long had him a little more furious and pent up than usual. Every member of the crew, including you, had noticed his attitude switch. You decide to do something about it, changing the roles and becoming the one in your friendship to check in with him first. 

Seeking him out after a day out in a rural town, he was leaning over the barricade on the pier and staring out into sea. His gray orbs were narrowed and focussed, and his cigarette hung limply from his lips. You apprehensively press your hand on his shoulder, breaking him away from his thoughts and turning to face you. 

His features soften briefly before they return back to his usual grimace. You expect him to shrug off your hand from his shoulder, but his body seems to lean into the gentle touch and hold you there for as long as you give him. Without words, you furrow your brows curiously at him and give his shoulder a gentle squeeze. 

Sighing into the touch, he closes his eyes and sizzles out the lessening end of the cigarette on the wooden barricade beside him. After thumbing the filter end into the hard surface, he turns back to you: your hand still pressed firmly on his shoulder. As you go to withdraw your hand from his shoulder, he immediately grips your wrist and hovers your retreating hand above his face. 

Slowly and apprehensively, he draws your wrist to his lips and presses them tenderly to the palm of your hand. His eyes search yours for any apprehension or hesitation to his small advance, and upon finding none, he lowers his lips to your wrist and places them over your rapidly beating pulse point. 

Your wide eyes go half-lidded the moment he presses his lips to your wrist, looking up at him with nothing but love and adoration. He mirrors your expression, his eyes falling glazed as he bares his eyes intensely into your own. 

“Is this why you’ve been acting like an asshole, big guy?” you ask him with a knowing smile growing on your lips. He chuckles down at you while blinking slowly. Leaning his forehead down, he presses it against your own while circling your captured wrist around his neck. 

“‘M not actin’ like an asshole, Darlin’,” his smooth baritone gently informed you with a soft hint of mockery, “Just actin’ like a guy who knows what he wants, but doesn’t know what to do about it.” There were two reactions Beckman was expecting from you at this very moment. The first was you leaning in and pressing your lips against his. The other was for you to recoil and turn down his advances. 

He was not expecting you to taunt him with a gentle tease.

“Ooh,” you hum up at him, “Oh, you must really like me.” You scrunch your nose up and grin as you pull away from contact against his forehead, “You want to kiss me. You want to hold me. You want to claim me.” You giggled, lulling your head to the side and poking your tongue out at him. 

Beckman immediately puffed out his broad chest before stooping down and circling his arms around your waist. You squeaked in shock, eyes again growing wide as he lifted you into his arms. In reaction, you hooked your other arm around his neck and pressed your own chest into his. 

“Somethin’ wrong with all that, Darlin’?” he whispered huskily into your face, his lips hovering over yours while he tilted his face into yours, “You don’t want me to?” Your lips part in reaction, quivering gently as he continues to hover his face a whisper’s length away from you. 

“Kiss me,” you whisper into his lips, leaning your lips closer to his and waiting for him to close the distance. He pulled his face away with a mischievous grin, his eyes narrowed and looking down his nose at you.

“Ask me nicely,” he retorted cockily back at you. He was so close you could taste his withheld kiss. Wanting nothing more than all you mocked him with, you humbled yourself and did as he asked. 

“Kiss me please, Beckman,” you whispered, your eyes focussed entirely on his lips, “I want nothing more than you.” His grin dropped, his eyes darkened, and he immediately heeded your humble request.

A dance of lips and tongues pressed repressed and hidden emotion in a passionate embrace. His rumbled groan fled unbridled and breathily from his lips into yours, as your muffled whimper was claimed behind his mouth. It felt as if the waves of passion had swollen and spilled in a greedy and desperate kiss from your beloved first-mate. 

Turning your bodies, he sat you on the railing he was leaning against prior and slotted his hips between your thighs. Rotating your head and angling your chin, you could taste the lingering flavor of his last cigarette on his tongue as it brushed with yours. His stubble scratched at your cheeks as you felt him begin to smile against your lips. 

Raking his hands from your back over your thighs, he gripped the muscle and held you firmly in place before breaking his lips away from yours. Placing a few more soft and close-lipped kisses against your lips, he finally withdrew his face from yours. 

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he uttered breathily while shying his smile away from you, “‘S been a long time comin’. Didn’t wanna frighten you with the intensity too soon.” You collected his cheek with your hand and turned his eyes back to meet with yours. 

You offer him nothing more than your smile before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against his lips in response. 

Watching on from a distance, an exchange of Berry from Yassop, Roux and Limejuice appear in Shanks’ outstretched hand and toothy grin. Beckman had finally admitted his affections for you, and your beloved Captain could not be happier about it. Especially now that the largest wad of Berry from Hongo appeared in his hands.

“Drinks are on me, lads!” he called, turning around and laughing merrily as he reentered the tavern. Neither you nor Beckman heard the exchange, choosing to remain in each other's aura and enjoying the warmth growing in your chests with the sparks of new beginnings.

[hiraethminds]

This is a tangent, I'm here to entertain with needless rambling

The deep rooted hatred for taco I see in the II community genuinely concerns me. Especially since those people tend to be Mephone "apologists"(For lack of a better word, I love Mephone don't get me wrong) despite how taco is the "active" side of the coin to his "passive". The connections between them are there trust me Im connecting the dots. Ive connected them.

I understand that she's done bad things, but blaming her for her shortcomings when she doesn't and never had the same support group to change as Mephone did makes me a little ehh.. Getting upset because Microphone showed her support in the new episodes simply because you don't like the ship(I understand why people wouldnt but thats not an excuse to deny her anything), and because Taco doesn't know how to change yet and you refuse to see her as anything redeemable. I'm not big on shipping, thats not the point of this tangent, but Taco finally having someone to support her and help her change is a GOOD thing. Microphone was being the bigger person there, she was being mature and thoughtful because Taco clearly needs the help. The fact that people continue to deny Taco any kind of growth even if she goes about it in the wrong way makes me deeply uncomfortable. Because the moment any character does anything bad that isn't HER they don't say anything about it. She was shunned by her peers because she was playing the game and continued to 'play the game' so to speak.

Theres a deep rooted hint of misogyny in the way they treat her, but I wont yap about that you dont need to read allat.

I understand people have reasons for not liking characters! That's ok. But I've seen them actively go out of their way to harass people that DO like Taco and actively criticize enjoying her character.

They tend to take it as defending her actions. Which is not what's happening. I don't think oscommunity could handle vriska is all I'm saying.

Feel free to not answer this I just need whatever little imp is telling me to scream about it to get out. go draw a taco dis is driving me crazy

Thank you for dumping this in my inbox bigbarf200, I feel like a wise confidant.

okay so I don't interact/observe with the wider ii community (Mainly cuz i like playing with my touys without being bothered) So this information is so Interesting to me!!!

As you mentioned, the hate might stem from misogyny (and by the way, I’d love to read your essay—talk all you want, my friend!). This is a societal issue that affects every part of life.

That said, I also think some people might dislike her simply because she’s a hustler and stubborn. When she has a goal, she’ll do whatever it takes to achieve it, even if it means crossing into morally gray areas.

holding Mepad hostage > hijacking the show

lying and deceiving objects with good intentions > winning s1

seriously hurting Fan > winning Mic immunity

as you said in the greater scheme of things, she's genuinely done horrible things. But if you just accept that at face value you are missing out on such an amazing character. You have to consider her perspective and the circumstances of her birth (especially in a story like ii!!) to fully understand and come to an option on her. But I digress this is baby level analysis so ill move on.

people who think Mic being friendly towards Taco post e14 is out of character are misunderstanding Microphone as both a character and thematic device I think

that's literally the only rational reason I could think of as to why people would be mad about taco and mic being on good terms???

so yeah, these haters just sound like crazy irrational people who have a lot of pent-up emotions. crazy

anyways ty!!! I feel like I didn't have alot to add since, as stated, these people are just incredibly irrational. but its nice getting an earful of whagh the fuck the community is like. here are soem taco drawings for the occasion

[callme-holly]

okay asdfghjkl I need more book!soda content 😭🩷something tooth rottingly fluffy like maybe a first kiss thing?? the reader gives soda a kiss for good luck before a rumble or something?? I love your writing so so much!! 🩷🩷🩷

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 [𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

a/n: sorry this took me so long to get to. i finally dug into my inbox and im trying to work through everything !

The house was alight with a mix of nerves and pent-up excitement, all of it channelled into frustration that would fuel the rumble. Everyone had filed into the Curtis house, one by one, hanging in the living room until the clock struck 7pm. You would’ve liked to go, would have felt better knowing what was going on and who was getting hurt; however, it seemed you were being forced to stay behind, left to stew in the growing pit of your anxiety. 

Soda was grinning brightly, darting about the room like a kid on  , and while his cheerful expression would usually bring you some sort of comfort, it did nothing but unsettle you. He could be careless, forgetful, and get too caught up in the moment, and that was dangerous during a rumble. Sure, he's managed perfectly fine before, but you still can't help the nerves clawing at you from the inside.

He rushed past you once more, and you reached out quickly, catching the back of his shirt and tugging him back gently. "Wait..." Your voice came out incredibly quiet, and it took you by suprise. "Soda, just...   down for a second." 

Soda paused, his blonde hair flopping over his forehead. "Are you okay, baby?" 

You swallowed heavily, hesitating for a moment. Your mind was buzzing, running at a thousand miles a minute; you could vaguely hear Darry shouting in the background for everyone to get ready, and you knew you only had a few seconds to get out what you wanted to say.

"I'm not sure about this." Soda tilts his head at you, his brows furrowing with confusion, his honey eyes alight with curiosity.

"Why not? I've done this before. I'll be okay--"

"I know," you cut him off sharply. There was an urgency building up in your chest that made you feel sick with the need to keep him safe. "But I hate seeing you hurt, knowing you're out there getting your head bashed in by some soc bastard!" 

Soda blinked, looking almost surprised at your sudden burst of anger. The room continued to hum with life around you, but in that pocket of time, it was just the two of you. 

"I'll be back before you know it," he mumbles eventually, his arms winding around you, pulling you into his chest. He was warm, and you let your eyes slip shut, allowing yourself a moment to listen to the quiet thrum of his heartbeat. "And I won't get hurt. I promise. I'm tougher than that." He flashes you a blinding grin, and you can't help but return it. 

"Really?"  You ask, half joking, half sincere. 

He kisses the top of your head, and you snuggle closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck. "Really," he assures, his voice firm. "I'll come back in one piece. You can clean me up, and then we can, I don't know, eat crap and cuddle."  

Your breath huffs against his neck, but you nod nonetheless, pulling away when you hear the front door open and see everyone out of the corner of your eye piling outside. 

Soda looks down at you, and before you can stop yourself, you lean up onto your toes and press a fleeting kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment, savouring the taste of him: Pepsi, mint, and something that was uniquely Sodapop Curtis.  He smiles against your mouth before drawing away, brushing your hair out of your face tenderly, his fingers tracing over your cheekbones.

"Be safe." You mutter, and he nods, stepping back.

"I will. For you, sweetheart." 

And you know he'll stick by that, because he never breaks a promise, nor a plan.  

[vampirzina]

Hello! I have an idea for a request, you can ignore it if you don't like it 😸

What is it like to be friends with benefits for bi-han and Tomas? nsfw or sfw, whatever you feel comfortable with.

thank you ♡

fwb!reader (w. Bi Han and Tomas) short hcs

tw: gn!reader, mdni, nsfw, not proofread

notes: hey! im so sorry this took so long to come out. accidentally got attached to other things and i havent had much writing motivation lately. but im writing this on a new pc and im eager to see how well it works!!!

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It's hard to say that Bi Han treats you any differently... If he's even interested in this kind of thing in the first place. But it's not that he completely brushes you off, either—if you don't pay attention, you'll miss the way he looks at you despite his icy exterior, or the subtle things like a little extra care and/or consideration he does that he wouldn't normally do for anyone else. It's just that he wants to keep things under wraps as much as possible due to the lack of a title further than 'friends-with-benefits' between you two. Jealousy? Yes. If you end up trying to date and abandon him (so he puts it), he'll be so upset that he'll confess. You two will end up in a relationship... Someday.

Tomas will make it look like you two are in a relationship. Of course, you two really aren't—just see each other in the confines of a bed. That doesn't stop Tomas from being doting, though, and it makes certain people question whether or not you two are dating or more. One cannot so simply just say 'we're fucking with no title on', so he just meekly denies that you two are dating. It seems like he has a crush at the very least. Jealousy, yes, but very silently—you wouldn't know until much much later. The type to ask 'what are we?' when you are innocently doting back.

Bi Han likes to think pretend he's laying claim to you whenever he's fucking you into the mattress, but he has to remind himself when he's done he's not actually yours. Ironically, however, he's the one to remind you that you two aren't in a relationship whenever he thinks you're moving or acting too much like you're in one [with him]—he won't admit it, but he kind of likes it. It spurs him on to make sure you can't walk later. He won't initiate cuddles or aftercare, but he's incredibly responsive when you do. You eventually catch on, and it becomes a necessity at that point. Bi Han gets sulky if you don't.

Tomas focuses more on you than himself, but he makes sure to satisfy himself at least once before the whole endeavor ends. He's gentle if you've had a bad day, and he's rough if you're feeling particularly pent up—either way, you're getting your worth and more in the end. And, he won't say it, but he also likes to pretend that you two are in a relationship. But unlike the former, it slips a 'few times' that the person he's shoving his dick in isn't actually his significant other. It gets to him sometimes and he lies awake contemplating if asking you to become permanently his is a mistake, while he draws delicate circles on the crux of your back.

@𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐀೨

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[withlove-xixi]

yippeeee request opens!! is it okay to ask for a nsfw alphabet for kabru pls><(gn reader if possible)

— KABRU NSFW ALPHABET: kabru x reader

ᥫ cw: nsfw, general nsfw alphabet stuff idk ★ hello scaramoche ... the number one kabru fan ever 。ヾ(｡>ｖ<｡)ﾉﾞ。i have never done an nsfw alphabet before tbh .. this was .. really fun hehe ! but it ... its going to be obvious im a virgin and have no idea what im talking about ... — MINORS DNI! —

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

— kabru is very prepared. he makes sure that before you even take your clothes off, he has water on the bedside table ready for you when you finish, he’s got soft towels prepared to he can wipe off your sweat and cum and stuff so you're comfortable. it’s in his blood to be a worrywart, so while he wouldnt carry you to the shower or wtv, he’s definitely pampering you someway, somehow.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

— kabru's favorite body part of yours in your hips or your waist. he loves holding onto it when he thrusts in you, when you’re sitting on his face, or even if you were walking by his side. his hands slot perfectly against its curves like you were destined to be together

— his favorite part about himself is his face, because people have told him he’s got a handsome face, and you’ve said he’s got a handsome face, and anything you like, he likes.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) — wanna say he likes cumming outside of you as opposed to cumming inside. he likes seeing your stomach or legs or face just painted with white streaks. often he’d be so entranced by the sight of you covered in his cum, he’d absentmindedly draw patterns on your skin with it

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

— kabru likes smelling your underwear, it’s some freaky, pervy thing he’s so terribly ashamed of. he cant even tell you what about it he likes, just something about your scent that’s so raw it drives him insane

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

— kabru is experienced enough to know what he’s doing, but not enough to be at such a high level of expertise.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

— he’s a simple man, missionary. he likes watching your face when he fucks you, he think it’s so tantalizing when your face is all coated in sweat and your lips are trembling with want.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

— serious really, at most he’d be a bit nervous and get flustered. when he’s flustered, he’d stutter a bit, say a bunch of things to try and lighten the mood, which is the goofiest he gets

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

— trimmed just to keep it neat i’d say ! he doesnt really shave, he doesnt seem like the type to, but letting it grow out making it itchy

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

— in bed, everything is about you because once his dick sinks inside you the rest of the world melts away; blue eyes tunnel-vision into you and you alone. which is all to say he is very intimate. he likes holding you when you fuck, he likes being close and whispering in your ear, he likes telling you sweet things like “i love you” when you finish. he likes kissing you too, all over your body from your lips to your shoulder to your neck and just any inch of bare skin his lips find

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

— kabru isnt the type to masturbate, there’s some prideful sense in him that sees it as some foolish, immature act. though some nights when he’s too busy with work or he’s simply too pent up and you’re unfortunately not around, he’d probably jerk off. but really, if he could, he’d prefer to wait until he was with you before he do anything with his dick

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

— he’s pretty vanilla tbh, tho i think the kinkiest thing he’d do is leave your underwear/lingerie or otherwise sexy outfit half on because he seems like the type to find it hot (see motivation). like kabru would slide down your underwear and leave it dangling off your ankle because that’s hot and sexy for him or like he’d keep your lace stockings or high heels on, etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

— almost strictly the bedroom because he values privacy and he wants you to be comfortable, but on the very rare occasion, if you plead enough, he’ll be down to do it in his study, over the desk and things like that

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

— kabru likes seeing you in lingerie… or just any sexy outfit in general… sends the blood rushing straight into his dick tbh. he’d make you keep most of it on too… 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

— bondage tbh he doesnt seem like the type to enjoy being tied up. he… doesnt like the restraint because it feels a bit claustrophobic for him if that makes sense. (tho i think he’d be fine w handcuffs, just .. not tying his whole body up)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

— personally, kabru likes giving than receiving, though that’s not to say he doesnt like it when you suck him off (he loves it really, but he likes putting you above himself). though, kabru eats like he’s starved, all sloppy and loud. you can hear exactly what he’s doing and it’s exhilarating honestly

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

— he’s slow but rhythmic, deliberate and steady, it’s like there’s a metronome in his head counting his rhythm and pace (really, in the back of his head he’s subconsciously counting to keep time)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

— not the biggest fan of it because he likes taking things slow and being romantic and everything, but if you begged, he’d be down. it doesnt take much to convince him really, not when he’s so weak for you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

— kabru is a man of schedules and routine, so risk isnt really something he’d be so willing to take. you’d have to really, really push him on the edge for him to do something risky, but even then the most he’d probably give into is public sex, never any experimental kink

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

— kabru can last pretty decently, his time in the dungeon and training growing up means he’s got quite the stamina. he can go a few rounds but he’s usually satisfied after one, maybe two

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

— he wouldnt own any, but if you had them, he’d use them on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

— he doesnt tease often, but when he does, its never anything too extreme. he’d kiss at your inner thighs, trace patterns on your chest, whisper dirty things into your ear, just enough to have you squirming and whining for him to do something, then he’d chuckle softly and finally touch you where you want him. kabru isnt really the type to make you beg, but he’ll make sure you say “please” every once in a while

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

— kabru whimperssss <3 even if he tops, he’s whimpering. his voice sounds so heavy and breathy, and he’s frequently whisper by your ear or against your skin when he kisses you

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

— he bottoms (the crowd cheers!) i wanna say that if kabru were to top, he’s a service top, doing whatever you ask him to and all that. and if he bottoms, he’s so very submissive. which one he'd be for the night depends on you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

— he’s lean, not exactly defined and muscular but you can tell he’s toned. his dick is just right, not too thick and not too long either. (i… i have never seen a real penis…. idk what else to say…. im sorry)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

— he doesnt have a high sex drive i think, he only ever goes if you’re in the mood and he’s in the mood, but typically you’d have to initiate things. well not unless he’s had a stressful week, then he’s gone quiet and he’s grabbing at you hips

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

— kabru, ever the gentleman, would wait for you to fall asleep before he went to sleep tbh! he’d rub your side soothingly and whisper praise in your ear and kiss your temple and just watch you fall asleep by his side, it's reassuring to him in a way. it’s sweet.

[beababoobies]

this is an embarrassing ask but can u write sir pentious x succubus reader headcanons, sorry if this lacks any detail im gathering dust from sir pentious x reader stuff 😪 its okay if u dont wanna and/or aren't comfortable with it.

giggles maliciously. why yes. yes I can, lovey. SIR PENT X SUCCUBUS!READER HCS

the normal warnings you’ll find under a succubus-centric post. minors dni, cvm eating, cvm-centric (LOLLL)

✖️You had decided… finally, to become a better person. You couldn’t stay down here forever, and you honestly… had a guilty conscience from how many sinners thought you were in love with them after using them. So this.. hotel it was.

✖️In fact - you might’ve even liked it here. The people were so sweet, some even kind of.. hot, thought you brushed that out of your mind. Life was easier in here.

✖️Or so you thought. See, a succubus can only go so long without a fresh batch of food. And after a week? You were starving. You couldn’t sleep that night, curled up in on yourself, whining softly as your body begged and writhed for someone to milk dry. Slick ran down your thighs, you were drooling so much, so painfully ready to pray on a tired honey sinner.

✖️So that’s why; when a certain snake boy you had been not-so-secretly crushing on came to your door in the middle of the night quietly asking you to let him help you, despite your protests, you pushed away your pride and pounced on him.

✖️There wasn’t a single moment spent wasted on foreplay, or teasing, he was already hard, both of his cocks were - at the sight of you shaking and whining, trying not to drool all over the floor. So when his cocks spring out, you wasted no time going to work on them with your mouth.

✖️Lucky for you, double the cocks meant double the cum. As soon as he whined and grabbed a fistful of your hair, you knew you had him. Swallowing everything his first cock gave you graciously, feeling that pleasureful and warm sensation in your gut of finally being fed, you let out a satisfied sigh as you pulled your mouth from his cock, now dripping with drool, and went straight for the other before he could protest.

✖️As soon as you were done pulling cum from him with your mouth, you practically pounced on top of him. Whines of “I-i’m still ssssensitive, my dear-“ made you practically delirious. Like a starved man who has finally gotten his first take of a five-star meal, you used your hand to push his cocks together, and dropped down on them with an obscene squelch. ✖️And god, the stretch was something you had been craving since you first got down here. It was almost embarrasing how quickly you came, slick practically pouring down his bases as he whined beneath you, biting his lip like he might draw blood.

✖️”feels ‘s good baby, thank you for letting me milk you..” you drawled out as he whined and nodded frantically, hips bucking up into yours as you rode him, feeling your walls clench around his cocks was something he wouldn’t have imagined ever happening. He hadn’t even been with anyone since he’d gotten down here. So to watch a pretty succubus that he’d been obsessed with since the moment he’d seen her walk into the hotel bounce so greedily on him had him cumming almost immediately after you.

✖️Needless to say, he passed out under you. After five rounds, he was nearly shooting blanks inside of you, and you were deliriously full, tummy bulging ever so slightly at the amount of cum that has been shot inside you, ten big loads not or mention the ones you’d pulled from him with your mouth.. even just thinking about it made you feel hungry again. But you had been fed, and so you collapsed on top of him, cocks still nestled inside you, gently falling victim to slumber as his arms wrapped around you.

A/N: kekekekeke.

[calamarispiderart]

hello hello!!! random question before i get started on work haha

how do you come up with dialogue for ur hms comics? the back n forth of them feels so heavy and realistic. especially the casualness paired with the bleeding-brooding (alliteration for fun) violence makes everything just. hit. in a tragic and hopeless way imo. it’s so neat :0

i’ve been trying that kind of writing out a bit lately too. this is what i’ve managed with my iambic pentameter gang (hms but rain world iterator). MiND is being threatened by the rage pent up inside himself. and, strangely enough, it has the voice of HeART.

constructive feedback is welcome ^_^!

once again, hello hello! sending good wishes and all :]. i love ur work ^_^ 💛

oooo hmm... this isnt something ive ever really thought about trying to explain, thank you for the question! big fan of the posing in the piece youve added here btw, i like the alliteration in 'heliocentric heathen' B:•∆

honestly the way i go about writing them isnt something i feel i can put into words with a clear structure of process... often with my comics it starts with me simply having a vague idea of 'i want to make a comic today', and drawing what feels right to lead into it. the words typically link in with the actions as well - i usually draw something, draw the next thing, write a bit of dialogue, draw the next thing, write more dialogue.... not in that exact order but the words always feel to be a reaction to the actions and the actions are a reaction to the words (and/or, words and actions work in tandem). people rarely talk in a vacuum, especially when theyre having the conversation in person, so i find it helpful to see the actions as part of the dialogue and vice versa.

occasionally ive scripted out dialogue beforehand (always with actions included within the script.) but even with a script what actually is said needs to adjust with whats been drawn. when i dont write with a script (which is the norm), its often while im drawing the next frame that im thinking over whats being said. typically i just go over and over a sentence mentally, adjusting bits until it feels right, looking at it once its written on the page and adjusting it more if necessary.

perhaps a bit vague? apologies! i do have certain mental rules i try keep in mind for each of the threes characters while writing. 'how would heart respond, how would he word this? mind? i cant word it this way because i know he doesnt do this...' <subconscious questions and thoughts but they are important to keep in mind. i find it the most helpful to keep the core traits i personally see in them in mind, and let those traits kind of... guide what is said. if i think of how that collection of traits and facets would respond to something, the vague concept that creates can then go through the filters of dialogue traits i have in mind for them. ...ehhh, put more simply... 'what is the general response this character would have to this situation' and then 'how would they structure that response through words and/or actions?'.

i, being who i am, cccc being what it is, am somewhat naturally inclined to writing grim and bleeding-brooding (nice word) things. i also consider myself to be quite a grounded person, which i hope comes through in my work! however, natural inclinations aside, cccc itself is quite a bleeding-brooding album (at least it is to me). its one about depression and self hatred and it really doesnt pull many punches in that respect. or at least, thats my read on it! as a result, that becomes reflected in my interpretation of hms. however, id also note that cccc is silly at times, theres humor in it. all good grim things need a bit of levity to really make it feel Real... people joke in the worst of times, not just the best, and it really helps in writing serious things to have just a little bit of joke to it, even if its not immediately noticable... this is hard to really give examples of honestly but it is relevant i promise. im unsure if youve read much of my writing aside from my comics, but theres just a bit of absurdity and humor in both my cccc pieces that would make the writing feel sorely lacking without in my opinion. notable with how violent and tense both those pieces are.

lots of words now! hopefully helpful ones B:•] or at least interesting! ill try write out some of the core traits and details i keep in mind when writing hms so as to give better reference points to all my prior words:

heart: reactive, not instigative. he doesnt start fights, he finishes them. he also doesnt need an insane amount of prompting to get going... but he does need prompting. apathetic, a bit fanciful. hes depressed, and not in a cute way. he talks casually but he uses serious words. no point in simplifying his language - he wants to be taken seriously, and while he makes himself look small and weak at times he is Not weak and he is Not small. hes just as much of a wordsmith as the other two. he covers his mouth when he speaks sometimes, and he puts his hand over his chest... a bit defensive? muffling his own input, but notably he still speaks. lies by omission or by twisting facts - if full honesty helps his case, thats what he uses. if a white lie works better... i personally see him as a bit of a planner too. sometimes his reaction to things is built up to; it never comes out of nowhere, even if it may seem like it.

mind: instigative, less reactive. he still reacts to things but hes generally the one starting shit and hes honestly very bad at Not talking shit. uses contractions. <this is a small one but mind says 'dont' and 'cant' and i dont think ive ever heard him Not use contractions to any notable degree. kind of weak! hes proud of himself, very proud of himself, and even in the moments of the album where theyre getting along he cant drop his superiority complex. hes bad at making compromises that put him as the lesser one. hes also quick to point blame and to lie (even if hes a bit roundabout abt it). hes also not That smart - or at least, hes not any smarter than the other two. he Thinks hes smart and hes quite confident about that but that doesnt actually mean hes right lol. aggressive verbally, passive physically. hypocritical.

both of them tend to see soul as an afterthought, or as something to benefit from. note the 'something', not 'someone'. imo, they dont really see him as a valid living entity in the same way they see themselves. speaking of soul...

soul: hes difficult. hes a difficult and complicated guy. vague, fanciful, depressed, suicidal, tired... i personally see him as quite passive. both passive and active... hes violent, towards himself and towards the others. just as they dont see him as an individual, i believe hes too apathetic and burnt out to see them as individuals either. when he threatens to hang himself, thats a direct threat to the two if them as well - and it functions as one, seeing as they are all linked in that way! his suicidality isnt purely self destructive in the way it would be in other story contexts which i find important to remember. i see him as someone who sleeps a lot... and as someone who is treated more like a tool than anything else. but he is, simultaneously, idealistic. he hopes for the best and would do anything (Anything.) to try and achieve it. he wants things to Get Better or to Stop. most of the time when i write or draw him its within the 'Stopping is the only option to Get Better' stage of things. hes tired and he doesnt want to deal with things but he has to and he doesnt want to and hes at the end of his rope. honestly within the album he feels a bit like a ghost. hes granted a similar level of personhood as the shadow of what could be, which is both more and less than mind and heart get.... hes confusing! hea a difficult guy. honestly you can take a lot of my notes and thoughts on his character with a grain of salt because hes always been such a puzzle to me haha. i find him easiest to convey in art... OH yes one last thought/trait is hes a bit... arrogant? hes tired and hes careless. listen to me or fuck off and die. arrogant. what a guy.

ahaaha this kinda became me just rambling about my reads on the three but.. hopefully helpful!! this is all stuff i try keep in mind when im writing and drawing them. theres certainly nuances ive missed and things i havent worded as well as i could, but you get the idea i hope! all of that informs how i write them and... in a way they almost lead me through the piece.

also! this isnt something i often think about because its just a natural part of the process, but sometimes i end up scrapping stuff! entire paragraphs, panels and poses, because it hits a stasis where i cant find any way for one or the other to continue the interaction - theres a distinct difference between this and the interaction hitting its ending point. if ive written one person saying or doing something and none of the parties involved are able to respond in any way at all, thats a sign that ive conveyed their characters wrong and i need to go back. people *always* have a response to something, whether thats continuing the conversation or leaving or anything. if none of them can come up with a response that feels like them, ive messed up somewhere. dont be afraid to go back and rewrite things.

ummm yeah thats all i can think of to say now! thank you for the question, and thank you for the nice words!! B:•∆ im very happy my comics come off the way youve described, and very happy youve enjoyed my work enough to want to ask me about it!! means a lot to me B:•] your rainworld iterator hms concept sounds swag as hell, id just say to keep at it!! from what youve shown here youve already got a great start B:•∆ thank you again! hope you and anyone else reading this has a good week!

[leeharkerd]

took a while. im so sorry :( ive been working on school and other things a lot so ive been getting things out slower. tag me in sub/dom sidney fanfics anyone who sees this...

warnings: dom!sid, degradation kink, scream 3 sidney, nipple clamps, pain kink, reader!receiving, might be a bit too rough sorry, sidney is pent up, strap-on, no prep, standing up sex, reader calls sidney daddy, sidney calls her strap “her cock”, love this prompt so i wrote a longer one

your back was against the wall, legs around sidney’s waist as the tip of the silicon cock sat at your clothed entrance. she was fully dressed, except for her button up shirt that stayed unbuttoned, her tits out and staring at your own. you on the other hand, fully undressed, except for the black thong that just barely covered your pussy. the thong was drenched, and loose with your own slick. you couldn’t help it, she just made you so fucking hot.

sidney’s lips fused with your own, tongue leaving her mouth to enter your own. too powerless to do anything, you just let her, moaning into her mouth. your hands wrapped around her neck, the cold metal from the nipple clamps that sat around her neck, like a necklace. you shivered at the thought of her clamping them on your perky nipples, still wearing the chain like it was a choker. the pain overwhelming you as your nipples were pulled as she flexed her neck backwards, pulling the chain further, pulling your nipples just so painfully.

you snapped back to reality at her lips leaving yours, pushing herself to the crook of your neck. she kissed at your collarbone, saliva slipping down to your breasts, goosebumps creeping across. you whimpered at this, her mouth sucking against your neck. closing your eyes as she bit down, drawing slight blood. you could feel her leaving you, lowering down. your legs sat on her shoulders, her hot breath hit against your clothed cunt. you were so pent up and you could tell she was biting back the urge to just fuck you silly with her tongue right then and there. but you also knew she wouldn’t do that. getting something out of her that quickly would need some begging, or even her own release in turn of it.

her teeth grazed against the cloth, a small huff leaving your mouth. her hands grabbed onto your hips as she ripped the thong clean off with her teeth. you jumped, her hands holding onto you harder. you felt marks oncoming, and her standing back up. your legs hooked around her waist once more as she gave you a grin, the tip of the cock was rubbing against your clit, elicting a small whine from your throat.

“so good for me, yeah? fuck..” sidney groaned in your ear. she began more antsy, wanting to shove her cock so far up you that your begging for her to pull out, wanting to make you breathless, wanting more, even if it hurts you. she knew she didn’t want to hurt you, but she also knew deep down that even if she did you would enjoy it. and it made her feel even hotter.

her hands left your hips, to pull the nipple clamps forward, one clipped around your nipple, you screamed from the pain, she shushed you quietly, whispering in your ear. the other one came around to pinch you next. you felt tears welling in your eyes. “shh.. the pain will be over soon.” she whispered, the metal around her neck swaying when she backed away from you.

“such a beautiful necklace right? looks real good on me. maybe ill let you try it on one day.” she said, grinning through her teeth. you felt the tip entering you slowly as you pushed her back slightly, yelping at the pain from the clamps pulling at your nipples because of the push. “no way thats fitting inside of me! l get im wet but… i don’t think that would fit without atleast some lube, or even just getting me wetter..” at this she nodded her head no. you were in awe. did she expect this length to fit all inside of you, with just no preparation whatsoever? you thought she lost it, i mean you get she believed in you and you thought sweetly at that, but you didn’t even believe in yourself at this point. “do you trust me?” she asked you, husky breath filling your ears. you nodded your head yes, of course you did. if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have trusted her to know you had a pain kink, if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have trusted her to touch you the way she was now, if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t even be kissing her like you always do. if you hadn’t, the both of you wouldn’t be together like you are now. it was when the first inch of her cock pushed into you, without prep, that you knew she wasn’t bluffing. she really was gonna fit that whole thing into your cunt. and she really could. you were wet enough because of the thought of her hurting you with that length of a cock made you feel even more aroused.

“told you.” a grunt that you knew would be living in your head for the next year left her lips. that same “told you” that would be there forever. that same “told you” that would replay in your mind before you sleep, before you shower, before you slip your hands right inbetween your thighs to play with that sweet little clit of yours next.

you felt her push her cock deeper into you, your mouth stayed agape, you were losing your breath, unable to even talk to her or even protest if you wanted to. (not that it was necessary, you loved how the girth filled your cunt with itself.)

“yeah.. yeah.. keep taking my cock, just like that. only 6 inches left baby.” she chuckled quietly into your ear. she said it like taking 6 more was easy. and you scoffed at that, turning immediately into a choked whimper as she pushed deeper, flexing her neck backwards at the same time. your pinched nipples pulled once again, as your cunt swallowed her cock.

“takin’ me so well. you’ve got only a little left of it. good job.” you knew she was lying through her teeth about the little part. 5 inches left to be pushed into you would be a pain to take with how slow she was taking it. you knew she didn’t want to hurt you, but you also knew she would push it into you as fast as she fucking could if she just had your word.

“god.. its stretching me so far sid- i don’t know if i go at this pace anymore.” you hinted at her just pushing the full length into you, fucking you so fast you squirt. but she thought you meant slower. she thought you were hurting. you didn’t even know why she cared so much. you knew if she had the chance, she would slam it into you deeper than ever. but you also knew she didn’t want to hurt you in a way that you didn’t want, and she was worried of that.

“you want it slower, okay baby. im sorry if i hurt you at a-“ you interupted her sentence before she could finish her words. “fuck. no, sid. just go. i can’t take it any more slower, just please, fuck me until the only thing i can say is-“

“my name.” she groaned into your ear, her hips backed up, flying foward, and you swore you let the loudest moan you had ever made in your life. knew neighbors would yell at you, call the police even at how loud you were being, but you couldn’t even help it at this point. the both of you were so pent up and needed it, needed to feel her fuck you so quick and so good, needed for her to practically orgasm at the sight of you taking her cock so well all deep into your cunt.

her hips slapped against your thighs, you knew your body would have marks everywhere, but you didn’t fucking care. you were feeling so great.

the cock hit against your cervix for the 5th time, tears slipped down your face, your bottom lip seperating from the other once more to let out another loud moan. your breathing was ragged and pathetic. moaning and grunting for more of her. more of her cock. more of her voice. more of her pulling so hard on those clamps.

you huffed against her nose, she wanted to kiss you but your head threw back once more, whining at the pressure of her body on yours.

“f-fuck… i can’t, i c-can’t…” you were fucking vulnerable. your thighs grew redder and redder with every slam into your wet pussy. your legs were shaking, hands flying to her back to grab on something, only to find the leftover chain, pulling on it, forgetting what that led to. you yelped in pain, but that only quickly mixed with pleasure at the feeling of your orgasm coming closer to you. you couldn’t breathe, there was so much.

“god, daddy, i can’t go on longer it’s so much-“ your eyes widened, you hoped she hadn’t heard that, and you felt her hand on your ass. “what’d you call me baby?” she asked you, but you denied everything. “nothing, i-“

“no, i heard you. repeat it. come on, repeat it for me.” she begged in your ear, your mind began to become foggy as you found the words to respond.

“daddy, i called you daddy, can we please get- fuck, over this, im sorry baby, im sor-“ her hand grabbed your ass as she continued to fuck her cock into you. you tried to take a breath, only to immediately get it fucked out of your throat.

“yeah? be a good slut for daddy and take my cock okay?” she grinned into your ear, somehow pushing farther into you. you whined, creaming around her length. your hot breath slipped from your throat, you couldn’t breathe at all, everytime you felt like you could speak again, you just let out another moan. you felt your orgasm crashing into you faster than ever, her hand left your ass just to smack into you roughly. you whimpered loudly, noise complaints would be rolling in soon, but who gives a fuck right now? all you cared about was how good she was fucking you and how you squeezed against her cock so well.

“come on princess, be a good little whore for daddy and cum around my cock, need to cum right, baby?” her hips slammed into you as she panted into your ear.

“need it s’badly, need to cum around your cock.” you whimpered out, bucking into her cock.

“y’know how to ask right? or are y’too cock drunk to even speak.” she groaned against you, flexing backwards again, you yelped at this, finding words to speak.

“please, need it s’bad daddy, you always fuck me so good, please make me cum oh my god- please, sidney.” you managed to choke out, your breath shortening as her cock hit against your cervix. so much was happening and if she went any longer without letting you cum, you felt like you would go insane. you needed it so bad.

“perfect. just like that princess.” she huffed, slamming into you. your hands flew to her hair, pulling hard making her groan. you came around her cock as she fucked you through it slow, your nipples began to burn more as she moaned into the air from your hands ripping at her hair, but you didn’t care. she was letting you cum and thats all that even fucking mattered at this point. all you could manage to say in the heat of the moment was a stream of “oh gods” and “fuck me” and “sidneys”.

the two of you seperated as her hands unclipped both clamps from your nipples, that relief making you huff. she pulled out of you slowly, your back sliding against the wall as you fell to the floor. both of you were out of breath and so zoned out. your mind was full of “fuck me fuck me” while hers was full of “pound her pound her” still. obviously still in the mindset and mood to go again. but sidney hadn’t wanted to hurt you and fuck you til you pass out (atleast not right now) she knew what you needed and she was gonna give you some time to seperate your mind from what just happened.

“alright princess, now daddy’s gonna go run a bath for you. and maybe even after you can try that pretty little necklace on your daddy while you tonguefuck her so good.” she grinned, kissing your cheek, helping you to the couch as she walked off to go run your bath. you never knew someone could sound so sweet, yet say the most vulgar shit ever at the same time.

however, you knew that idea sounded damn good. and you just couldn’t wait. the both of you knew that once you were done, sidney would be wetter than you in the bath. the both of you knew that your fingers were gonna hit her gspot so well that all she can manage to say is “more” or even “stop its too much”. the both of you knew that you two were gonna be at it all night, unable to quit until you both pass out.

but, who gives a fuck?.. sidney does. she gives you a real good fuck. doesn’t she?

[dreamy-pill]

Idea for Steven and Luz fusion (Luven?): They can print glyphs on Steven's bubbles to give them elemental effects

I do agree that Steven and Luz will have fun. Luven is a very cute name for them. I like that very much. 🙂

I was watching Ms. Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, and the part where Emma is floating underwater with Jake and screams air bubbles, I became inspired to draw this.

I almost gave up on this during the sketch so I didn’t include any glyphs, but I listened to some music and these are just some of the songs that made me think of this scene:

Thunderclouds

The Boys Are Back In Town

Bad Reputation

Gasoline

You Spin Me Right Round

Little Talks

Cherry Bomb

I remembered Boiling Gems by Hazard_Overflow on AO3 and that story inspired me. It’s what mainly inspired me in the first place. I don’t want to reveal any spoilers, but this is an AU of that AU. Boiling Gems is a really good read, and funny. It has lots of humor in it and serious parts in it that really pull you in. Definitely take a quick look at it.

I was feeling somewhat dramatic in the middle of this drawing, and I thought “wouldn’t it be cool if Steven’s gem powers reacted the same way as Rose’s laser light canons if certain type of glyphs were used on it? like, mixing the wind and plant glyph will cause a stormy and explosive result?” This is my take on the gem and glyph combo in a what if scenario where Steven’s bubble is technically a bomb and it cracks open from pent up energy, almost like an egg, and an array of light will shoot out from it like a laser beam.

(Maybe I should’ve added more and added a drawing of Steven and Luz’s light forms, which would’ve transformed into Luven and attacked their targeted enemy. This is okay I think. Im just so glad I finished it somewhat.)

I have a feeling the gem combo is a last-resort type of deal, so Luven doesn’t use it that often unless necessary.

After finishing the drawing, I just had the weirdest idea. You know what they did with Harry Potter in the fourth book/movie? When Harry sees his parents? I just imagines that Luven will accidentally do something similar to that and meet an astral version of either Camilla or Rose.

Was that a little too angsty? I just though it would be convenient for character development and plot building.

I hope you liked the drawing. 🙂

[tricerapor12]

Hello! :D

I seen your arts and just wanted to say im loving it!

Also if you want can you tell us (or draw some if you want) more about your Solar Maximum and Ruined AU?

Thank Youuu :D

Also Sure! I can give some more info about those two AUs.

Solar Maximum AU

- S.M was created by the Creator, but even that big brain doesn't even realized what kind of creature he had made.

- S.M is still Sun, the influance of the so called "virus" power is what makes him act differently. It gose away for time to time, but Sun can't remember what had happend when he was in his S.M personality.

- The tail and spikes are made out of modified oil that contains nanites that allows him to shape the form of it. This oil is also what can cover his neck and face, thats how Sun can also have a large fanged maw.

- Later on, the yellow glows are the pent up energy that he can't contain, so his body got modified bc of it, creating ways to let it out. (Its burningly hot).

- S.M made two large robo cats, using the endos from the pizzaplex, DNA from Sun's cats, and his own energy sorce and nanites.

- Despite having the programing to absolutly HATE the people for different dimension, he do have some interest in some. Ruin is one of them and he sees him entertaining enough to keep the british bot alive.

- Sun dose not really have a great time, he tries to keep the situation in control when he found out what is kinda happening but it always gose wrong.

- Lunar sometimes feels a familiar aura around Sun that remind him of the Astrals.

Ruin(ed) AU

- Aftet Rez, Ruin is still himself and has his memories and stuff, but can be snuffed out pretty easily when orders are given.

- Body is in constant pain.

- Blind in one eye but is still glows white to purple some time.

- The punch hole on his chest wont stop bleeding.

- Voice box sometimes cuts out leaving him mute for a while.

- Razzle is more comfortable with them, Ruin just accepts the beast needs of comfort.

(That is about this AU, but i still working on it)