#nose shape jaw shape mouth eyes ears and eyebrows

[mazken]

[ID: A digital drawing of a short-haired, warmly dressed Elder Scrolls wood elf holding an open book, out of which flows a stream of mist. End ID]

digivember day 12 is a redraw of this

[lemon-lime-behavior]

Do you have any tips for drawing noses? Sorry this is out of nowhere but I'm wanting to improve on my art, specifically the faces, and it's always the nose I find myself struggling most with.

I really struggle w making it fit the face if that makes sense? Every time I try to add it it just throws the whole face off, especially the eyes, not to mention how to make different nose types and the angles </33

I love your art style so bad, it's so smooth and satisfying to look at and the way you draw noses like it's nbd (and anatomy in general like damn) baffles me so I was just wondering if you maybe had any tricks or not, Ty either way for sharing your art in the first place <33

@extravagav Well I can try! First off thank you very much, I often feel like I still have a very long way to go in regards to proportions and anatomy so I really appreciate your kind words <3

Hokay, so, noses. I do love noses. To start off when it comes to drawing noses I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you the most annoying advice in the world which is just to practice a lot. Find a lot of pictures of noses in a bunch of different shapes from a bunch of different angles and just draw them until your brain melts out of your ears. Pay particular attention though to the nose as a 3D object!

It's of course trickier to do than I'm making it out to be but the more you practice at imagining the nose as a 3d physical form the easier it becomes to make a nose model in your mind that you can rotate like a microwave.

This is my personal very very basic understanding of the nose's construction:

it's like three circles and a taco shell.

Okay so now that you've got a basic understanding of the nose's construction, how to put it in the middle of the god-dang face??

So the funky thing about noses is that they tend to change shape the least out of all our facial features when we're making expressions. Our eyes change shape, our mouths move, our eyebrows, our cheeks, our jaws, they all go all over the place. the nose, however, tends to be pretty stationary and doesn't deform much (save in one important way I'll get to later). So because of all this, and here's my biggest piece of advice when it comes to making the nose fit in the face, I like to draw the nose first! I do a very loose head construction, draw the nose, and then sort of "hang" the rest of the features off of it:

Two very different expressions, same nose!

Now when it comes to noses interacting specifically with the eyes the greatest thing to remember is that the part of the nose that sits between the eyes sticks out farther than you might think, and will likely be obscuring one of them, the extent of which depending a lot on the angle and how pronounced the nose bridge is.

for someone with a pretty flat nose bridge you'll be able to see most of the eye except in a more extreme angle, while someone with a protruding ridge might obscure the eye entirely. but the nose will likely be interacting with at least one eye if we're not facing the character head on. Really making your brain think in 3d is gonna most helpful here.

Finally! The nose being expressive! So the main way the nose plays in to expression is by wrinkling. the muscles that pull up your top lip and the muscles that pull down the middle of your forehead are almost all connected to the nose, so the nose tends to develop a lot of wrinkles whenever brows are furrowed or teeth are bared.

Adding those wrinkles can add a lot of impact in the expression! And not just angry ones neither:

Sooooooooooooooo yeah! noses! They're weird and they come in all sorts of shapes and sizes and they can do a lot to add character to a face and they can also make you want to tear your hair out in big clumps! I'm still learning myself when it comes to noses (and most other things) and I'm faaaar from a master at it, but I hope I've been able to provide at least a little bit of help. If you do use my advice going forward please let me know! Good luck!!!!! (And here's all my nose "headcanons" for the strawhats. The ones who actually have human noses, anyway):

[pro-crastinate17]

hello!! so im going to try to make a disability inclusive picrew and id like some help making sure i include as much as i can!

the person would be seated and pretty much all of the body would be visible. ill post it when im done!

its mostly focused on phys disabilities, bc i so rarely can find picrews w good diverse mobility aid options, but ofc im including non phys disabilities as well! (sorry for clunky phrasing, im unclear on the preferred term for non phys disabilities so thats the term ive been using)

what i have so far is below the read more. be warned it is a very long list! (every option/category of option i could think of)

if you think i missed something, please recommend it!!! (related note: id much rather get recommended something that is already on the list than miss something!)

category: head

various jaw shapes 

missing jaw 

crooked/misaligned jaw

category: skin

wide range of skin tones, including white/extremely pale (albino) 

freckles, lots of scar variation (including burns), vitiligo, acne, facial hair, eye bags, other skin conditions (trying to make a list)

breathing tubes, masks, bandages 

bindis 

category: eyes 

blue, grey, green, hazel, medium brown, dark brown, black, red 

heterochromia options 

lazy eye options 

clouded eye options 

closed eyes that look like winking and closed eyes that don't 

missing eyes

category: mouth 

general expressions 

variations for color 

variations for cleft lip, scars, facial paralysis 

category: ears 

ear size, shape, missing ears, deformed ears

category: eye/ear accessories 

earrings, earplugs, hearing aids, bone anchored hearing aids, headphones, earmuffs (modifications for missing/deformed ears), cochlear implant

glasses, sunglasses, blue light glasses, eye patches, eye masks/bandages 

category: nose 

various shapes & sizes, bumpy noses, deformed noses  

category: eyebrows 

lots of expression options, thickness options, color options (including white) 

one missing, scarring, eyebrow slits 

category: body 

body types: very skinny, skinny, fat, very fat (options for muscularity too if i can figure out how)

body hair, scarring, freckles, tattoos   

range of missing limbs, deformed limbs, prosthetics   

diabetes patch 

category: hair 

wide range of hairstyles, bangs, and colors 

patchy hair, scalp scarring, receding hairline 

category: head coverings

range of hats, hair accessories, headbands, bandanas    

range of hijabs, turbans, kippot (+ more variation in cultural headwear if theres space)

head bandages 

category: clothes

range of styles and colors 

adaptable to body types (+ breasts), missing/deformed limbs 

category: shoes 

range of styles 

adaptable to body types, missing foot/feet 

category: hand accessories  

gloves, bracelets, rings, nails, wrist braces, splint rings

range of types, adaptable to missing/deformed hands 

category: pins 

range of queer pride flags 

pronoun pins 

animals, fandoms/characters (def muppets, feel free to recommend characters and i'll try to include some of the most popular ones) 

general disability pride, cripplepunk, madpunk, sign union flag, & pin (for systems), specific disabilities (need some help with these, send me specific flags and i’ll include them!) 

category: seat 

chair, manual wheelchair, power chair, spinny chair, throne, rollator, electric scooter 

category: mobility aids 

cane, white cane, crutches (underarm/axillary and forearm), rollator, walker (with and without wheels), electric scooter  

joint braces (shoulder, elbow, knee, ankle, back, others?), joint tape, compression garments 

category: other disability aids

AAC tablets, word cards, glucose monitor, sunflower lanyard, inhaler, medical id bracelet

stoma bag, central line catheter, picc line catheter, heart monitor, breathing tube, feeding tube (nasal and abdominal), tracheostomy 

stim toys/chewelry, stuffed animals, phone 

service animals

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[plasticferal]

I need a Matt or Chris smut where they use toys on the reader and overstimulate her pleaseee🙏🏻🙏🏻

don't be shy | chris sturniolo.

authors note: this is my twist on the idea so i hope it's okay. i never proof read sorry lol. thank you for the request!

warnings: 18+, praise!chris, kinda neutral, use of vibrator, overstimulating, unprotected sex, squirting, explicit language. it's kinda filthy, so if you're not into it, don't read. reader discretion strongly advised.

you hardly ever got your house empty, a rarity and gift especially when you haven't had any alone time with chris recently. the second you messaged him that you have an empty house, are half naked and patiently waiting for him on your bed, you knew he'd find any means possible to get himself to you.

the second he appears at your front door, in a baggy t-shirt, fleece shorts and prominent messy bed hair, he's all over you, a burning appetite to please you, to have you all to himself.

his eyes go wide seeing you in nothing but your bra and underwear when you open the door. he doesn't even speak before his hands find themselves under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. he carries you from the front door, kicking it closed behind him and fixating on your mouth with his own.

chris moans into the kiss, grabbing your ass he makes his way into your bedroom. tossing you on the bed, he shoves his pants down to his waist and you can see his semi-hard cock reacting to the sight of you already, begging to escape from his waistband.

chris crawls over you, tearing his shirt over his head in the process and discarding it on the floor, using his knees to part your legs and he finds himself situated over you. he comfortably hovers in-between your legs, supporting himself up with hands digging into the pillow that your head lays on.

"i missed you so much," his husky voice is deep in your ear, and he kisses under your jawline, neck, lips, nose. every inch of your skin he admires, and missed.

you're panting at the friction chris is making on top of you, grinding into your lace underwear through his boxers. your hair tangles in his hair and his mouth attacks your neck, sucking marks you know you'll have to cover later.

"baby, baby," you tap his shoulder with a shaky breath and point to your bedside table.

he reaches into your drawer to pull out the box of condoms he had left here for the rare occasion you needed it at your house. rummaging around, you hear his hands make contact with something that you know straight away isn’t cardboard.

while he's rummaging with his right hand, his left hands crawls up your shirt, under your bra strap, and squeezes your breast. he moans into your skin as he licks from your neck to behind your ear.

he pulls out the phallic shaped rubber that has a slight hook, and a cord hanging from the end, detaching form your skin, and you're instantly mortified.

your mouth parts open and you watch chris lifts his head. he freezes and his forehead ripples, eyebrows almost touching in the middle with how hard he’s observing the foreign object. he sits up, straddling your legs and sitting back on heels, gripping your vibrator in his hand.

“the fuck is this?” he's viewing it from every angle possible. you feel your face turn hot immediately, covering your mouth and muffling your chuckle.

“chris that’s-” the second you go to explain yourself he presses the dainty little power on button at the bottom, and his eyes go wide, jaw drops and he faces you abruptly.

“oh?” his mouth is still open in shock but the corners turn into a mischievous grin.

"how often do you use it?" his tone is humorous almost, a mix between teasing you and genuine intrigue.

"whenever you're not around," you're hesitant to respond, a wave of embarrassment washing over you.

"so you're my competition, huh?" he jokes to the object he's holding, and all you want to do is rip it from his hands. he's having too much fun with your discomfiture. the second you reach up from laying down to remove it, he yanks it back, shaking his head at you.

"no no, sweetheart,"

"put it down, christopher. oh my god," you whine, running your hands over your face and wanting to smother yourself with a pillow.

you can't believe he's being stubborn over your own toy, and you're fearing more that he won't let you live it down. you've never admit him that you use a vibrator, not that you feel you've needed to, but you had no intention of this being how he finds out.

"does it feel good?" he asks, switching it off to focus on your answer. you shrug, not knowing if he truly wants to hear how good it is when you use it.

your answer should be, it's euphoric, and gets you off a little too quick. of course chris gives a different kind of sensation, and it's almost like his cock was made for you. formed perfectly for your cunt. it's all you think about when you get yourself off. but sometimes, an external orgasm is all you need.

"i asked you a question, y/n" he snaps you out of your thoughts.

when you look at chris again, he's still eyeing the toy in his hand. you can almost physically see the gears in his brain turning, and suddenly chris shuffles off the mattress and positions himself at the end of the bed.

"come closer," he waves his hand, signalling for you to scoot the edge.

"what are you doi-" you sit up to look at him, but he shakes his head is dismissal of your words.

"trust me," he interrupts. "i wanna make you feel good." chris is enliven in the way he speaks.

he's adjusting himself in his boxers before turning his full attention onto you. when you finally shuffle down, spread your legs for him and lay back on the mattress, chris plants one of his knees on the edge of your bed to get a better angle.

he rubs his thumb over your clothed cunt, feeling the wet patch that's evident through the white silk, and you know his mouth is watering at the sight. he hooks one of his fingers underneath, feeling his rough hands brush your clit ever so lightly. he toys with you a little, dancing on your skin as he pushes your panties to the side.

you hear the all too familiar and reassuring buzz of your vibrator being switched back on, the lowest setting creating a light hum in the room. chris grabs one of your ankles, using it to part your legs more as he leans over closer to your heat. using his free hand he spreads your folds open with his index and ring finger, giving him full view.

you have an instinct to clamp your legs shut at his slow, tantalizing movements, your thighs tense with anticipation and chris can feel you squirming.

"don't be shy now, princess" he chuckles, caressing his thumb over your sensitive and needy clit again, circling the bead and using your own wetness to ease his movements.

finally, chris brings the toy in between your thighs and lets the tip connect with where his thumb was, replacing it with the vibrating sensation that makes your hips rise off the bed and throw your head back. you grab at chris's wrist, digging your fingers into his skin as you let the shock settle into your body.

"fuck," chris swallows, licking his lips as he watches you in awe. he plants his free hand on your thigh, holding your leg down as your body wriggles under him.

"still, baby," he speaks, getting on his knees so he's eye level with your pussy. chris lifts the vibrator as high as he can while still making contact with your clit, but you feel his finger tease your entrance. his ring finger swirls around in how soaked you are before finally pushing in, and the mix of his finger curling into you and the stimulation on your clit has you grasping for air.

"y'like that, baby? fuck you look so pretty right now," chris admires your body rolling and arching as he moves the vibrator according to where your body goes.

"chris, oh my god," you sound like a pornstar at how high pitched your voice has gone, moaning his name like your life depended on it. you can literally already feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax as you jolt upwards into the toy, softening and intensifying the pressure every time you do.

"louder, baby. i wanna hear you, c'mon" he speaks with ardour.

chris slides a second finger into you, arching them inside and tormenting your walls with deep thrusts, in and out. you're stunned that he's managing to keep track of everything, focusing on all your pressure points at once.

"sh,shit, ugh, that feels so good," you cry on your words, eyes clenching shut and watering, neck straining into the quilt underneath you.

he fucks his fingers into you harder, louder, your own cunt making a puddle underneath you, leaving a grey patch. your pussy is flowing onto his hands at this point and if he wasn't so focused, you know he'd be licking you clean.

you feel his long hair tickle your shin as he leans closer, circling the vibrator in a small, specific circle, hearing the buzzing make a rhythmic tune.

"chris baby, i'm gonna cum, m' gonna cum," you feel yourself build up a tension like you need to pee.

the feeling begging and pushing so hard on your walls when chris' fingers fill you that you're almost worried to release, and tightening up just in case. you've never squirted using the vibrator alone, but chris's thick long fingers hitting your walls has you on the edge.

"f-fuck," you ball the sheets underneath you into your fist, feeling the liquid project from your holes between chris's fingers. chris groans at the sight, opening his mouth and letting you release all over his face. he removes the vibrator, using his hand to splash and rub your cunt so fast and so aggressively, his other hand still thrusting in and out of your cunt. you feel him from every angle, and you're a moaning mess.

"yes, YES, oh fuck," you scream, orgasm hitting it's peak and chris finally diving his mouth into you. he licks up your folds, pulling his fingers out of you to spread you even more, rubbing his face between your thighs and moaning into your cunt, kissing, sucking, swallowing his words between your legs.

"m'god that was so fucking hot," his words are restricted against your pussy, and you squeeze his head between your legs as your body tosses and turns from your high.

you reach down and cradle his head in your palms, curling your fingers into his hair and shake as chris attacks your already exhausted clit with his tongue, plunging deep.

“i can’t chris, i-i can’t” you beg, arching your back, chest to the sky and your core exasperated from the knot it's already let go of.

"you can baby,” he presses down on your stomach, which makes you jolt even more, pinning your ass back onto the mattress. he detaches his mouth and stands up from his spot on the floor, shoving his boxers down to his ankles and stepping out of them.

you're given a window of a break to catch your breath, staring up at him, half dazed and eyes glazed over. his hard cock is dripping with precum, and you admire as he strokes himself a few times, slowly and grasping the full length of his dick. he pushes into his tip, his own breath shuttering at his own touch, biting his bottom lip hard.

you lay in suspense and cricket rub your feet together, feeling sticky and wet between your legs, flushed red and realising neither of you acknowledged how your body had just reacted. when chris saunters over to you again. he spreads your legs for you.

"remember what i said, darling. don't be shy," he grabs the still buzzing toy from where he tossed it on the bed earlier, finding a much more intense, faster, more furious setting. he grins cunningly when the toy shakes violently in his grip. he grabs your hand and makes you take it in your own.

"show me what you got," he charms, lining his cock up with your entrance.

using both of his free hands, he grips either side of your waist, lifting the bottom half of your body up to him. your heels are planted but your ass is elevated, mimicking a bridge pose. his hands dig so deep in your hip bones your skin feels hot beneath his touch.

he inches his cock into your cunt, making you take a sharp breath inward and he pauses, letting you adjust. you clench around his cock and bring the vibrator back to your throbbing pearl, adding the lightest pressure you can. chris pushes your hand down so the vibrator is actually making contact and you let out a yell, a screech almost.

chris fills you, his shaft sliding in with ease as your juices lubricate your walls and he moans, exhaling through his nose at the feeling of you.

he could collapse right then and then, but he pulls back and thrusts into you again, watching your tits bounce in your bra, pulling out, and fucking into you harder. his hips drive back and ram forward again, a consistent motion that takes full control of your body. you're still in disarray, your mouth feeling dry at the way your mouth is hung open, panting and breathing irregular.

"you take me so fucking well," chris growls, digging as far as he possibly can into you, rolling his hips so you feel his cock in every inch.

"chris, it's too much," a tear falls, and you pull the vibrator away again to focus on one thing.

the pleasure and craving you've have for him inside of you makes you feel safe, and the way chris's face is lightly beading with sweat, his hair frizzing and jaw tense with focus, makes your body ache.

"you want me to stop, princess?" he slows his thrusts, and instinctively you shake your head no. he lets out a 'that's what i thought' scoff.

your hands hand grab at air, aiming for his waist to pull him back in, the friction cutting off making your stomach flutter. he listens to your queue, asserting back into your cunt.

"mgh, shit, chris," you whine, drilling into your clit with the toy. it's hammering into your cunt and your eye's are puffy and red trying not to let your overwhelming feelings of escalate.

"you're doing so good, baby. so fucking good for me," he bites, hands moving down to your thighs to get a better grip. he slaps into your skin aggressively and his breathing jumps, little moans escaping with each push.

"please, please, fuck'ng shit, fuck this" you choke on your partial words, needing so desperately to throw the vibrator to the side, the sensation becoming a burn and stinging your skin.

chris fucks into you fast, and you're shaking the mattress. you toss the toy to the side, hearing it switch off immediately. you bring your fingers to your clit and wave into yourself with a gentle, more delicate touch.

"i need to finish so bad, please, please," you beg.

"fuck, holy fuck," he pants, his stomach tensing, muscles in his arms becoming more prominent and veins visible.

"me too, baby. can't hold on," chris says, pulling out the second his body arches and twitches.

he purses his lips hard, dick pulling out and the sudden feeling of his cum, warm and thick, string onto your exposed stomach. chris jerks himself to completion, whining in his throat. releasing his pent up tension, it's a mess on your skin. your own climax washes over you at your own touch and you're caterwauling loudly.

chris takes a moment to collapse onto your legs, half on the mattress half off with the lower half of his body. you give a light laugh, brushing hair from his eyes as his face lays next to your hip. he looks up at you through hooded eyes, a tired look on his face. you grab whatever fabric you can find around you and wipe your stomach sloppily, not really caring about the mess.

"do you have any other toys we can try?" his unsteady voice asks.

you wish you could react with a lot more energy, but your body will barely allow you to move. you roll your eyes, giving a listless laugh.

at this point, you're not embarrassed, don't feel like shying away. chris never needs to prove he can make you feel good, but will try to one up himself every time. you can only imagine how he'd act when you show you him what else you have hiding.

[blue-jisungs]

kisses

a/n. THIS ONE IS FOR @planetkiimchi MWAH MWAH also i was looking for a new pfp and stumbled upon those pics again. this man is driving me insane i swear :( stop having such kissable lips wtf🙄 and also off topic but i feel like if i’ll ever be in a relationship (somehow) my partner is getting kissed to death thank u bye

warnings. one swear word (asshole lol), a biiiiit suggestive?? idek…

yeonjun was laying on your bed, one hand underneath his head and the other holding his phone. you were writing, one headphone in your ear and the other dangling loosely. well, you were almost finished with your homework.

your boyfriend was patiently waiting for you to finish up so later you could cuddle and go on a walk. it was something that made your heart melt. yeonjun could simply arrive at your place later when you’re done with your homework or go to the living room and watch tv. but instead, even though you weren’t taking, he stayed in the room. you could feel his presence, sometimes he even giggled at some memes he saw. you love him so much.

and it’s just that he’s beautiful inside and out. closing your text book quietly, you turned around on your chair to take a look at him. to simply admire your boyfriend.

because he was an literal angel. kind, loving, caring. his stubbornness and ambition inspired you every day. regarding his physical appearance, there wasn’t even a tiny bit of him you wouldn’t love.

his pretty face, kissable lips, strong arms, long legs (that made you sometimes jog up to him because he’s just a fast walker) and toned body. you especially loves his soft hair (well to be specific, you loved playing with them).

“what?”

his amused voice made you come back to reality, realising you were staring at him. due to his outstretched hand his t-shirt rode up a bit, revealing his stomach. and you felt a sudden urge to pepper it with kisses.

you stood up, dramatically stretching to think about your attack plan. yeonjun watched you amused, a smirk on his lips.

“i know i’m handsome, baby. but just come here already” he whined, putting his phone away.

“okay, okay” you murmured and sat on the edge of the bed. and while he looked at you confused, pout on his lips, you quickly grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up a bit.

“yah–!” yeonjun gasped, his hand moving from under his head.

you giggled and quickly moved onto his lap, attacking his stomach with kisses. pecking random places, giggling between them.

“what are you–?” your boyfriend breathed out, stunned by your actions.

“mwah!” you chuckled and pulled away when you had to catch a breath. looking at flabbergasted yeonjun you laughed again. his face was bright pink, almost as his iconic noona hair.

“y/n, you’re actually insane” he exhaled shakily, his hand reaching to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“no, not really. i just love you” you scoffed, pulling his shirt down “and sometimes i feel like i’m gonna explode if i don’t cover you in kisses”

“i don’t mind, really” he hummed, a boyish glint in his eyes “but i’d rather you kissed my face…”

“oh really? will do then. whatever my jjunie wants~!” you cooed and cupped his face, pepper-kissing it everywhere. this time yeonjun started giggling with you, the feeling a bit ticklish.

his forehead that scrunches when he’s confused, his perfectly shaped nose, his squishy cheeks, his sharp jaw, his eyelids that are perfect to put eyeshadow on, his cute chin.

with a smirk you kissed a corner of his mouth, only to pull away short after. yeonjun didn’t let you though, chasing you.

“you’re a meanie” he grunted, pulling your hands down from his face

“mhm” you murmured and let him kiss you. pillowy lips moving against you, causing you to hum in delight.

yeonjun pulled you closer (however that was possible), now his hands on your face. you smiled into the kiss and leaned away.

“but you love me?” you teasingly rose your eyebrow and he let out an airy laugh, flipping you over so now you were laying down next to him.

“i guess” he giggled, wrapping his arms around you and caging you in a bear hug so you wouldn’t notice his red neck.

“asshole” your grunt was muffled because of his arm but you both knew the real answer.

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[puripurin]

Again, thanks 4 da idea, @littlekohai77!! Now this is the one where cute yan monster's darling is meeting his mother.

Tw: rape (a person mentioned in an ask.)

— "You have a human mother??" You said in confusion. I mean, you could see it, but was there anyone who could survive this long with a hanging jaw? It's been a few weeks since you met Aimilios, but you've never seen his mother roaming around.

"Yeah! You've never seen her because my mama is always in the basement of the building now because in recent years, many people have come and tried to "save" her, I don't know why, though. She looks safe and happy! She enjoys running around, hiding from my father, and loves being tossed around him. They're actually trying to kidnap her and experiment on her because she's very pretty. That's what I've come up with. How horrifying." You tried your best not to look skeptical, though. You didn't want him to burst out crying because you told him what people actually see when a woman is running around in an abandoned building being manhandled by a monster. So you kept your mouth shut on that part and changed the topic to his father.

"Wait, but your father is that crazy horned bastard who doesn't like me?" You furrowed your eyebrows as Aimilios tilted his head, trying to understand what you mean.

"Yeah, and he and my mama love each other very much! Just like you and me, we love each other very much, mh! You are my one and only." He hugged you and snuggled into you before grabbing your hands.

"Because papa finally trusts you enough. He finally allowed me to show you where mama is staying and meet her. So can we meet her now?" He smiles at you and grips your hands tightly. Although you go swooped up into this ridiculous situation by force, you could tell that it means a lot to him to see his mother.

"I-... okay, we can see her." He squeezed your hands tightly and hugged you one more time before leading you down a flight of steps to the basement. He breathed in before opening the door too fast and hit himself in the face and slammed his hand on the wall when he pulled the door open. He slowly crumbles to the floor in pain.

"Oh! Amy, is that you– ACK!" You heard a harsh thud as the woman fell to the ground. You slowly led Aimilios inside the room with the hand that wasn't swollen with pain and saw the woman covering her mouth in pain. How unfortunate is this family that they get injuries at the same time??

After a couple of minutes, it was silent. Aimilios' mother was looking away in embarrassment as she held an ice pack to her lips while Aimilios, who was sitting next to you, held an ice pack to his nose and his hand was on the table with an ice pack resting on top of it.

Now that you're looking at her, you can see where Aimilios' cuteness came from. This woman looks young, almost similar in age to Aimilios, and has the exact same eyebrows, eye shape, and nose as him. The eye colour came from his father, but his hair? You have no idea where it came out from.

"R-right. I'm sorry about that you had to witness that, (Y/n)... My first impression of you must be bad, so I'm sorry about that." She lifted the ice pack when she needed to speak and was extremely embarrassed by the situation.

"Ah, no worries. I can see where Aimilios got his clumsiness from. My name is (Y/n) (L/n), and im 23." You smiled at her and gave your hand for her to shake, to which she obliged to.

"You can just call me mom. I'm the mother of Aimilios and the wife of that grumpy little beast. Im 44 years old." She smiled as you looked surprised.

"44? You look the same age as Aimilios!" His mother just chuckled and put her hand on her cheek from the compliment.

"So how did you meet Aimilios because I have a feeling that he's lying to me about saving you from one of the ruined rooms in this place." Aimilios' face exploded into a bright red blush.

"N-no! I wasn't lying! Mom!" Aimilios covered your ears, but it was too late, you burst out in laughter.

"T-that's what he told you!?!? Hahahahaha!" You wiped your nonexistent tears as Aimilios put the ice packs into the bowl on the table and covered his face from embarrassment. His mother let out a couple of chuckles.

"Well, I was exploring this place because I was bored, and when I was walking when all of a sudden, he came out only to hit his face on a hanging piece of metal. He was going to cry--" You laughed, but Aimilios covered your mouth.

"I-I'm going to get water." He said in embarrassment and shuffled to the makeshift kitchen to open the tap. He huffed turned back.

"Mom... There's no water. I'll go outside to turn on the water..." He quickly left with a set of keys. As soon as you heard the door clicked, you turned back to the mother.

"Why are you not telling him the fact that people are really trying to save you out of concern??" You spoke out, really wanting to know the reason why she hasn't told him anything. His mother slapped a hand over her mouth and closed her eyes out of embarrassment.

"You don't know how hard it it to go up to him and say, "Oh, it's not because people want to kidnap me because they want experiment on me, it's because when i have fun with my husband, they either think he's mauling me to death or raping me! Sorry, son!" It's not easy-" There was a drop of keys both you and his mom eyes widened in horror as Aimilios was standing at the door, tears welling in his eyes.

"Mom! (Y/n)! How could you lie to me!!!" He cries and runs away.

"aMy NOOOOO!!!"

Okay, okay, that ending was super fun to write 💀💀 this is better than the storytelling one cus this is goofy asf. Anyways how do yall like the names ive picked out for cute yan monster and his father? I better hear amazing, Googling shit is hard /j

Also the hair colour thing is intentional cus i have an idea with that 🤭 sorry if your oc has blond hair thoughhh.

Note prooftread.

Edut: forgor tags again. Mb

[jhoneybees]

Something different.

Hello Hello 🤗 Here is a fic for you lovelies! Now I might make this a two part fic, what do you think?

Characters: Early 70s!Elvis X reader

Warnings/triggers: SMUT HEHE, neck riding, daddy used in a sexual context, Elvis being a bit of a sub, reader being a power bottom, swearing, blowjob

Tags: @another-identityofmine @atleastpleasetelephone @i-r-i-n-a-a @theelvisprincess

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You love it when Elvis takes control, being that hot and sexy daddy who would manhandle you around like you’re his ragdoll but recently you feel like the balance between the two of you has been a bit off.

You want to control him too.

So one evening, you get yourself all dolled up. Preparing to seduce the man by wearing your long, silky, curly hair down and a pretty yellow floral cotton nightie hugging all your curves.

You sit yourself on the edge of the bed to wait for him to walk into the bedroom, smiling when he does. You immediately get up and move towards him. Sneakily slithering your arms behind him to lock the door and onto his shoulder to rest around his neck. “Daddy…”

“What’re yer doin’?” He grins.

You both know whenever you would use that name, something sexual is gonna happen and as you giggle and let Elvis hold onto your firm hips, his voice drops to a sultry tone. “What does my baby want?”

Biting your lower lip with a wide grin, you lift your chin a little slowly sliding your hands to play with his collar. “Well… I’ve been thinking about something…”

“Yeah?”

Lifting your eyes to stare into the tall male’s blue ones, you can feel a heartbeat between your legs. “Mm, yeah…you know how you control things in the bedroom?”

“Mhm.”

“Well I thought maybe…tonight can be a little different.”

Elvis quirks an eyebrow and when you pull down on his collar to get a kiss from him, he hums a bit unsure. “Ya sure you want that?”

You nod, tilting your head to the side. “Something wrong with that?”

“No, nothin’ wrong with that, baby...jus’... I like how I control things…”

You giggle. “I know you do but it’s good to try something a little different.” smiling up at him as he quietly agrees and nods, you grab his wrist “C’mon.” guiding him to sit on the bed. Pushing on his chest to make him lay down and crawl to straddle his lap. You lean down to kiss him gently, slowly picking up the intensity the more time passes by. Using your little fingers to go and undo the buttons on his dress shirt, hearing him groan as you let your tongue enter his mouth to taste him.

His big, calloused hands sliding up your thighs and gripping your hips, you giggle at how he’s trying to make you grind on him. “Nuh uh, none of that.” You pull away, shaking your head.

He groans. “Why not?”

“You’ll see…just…be patient.”

He grumbles but quickly softens up again as you push your tongue back through his lips. “Mmm…”

“Mhm…” You hum in response, carefully moving his shirt to expose his toned hairy chest making him sigh through his nose at the cool air touching his skin. You stay making out with him for a while and when he glides his fingers under your nightie to feel your ass, you shuffle back and begin to kiss his jaw. Along to his earlobe, under his ear and down his neck.

“You like that?”

“Mhm.” He moans, stretching his head up to the side to give you more room.

You smirk, giving warm tongue kisses on his tender skin, you rub your hands up and down his waist and whisper little sweet nothings in his ear. “Daddy’s so sexy tonight…”

“Playin’ a dangerous game ‘ere.” He breathes, his hands finally moving to feel your ass. “What’s this?” He asks, you straighten up and playfully grind on his clothed dick making him moan.

“Wanna see?”

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” He smirks.

You purr sensually and start to take your nightie off, exposing your almost completely naked body with how your full breasts jiggle the tiniest bit and thin white straps trail over the shape of your hips connecting to skimpy little panties that match your nightie.

“F*ck me, baby…” Elvis groans loudly.

“Hmm?” You watch his eyes with a smirk as he takes your body in, chewing on your bottom lip feeling his hard on poke underneath you. He starts to breathe harder and suddenly, you feel his fingers grip hard on the back of your thighs and flip you over to fall on the bed making him go on top.

“Elvis!”

“Goddamn…” He moans at the sight under him, leaning down to kiss your neck. You push on his chest but that doesn’t do anything so you reach down to grab the back of his knees and hook your leg on his hip with all of your might, flipping him back onto the bed and quickly moving to sit on his chest. “Baby!” His eyes widen at the unexpected strength you have.

You laugh a little out of breath. “Daddy isn’t being patient.”

Taking you to karate lessons was probably a bad idea.

“Honey-”

“No, you listen to me…” you coo at him.

Shaking your head when he tries to protest. “No baby, c’mon…let daddy take of ya, want ya so bad.”

“Nuh uh, want ya to listen to me.”

He groans. “Baby-” you cut him off again, this time moving to straddle his throat. Giggling as he gasps and his blue eyes stare into yours in shock.

“Daddy’s gonna listen to me…if not, no sex.”

Elvis’ groan rumbles against your clothed pussy.

“Gonna listen?” You ask with a knowing look and when he attempts to lift you again and tells you to be a good girl you punish him by grinding on his neck. “So you’re not gonna listen.”

He grunts, his eyes fluttering as your pussy grows more wet. He can feel the warmth and moisture coming from you against his skin and with his big hands cupping your ass, he squeezes your cheeks hard.

“Stay still and let me make myself feel good, okay?” Combing your fingers through his hair as his eyes dart all over your body.

“Mhm-” He hums, gasping ever slightly when your hips begin to move. Your own hands slide up your stomach to fondle with your hardened nipples, you sigh as your thighs carefully squeeze around his neck rubbing your wet panties against his throat.

“Baby-” his voice slightly out of breath as he watches the way your long hair falls over the sides of your breasts gently bouncing, framing them just right with your pretty little sighs and soft pants falling from your pink lips.

“Yeah?” You pant quietly. Your back arching a little to get that right angle wanting to feel your thinly clothed clit right up on him.

Elvis moans at the sight. His dick painfully hard, straining against his pants. You’re so sexy when you use him like this. “Feel good?”

You moan and nod.

Your jaw falls slack as the tension in the pit of your stomach builds, your moans get a little louder the more you grind and you bite your lip harshly as his large hands grip onto your ass like a vice. “feels good, daddy…oh baby feels good…” moaning out mindlessly.

“M-Mhm- mm-” He's starting to lose more of his breath, it's getting harder to breathe as you go faster and faster. He realises he loves it though. “Make yerself- feel good, baby-” His cock twitching from how your arousal starts to slide down the sides of his neck.

“F*ck Daddy…” You sigh.

Hands tangled in his hair and eyes hooded, the pleasure grows and grows and before you know it it boils over and you fall into complete ecstasy. “Ohh Elvis!”

You buck your hips against his Adam's apple, he chokes a little and you moan loudly at how good it feels, soon lazily shuffling back to sit on his stomach with his hands rubbing the top of your thighs to calm you down from your high.

“Naughty little girl…” He breathes in the hot room.

You giggle to yourself seeing him eating you alive with his piercing blue eyes. “Gotta give something in return now, baby.” the corners of his lips curl up into a smirk.

“Can’t leave Daddy, hard?” You ask in a playful tone, getting up onto your knees as your hands reach in between to undo his belt.

“Mmm no, no you can’t…” chuckling low, his lustful gaze watches as you grab his dick and pull it out of his pants, licking his lips at your eyes filled with eagerness.

You bend down, pulling his cock into your wet mouth. You swirl your tongue around and press your lips around his girth making Elvis’ eyes roll back and hit his head on the pillows.

Feeling himself twitch in your mouth as you take him deeper. “F*ck baby…” He groans, blindly gripping your hair. Adding the tiniest bit of pressure to the back of your head to get you to take all of him but he groans when you pull back a little, teasing him with a lick over his tip.

Tasting his precum on your tongue before you open your throat to swallow his dick.

“O-Oh f*ck, baby, u-uhh”

He can feel his climax building…building…and building and his breath hitches as your small hands go to massage his balls.

Reaching his other hand down to join in with his first. Elvis thrusts his hips up into your pretty mouth wanting every little bit of his cock in your throat but then you pull away, his dick slipping out from your soft lips. “N-No, baby…why did ya do that? Daddy felt so good- bring that pretty little mouth back.”

You smirk, shaking your head. Clicking your tongue when he grabs your arm, looking up at you with a hint of desperation.

“Daddy’s gotta remember that I’m in control.”

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (10)- Fingering

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: Wanda finds a way to give you the attention you want.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Fingering, Praise, Fluff

Kinktober Masterlist

“Wanda,” you call out in a playful tone, your feet swinging as you sit on one of the countertops in the kitchen of the compound. “Come here, it’s urgent,” you hear her chuckle while turning around from the stove, looking at you with a raised eyebrow as she sees the cheeky smile on your face. Your hand makes a come here motion, Wanda shaking her head at your antics as she checks the food she’s cooking once more before changing the temperature of the hob and making her way over to you. She walks until she’s slotted in between your legs, her face brightening when you wrap your arms around her and pull her into a tight embrace. “Thank God you got here in time,” you joke, breath tickling the skin at the crook of her neck, “Your girlfriend was about to die of boredom and a lack of attention.”

“Was that so?” she laughs out, snaking her arms around your shoulders and swaying both of your bodies slightly. You hum in response, now content with the situation as Wanda was no longer focussing on cooking for the entire team and now giving you some attention. “What can I do to make sure this tragic event doesn't happen again?” she murmurs, sarcasm dripping from her voice making you chuckle while pulling back to look at her.

“How about this?” your finger taps your lips that tug into a cheeky smile. She simply rolls her eyes at you, nose scrunching slightly before leaning down and pressing her lips to yours. Both of you smile into the kiss, an adorable giggle escaping her when she pulls back and looks into your loving eyes.

“You’re so cute,” she mumbles, leaning in for another kiss. “How about I give you something a little more than a kiss?” your cheeks flush at her sultry tone, eyes darkening when you feel her fingers on your thigh, slowly drifting closer to your core.

“What about the team?” you sigh out when you feel her mouth now on your neck, her hand slipping into your jeans and panties.

“If we’re quick and quiet they’ll never know,” she husks out, peppering kisses up along your jaw till she reaches your ear, nibbling softly on your earlobe to make you groan, “I want to make you come so hard on my fingers Detka.”

“Fuck Wanda,” you moan, her other hand going to cover your mouth to stop you from alerting the team in the other room what you two were up to.

“Shhh Detka,” she whispers, removing her hand and claiming your lips once again. Her fingers ran through your folds, your moan muffled by the witch’s mouth. “You’re so wet for me,” she whispers in between kisses, her thrusting two fingers into you and quieting the noise that escaped you by sliding her tongue into your mouth. Her thumb moves to circle your clit, fingers now steadily pumping into you as your hands clutch at her shirt. When she curls her fingers in you at the perfect spot, your hands slip under her shirt, nails digging into her hips and leaving small crescent shapes.

“Wanda,” you sigh out, closing your eyes as you lose yourself in the feeling of her fingers thrusting into you, hitting your g-spot constantly making your hips buck and the way her tongue explored your mouth.

“Are you close Detka?” the tone of her voice dropping an octave as she feels your walls clenching around her. You nod your head frantically, eyes opening to stare into her lust-filled ones. “Come for me,” your moan is muffled by a passionate kiss, body trembling on the marble countertop as you come hard on her fingers like she promised. She works you through your orgasm, murmuring praise against your lips as you try to recover. “That’s my good girl,” you hear her say when you peck her lips, peering up at her with a smile as she pulls out of you. “Was that enough attention for the moment?” she teases, you blushing as you watch her slide her fingers into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she licks them clean of your arousal.

“For the moment,” you shakily say, the throb between your thighs returning at her previous action, “But I might need some more after dinner.” You watch her laugh as she goes to the sink, washing her hands properly and thoroughly before returning to finishing off the food she was making.

“I guess you’ll have to be good-”

“When’s food going to be ready, Sestra?” Pietro calls out, speeding into the kitchen and appearing next to her, peeping over her shoulder to look into the pan. “I’m hungry,” he grumbles, making you laugh as he pulls the same face Wanda does when she’s grumpy and hungry for food.

“I got a little side-tracked, so about another fifteen minutes so it can sit,” she tells him, giving him a look that tells him to not try and argue with her.

“Fine,” he mutters, jumping up onto the countertop with you. “Wait, what did you get side-tracked with?”

[forever-rogue]

If you'd like a request maybe older!eddie with reader who has insomnia? So either she's not getting enough sleep or she keeps waking up every hour and older!eddie who's dealt with it before knows the trick?

AN | Sleepless nights can be the worst. Luckily Eddie always has the answers 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Older!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You stared at the ceiling, trying to pick out shapes in the pale moonlight. You tried to contain your sigh, mindful of the handsome man lying next to you, fast asleep without a worry. His arm was draped across your waist, his face buried in the pillow as he snored lightly. You delicately traced some of the dark ink on his arm, admiring how it contrasted with his pale skin.

"Eddie?" You whispered softly, keeping your voice as quiet as possible. You were almost positive he was asleep but figured it couldn't hurt to try. When he didn't reply and continued sleeping, you slowly started to move out from under his grip. Before sliding completely off the bed, you paused and looked him over to make sure he wasn't disturbed. 

He kept on sleeping, looking almost angelic with his curls spread around him like a halo. You covered him with the duvet before padding out of the bedroom and heading over to the kitchen. You found that your sleepiness nights were getting more frequent and in turn so were your hot chocolate and late night reading sessions. Had it been any other time besides halfway through the night, it might have been a peaceful thing.

Once your hot chocolate was finished, you made your way to the living room, curling up on the couch as you grabbed your current read from the coffee table. You grabbed the soft, dusky pink blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around your body. It was your favorite blanket; Eddie had gotten it for you shortly after you'd moved into his apartment because you were often complaining about being cold. 

You weren't sure how long you'd been sipping on your cocoa and reading when you heard the creak of the floorboards. When you looked up, you found Eddie standing in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You looked at your phone and saw that it was nearing three in the morning, which caused you to scoff slightly.

"What are you doing up, love?" You set your mug down and closed your book before making your way over to him. He yawned before raising an eyebrow in question, "its late, Eddie."

"I could be asking you the same thing, sweetheart," he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly against his warm body. You mumbled something incoherent as you smushed your face into his chest. His soft laughter vibrated as you almost melted into him, "aww, pretty girl. What's wrong?"

“It’s nothing,” you huffed, having to fight back giggles as he picked you up and carried you over the couch, plopping down and sitting you in his lap. You sighed softly as you sat there facing him. He had really become your safe space ever since you’d met him, “really, Ed.”

You put your hands on his face, admiring how pretty he was, only getting better with age. You traced your fingers along his jaw, littered with the day’s stubble before ghosting along his face. His skin was soft and plump - something he attributed to you giving him a five-step skin care routine - with delicate lines around his eyes, nose, and mouth. He claimed he looked like he was an old man, you insisted otherwise. He was handsome, growing even better with the passage of time. You brushed your knuckles along his cheek, but he gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist, bringing your hand to his lips to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

“Pretty girl,” he was singing softly, for your ears only, as he rubbed a hand soothingly up and down your back. Electric chills and shivers ran down your spine as goosebumps welled up all over your skin, “won’t you tell me what’s troubling you? Penny for your thoughts? Let me take away all your troubles and hold them for you.”

You weren’t sure when the tears had welled up, but you felt Eddie gently wipe them away. He leaned in and pressed soft kisses to your cheeks. You nudged your face into his hand and made a small sound that went straight to his heart. It was silent for a few minutes, only the sound of late-night New York traffic interrupting the peace. You’d gotten so used to it over the years that it was almost soothing. 

“There’s nothing wrong per se,” you whispered after a few moments had passed, his chocolate brown eyes searching yours, “I’ve just been having a hard time sleeping lately. And I don’t wanna keep you awake either, so I've been coming out here and reading.”

“And drinking hot chocolate,” he teased, a soft lilt to his voice. You looked at your empty mug and nodded, already feeling better from just having him there with you, “tell me, my queen, how many books have you knocked since you’ve been dealing with these sleepless nights?”

“I don’t wanna…” you couldn’t help the small shriek that escaped your lips as he tickled your side. He was determined to get an answer out of you, and you knew that he’d never take no for an answer, “five! Five! Have mercy, please.”

"Five books?!" He groaned playfully as his head lulled onto the back of the couch, "baby, that's gotta be at least three weeks worth of sleepless nights."

"To be fair, a few of them were short books," you smiled sheepishly as his large, warm hands settled on your hips, "and it hasn't been consecutive nights. So…"

"So…" his mocking was soft and gentle. You could still hear the sigh of concern in his voice nonetheless, "I wish you would have told me instead of dealing with this on your own."

"It's not a big deal, love," you insisted, already knowing full well that Eddie wasn't having it, "I've dealt with much worse back when I was in college."

"So like yesterday?"

"Stop, old man," you stuck your tongue out at him before pressing yourself into him, clinging on like a koala, "you're so busy and doing so much I didn't wanna bother you with something so trivial."

"Nothing about you or that concerns you is trivial," he insisted firmly, a kiss placed to the crown of your head, "got it?"

"Yeah," you loved him. You loved him ridiculous amounts, "I dunno, it's just…life I guess. I can't get my brain to turn off at night."

"I know how that can feel," he'd wrapped his long arms around you, "its rough sometimes. Anything particularly nagging at you?"

"Ugh," yes, was the immediate answer that came to mind. But you couldn't just say that because you knew that it would lead to more questions. Eddie was never one to let things go, especially when it came to those he loved. You swallowed the lump in your throat down, "not really. Just stuff."

"Stuff and things?" He added, chuckling softly when he felt you nod. The man knew there was more to it than that, but he knew it wasn't his place to push. You'd always go to give when you were ready to, "you want to go back to bed and try to get some sleep?"

"Mhmm," you were already getting more tired, lulled and soothed by listening to the steady beating of his heart, along with his soft hands on your skin, "I think so."

"Alright princess," you wrapped your arms and legs as he slowly stood and started heading to the bedroom, "hey - next time you can't sleep, just wake me up, okay?"

"Ed-"

"It wasn't really a question," he grinned when you looked at him with wide, sweet eyes, "its more of a request."

"Okay," you nodded slowly, overwhelmed by the love he always showed you, "love you so much, Eddie."

"I love you too, princess."

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The night after Eddie discovered your little late night rendezvous, you were convinced things would get better. That first night, back in bed and in his arms, you'd been able to find solace in getting a couple hours of sleep.

Despite your best efforts, the bliss didn't last. A few nights later you found yourself unable to fall asleep for hours and then after you'd finally managed to doze off, you weren't able to stay asleep. You'd considered waking Eddie up, just as he'd told you, but he seemed to be dead in his sleep. Despite your best efforts, shaking him and calling his name, he remained asleep.

It was with a heavy sigh and heart that you climbed out of bed and headed into the kitchen. This time, however, as you made your hot chocolate, you decided to take a hot bath to see if that would help. Eddie had just suggested a hot soak with some Epsom salt and bubble bath and you decided that it was better than nothing. 

You tried to be as quiet as possible and by the time you were under the warm water, surrounded by the soft, lavender scented bubbles, your body was finally relaxed. You hoped that would translate to your mind.

You laid there for a while, sipping your hot chocolate and scrolling around on your phone. You'd been so engrossed in what you were doing that you didn't even hear Eddie push open the door and stick his head in.

"Baby."

You almost shrieked in surprise, tossing your phone due to the shock. Luckily Eddie was able to catch it, stepping inside and offering you a sheepish grin; you offered the same look in response. 

"Hey my love," you leaned over the edge of the tub, crossing your arms and resting your head as you looked at him. Eddie sat right down in front of the tub, looking at you with a soft expression, "didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't," he promised, reaching over and brushing a few wet tendrils of hair out of your face, "needed some water and saw the light on. Couldn't sleep again, huh?"

"And couldn't wake you for the life of me-"

"How hard did you try?"

"Enough…" you hid your face, warmth settling all over face, "but not too much."

"I had a feeling," he tutted at you gently before grabbing your scrunched off his wrist and pulling his curls into a bun on top of his head, "got room for one more?"

"Always," you scooted to the side and watched as he undressed, dark ink all over his skin. You took a moment to admire him as he got into the other side of the tub, watching you intently, "don't look at me like that."

"Like what, pretty girl?" He playfully flicked a few bubbles at you, bringing a big smile to your face, "tell me."

"Like…like I'm the best thing in the world," he always looked at you with starry eyes and a reverence that he held only for you. You swallowed thickly before leaning back, "I'm nothing that special."

"You're so wrong," he shook his head, wondering where you'd ever came up with this ridiculous idea. The realization hit him like a tidal wave - you didn't see yourself nearly the same way as he saw you, "is that…is that what's been bothering you?"

"I…" you couldn't even lie. Especially not to him. The tears welled up almost immediately and you tried to blink them back to no avail, "its something like that."

“Oh my lovely girl,” he let out a long breath, not of exasperation and certainly not at you, trying to compose his thoughts, “why didn’t you say anything? You can tell me anything.”

“How can I tell you that I don’t think I’m good enough for you?” your question came out sharper than intended and you could see that Eddie recoiled slightly. You sighed and wiped away the tears that had liberally run down your cheeks. You felt ridiculous, but it seemed like everything was going to come out now and there was no stopping it, “how am I supposed to tell you that I feel so…inferior and unworthy without you trying to convince me otherwise?”

Eddie was quiet for a few moments, mulling over his words. He hated, loathed entirely, the idea that you ever had a moment of doubt that you were good enough for him. The idea was…so asinine that it was shocking. He was to reach for you, but decided against it, letting the soft popping of the bubbles fill the silence between the two of you. You wished he would say something…almost anything at this point. 

Eventually, to your relief he finally spoke up, “you’re right. You’re not saying that to me and not expect me to say something in return. You should know by now that is definitely not my style.”

“Yeah,” a stiff, bitter little laugh escaped your lips, “I know that. You’re so stubborn sometimes but it’s one of the wonderful things about you.”

“It’s one of the things I like about you too,” he eased the tension a little bit by giving your leg a gentle squeeze, “don’t shut me out, please. Talk to me.”

“Eddie…” he was right, it wouldn’t be fair to him to completely shut him out, “I just…you’re you. And I’m just me. I just feel like…I don’t know what you see in me. You’re….everything and I’m just a dumb girl you met in a bar. I feel like you can do better than me and find someone more worthy of you. Someone on your level.”

Eddie waited for you to finish before sitting up and leaning towards you. He wiggled his fingers and motioned for you to lean closer. You took a moment before mirroring his position, making a small sound of surprise when he gently took your face in his hands. He brushed his thumb over your cheek before pressing his lips to your forehead. 

“May I speak my piece now?” he brushed his lips against yours and you nodded softly. He pulled slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. It always felt like he could see right into your soul, “I love you - I am in love with you. It doesn’t matter where or how we met. It doesn’t matter that it was at a bar - it would have been the same if it had been the bookstore or coffee shop or the park, yeah?”

“I guess…”

“C’mon baby, you can do better than that,” he brought a smile to your face as you huffed and give him a more assertive response, “there’s my girl. I don’t think that you’re inferior or anything of the sort? You’re perfect for me. You’re my everything. It doesn’t matter that we’ve had different pasts and I’m a little older, or anything. What matters is what’s in your soft little heart and that we love each other. And you’ve got the best part and I know you love me and I love you. That’s all that matters.” 

“I do,” you agreed softly, a wistful little sigh escaping your lips, “I love you very much.”

“I’m glad to see that we’re on the same page,” when you looked at him you could see that beaming grin on his face. It was pretty, almost too pretty to be fair, and adored it, “I don’t know how to tell you that you mean the world to me, but I hope I can show it. If I’m not showing you that enough than I’m not doing my job right.”

“Stop,” you snorted in amusement, “you’re such a dork, Eddie Munson.”

“Umm, duh,” he offered you a cheeky little wink, “but I’m your dork.”

“Yeah?” your lips had settled into a pout and Eddie wanted nothing more than to kiss it away.

“Always,” he promised, “what got you feeling this way, huh baby?”

“It’s stupid,” you huffed at yourself, reaching for his hand and playing it with both of yours, “I don’t want you to laugh at me.”

“I’m not going to laugh,” he squeezed your hand, “try me.”

“It was weeks ago now,” you bit the inside of your cheek for a moment, “after one of your shows. I was hanging around the bar waiting for you to get down, ‘member? Well, I heard some people talking, they were just gossiping, but I heard them talking about us. That you were great and amazing and all that but that you dating me was basically a joke. That you didn’t really want to be with me, you just wanted me because I’m easy and young.”

“People really don’t know how to mind their business, do they?” the fact that he was taking this so lightly made you feel minutely better. At least he didn’t seem to think their contentions held any weight, “that’s the dumbest shit I’ve heard in a long time.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, more relaxed than you had been in a long while. He shook his head, a few curls falling loose from his bun and framing his face prettily. You reached over and gently twirled one around your finger. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and he pressed a kiss to your hand. 

“Baby,” he looked at you, a serious look on his face, “I’m a part-time rock musician and a full time music teacher. I’m not as cool and rock’n’roll as people like to think. I’m just…a guy. A very average guy. And our age difference is not that huge. You’ve got your own career starting and going on, and you don’t rely on me for anything. I’m lucky you gave me the time of day, honestly.”

“You’re being too much,” you splashed him, causing him to scoff playfully, “just say you’re in love with me and worship me and leave it at that.”

“I’m in love with you, I adore you, and I happily worship at your altar any time of day or night,” he reached for you, hands on your waist as he pulled closer to him so you were sitting on his legs, “my lovely girl.”

“You don’t think I’m just some hoochie that wants your money and sex and conned you into letting me move into your apartment?” you were sure what his answer would be but you still wanted to hear it at the same time. 

“Nah,” he shook his head, “I know it’s because you love me just like I love you. Whatever you want you can have it. What’s mine is yours, you know that.”

“Same,” you grinned at him, “but just so we’re clear, I do want the sex. The rest doesn’t matter. Only you.”

“There’s my girl,” he gave your sides a gentle squeeze, causing you to squirm with ticklishness, “I’m gonna marry one day.”

“Oh really?” you looped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, “is that so?”

“Mhmm,” he pressed big kisses to your cheeks, causing you to giggle, “right when you least expect it. But it’s gonna happen.”

“You continue to surprise me,” you nudged his nose with yours before kissing him softly, “I love you so much, Eddie. Thank you for…this.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he insisted softly, “I just hope that this eases any worries you had. And that now you can actually get some sleep instead of worrying.”

“Me too,” you hugged him tightly, pressing your chest against his, “do you think we can go to bed now?”

“Of course,” he kissed the side of your head, “we can sleep in. But now, you can rest easy. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Eddie.”

[necroromantics]

🪓 — Ticci Toby Appearance

strange boy, loser kid.

- messy dark brown hair, typically styled in a 2000s shag that curls midway down his neck. he rarely cares to cut it short, until it begins to grow over his eyes, mudding his view.

- his eyes are also a dark brown, and doe-like. slightly downturned. when he isn’t glaring holes through everything he looks at, they are soft like a curious puppy born recent to an unknown world. normally, though, they are brooding and sharp.

- he keeps his head down, and his eyes up. a habit of staring. thick, arched eyebrows. tired, tired under-eye bags. he looks as if he’s about to bite somebody’s head off.

- a crooked nose unset from being broken so often. on the bigger side, with a straight tip and high bridge. slightly hawked.

- a sharp jawline, lightly longer face, cauliflower ears. his jaw clicks when he opens it too far due to the reoccurring dislocation. heart shaped face. his mother always insisted he had pinchable cheeks.

- pale skin in the winter, tanned in the summer. his complexion is littered with sunspots and soft blemishes. scars and burns cover his body as to tell tales. besides the deep, jagged gash on the left side of his cheek, he has deep scars on his arms, torso and a couple on his legs.

- his hands and arms are the most scarred, his core being the second most. on his right shoulder he has the slender symbol branded into him. he tends to put his cigarettes out on himself, because finding an ash tray is too much work.

- rough, but soft, calloused hands. his nails are chewed bloody. dirt sits in the cracks of his fingers and under the remains of his nails.

- his height sits at about 5’8, but his poor, lanky posture brings it down to about 5’6. like a turtle his head pushes into his shoulders, back curved and hands remain in his pockets. insecure body language for a boy with such a big ego.

- sleeper build. you wouldn’t expect that kind of strength to come from a boy so small. his arms and abdomen muscles are the most prominent, due to his weapon choice. softly toned, not quite bulky. a happy trail that runs up to his belly button.

- loud voice. goofy, crooked smile. he sometimes covers his mouth when he laughs. expressive with his eyebrows. makes disgusted faces at things a lot. resting bitch face.

- he has a slight speech impediment where he jumbles up and slurs his words, sometimes to the point it sounds like gibberish. in his childhood he never talked much, it was only when tim began making him read outloud did toby begin to grow out of the impediment. to an extent.

- if he’s not wearing his sweater, he’s wearing his sleeveless turtleneck. if hes not wearing that, he’s wearing some baggy, layered clothes you’d find a teenage boy wearing in early 2000s. he never wears any pants but jeans. he never wears any shoes but his converse, despite them being practically ripped to shreds.

- almost always wears gloves. whether thats his fingerless or leather gloves. it helps keep him from biting.

- overall just an average, slightly off-putting looking guy.

[kwimii999]

CC/Mods for Create-A-Sim

CAS room section

Default background (White) Gray UI Sims stand still in cas CAS lightning

CAS mods section

Nraas MasterController Nraas MasterController Integration CAS CC Icons replacements

Skin section

Alternative : Default skin (Blue Sugar Nectar) - Actual : Blue Sugar Nectar Edit by imamii made default by me (PRIVATE) Skintone colors replacement (All + Realistic) Specular map skin replacement No glow skin replacement Face Overlay Replacement

Eyes Section

Default eyes Eye mesh replacements : Elder to Teens + Kids to Toddlers Eyelashes : Elders to Teens + Kids to Toddlers + fix

Hair Section

Hair default replacements : ChazzyBazzy Retextures Eyebrows default replacements : SimpleLife Facial hair default replacements : SimpleLife Favorite Hair Creators : ChazzyBazzy + Poisonfireleafs + Pandelabs

Make-Up Section

Make-up default replacements : SimpleLife Favorite Make-up creators : sourlemonsims + smallsimmer + pleaseputnamhere

Sliders Section - [Needed for my sim dumps or face presets]

Ahmad

Lips : Nose tip height Nose : Middle upper lip width

aWT (All the same link)

Eyes : Eyeball iris size (Requires aWT eyeball mesh) Jaw : Jawline soften, jawline rotate Lips : Upper lip outer curve, upper lip tip width Nose : Nostril rotate

centauri

Lips : arched lips

Gruesim

Eyelashes : All sliders

Heriet

Jawline : Chin to neck

Hermi

Lips : Lip shape [F] + [M]

Hiemal

Nose : greek nose v2 [M]

Jonha (All the same link)

Arm : Arm lenght, shoulder size Body : Chest size, waist size, hip size Butt : Butt size Legs : Thigh size, calf size Neck : Neck size

littlecat

Ear : Earlobe slider

NikSim

Nose : Nose Depth

OneEuroMutt - Link here (Will be properly linked later)

Body : Body height (no toddlers), body width, body depth, shoulder levels Brow : Brow thickness Butt : Butt waist height, butt mass Eyes : Eyes width, eyes stretch Glasses : All sliders Head : Chin width (female) Legs : Thigh size, leg height Lips : Upper lip curve, Nose : Lower nose height, nose tip height, nose tweak, nostrils depth, nose tip width, nostril curve

PiTheInfinite

Facial slider pack I Facial slider pack II

Potato-ballad-sims

Upper neck slider

PuChiHouse (without this slider, my sims will look very different from the pictures and the make-up colors will be off)

Head : smoothfacenormals (What does this slider do ? Answer : here)

Sage

Lips : Upper lip shape

Simtanico

Ear : Ear length Eyes : Eye shape 1 Jaw : Wideset jaw, lower jaw enhancer

semller

Eyes : lower eyelid height

TNS3

Body : Breast height

TUDART

Nose : slider for nose

Thorns

Cheeks : Chiseled cheekbones, hollow upper cheek Eyes : Droopy lower outter eyelid Lips : Mouth corner dimples Nose : Lower nose bridge depth, nostril width, pinched lower nose bridge, septum height, upper nose bridge depth, boxy nose tip, fuller nostrils

TumTum Simolino

Chin : Chin clef

Voices

Nose : Nose bridge bump Lips : Upper lip corners shape

YSStudio

Lips : Thin lower lip Nose : Bride of nose width

whiterider

Lips : Overlip curve v2

Created (24/03/17)

Last updated (24/05/20)

[dontbelasagnax]

Ok fine! You’ve convinced me! I’ll learn how to draw specifically so I can draw codywan kissing, you’ve spread your gospel successfully

…

How do you draw tho fr cuz I can doodle like, funky lookin birds but people is fully out of my depth send help

AAAA HELL YEAHHHH!!!!! LET'S GOOOO!!!!!

You've opened a can of worms asking me for art advice so *cracks knuckles* buckle up.

I sort of (only a little bit) use the Loomis method for easy head drawing. Here is a playlist of YouTube videos by Proko. Highly, highly recommend that channel for your art tutorial needs!

I start with a circle. For side profiles, I draw a line down the side of the circle to determine where the features will sit upon. I draw a triangular shape to mark where the orbital socket is. Around the middle point of the circle is where the jawline ends and the ear begins so draw a line there. There are proportion rules which are good guidelines when starting out in art but since I've been doing this my entire life, I have a feel for things and just wing it. That's to say, I put in a line implying the jaw based on vibes.

Next, I draw the eyebrows and brow ridge. Then the nose. I find I majorly base my proportions on this area so if anything is off, it throws the rest of the face off.

Then I draw the lips and chin... or in Obi-Wan's case, his beard. I will mark in his sideburns and hairline as well. Now, about ears: generally the top of the ear begins right around the top of the eyebrow and stops at the base of the nose. At this point I like to draw his eye, define the cheekbone, and refine the eyebrow. I'll finish scribbling in hair and that's it!

(Cody is much the same but I forgot to take useful progress pics 😂)

Extended Art Advice 👇

Tip #1: Draw lightly. Do not ever grip your pencil tight. This only leads to pain. You will notice I didn't erase at all. This is partly because I know what marks to make because I've done it a million times before and also because my lines are soft enough I can make lots of them and choose to deepen the ones that work.

Tip #2: Practice, practice, practice. Artistic skill is just loads and loads of accumulated knowledge and muscle memory from practice. This sounds boring but, in reality, you should make it fun.

Tip #3: Draw from observation/USE REFERENCE! The only reason I can get away without using reference when I'm feeling lazy is because I've drawn the same things over and over enough times it stuck. Aka I did lots of practice.

Now, to combine all these tips together, let's talk about how to use reference and how to make practice fun.

Reference is a huge aid when drawing at any point in your art journey. But I've found that in order to learn from what you're looking at, you need to think critically.

You obviously have something you want to draw. Reference helps you with that. You'll start out trying to draw what you see. Eventually you will run into an obstacle where you've messed up and things aren't looking good. This is to be expected. Every time this happens, think about what isn't working and find solutions with your reference. Analyze your subject to find your answers. Draw it again. Do not be afraid of failure. Each time you fail, you must look for a solution and this will lead you closer to your goal. This is how you grow as an artist.

I know, it sounds dreadfully boring and like a shit ton of work. It is a lot of work but you can make it fun! You love Obi-Wan and Cody so make Pinterest boards of Ewan McGregor and Temuera Morrison. Whatever you want to practice (may that be eyes, mouths, hands, hair, the face as a whole, etc) draw them. Ever hear tracing is bad? Fuck that. It's a perfectly valid tool to help you learn. If you're drawing digitally, pull up your reference in the art program of your choice, lower the opacity a little, make a new layer and trace what you see. I honestly find tracing to be very hard so when I've done this, I prefer to try to find shapes that will aid me when I'm actually drawing. If you're drawing traditionally, you can print out the photo and trace over it with a tracing paper or use a lightbox. You can also up the brightness on your computer screen and tape a piece of paper and trace that way.

Photos aren't the only references you can use! You can always look to your favorite artists' work and try to figure out how they do it. Often artists will break things down into more easily digestible shapes that will help you better understand how things work. Remember, if you ever copy or trace someone's art, it is for learning purposes only and you shouldn't post it. Feel free to take elements of people's art that you like and put your own spin on it though. For instance: I really love how this one artist draws men's tits so I studied a bunch of their art and now I'm much better at drawing them.

Oh and did you think you only get practice in while studying? Wrong! There's no reason you should shy away from trying to make the art you really want just because your skills aren't the most refined. Spoiler alert: you will grow the most when you push yourself out of your comfort zone. Draw codywan kissing. Draw it really enthusiastically and through profuse swearing and gritted teeth... but never a clenched hand. Don't hold back from the fun stuff just because it's hard. Aim high, land low, and shoot even higher next time.

In the beginning it will be especially frustrating. You'll feel like everything you make is a failure and nothing works out. You'll feel like you're not making any progress. Trust me, you are making progress and I believe in you.

If something really isn't working out and you find yourself growing distressed, take a break. It might last an hour or a week. Just take the break. Don't push it. Come back with fresh eyes and less stress. We all have days where nothing comes out right. Sometimes I can't even draw anything resembling a human face. It's okay. Whisper-yell expletives at your artwork and take the break. It will be okay.

With all that said, happy drawing and even happier codywan kissing!! 🧡💋🩵

[fauustic]

don't cry, my treasure.

soft miguel o'hara x gender-neutral reader drabble

had to write this and get it out of my brain before i post my miguel series..

summary: you accidentally stir miguel awake while you're dealing with insomnia, he decides to take care of you. fluff. comfort.

warnings: brief mentions of previous injuries (fighting crime is serious business!!), just miguel being a silly little thing.. i love sleepy miguel sm.

words: 3k

Sleep came in waves, pushing against the lid of your eyes and taking you away in its current just to spit you back out into reality.

You were always tired, you've realized as you stretched your aching bones and rubbed your swollen cheek– spider suit catching your eye as it was thrown haphazardly on your bedside chair like an afterthought. 

And nightmares, nightmares kept you up like a stalker always two steps behind– waiting, preying on your frazzled mind like a parasite constantly leeching off your sanity. So here you were, grasping at the sleeveless sleep-shirt as it clamped onto your sweat-sleek stomach like a second skin.

Shallow breaths escaped from your trembling lips like you were just dumped into a pool of ice-cold water, spider senses lit aflame with the abrupt, irrational fear stabbed through your heart.

You tried to stay quiet, you didn't want to be any more of a burden when you knew how much your lover struggled through insomniac nights as well– he had just gotten back from countless hours stove away in his dim and dark lab after a few days of power naps and caffeine. Miguel was downright exhausted, snores meeting your ears whenever you'd wake up from a dark turn in the dreams you do have.

But this time was different, as you shied away from his back that you were latched onto like a koala. Your skin peeled off his, and if you were with anyone else you would have thought it was gross. But Miguel loves closeness, the affection you just can't help but give and he takes and takes like a starved man. His muscles on his shoulders rolled and neck cracked as Miguel stirred, a breathy little groan hissing past the fangs he unknowingly had on full display when he shifted on his back– scarlet gaze screwed shut as his hands reached towards your usual spot on your shared bed. The pads of his fingers melted into your hip, little claws kissing the unveiled flesh from the lack of control he had over himself from still ebbing away the sleep hazing his mind.

Your name rolled off his tongue like a blessing, raspy and a bit puzzled; "Everythin' alright?" Miguel slurred, face barely leaving the pillow as his tied-back hair came askew; the little tendrils, that usually would never see the lines on his forehead, brushing against his eyebrow and curling ever so slightly. Call you love-struck, but you swear the curl shaped a little heart. "Miss you so close already," he huffed into the domestic atmosphere, thumb swirling imaginary shapes into the canvas of your skin.

With every month passing by, the intimacy came easier; Miguel's thoughts came and went in the bubble of security you brought him. The clinginess you never would have expected from the man who has the Spider Society at his beck and call rivalled the mimicry of a grizzly bear secretly being a very soft teddy bear. And with you, he was nothing less than a man who acted as if every drop of love you had for him was his last.

It took a long time for him to open up his heart for you to create space for yourself, but as you leaned back into his space to cup your palm into the angle of his jaw– everything felt worth it. Like you belonged here.

"Bad dream." Was all you said, kissing the ridge of his nose like Miguel was the most fragile thing in the world. And he practically became putty in your hands, eyes fluttering open accompanying a subtle frown. Drool pooled at the corner of his mouth, sharp canine peeking through the plush of his lips. Though he looked like he had just woken from hibernation, his features glazed with gentle understanding.

"That's no good," He murmured into your touch like a prayer, sitting up until the duvet pooled in his lap. Miguel hogged most of the bed unintentionally with his almost seven-foot self, the height that had many opposed to him on their knees in angst, but when he sat up and leaned towards your form like a magnet– Miguel was nothing more than a man who worshipped you. "Déjame cuidarte, ¿de acuerdo? (Let me take care of you, okay?)"

Before you even had the mind to protest, he pulled forward until his lips met the damp hair curled against the back of your neck. "Migs, you need rest–" you began but to no avail, he was already adjusting his boxers and shuffling towards your bathroom with a slumped posture. It had your stomach churn with butterflies even after all these months, the sweetness he's learned all over again despite the trauma he's endured leaking into your daily life and becoming something you absolutely adored about him.

Silence enveloped the apartment amidst the sleepy fumbling from within the washroom, flashes of vibrancy peering into the curtains you had against the windows that took up the wall closest to the busiest flow of air traffic. A memory was brought to mind as you peeked through the fabric, met with the city of stars and man-made comets passing by the skyscraper your home is within.

Funnily enough, you had wanted to live in the underground district of Nueva York, finding yourself more enraptured by the architecture that hid machinery and structures that kept the top afloat. But that was before you met Miguel and was thrown into the ring of being a part of the Spider Society– so you just made Miguel come along with your weekly trips to the landmarks hidden away.

"C'mere, muñeco." The fallen angel on your mind interrupted the delicate quiet of your home, calling through the cracked door after a moment of the water running, warmth seeping into the bedroom and tickling the flesh peeking out from your loose-sleepwear. 

When you pushed through the threshold and granted with the presence of Miguel bent over the tub and testing the temperature of the water mumbling to himself, you were already in the process of ripping off your shirt– but you couldn't help but stutter to a halt in a flustered mess when he turned his attention to you– glasses framing his sleepy eyes like a weapon within itself. Breath hitched and sweat coating your palms in lovesick anxiety, you fumbled into the dim light of the washroom.

Clumsily, you bumped your hip into the counter as your shirt finally came off, an uncharacteristic yelp coming from you and surely you expected to meet the cold tile floor until a pair of hands settled on the curves of your hips– claws indenting on the skin barely above his boxers holding into your figure for dear life. 

"Easy now, mi sirenita." Miguel practically cooed into your ear, kissing the shell of it before trailing down the column of your neck– nibbling into the blemished canvas of your clavicle. A faint bite mark etched your skin like oil paint, muddied with purple and red hues. Just as it was fading away, Miguel's lips grazed the dent with admiration before settling his blunt canines into the desired point and biting down. You gasped breathily, heat pooling your cheeks and your knees threatening to give out.

The unspoken desire of his want to care for you was written in your hips when Miguel caressed into where you had hurt yourself from your clumsiness, yet his lack of self restraint was symbolized through the bite just below your neck– very rarely absent without the pierce-marks of fangs. But he wanted to be delicate with you tonight, treat you as one of his most prized possessions when he truly just loved you a little too much. 

Pushing him away with the palm of your hand on his chest, a gentle scold resting on your tired expression like an empty threat. "Ew, Migs. That's too cheesy." You whined, allowing him to slip the briefs from your body before taking your hand in his and leading you to the tub. You sunk down into the sudsy, bubbling water with a splash that had him sighly fondly. Drips of bubbles coated his frames and before he had the chance to wipe them off, your hands wrapped around his neck just to tug him closer to the edge of the tub.

Miguel furrowed his brows at your antics as you kissed his cheek, his hands finding purchase on the edge so he didn't take the risk of slipping into the bubbly water. The thought makes you giggle as his fingers cup the angle of your jaw, calculated and a bit sorrowful. Miguel hated seeing you hurt, so knowing that your miscalculations in a mission with him had a right hook land on your 'good side,' he felt as if he had failed you. Didn't change the fact he pummelled the pesky little anomaly in your honor – but you didn’t miss the misty eyes he held so sadly for you as he patched up your bleeding nose. 

And here he was, kissing the corner of your lips with so much delicacy that you could almost cry.

A faint whimper left his lips as they grazed the sudden wetness dripping down your cheeks, the sleepy look in his eye blanketed with haste concern as he checked your body for any other sores inflicted from the bad feud– and as Miguel’s kisses were met with bubbles and blemished skin, he whispered against your flesh like a saint worshipping their holiness. “No llores, tesoro, por favor no llores.. (Don’t cry, treasure, please don’t cry) Hate seeing that look on your face, can’t stand it.” He breathed into your neck, any care about getting wet was out the window of your apartment when a strangled choke erupted from your throat like a hiccup.

“Just missed you,” You admitted as you shifted into the water that submerged your legs, leaning into his warmth as close as you could. A sniffle had Miguel folding into your damp hair, his own tied-back curls kissing your forehead.

Miguel shuddered, the stoicism he was able to keep up in your presence throughout the daylight behind black sunglasses and a subtle pout in the rare moments where he leaves his lab crumbled the moment he heard you express your craving for him. “I.. missed you too. Shock, I missed you too–” Miguel breathed into your lips, his face angled towards you in a way that ruined everyone else for you. His lashes drooped addictively as you let out a stifled giggle at his lingo he’s never been able to shake. 

“Come join me,” you murmur as you escape his space and instead sink lower into the bathtub. You swear he practically whined, his fang peeking just slightly into your view as Miguel’s face scrunched into displeasure. His bottom lip rolled against the pointy canine, something he was always a bit self-conscious of– but with you it was like he never needed to think that he was anything different.

“You know last time– I could barely even fit in the damn thing,” He complained yet he still stripped off his loose sweatpants nonetheless, shameless as his free hand, middle finger specifically, pushed his frames up with a steadiness that proved alone he was the leader of such a "pretentious" society. Had you mentioned the thought aloud, Miguel's signature frown and deadpan stare would have replaced that sweet look in his eye in an instant. So you just smiled and opened your arms in a warm welcome.

Miguel grunted in response, faux annoyance coating his tone when you could depict the subtle curl of his lips– he was always more than content with himself whenever he was able to get as close to you as possible. You scooted forward to allow some kind of space for him, and soon enough his chest was used as a pillow for the back of your head and your hims were encompassed by his legs, feet dangling from the tub because he was right; Miguel’s stature was never fit any anything deemed for the average person. And Miguel was anything but normal, and he hated himself for that.

You could hear the mumbles of curses that slipped from his tongue when he slipped further into the bubbly water, shoulders hunched and arms resting on the cusp of the tub. It was a tight fit, your back nestled into the heat of his abdomen as his chin rested on the top of your head– and by the way Miguel shifted and oozed with insecurity you could tell your wishes he so easily obliged was backfiring from his poisoned trauma. From the mirror in the washroom, you could see the scrunch of his nose as he laid his glasses aside, atop the lid of the toilet just beside where you two sat intertwined.

Reaching back, you found his hands and clutched onto them as if he was a fading star, gentleness contrasting the explosion rumbling in his throat as his thoughts laced with venom swarmed his very being. It reminded you of the first glances you got of him when you first was recruited to the society, a downcast stare always miles underneath the horizon and a frown that never left his face. But as your fingers found comfort within his bruised knuckles, washing away the tainted sin the moment you brought the bruises to your lips and left fluttering touches– Miguel melted into your bared soul like a stray desperate for love and affection.

To you, you were his food. He feasted on what you gave, that warm feeling that curled into his ribcage and soothed his aching heart and whatever else is rotted in that dark imprisonment. Miguel took and took and took, nestled into your physicality as you ceaselessly gave and gave and gave.

But for you, all you needed to see his eyes blink into reality, grounded by what he was so depraved of growing up. Miguel’s tension left his cheeks, softening as you intertwined your hand into his and the other brushing against the fat of his thigh– squeezing reassuringly. Like a switch was turned on, Miguel devolved into a puddle around you as a huff of relief caressed the shell of your ear.

Miguel’s shins kicked up water, splashing your nose and drenching your nostrils with the scent of bubblegum. And you laughed heartily as his chin met your shoulder– nibbling so softly as if he was chewing the stress from his mind. His arms that once rested on the edge wrapped around the underneath of your arms, cupping your waist before he finally settled his hands on the core of your stomach. His deep breaths filled the silence of the bathroom, and you could practically hear snores before you broke the sweet quietness.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmured into his cheek when you turned towards the chin digging into your shoulder and then you feathered your lips onto the bone of his cheek, “such a pretty thing. My sweet thing.” Praise rolled off that sleepy ooze of warmth inside your heart, and when you felt Miguel shift and his mouth that once formed an “o” contort into an upside down close-lipped smile, you knew you hit gold.

He shook his head in disbelief, breath meeting the nestle of your neck when his cheeks lit aflame and sputtered in broken Spanish. A whimper rumbled against your bare skin, and soon enough purring vibrated your back like a cat knowing it’s being spoken to. “Sabes, eres... eres increíble. Too much, you’re too much. Christ.”

Bubbles popped around the two of you, the lights set on the lowest option so Miguel didn’t develop on one those terrible migraines that pounced the moment he was at his most vulnerable: a rare dinner date he had reserved, making out in the luminescence of his lab’s technological panels, the first time you had spent the night at his own apartment before you had moved in together.

You hummed as he begrudgingly separated his hands from you, only to lather the shampoo you love in between his fingers and starting on your scalp. He was too tender with you tonight, but you needed this treatment more than anything. Your love for him leaked from your pores and intermingled with his muscles, relaxing the both of you without even needing to say anything. But you felt the urge to tell him, to tell him everything on your mind that very moment. Yet, sleep was a fickle thing and you were exhausted, so you only huffed out a whisper before submitting to the skilled massage on your muscles.

“Love you, honey.” You breathed into the domesticity of it all, his claws peeking from the pads of his fingers just the way Miguel knew you liked against your scalp. The purring in his chest only increased tenfold, scooting closer to your back if that was even possible. The both of you hold these memories close to your intertwined hearts, knowing you only had so much time together outside of your shared second lives. You haven’t been able to reassure your feelings for him in quite a few days, and despite not needing to really say your affections aloud– Miguel preferred physicality anyways, you still caught on that vocalizing your feelings for the other had you running laps around his mind every minute and every hour of the day.

He only kissed the back of your head, just upon the mole you didn’t know you had. Without a word, the sudsy kisses trailed further down until it met where your spine began, and he bit down just faintly. 

“I’m so glad I found you,” He murmured into the soap pooling down your shoulders, soft but echoing around in the walls of the bathroom like a promise, a truth that will forever hold its meaning. Within this city of stars, the only celestial he had eyes on were you.

“Te amo, mi tesoro. Te amo mucho, cuidaré de ti para siempre (I will take care of you forever).”

[ghoulangerlee]

hm hm hm what about spread your legs baby from the prompt list with raindrop (they’re forever plaguing me) but another pairing also works if they make you more inspired :3

i've actually never written raindrop before so this will be my first time :) I won't bore you with background lore I've created for my version of Rain but he doesn't speak and I don't generally classify him as mute because of his nature (shark water ghoul). he typically communicates via the bond he has with the others and sometimes body language (he's very expressive).

for ref: rain also has non-human genitalia, though I don't really go into too much detail with this but, it's there :)

content warnings: biting and brief mention of blood, Rain is at the core of everything a predator and he does get a little in his head sometimes.

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With a soft oof, Dew's pushed up against one of the walls in his bedroom, his head falling back as Rain's body cages him in, hands finding purchase on Rain's hips, dragging him in as close as he can.

"Yeah," Dew sighs out, baring his throat to the sting of Rain's teeth, he's not quite fully glamoured anymore, his claws leaving indents in the wall beside Dew's head, his teeth sharp and dangerous--his senses dialed up to the way Dew's pulse hammers heavily, his blood pumping hotly through his veins.

He smells divine, the mixture of Dew's arousal and his blood, just under the surface, just under where Rain's tongue is laving against the side of his throat and it drives Rain a bit crazy, it makes him want to bite until he's able to taste properly.

"Easy there, big guy," Dew says, a little breathless, and Rain realizes he'd been projecting his thoughts a little too far beyond his own mind--he'd been projecting them into Dew's as well, through their bond that's singing with both want and Rain's inherent need to have Dew right now.

He pulls back and for a moment, just mouths over Dew's pulse, a sort of apology, but not really, because seconds later, he introduces teeth again, nipping at the delicate skin until a bruise blooms; his teeth making small bloody indents.

Dew laughs softly, the sound turning into a low, rumbling purr as Rain continues to trail open mouthed, stinging kisses across his collarbone--there'll be marks later, visible, mouth shaped ones that may ooze a little bit of blood if Dew presses too hard, if his clothes rub against them accidentally, but he doesn't mind it--he's proud of the marks Rain leaves behind, the solid claim of his.

Can I?

Rain's voice is loud in his mind, a distortion of sorts and Dew laughs again, his hand leaving Rain's warm skin to grab at his wrist, pulling it down until he can shove it under his shirt, letting Rain's palm spread across the width of his ribs, "Baby, you're being so sweet tonight for someone who wants to mark me up until I'm oozing your scent," he coos, a gasp leaving his mouth when the sharp point of Rain's nails catch against his skin, "'m not going anywhere, you get me however you want me."

Rain noses just under the hinge of Dew's jaw, pressing a soft kiss there before working further up, nosing just under his ear, breathing heavily against his earlobe as he presses another kiss there, his teeth catching just barely as he pulls back to look Dew in the eye, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Oh?" Dew says to the silent question, "Are you going to have me here against the wall then?" he asks, wiggling enticingly under the weight of Rain's body, grinding his hard cock against Rain's thigh.

Rain just purses his lips and leans down to slot their mouths together as the fire ghoul clutches at him again, one hand going to his hair to hold him in place as they kiss.

Dew's tongue accidentally catches against one of Rain's sharp teeth, the taste of blood and brimstone blooming across Rain's senses, his mind going hazy for a moment as he chases it, licking into Dew's mouth, pressing him back into the wall.

Dew's hands push against Rain's shoulders after a few moments, biting at Rain's insistent tongue before turning his head away from the kiss, "Easy," he murmurs with a sigh as Rain mouths an apology against his jaw.

Bed?

Rain's voice once again echoes in Dew's mind and he grins down at him, his teeth sharp and dangerous looking and such a contrast to the somewhat shy look in Rain's eyes, like he hadn't almost lost control from just a small taste of blood. Dew just shakes his head, fond and entirely too in love with him to respond, using Rain's momentary distraction to worm his way away from the wall, pushing at the taller ghoul's shoulders until he's stepping backwards.

"Since you put such a nice image in my mind," Dew teases him, his hands dropping down to rest on Rain's hips again as he guides him backwards, further into the room and away from the wall and the door, all the while Rain burns images of what he wants to do to Dew and what he wants Dew to do to him in his mind.

"Insatiable," Dew murmurs when he's got Rain almost to the bed, backing him up until the backs of his knees are at the edge of the mattress, "You're really pulling out all the stops today, huh?" he asks, rhetorical, even as he can see the way Rain looks satisfied, like he's preening at getting to Dew so easily.

"Horrible," Dew says with no bite to it as he leans up to kiss Rain again, squeezing his waist tightly, projecting his own idea of finger shaped bruises across Rain's hips, telling a story to anyone who'd get a look at them, peeking up over the waist of whatever pants he chooses to wear.

Rain's teeth catch at Dew's lip this time, feeling frenzied for a whole different reason, but it doesn't break the skin, just makes Dew jerk against him and grind into his thigh.

"Enough, enough," Dew mumbles, slides both of his palms up Rain's stomach until they're resting over his chest, skin warm, his heart beating heavily, steadily under them before he pushes, hard, sending Rain sprawling back onto the bed.

And well, Rain is entirely too aroused to do anything other than lay there, stare up at Dew with heavy, glowing eyes as Dew strips his shirt off and unbuttons his jeans, waving a hand at him, "Come on, Rainy, get naked for me, let me see you," he says, wiggling his own jeans down over his hips, along with his underwear.

Rain's eyes are drawn to Dew's dick, curving up against his belly and his mouth waters as he stares, knows that he'd have to ditch the sharp teeth to get his mouth on Dew and thinks, somewhat deliriously that he's not sure he could glamour enough to get rid of his teeth right now.

"Chop, chop, babe," Dew says, breaking him from his thoughts and Rain's quick to scramble his own pants off, fumbling with the button and the zip and pushing them off, bare under them.

A whistle, low and teasing, "Look at you," Dew says as he steps forward to plant a knee on the foot of the bed, "Spread your legs, baby," he murmurs, eyes drawn to where the head of Rain's own cock, shiny with a pearly, translucent substance peeks out from between his slit.

Rain, unable to do anything other than obey does, delighting in the pleased smile on Dew's face, finally climbing onto the bed properly before he crowds his way between Rain's spread thighs.

"Think we should do that thing you mentioned earlier," Dew murmurs, settling back on his knees, wrapping a hand around his cock to steady it as he leans forward, nudging the head of his cock against Rain's.

Almost immediately, Rain projects the image of Dew fucking into his slit, just the tip of his cock pushing past it, a tight fit with his own snug inside there already, barely peeking out whenever Dew pulls out just enough to thrust back in.

"Yeah," Dew says, breathless, "That one."

In his mind, Dew hears musical laughter and Rain's hands cupping the side of his face as he sits up a bit, pulling him into another, deep and all encompassing kiss.

[eruverse]

How I picture Ivan Braginsky would look.

Hair is wavy, curls right at the end, and is blond. Has slightly more ashy and yellow tone than straight platinum.

Below those fringes is a large forehead

The big nose is a must!! Is staple! He is still handsome with it!! Large, crooked (part of it is from physical damage, so the structure inside is also quite screwed), and quite wide at the base.

His eyebrows are quite thin and his eyelashes long and blond.

His eyes are lilac but because I’m a fan of Hetalia characters having natural looks, I usually say the lilac looks blue quite a lot.

Eyesight is good but not perfect perfect.

Large eyes, deep set, downturned and a bit hooded. He used to be such bright round eyed child but as an adult he has more of an exhausted look.

Because his eyes are so deeply embedded into the skull, he has prominent eyebags.

His mouth is wide. His lips thin, with cupid’s bow a bit prominent.

Smallish teeth but sharpish fangs.

His jaws are mix of soft and hard. The chin is strong and pronounced, but soft at the side.

Overall face shape is long but roundish. His cheeks are full.

Prominent cheekbones but are hidden under the roundness of the cheeks.

His face is large. His head large. His body large. Everything is large.

Actually has freckles but so mild and few you don’t even notice them exist.

His ears are largeish and sticking out, but hidden under hair. Detached earlobes but it’s a half attached look.