#really liked to play around with the colors here

[wizard-of-interesting-failure]

"I don't understand. Why isn't he getting up?"

"Wh- you killed him!"

"Don't be silly, death isn't real."

"You cast Finger of Death!"

"I cast Lightning Bolt too; they name spells after fake shit all the time."

"Lightning is real too!!"

"Oh come on. Next you'll be telling me color is a thing."

"...have you ever actually been outside this cavern?"

"What's a cavern?"

"It's where we are right now!"

"Odd name for it, but yes, of course I have. Been this way, that way, through there is a lovely group of giant spiders..."

"We, ah. Might have killed those on our way here."

"Don't be silly, death isn't real."

"...right. Where do you think we came from?"

"Eh, somewhere. Weird shit shows up all the time."

"I-"

"Oh! Your friend there startled me and it totally slipped my mind; would you care for some tea? I don't drink it myself, but I keep some on hand for guests."

"...okay, listen. These are the Caverns of Chaos. Everything in here is self-replenishing. The prevailing theory was that they existed to protect a central chamber. We've spent weeks down here slogging through unimaginable horrors to make it there and you're going to, what, play dumb?"

"Okay now you're just being rude. I am not dumb! There might not be much to do around here, but I do my best to keep my mind sharp. I'd like to see you figure out as much as I have about the ever-shifting layout of the world!"

"We did! That's how we got here! Have you never tried scrying the outside?"

"Scrying spells are some sort of prank, best I can tell; they never seem to do anything except give me a headache."

"Cast one up."

"I don't really want to give myself a-"

"Just do it! At least 2000 meters."

"Alright, but I don't see...what..."

"..."

"...colors?"

"Yeah, the whole dungeon is monochrome for some reason, we think-"

"Lightning?"

"Well, if there's a storm, I suppose-"

"Death?"

"...death?"

"There's...more like your friend."

"What do you mean-"

"Why aren't they moving?"

"I don't-"

"I'm moving. I can move. See? They look like me. Why aren't they moving?"

"They're- there are skeletons? We just came from-"

"Am I going to stop moving?"

"No, you-"

"Why isn't your friend moving?"

"..."

"...he's...'dead'. Isn't he. I 'killed' him."

"...listen, just calm down, we can-"

"Oh, yes, of course! I could never figure out what these spells for making 'un-dead' were for, but they must be for fixing this! I'll just-"

"NO!"

"But he's-"

"We're handling it!"

"No you're not! Whatever you're doing, it's not working."

"How can you-"

"You're trying to draw power from something that's not there. I've done it a few times, don't feel bad, it's a common mistake."

"I'm drawing power from my goddess! There's no way she's..."

"What is a goddess? Is it that little symbol you're carrying around? It doesn't seem to have any power in it."

"...it...why can't I feel her?"

"Just let me do it, I can-"

"We're not letting you turn Steve into some kind of undead abomination!"

"Wh- but he wasn't dead before!"

"He was alive, you stupid thing!"

"Right, not dead. Un-dead. I'll just make him un-dead again and then we can..."

"Why has she forsaken me?"

"We can..."

"Why won't she answer??"

"Color...lightning...death..."

audible weeping

"They're like me...why aren't they moving?"

"It's probably just the Caves messing with the divine connection, we should-"

"Should I not be moving?"

extended wailing

"Is un-dead not like 'alive'?"

"Listen, I know we didn't have this problem before, but-"

"Is there something wrong with being un-dead?"

"OF COURSE THERE IS, YOU STUPID UNDEAD THING! STEVE IS DEAD, THE GODDESS WON'T LISTEN TO ME, AND YOU'RE JUST...just..."

"...just what?"

"..."

"What am I?"

"..."

"WHAT AM I???"

the cavern shakes

"Listen, just calm down, we'll-"

"Why is he dead? Why are they all dead?"

"All wh-"

"The ones you made me scry on!"

"Oh my god, we forgot about-"

"Why aren't they moving??"

"We don't know! What else did you see?"

"Colors, lightning, death..."

"What else??"

"Colors, lightning, death..."

the lich collapses into a fetal position, rocking back and forth

"Listen, this is important, you need to-"

someone attempts to shake the lich. A sudden pulse of darkness slams them into the opposite wall.

"Colors, lightning, death..."

"Just calm down, we can-"

"GODDESS? WHERE ARE YOU??"

"Colors, lightning, death..."

the party leader buries her face in her hands. The healer weeps and wails. The lich, seemingly catatonic, continues mumbling to himself. This goes on for a while.

"..."

"Right. Okay. That's enough of this. We're taking Steve's body and leaving. We wouldn't have a chance against a lich in this state anyway. Keep trying to revive him as we go, we'll-"

"...lich?"

"Yes, yes, you don't know anything about anything, it's very funny, har har, we're done here. Go back to giving yourself headaches or whatever it is you do all day."

"I'm coming with you."

"...what?"

"You know what I am. You know about places that aren't 'caverns'. You know about colors, lightning, and death. I need to come with you."

"No offence, buddy, but you don't exactly seem like adventuring material."

"Please! Don't you need to find out why all those people are...'dead'? I can speak with dead, I guess, if it's a real thing."

"..."

"We are not taking this THING that killed Steve with us!"

"...we probably are going to need help with whatever is going on up there."

"He might be lying!"

the party leader gestures at the utterly guileless lich. The healer turns away.

"...fine."

"Thank you."

"Just...keep him away from me."

The party improvises a stretcher as the lich gathers up his meager possessions. A thick silence reigns as the group shuffles out the only exit, the lich awkwardly following at a distance.

"Wait, I forgot my maps-"

"We'll be fine. Just stay back there, okay? You've caused enough trouble for one day."

Nodding hesitantly, the lich steps over the threshold, leaving his cavern for the last time.

It turns out that the lich the adventurers had been hired to slay had never actually killed anyone before until the impulsive paladin of the group swung first. Now, as the healer tries to revive them, the rest have to calm the ancient undead mage down from what is undeniably a panic attack.

[hitomisuzuya]

Hiii! hope you're doing well❣️

In some recent fic you mentioned scara having a bit of separation anxiety and now i cant unsee it...

Id like to request a very fluffy and a little angsty fic (some nsfw is ok too ^^) where he's been away from us, and since he feels down we make a surprise visit 🥹

I hope it wasnt too confusing...

scaramouche x fem!reader. fluff. some angst. some smut.

this request🥰 i hope the level of smut is okay.

scaramouche hates being away from you like he hates sweets. he loathes it. he despises it. you are what makes the world look a little less gray to him. it makes him very anxious being away from you.

a selfish part of him feels a little resentful for a moment at how nice you are. you'd gone away to help a friend as moral support for a few days. he understood that. he likes how disgustingly caring you are, but why did you have to always go and be so nice all the time?

if you had just said no, and not been so nice then you could be here with him instead. and he wouldn't be in his incredibly foul mood.

sighing, he picks up his phone and looks at the time restlessly. it was already so late, and you no doubt would be asleep. he decided to try and mess around on his phone in an attempt to take his mind off his anxiety.

these attempts usually are to no avail. anything he did, he couldn't stop thinking about you. how much he misses you and wishes you are here with him. he couldn't even play video games because it just wasn't the same without you. you wouldn't be there next to him praising him and calling him amazing when he did well. or encouraging him when he got pissy about something in the game.

he settled on reading your text messages. it was a little comfort to him because those typed words had come from you, your fingers had done the typing and your thoughts had put the words together. however, reading them just made him miss you more.

scoffing, scaramouuche rests his head back against the wall, tossing his phone on his bed next to him. he cringes for a moment thinking it was going to bounce off the bed and on to the floor.

the absolute last thing he needs is to break his phone. then he wouldn't be able to talk to you at all.

relived to see that it hadn't clattered to the floor, he let the quiet of his room settle around him. maybe he turned on the tv and left it at a low volume he would be able to fall asleep eventually? he supposes the sooner he falls asleep, the sooner he can wake up to a good morning text message from you.

he freezes as his phone vibrates. hastily, he grabs it and almost couldn't believe what he read. it is a text from you that says: 'can you come let me in? it's kind of really cold out here🥺'

"shit!" he hissed, and practically fell getting out of bed. he scrambled downstairs and to the front door. were you really here?! life had better pray it wasn't fucking with him. that this wasn't some dream he was having. did he fall asleep without realizing it?

he unlocked and opened the door. there you were, standing there while snowflakes swirled around you. there was only one way he could be sure that this was real.

he grabs your wrist and pulls you to him. wrapping his arms around you, he kicks the front door closed and is immediately greeted with the relief that he could feel the warmth of your body on his as your body settles against him.

his arms tighten around you. you are actually here.

"i missed you," you greet, putting your arms around him. "i pulled some strings and came back early," you nuzzle your cheek on his chest. you didn't like being away from him, either.

"i knew you couldn't stay away from me," he teases, smirking as he watches the cute, flustered blush color your cheeks. as vulnerable as he feels, he is also more than a little scared you would see him as weak.

"i couldn't," you reply, smiling softly up at him. you always miss him just as much as he misses you. chuckling, put his finger under your chin and tilts your head up.

the moment that your lips met his, he knows he doesn't have to be scared of you seeing him this vulnerable. you understood him. you are patient with him. you are entirely accepting of his many quirks. you miss him. nobody ever misses him.

but he could feel it in your kiss. in the way you sweetly open your mouth for his tongue. in the way you shiver in his arms as he runs the tip of his tongue on the sensitive roof of your mouth. in the way you moan softly as he deepens the kiss, his hands wandering on your body.

scaramouche fully intended to pin you against the wall of the hallway and start taking off your clothes while he kissed you, but your hand dips down between his legs to cup his erection outside his jeans. he groans as you palm and rub his cock, feeling his back rest against the wall.

it didn't help that some of your text messages to him had been very dirty. scaramouche knew he could just jack off, but that wouldn't cut it. it would only make his cock ache more, and he would miss you even more. he needed you. so so badly.

it's been really, really rough for him.

"let me take care of you now, scara," you said, your lips hovering over his as you unbutton his jeans. he shudders as you free his cock from his confines, and wrap your hand around it. you pump your hand up and down on his pulsing cock, rnassaging your thumb on his leaking cockhead.

a loud moan sounds from scaramouche as he rests his head against the wall, rutting into your hand. it felt so fucking good on his cock that it was overwhelming for him. you brush your knuckles over the vein that bulges to the surface.

"oh fuck, i missed you. i missed you so fucking much," his moan is tinged with a soft whimper, his cock throbbing in your hand. putting a hand on the back of your head, he kisses you. tangling his fingers in your hair, his teeth bit at your lips, his tongue curling and gliding against yours.

his lips linger on yours for as long as they could before scaramouche suddenly tore his mouth from yours. he couldn't stop the string of loud moans that tore from his throat as you increase the pace of your hand.

"oh fuck," he hisses, rutting more urgently into your hand. you gently twist your hand, squeezing his cock in anyway that made him see stars. he shakes as cum spurts into your hand.

"i'm really glad you are back," he moans shakily, losing himself in the pure bliss of your hand stroking his cock through his orgasm.

"like i said, darling," you press a soft kiss on his lips, "i just couldn't stay away."

[mechncheese]

your designs are so peak! dyou think youd be willing to share some of your process for how you develop the looks you make?

Sure thing ! I'll take you on a journey into my mind's eye

Long text post ahead in case anyone's interested in my designing process

I start off with references-- lots of references. I pull inspiration from more than one iteration for a character ! For Brainstorm specifically I took the most inspiration from IDW Brainstorm with aspects from G1 like his darker/greener color.

Red Alert's darker color palette is also based on the TFA design with heavy IDW influence. First Aid's little doctor's coat was inspired by the Bayverse Crosshair's coat. Ratchet's design is based on his Prime, G1, IDW, and Cyberverse iterations but I took the most inspiration from his Prime design (I think Prime Ratchet is also my favorite Ratchet so I might be biased)

Before I begin designing anything, I map out the character's silhouette, it gives me a feel for the shapes I want and how they'd stand out in a lineup. Here's Wheeljack for an example.

Then I start the first draft/sketch. I just draw on top of the silhouette and adjust as I go, I'm mostly going based on what feels right to me.

Since a lot of the bots I was working with had White and Red color palettes I had to use different accent colors to break it up and I wanted to emphasize their shape language. I try to keep things from blurring together too much. I also used various off-white colors (it's very subtle) and different shades of red.

I also pull inspiration from figurines/model kits from gundams specifically-- honestly I do this mostly for the legs, I struggle a lot with making the legs look right so I look at Gundam legs for references on knee articulations and the ankles.

a lot of it is trial and error and it usually takes me more than one attempt before finalizing a design. Let me show you the monster that is my first Brainstorm attempt.

Good fucking god I have no idea what the hell I was thinking, literally the first thing I said to myself as I was finishing this was "Oh my god he is UGLY, I cannot keep him like that" he was not working out so I went back to the drawing board and worked small.

Here was my second draft of Brainstorm, I was thinking about his personality as I was working on him which I think helped a lot. Chaotically natured, I incorporated a lot of sharp shapes and I darkened his color palette to a sea green to let the red and yellow/orange accents stand out. It also emphasizes his more sinister personality while the broad yellow-accented shoulders paired with the extra red accents kind of give him this "show-off" and "full of himself" vibe.

My previous mistake was that the blue was far too bright and the orange and red were just clashing too much. Also his wings being flat against his back just did not fit him. I think I was too afraid to break to mold with Brainstorm-- Like there was this line between "This is not Brainstorm enough" or "This is too far from being Brainstorm" and then I remembered his very wise words

Then I just started to get adventurous and experimental and bam, we have Science AU Brainstorm. The major takeaway from this is don't be afraid to get wild with your designs.

In contrast, Since Prowl and Brainstorm will be seen around each other a lot, I kept Prowl's design less flashy and his palette limited, pulling heavily from IDW Prowl. It also fits his personality, he's much more serious and orderly. So when they're seen in the same drawing, there's this nice design compliment between Brainstorm and Prowl.

Another oopsies I did was initial First Aid attempt where I made his accent color orange for some reason. It looked really bad and I ended up changing it to blue which worked a lot better.

But yeah ! That's my general design process ! Play around, have fun and don't be afraid to get experimental and try some new things for designs !

[vanillebunny]

Heyyy I saw you’re taking request so here’s a fun one! Can I request a hurt/comfort Thanos x reader post games fic? A soft reunión if you will! Obviously an AU where either the X votes win OR where Thanos actually survives his supposed death and gets out. I’m thinking he and the reader got super close during the games but completed lost track of each other afterwards. And one day they just do happen to reunite ☺️

a/n: hi anon!! thank u so much for requesting!! i keep rewatching squid game js for thanos i have a problem

warnings: light drug use, mentions of addiction, i think thats it but please tell me if i missed something!

you don't know how you got into this mess, how you managed to get into a deal so bad that it put you in deep debt. which brought you here, with all these people. in green tracksuits, all of them reduced to a number rather than a name

'it's okay, i'll play a few games, get my money and finally get back to my life' you think to yourself, fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket as you look around nervously. you don't know what this was, some form of pyramid scheme--gambling den? whatever it was, it didn't exactly bring ease to your mind

you're startled by the sudden sound of someone behind you, tapping your shoulder. you look back and see a man with purple hair, smiling like an idiot. you furrow your eyebrows, who the hell was this guy?

"seniorita excuse me" he says and smirks, "couldn't help but see you over here, all nervous--please, i know i'm too hot to handle but im sure.." he trails off and looks over you once, twice, before looking back at your face, "you can handle it" he says and you raise your eyebrows, repulsed by his actions. you back away

"who the hell are you?" you say, grossed out by this clearly overly confident guy

"im a legend!" he says and makes a little pose with his hands, "thanos." he says and wiggles his fingers, showing off the different colors of each nails

"thanos?" you scoff, "as in...that guy from the movies?" you say and he nods, wiggling his fingers even more to really emphasize the so called infinity stone colored nails

"don't worry seniorita! i have all the power in the world to protect you from these demons!" he says and surrounds you, looking at the people around you exaggeratedly, all of whom don't even spare him a second glance, clearly busy with their own problems

"uh...yeah thanks. im okay" you say and begin to walk away, to the crowd where everyone was listening to the instructions and such.

soon, you were all in the large sandy field, spreading out to begin the game. red light, green light they said. all of this just seemed...too easy. there has to be some catch, there's no way you play some child's game and walk out with billions of won

when you go around and take your place, you can hear running, and you look behind you to see none other than that same purple haired freak that was desperately trying to reach you. you roll your eyes and turn away but he was quick to get beside you

"phew! thought i wasn't gonna get to you in time" he says, as if it you two planned to be playing together or something, "don't worry, we'll play these games together--then you, me, billions of won in our hands. you think our kids would be proud of their appa for protecting their eomma and making sure she wins too?" he says and you just raise a brow, huh?

"who said we're playing together?" you say and begin to move away but to your luck, the game begins, and you have no choice but to stay frozen in place. where, thanos was right beside you, smiling triumphantly at the fact that you were still here

as the game begins, the players all seem to be moving calmly, nobody had lost till now. and it was all very relaxed, huh, maybe this wasn't as bad as you thought

but your relaxation went as quickly as it had come. a woman, not too far ahead of you, had a bee fly on her neck. a man beside her informed her about it and she--like any other person, panicked and moved, making her the first loser.

like in any other game, if someone lost they leave the game. so everyone expected her to just walk out, but as soon as she moved, a loud shot was heard. and you froze, the sight of her, falling to the ground--bullet to her head with blood already beginning to pool, you panicked.

what the hell was this? you knew this wasn't right! you knew there was a catch--but this? your heart raced, barely able to hear anyone with you. you watched helplessly as people began running and screaming, each one who moves an inch dies instantly by the shots firing from the sky.

you ran with every inch of strength you had, and just as the giant robotic doll stopped singing, you stopped. a tear streaming down your cheek, but you were too slow to realize--you were about to fall right when she turns her head.

you closed your eyes, accepting your fate. but somehow, you feel yourself still. you open your eyes, your chest heaving, you look down, seeing a pair of feet right beside you, probably the person holding you up

"don't move...okay? i got you" you hear the person say and you instantly know who it is, the same purple haired weirdo that had been trying to flirt with you earlier. his voice is...different though. it's not as cocky as it was before, you could hear a slight tremor, he's probably just as scared as you are

"th...thank you" you whisper out with tears streaming down your cheeks, the two of you continued on. holding on to each other as the game kept going, as soon as you finally reached the finish line, you hugged him tightly.

"thank you...thank you so much" you cry softly, so grateful. you thought he was just another guy that would probably let you die if it meant he wins, but to your surprise he wasnt.

he was a bit taken back by the sudden hug, but hugged you back. "i told you ill make sure you win too didn't i?" he says and you two pull away, and you smile half heartedly. annoyed by the reminder of his remark earlier, but still grateful. "i think it would be...kind of a bad story if i tell our kids i let their eomma die" he says and you shake your head, annoyed

soon, everyone was sitting in the room silently. not a single person was speaking, everyone was quiet. processing what they had just been through. you could see everyone had splashes of blood on them, probably from the people that have been shot around them. you sat alone, till you see thanos come and sit beside you

he's definitely not as scared as he was before, more hyper and aware of things. you could see him unable to sit still, sitting beside you while singing something to himself. he looks at you and grins, "im a kind man! ill share" he says and opens his cross necklace, which was fully supplied with candy. clearly not just any candy and probably the thing making him so hyper

you raise a brow and shake your head, you've been on that road before, it's what got you here. you'd rather not. "thank you...no. not again..." you mutter the last part to yourself, and he slows down his movements, noticing the distant look on your face.

"you try?" he says and you just nod, more to yourself than him.

"you don't wanna get too hopped up on that stuff...it's..not pretty" you say and he instantly closes his necklace, and kind of...just looks ahead, thinking.

soon, the guards come and everyone panics, some people crying and begging for them to spare their life. but the guards just stand there, trying to explain that that's not what's happening. one of the players, 456, suggests the idea that there should be a vote. you look at thanos for a moment

"are you...staying?" you say and he just nods, "i need to! im a legend yknow, this stuff is easy! can't go without my money" he says and you just look down. but he quiets down, "uh...are you?"

you quickly shake your head, "no--no i just...i want to go home." you say and get up to get in line for the vote, and he just follows you.

you vote for x, and go with the group, people cheering for you. thanos was right after you, and you can see him hesitate for a moment. his friend, can be heard telling him to keep playing. but he glances at you, just for a second, and presses x.

why would he do that? but he was in debt, he needs it way more than you do

after that, you woke up in the street. it was all a quick blur, as soon as the votes were counted up. the x votes more than the o. everything fades and you were alone in the street, tied up loosely with your clothes in a pile beside you. you managed to knaw the rope loose, and untied your legs, getting dressed.

the days went by quickly. you don't know what you were doing, but something just felt...wrong. not the games of course, never that. you'd rather die than play them again...but you die in the games too so its not really a good analogy. but anyway, it was just something. you were back on your own, without anyone, as it always was.

and you never did mind. you were used to it, so why was it...so strange now? so wrong?

you roamed the streets of korea, just lost in a daze, not really wondering where you're going. till you reach the arcade that was in the alley, you walk in and bump into someone

"hey! don't you--" the person's voice quickly came to a halt when they looked at you, you looked at them. it was none other than thanos. thanos! you don't know why, or how--but that feeling you've been going through ever since you managed to get out of the games, it was completely gone now.

the two of you looked at each other for a long time, before he smiles. "seniorita! i thought i'd never see you again!" he smiles and jumps around like an idiot. you should be weirded out, leaving and saying you don't want to see this freak again. but you don't. you stay and actually smile back

"this is great! now i have a partner to play with, les gooo!" he says and drags you along with him into the arcade without even giving you a chance to respond. the two of you had spent that time together, playing games and it was actually fun. for the first time you were...enjoying yourself

soon, you were both some convenience store nearby, eating ramen and laughing about how you both suck so bad at playing.

after a while it had grown quiet, and you wanted to just ask.

"...why did you vote x...when we were in the games?" you say and he just kind of looks away for a moment before looking back at you

"well!" he begins, trying to sound cocky, but you can tell he's just putting up a facade, "can't have the future eomma of my kids get hurt now, can i? to not be able...to go home" he says and just looks down, mixing in his ramen

you just look at him for a moment, its all so quiet. he was a freak, a weirdo when you met him. you said to yourself that this guy was clearly another junkie, some asshole thinking hes a big flirt. but right now...all you saw was just...thanos. hes just thanos.

"thank you thanos..." you say, just looking at him, and he stops mixing and looks at you, his cocky expression fading.

"choi su bong...my name...is choi su bong. thanos is just for...the ones i keep at a distance" he mutters and looks down, his hands--as if trying to reach for his cross necklace again, but you can hear him sigh when he realizes its not there

"did you lose it?" you ask and he shakes his head

"no...im not on that stuff anymore. well im trying at least." he says and you're surprised, you're pretty sure just a few days ago he was offering you a full stock.

"why's that?' you ask and he just looks back at you

"it's not pretty" he says, repeating your exact words. "well..still a long way to go but im starting" he says and nods to himself and you just smile

"you can do it...i know you can" you say and--mentally facepalm at what you're about to do, but you don't care that much. you hold up your hands and make the exact same pose he made to you when you were at the games, "you're a legend, thanos! this is easy" you say and he just chuckles at your attempt to imitate him

"yeah well i got you with me seniorita" he says softly, but quickly returns to his cocky expression, "im unstoppable now!"

you don't know what this was exactly. but whatever it is...you were happy with it

[aliwritex]

Hellooo!✨ can I ask you for more car quickie pleaaaasee with Franco?🤭

franco thoughts: fucking in the car again 18+ 1.7k

notes: but this time he’s kinda subby and reader is mean. warnings: whiny franco, ruined orgasm, oral (f rec) finger sucking, pretty doe eyes.

“So, what do you think?” he asked you after giving you a full tour of the apartment.

“It’s nice, I don’t love the colors but it’s really nice. Are you thinking of buying it?”

“I already did. Well, kinda, it’s not mine yet, still going through the process” he turned to face you “do you actually like it?”

“I do, think it’s nice you got a place here, important, since you like being with your family.”

“I thought so too”

You walked to the kitchen counter, leaning against it and he followed, wrapping his arms around your waist. His face was buried on your neck, lips kissing your exposed shoulder as his hands lowered to the back of your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you asked when he lifted you to sit on the counter.

Your hands grabbed his face, he looked up at you with big dumb doe eyes and turned to bite playfully at your hand. He shook his head to make your hands fall to his shoulders so he could nudge at your neck again. You smiled at the kisses, loving the way his hair was brushing against your face. His hands then made their way up your legs, under your dress, caressing your thighs till his thumbs were brushing your underwear.

“Uh-uh” you shook your head and pushed his hands away.

“What? Why?”

You watched him frown and took his face in your hands again, brushing his cheek, “didn’t you just say that the place is not yours yet?” he nodded, looking down but you lifted his chin, his eyes meeting yours again “and does that mean that someone else still owns keys?”

“But they’re not coming in here, why would they?”

“No, baby, let’s go home” you told him, slipping down from the counter.

“Please” he whined.

“I said no, Franco. Let’s go” your rougher tone shook the man, he didn’t mean to be rude, usually you would give in if he asked nicely.

You were already out the door when he finally came back to his senses so he followed out, meeting you by the elevator. You let him take your hand as you stepped in and he rested his head on your shoulder.

“‘M sorry” he mumbled, pressing his head against you.

“It’s fine”

You walked out of the building together, with your hands tied but Franco still felt bad. He didn’t say anything as you got in the car or as he started driving but you caught up to his strange behavior.

“Fran,” you reached out to take his hand in yours, taking to your mouth to kiss it, “it’s fine. I didn’t mean to sound rude.”

“You called me by my name”

“I’m sorry, baby.” you told him playing with his hand on your lap, “I just didn’t want to do anything, there” your tone changed as you said the last word.

“There?” you nodded “So, home?”

“I don’t know, we have to be pretty quiet there, don’t we?” you teased, placing his hand on your upper thigh.

“Want me to find somewhere to park?”

“Aren’t you smart?”

Franco thought for a second to remember somewhere safe to park. He went through a few sketchy streets before parking.

“Same as last time? Aren’t you afraid someone will catch up?” you asked as you undid your seatbelt.

“No one comes here, I swear” he explained almost desperately.

You chuckled at him and climbed into the back seat, making sure that your ass would be right on his face as you did.

“Are you gonna show me how sorry you are?”

Franco nodded eagerly, jumping into the backseat with you, a little less gracefully. You moved till your back was resting against the door to make space for him. Your hand reached for his face, making him look at you, your eyes examined his faces for a second, his big eyes, pretty curls and parted lips – you couldn’t help but push your thumb past them.

He sucked on it, looking into your eyes till you pulled away to kiss him. He was basically laying on top of you as you kissed, hands digging into your sides to hold himself up.

You let your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as you made out, tongues and lips lazily brushing and pressing against each other’s. He took his hand under your dress, finger hooking on the side of your underwear and playing with it.

“Can I take this off? Please?”

You nodded slowly and watched him kneel on the seat to drag your underwear down your legs. He tried his best to get comfortable between your legs but it was impossible, he didn’t mind though – he had your legs around his head, he would be fine.

You pulled him by the hair, your nails scratching his scalp as your fingers tangled in the curls. You kissed him again and he moaned into your mouth when you tugged on his locks. You took a good look at him, he looked angelic, eager to please, almost innocent and so fucking hot.

“Make me feel good, yeah? Need you to touch me” you whispered.

Franco pushed your dress up, out of his way before wrapping his arms under your legs, pulling you closer to his face. He started kissing your thighs, the sides leading up to your middle, his hair tickling your skin. You never looked away from him as he started to pleasure you, licking along your folds before kissing your hole and your clit.

You smiled when he started working on you, tongue and lips exploring your cunt. His fingers joined, dancing around your folds before pressing against your hole. You moaned at the penetration, feeling his fingers work their way into you. Your hand dropped to his head, grabbing his hair again, it made him look at you. His eyes weren’t as wide now,they were dark, lids heavy like he was drunk on you.

“So fucking pretty” you whispered

He curled his fingers up as you looked at him, waiting to watch your reaction. It made you clench around them, and tug on his hair harshly to make him regret teasing you but it only turned him on more. He moaned into you, sending vibrations to your skin.

You pushed your hips forward, making him work harder, lips sucking on your clit while his fingers curled up at a fast pace. Moans were leaving your mouth nonstop, the windows already fogging up around you.

Franco knew you were close, he always did, your legs would shake, your core tense up and your hands would always search for something to grab, usually his hair. You were tugging on it like you were trying to pull it all out and it made his cock twitch in his shorts.

He couldn’t help but moan too when you came, your cunt gripping his fingers so hard and your legs closing around his head as he looked up to watch your chest move up and down from your heavy breathing.

He only knelt back up after making sure you were down from your high. You watched him wait for instructions, knowing you were in a mood to boss him around, so you took his wet fingers and guided them to his own mouth.

“Come on, clean them up” you said and watched him sigh.

You made him brush the fingers on his pretty pouty lips before pushing past them. He gave you a peak of how his tongue danced around the fingers before he closed his lips and it drove you insane. He made a show out of it too, moaning and moving his head around his own fingers, teasing till you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Sit down”

Franco didn’t hesitate for a second, moving from between your legs to sit properly. He watched you sit up too, still sucking his fingers as you unbuttoned his shorts. Your mouth was salivating when you pulled him out of his boxers, but you only teased his tip with a kiss, you knew he wouldn’t last long.

You moved to straddle him, moving your hips back and forth against his tip before sinking down on it. He took both of his hands down to your ass but you quickly stopped him, taking them in yours.

“Keep sucking them” you told him, guiding his fingers back into his mouth. You both hummed when he took them.

You didn’t want any help to move on him, you wanted to send him over the edge quickly, embarrassingly so, humiliate him a bit, show him just how good you could fuck him.

So you went hard. You were bouncing on him, your cunt swallowing him smoothly with every movement. All he wanted to do was grab your tits or have them in his mouth, but you held his hands, one to his mouth and the other down on your thigh.

“Mi amor, porfa” he whined around his own fingers before you pulled them out of his mouth, pressing both of his hands down to the seat, next to his shoulders.

“What is it, Franco?”

“Slow down, please” his voice would only come out in whines, “gonna cum too soon”

“Let it go, yeah, tell me when you’re close” you whispered to his neck, feeling him nod against your head.

It was about a minute before he whined again, telling you he was about to cum. You smiled, before taking his lips in yours, biting the bottom one as you lifted up your hips, letting him slip out of you.

“No, no, no, no” he whined, bucking his hips up as he came, shooting ropes of cum on his shirt. “Fuck!”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile as you watched him pathetically ruin his clothes. You finally let go of his hands, letting them fall to his sides. Your own took different routes, one reaching up to caress his cheek and the other down to his cock.

“So, so beautiful. You’re perfect” you said softly as your hand gripped his softening cock, slowly running up and down. Your hand made him groan, the stimulation being too much for him, but too good to stop you. “but pathetic, look at the mess you made” he couldn’t even open his eyes “let’s get cleaned up, we have to get back home”

Franco nodded “think I have a spare shirt in the trunk” he said, out of breath.

“Smart” you helped him out of the stained shirt and shoved your panties into the back pocket of his shorts. “You go get it, I think I better drive back, huh?”

He nodded, throwing his head back and you kissed him “I love you”

“I love you too, but you’re mean”

[strawberry789]

I've never really drawn Ice Man much, but I've been seeing cute art of him from other fans lately, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I like giving robot masters pretty colored eyelids. c:

Background inspiration came from Samurai Jack shots. I really should draw more robot masters to unwind. Was trying to play around with texture here~

[potatomountain]

FFF- Day 8

FFF Masterlist

Prompt: Experimental/nipple play

Member: Hongjoong

Word Count: 924

Warnings: 18+, implied smut, no specified gender, use of the color system, switch Hongjoong though he is more subby here.

> Minors/blank blogs will be blocked!<

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“Come on Joongie, you promised.” With a whine you held up the spiked chains connecting to two nipple clamps. “This is what I want to try- I did that thing for you last time. Please?”

Your boyfriend and you had an agreement that anytime one of you wanted to try something new, you two would try anything once. If it worked out, it was a new thing to toy with in the bedroom- if not, the two of you talked it over whether or not to try it again or not. Sometimes you did and it worked out, sometimes not.

Last time you tried something out of your comfort zone that he had wanted, you enjoyed it, and you just knew he would like this.

Still he eyed the nipple clamps warily. “Why clamps? Why do I have to wear them? Where did you even get the idea?”

Slowly you grinned, ready to make your case. “Your concert. Baby it was so obvious how perky your nipples were through the shirt I just wanted to play with them. And I know the guitar strap rubs them, makes them so sensitive. You don't dislike that either.” It was all you could think about after yesterday's concert. The way he looked playing the guitar, the strap rubbing against the pebbled peaks the white fabric couldn't contain at all. Thinking about it now had your mouth salivating.

He sighed, a sign he was relenting. “Fine, but if I don't like them I'm using them on you.”

“I'm okay with that.” With a giggle you took the clamps to the bedroom, climbing onto the bed first and patting the center. “Strip big boy and come sit.”

Grumbling, still a little hesitant, Hongjoong did. Clothes tossed aside he climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees in front of you. Despite his grumbling, his half hard cock and red ears was enough to tell you that part of him did like this idea.

You couldn't hide your excitement, reaching out and running your thumbs over his little peaks and observing his reaction. He reacted just as you expected, the softest change in his demeanor. “I knew it- they are sensitive.”

“Just use the clamps-”

“Nuh-uh, I have to work you up to it first, baby. Get them nice and hard so I won't have any trouble putting the clamps on.” He loved playing with yours, now you could return the favor. And you did.

Pinching both of them you gave a slight pull, happy to see his cock twitch and his pupils dilate. His hands were on his thighs, gripping them to keep from touching you. He would have plenty of opportunities to do that soon, but first you got to have your fun. It only took a few more gentle pinches and twists before it was more than obvious he was enjoying it, cock at full mass and a bead of precum just sitting there begging to be tasted.

Instead you latched your lips around his nipple, looking up at him through your lashes to see how he reacted. The whine he let out went straight to your head. Pressing your tongue against the bud you flicked and sucked, letting out a moan when his hand pressed your head closer.

With a giggle you pulled away, smiling up at him as you moved your tongue to the other neglected nipple. “Color baby? How do you like it? Does it feel good?”

“G-green. Really good. This how it feels for you?” He panted out, gaze a little hazy when he met your eyes.

“Mhmm. Feels s'good when you play with me.” You mumbled against his skin before tugging on the peak with your teeth. “You're going to look so good in those clamps when I put them on you.” 

The whimper he let out just had you further convinced this was going well. Maybe he'd let you play with them more often? You couldn't be certain until the clamps were on.

While you sucked and flicked the now hardened bud, you reached for the clamps. Moving your mouth back to the first peak, you brought one clamps up, watching him through your lashes as you latched it onto his title.

The cry he let out, body jolting beneath you, and the way his dick twitched and leaked- all of it had arousal pooling through you.

He was still reeling from the first clip when you latched on the second, taking advantage of his surprise and pushing him back down on the bed. He was trembling, cheeks flushed and a heated glaze to his beautiful dark eyes. “Look at you baby, I knew you would like it. And the spikes suit you so well.”

His hands gripped your thighs tightly, eyes meeting yours as you tugged on the chain. “Fuck it hurts but-”

“You like it don't you? Admit it baby, I was right.” You cooed out, a smirk on your lips.

He bit down on his own, being defiant in the end. Until you tugged on the chain again, light enough his back arched and he let out another whimper of a cry.

His grip on your thighs was bruising, but it just added to the beautiful picture he was. “I like it. Fuck I like it.”

Showing some mercy you leaned down and kissed his swollen lips, wondering just how you were going to take advantage of him like this. One thought won over: would the chain jingle with each thrust?

You were determined to find out.

[live-wire-electra]

stex fandom psssspspspspsp come here

lore under the cut 🔥

HI okay so first off if youre reading this. welcome! it is very late and my thoughts will be jumbled

basically… stex hadestown au. rusty and pearl are orpheus and eurydice, i debated dinah and greaseball but dinah has a different part to play here ;)

i don’t really have a solid reason why i chose prusty other than the fact that they are stex’s leading couple. HOWEVER, i drew a lot from pearl’s abandonment of rusty for electra and geeb, and her as eurydice made a lot of sense to me. the whole “i want to do my best in life so i must betray my heart” vibe is so her… pearl i love u

however… hades!electra and persephone!joule have more weight to them :3c electra is of course there because of pearl’s plotline, but i also wanted them to fit with the ‘i conduct the electric city’ thing. electra and hades are both very prideful and kind of control freaks to me (i say ‘kind of’ bc of electra we all know how hades is). i had a bit of trouble with choosing persephone though because i fear i am an electra and components polycule truther

however i wound up choosing joule! initially it was for her line “electra is hot” and i basically went hot -> warm -> keeping the mortals (trains..) warm. i also think the concept of maybe persephone!joule started out as a genuinely warm gal, more fireplaces and embers, and as electra grew more restricting over her, she became more explosive, putting on firework shows for those who dare to ask. she still runs the speakeasy, but i think she also loves to provide that spark of color and adrenaline for the workers

the featured workers are in fact the components btw :)) and maybe freight as well because i think slick beating up rusty would be funny. cb may be in this as well but i really do not know where i would fit him in 😭 so devastated bc hes my favorite in stex

which brings us to the fates. remember hadestown’s “wherever it was this poor girl went, the fates were close behind”? and pearl always hangs around the coaches! so tassita, belle, and dinah are the fates. lurking, warning, spinning prophecies in hushed voices… golly i love the idea of the usually fun group being so haunting. and like specifically “why the struggle, why the strain?” and also “who are you to lead them/her?” GUYS PLEASE TELL ME YOU SEE MY VISION!!

i have one more character to talk about… and that’s hermes! in his place is momma, naturally! she took rusty in when he was very young, as per the hadestown plotline, and it’s her who gives him the push he needs to talk to pearl. i think she holds power over a lot of the other deified trains, but for all her trying, she just can’t get through to electra. which is why she raises rusty with a strong sense of right and wrong, and the ability to speak up, out, and defend himself. it’s also why she raises him knowing how to take care of someone he loves. she doesn’t want him going down the same path as the doomed electra and joule.

i have been cooking up this au all day guys oh my gosh. im so happy i finally got to draw it 🙏 im incorporating a mix of old and new designs but for the sake of simplicity, the characters themselves are based on the london personalities. i just think leccy and joule having their older designs emphasizes that hades and persephone are older than the others!

thank you so much if you read this far! i appreciate you!! ❤️❤️ if you have anything to say abt this PLEEEEASEEE let me know please please please!!

[meinkatzchen]

Can you tell us some interesting facts about your oc?ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

I'm a little sick…again- so I don't have any new art, I'll answer questions!

I don't know which facts are interesting and which are not, but here are some about Mist! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) I mixed up all the facts from different stages of her life at once. ♡ If you divide her story into 3 periods (btd, btd2, tpof), which would correspond to tarot cards, then she would have: Death, Chariot, Moon; ♡ She doesn't like/is afraid of mirrors:

Mirrors show objective reality, and not an illusion created by the human mind. And Mist doesn't like to see the results of her mistakes, which she can see in the mirror. She doesn't like to see scars on her body, she considers them ugly.

♡ Her nickname(Mist) was chosen because of her full name and because of her demeanor + appearance. Initially, I chose it because of the light milky haze that is present in the scarlet pupils. She had friends who affectionately nicknamed her like this. On the Internet, she often signs herself as "Mooncat"; ♡ She's almost immortal but can really be killed completely if you really try; ♡ If the sins were carved into her skin like in FC5, they would be Pride and Lust;

♡ She doesn't have the magical ability to hide her ears and tail, so in everyday life she often uses special hairpins/hats for her cat ears/harness for her tail to hide them; ♡ Between btd2 and tpof, she had a red Toyota GT 86. But Mist is such a bad driver that the car once couldn't handle such a shitty ride; ♡ It seems that she has developed good intuition, or insights that helped her foresee something bad, but because of this, she is a little paranoid; ♡ Her favorite color is scarlet/red; ♡ Her voice is high-pitched and soft at the same time, purrs when she feels good and calm (voice example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKy4INHSERQ&ab_channel=Monetochka-Topic); ♡ Has an increased appetite and accelerated metabolism, eats any meat, does not disdain to eat even human flesh. She especially likes the rich metallic taste of liver; ♡ This is more of a headcanon from other people, but I really like it: she has an average mental intelligence, but a high emotional one, which makes her a good manipulator and observer, but a bad strategist; ♡ Studying at the University of Law helped her find holes in the law so that many of her cult's actions were legal; ♡ She is very tactile! She loves to touch others, quickly closes the distance if she wants to gain trust or trusts the interlocutor. She loves to touch different objects and smell them, feeling the texture, temperature, shape, smell, exploring the world through touch and smell; ♡ Very talkative, ready to support absolutely any conversation and talk about all sorts of topics; ♡ Of all possible hobbies, her favorite is: playing games, computer and real (like hide and seek). Sometimes she conducts streams in which she plays in videogames, communicates with the audience, fools around; ♡ Despite her bloodthirstiness and cruelty, she is very sensitive and protective of children, teenagers and women who cannot protect themselves. In such, she sees a reflection of her past self and can become their protector herself; ♡ She doesn't mind becoming a mother :3 but in that case, she will be very protective, overprotective;

♡ Her unique melee weapon: balisong (butterfly knife).

In addition to what I wrote above, I have this small sketch with information

[lucidheart3]

Here is my movie SonAmy hc’s because even though they didn’t even talk yet I LOVE THEM ALREADY

- Looking at the moon used to remind Sonic of how he failed badly against Gerald and Shadow. How he lost himself, and almost did unspeakavle things, and failed to save Shadow even though it was his choice to sacrifice himself and Sonic told him he always had a choice. That’s until he met Amy under that full moon. Now he is reminded of his meeting with her instead. She made the moon beautiful for him again.

(I know this is cheesy but this also reminds me that ‘Moon is beautiful, isn’t it? means I love you in Japan lol)

- They adore each other equally. Amy loves the blue of his quills and how they shine when he uses his power. Sonic is mesmerized by her eyes because they are gorgeus even though ythey have the same eye color (because he has the seaweed eyes lol, obligatory call back to this post )

- Amy has similar interests with him. When they listen to music she has as much fun as him. She enjoys doing silly dances with him and they have a thousand videos of them just dancing and fooling around. He enjoys spending time with his brothers too, but this things in particular weren’t really appealing to Tails and Knuckles so it’s a huge deal for him that Amy enjoys music and dancing as much as he does.

- It’s so funny to Amy when Sonic fools around. When the others would be exasperated with this blue doofus she’d be laughing her pink butt off.

- Sonic has attempted to use Amy’s hammer several times and failed at every single one. I imagine him swinging her hammer around and collapse on the ground because it’s so heavy for him. But he is never frustrated and doesn’t feel like she makes fun of him when she laughs because her giggles are music to his ears.

- If the team ( that Amy is a part of now) ever has arguments, like in Sonic 3 with Sonic refusing to come around, she’d be PISSED at him. No holding herself back like Knuckles did, no offence to Knuckles he is the best big bro ever, but she would be making that cocky heghehog a pancake on the ground because they are a team, damn it! I imagine her in the Team’s argument when Sonic gets angry at Tails she’d be like ‘how dare you!!’ and telling him to get a grip quickly. Sonic is angry and scared at the same time. He’d be like ‘yes Ma’am.’ So I imagine her as the glue that holds the team together.

-Once Sonic shows her his favourite movies she is quick to get any reference from that point onward, and makes several of her own.

-She adores sweets so Sonic attempts to make her a Strawberry Shortcake (read; nearly sets the house on fire) so he is banned to use kitchen without someone overseeing him.She appreciates the sentiment though

- Amy teaches everyone to make flower crowns. Of course gives Sonic the one she makes first, and accepts his wonky one with pleasure and wears it with pride.

- Amy has a beautiful voice so Sonic learns how to play a guitar just to be able to perform with her.

- Amy is the first one that can get Sonic to wear clothes.She thinks brown suits him the best, he thinks it is boring (but all his clothes are brown now)

-Amy sucks at baseball so Sonic tries to teach her.But accidentally touching hands make them unable to continuate because they are so flustered.

That’s all for now, let me know if you guys would like to see a part two!!!

[zeroseuniverse]

Ready To Love

Word Count: 931 Summry: She glared. "And you’re annoyingly good with them." Kun smirked. "I’m annoyingly good at a lot of things." Pairing: Kun X fem Reader

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She was not built for chaos. Her life was meticulously organized—calendars color-coded, deadlines met weeks in advance, and every meal planned down to the last calorie. Disruptions were unacceptable.

So when her best friend called her in a panic, she should have known better than to pick up.

“___, please, I swear it’s just for a week,” Her friend pleaded. The desperation in her voice was evident, but she was already shaking her head, even though she couldn’t see her.

“ I have meetings, deadlines, I can’t—”

“Nari loves you! And I have no one else. My mom’s out of town, my cousin bailed, and if I cancel this work trip, my boss will actually fire me.”

She hesitated. The thought of caring for a toddler—a whole human being—for an entire week made her stomach clench. But then she heard a soft giggle in the background, followed by Nari’s tiny voice:

“Auntie ___?”

Damn it.

She sighed. “One week. That’s it.”

Her friend exhaled in relief. “You’re a lifesaver. I owe you so much.”

Yeah, she did.

She learned very quickly that a two-year-old had no respect for schedules, efficiency, or the concept of personal space.

Nari was adorable, sure—pudgy cheeks, big eyes, and an alarming ability to wrap her around her tiny fingers—but she was also a menace. She refused to sit still, turned meal times into a war zone, and somehow managed to make her feel like the most incompetent adult in the world.

By the end of the first day, she was exhausted. Her apartment was covered in toys (which she definitely didn’t own before), her inbox was overflowing, and her neatly structured life had been completely derailed.

Then came the final straw.

She was struggling to get Nari into her stroller for a quick grocery run when she heard a low chuckle from behind.

"Need some help?"

She turned and found herself face-to-face with her neighbor—Kun.

Of course it had to be him.

Kun had always been... annoyingly perfect. The kind of guy who helped elderly neighbors carry their groceries, always remembered birthdays, and had a seemingly endless supply of patience. He was also ridiculously charming—the worst kind of person.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, trying to wrestle Nari’s arm through the stroller straps.

Kun raised an eyebrow, then knelt in front of Nari. “Hey, kiddo. You wanna help me out here?”

To her absolute betrayal, Nari grinned and reached for him immediately. Kun fastened her in the stroller in three seconds flat.

She scowled. “How—?”

He smirked. “Oldest of four. I’ve been through this before.”

Of course.

By the third day, she had no choice but to accept defeat.

After another sleepless night—Nari hated sleeping, apparently—she found herself standing outside Kun’s apartment, knocking hesitantly.

He opened the door, eyebrows raised. “Wow. You look—”

“Finish that sentence and die,” she muttered.

He grinned. “How can I help?”

She exhaled. “I need a break. Just an hour.”

Kun didn’t hesitate. “Done.”

She blinked. “Wait, really?”

“Of course,” he said easily. “I like kids.”

“You like everything.”

He laughed. “Not everything. But I do like helping you.”

She ignored the way her stomach flipped at that.

Kun took Nari to the park, giving her an hour of blissful, uninterrupted silence. When he brought her back, she was laughing—giggling—and he looked so effortlessly at ease with her that something in her chest ached.

"She’s an angel," Kun said fondly.

She stared at him like he’d lost his mind. "She’s a demon.”

He just chuckled. "You’re just bad with kids."

She glared. "And you’re annoyingly good with them."

Kun smirked. "I’m annoyingly good at a lot of things."

By now, Kun had somehow wormed his way into her daily routine. He showed up with breakfast, played with Nari when she had meetings, and made her laugh more than she had in years.

It was getting dangerous.

She wasn't looking for romance. She barely had time for herself, let alone a relationship. But Kun made it so easy.

And the worst part? She liked it.

That night, after Nari had fallen asleep, she found herself sitting beside him on her couch, both nursing cups of tea.

“I don’t get it,” she admitted. “Why are you like this?”

Kun tilted his head. “Like what?”

“Nice. Patient. Helpful. Just... good.”

He smiled softly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because life isn’t like that.”

Kun studied her for a moment. “I think you just haven’t let yourself slow down enough to see the good parts.”

She swallowed. No one had ever said something like that to her before.

And the scariest part?

She wasn't sure he was wrong.

When her friend arrived to pick up Nari, she expected to feel relieved.

Instead, her chest felt... hollow.

She handed Nari over, ruffling her hair as she clung to her one last time.

“Bye-bye, Auntie!” she giggled.

She smiled. “Bye, munchkin.”

As they left, she turned to Kun, suddenly feeling awkward. Without Nari around, there was no reason for him to keep showing up. No excuse to let him into her life.

But he lingered.

“So,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “What now?”

She hesitated. “I don’t know.”

Kun’s gaze was steady. “I do.”

Her heart pounded. “Oh?”

“Dinner,” he said simply. “With me.”

Her lips parted. “With or without a toddler?”

He smirked. “Let’s start with just us.”

And for once in her life, she let the schedule go.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Kun’s smile was slow, warm, and full of something terrifyingly real.

Maybe���just maybe—this was a kind of chaos she could learn to love.

[rkivestation]

“To Be Yours” | PJM ♥‹

»pairing: CEO!Jimin x secretary!Viv (oc)

»synopsis: what happens when a love burns so fast and dangerous between secretary Viv and CEO Jimin that everything else around them blurs into nothingness?

»drabble teaser: blurred lines

»note: this is not the story itself lol,it's a teaser of a drabble I was writing for my friend and this is a really long story that I didn't get the time to continue writing properly,my former book's masterpost was getting some attention so I am here again to post a drabble that you might enjoy and if it gets recognition I'll consider writing the book and *whispers* it has two main male and female leads, can you guess who?

»warning: porn without plot (it has a slight plot but since it's a teaser I cut it out),sexy b0ob play(will make your panties soaked sksks) ,doggy,spanking, counting,gagging,hair pulling,choking,so much tension,possessive!Jimin, kinky!Jimin, jealous!jimin, oc is shy but horny, looooots of foreplay,the deed will be done in the drabble,eating out,spanking,Jimin himself,lmk if I forgot something.

You sucked in a breath when Jimin leaned impossibly closer leaving a little to no gap between your bodies. "Mr. P-Park this isn't funny" you internally cursed yourself for stuttering as you watch the handsome male infront of you lazily smirking,eyes glowing with mischief under the dim light. "What is ever funny between us baby?"

Shit.

The nickname has your core clenching already, memories of that certain night when he used the nickname while doing things to you,with you,which is far from being professional.

"Was it funny when your mouth was full of me baby?" A whimper threatened to escape your parted mouth as you felt his hand on your bare stomach inch towards the hem of your crop top. "Was it funny?" his teeth grinding against each other in slight annoyance has you shaking your head instantly.

"M-Mr P-Park I thought—"

You dared to meet his blazing eyes before gulping,"—the night was a m-mistake"

Jimin inhaled deeply upon hearing your stuttering words and leaned over impossibly close whereas his hands slipped underneath your clothes effortlessly unclasping your strapless bra.

And you felt your core gush embarrassingly.

"Mistake huh? I was knuckles deep inside you and it was a mistake?" He smiled mockingly, eyeing the smooth skin of your ear.

The bra was undid and he sensually pulled it down to his liking,he loved your choice of wearing a strapless bra,makes his work easier,"So it was a mistake when we both were sober but you hungrily sucked the last inch of me?"

You moaned as he sucked on your earlobe abruptly,"Tell me you did all of that by mistake? Tell me I don't make your knees buckle and your mind hazy." He aggressively licked at your earlobe as he grabbed one of your boob, massaging it.

A pathetic moan left your mouth as tears filled up to the brim of your eyes,you inhaled sharply.

"Tell me pretty—" he cooed "Tell me that you don't want to be my pretty little slut and I'll stop now."

You gulped thickly, shutting your eyes,"Jimin.."

The smirk on Jimin's lips was permanent upon hearing you moan his name in a desperate plea,"Yes princess,I'm here for you"

"Jimin please.." the last bit of your control left you when Jimin's face dropped to your chest, gawking at the hardened nipples that were beautifully visible to his eyes,only his.

"This crop top looks so fucking good on you my love but why did you have to wear it and go out with him? I could guess the color of your bra from metres away." the sharpness edging his voice had you clasping your thighs together, equally terrified and turned on.

You had your back pressed against the wall, standing still with eyes shut,unable to watch the man worship your pebbles.

"Don't—" Jimin tilted his mouth and licked a filthy sensual strip over your clothed nipples,his eyes shimmering in mirth,"—do that ever again"

Momentarily he looked up at you,eyes meeting with your shut once,"Eyes open and down here Viv"

The authority in his voice made you instantly look down and find the most filthiest sight that made you physically twitch, making Jimin hum in satisfaction as he pushed up your flimsy white crop top with ease making you gasp,the perky globes stood proudly as Jimin licked his lips watching them in a trance,"Understood?"

It took you some moment to register what he was talking about but you immediately nodded,all of your resolve crumbling.

"That's my good—" he flicked a nipple, twirling it afterwards,a crazed lopsided grin adoring his face,"—girl"

His breath brushed against your hardened bud making you squirm internally as he closed his lips on the left nipple making you suck a deep breath.

He's going to be the absolute death of you.

His hot mouth latching at your nipple brutally had you wondering how good it'll feel when he eats you out.

Is he going to lap at my pussy slowly?

Or will he be rough and delve deeper into my puckering whole?

This is torture. You're going crazy. Every suck and lick is making arousal pool at your flimsy short and you internally curse yourself for not caring to wear a panty.

You moan as Jimin takes the whole boob in his mouth and sucks, twirling his tongue graciously,his hands lifts up to grab at your chin pulling it down when you tried looking away. His eyes met yours and the lustful gaze has you rolling your eyes, groaning.

Your eyes zero in towards his mouthful of boob and the filthy image is forever stuck in your mind.

Jimin smirks letting go with a pop and continuing his ministrations with the other. He makes sure to pamper it the exact same making your eyes roll to the back and legs embarrassing clamping together to add some friction. Your clit is aching for attention.

Jimin ever so sly ; notices your movements and parts your legs with his knee while still sucking on your boob like never before. Instinctively one of your hand grabs at his hair and he groans into your boob at the feeling,the vibration of his mouth making your eyes roll and gasp breathlessly.

His knee moves to your center and as soon as it connects with your core he lets go of your boob leaving the damn globe hit with a sudden gush of cold air.

He grasps your arms tightly and looks down there,befuddled,"You're not wearing fucking panties?"

You gulp,"I-"

His nostril flares as he closes the remaining distance joining his hips with yours,his hardened length deliciously gliding with your core and you found yourself moving along but the hands on your hips made you gasp and shudder,"Did I say you could move?"

You shake your head while he continues press his length and the lack of a panty makes it easier for you to feel the friction,"Fuck Jimin.."

"Let you shop with him in a crop fucking top" his eyes were fiery red as he has your chin in his grasp whilst gliding his length,the squelching sound for your damn pussy embarrassing you somewhere in the rational part of your mind.

"White and flimsy top with a barely there bra?" He scoffs watching your eye roll back, clearly enjoying it.

"No fucking panties too" he snarled.

"I-I'm sorr—" you gasped when harshly grabbed your abused boob adorned with purplish love marks,"You still had the audacity to fight with me? Talking about your rights? While you clearly know who you belong to?"

He inhales sharply aligning himself better as he grinds his hips,"You do realize what you've done to me since this past week right? You do realize that you don't get to go back to how it was Viv? You cannot act like the damsel in distress baby,you're so fucking mine now and there's no going back from it"

You whimper,your rationality leaving you completely, stepping in the sickest and filthiest territory with Park Jimin was both your demise and a thrill you chased for years. He treated you just right. Rough and good at the same time. His tone was maddening but his touches meant a different story. He wanted you to know how safe you can be with him in your own paradise.

You take in a shaky breath, daring to meet his gaze,"I'm sorry Mr.Park"

Jimin felt himself twitch at the apology. He wants nothing but to connect his lips with your plush once and take all the breath out of you untill he becomes the oxygen that you'll need every fucking second.

But you have to earn it. You made him mad. You're such a bad little princess who loves wearing slutty cute outfits to rile him up. You need to pay for it. He can feel the wetness that's gushing from your hole and he can't wait to thrust the last cum out of you. But he'll wait and edge you so fucking good.

He smirks as you watch him swallowing,half naked under him when he's fully clothed. He smirks watching your yummy state. Proudly gazing at his artwork on your chest.

Jimin steps back making you confused as he leads you towards his dressing table. You turn around to face the mirror and gasp looking at your current state. Chest exposed,red and purple bruise adorning you like a jewellery. Your still hardened and swollen red nipples staring at you through the reflection. A dark blush adorns your face as you try to look away only for Jimin to hold your chin up towards the mirror from behind as he gently kisses your dainty shoulder.

"Like my artwork?" He grins.

He grabs both of your boobs from behind and you gasp,"Watch closely"

The warning sends another gush of wetness leak from your poor hole,Jimin harshly rolls the two globes, raveling at the sight as they bounce in his hands,his teeth grazes at your lobe making your knees buckle,"Wanna fuck them baby"

Your breath hitches at the mention and a loud gasp leaves you when he picks you up walking towards his bed and throwing you there,boobs bouncing at the impact making his eyes shimmer in lust,he takes a moment to ravel your half bare beauty, thinking how good you'll look with absolutely no piece of clothes. The thought itself makes his cock twitch.

Fuck. You look delicious. All ready for him to devour every fucking inch of you.

Jimin slowly gets on the bed and holds your knees that were clasped together.With a swift motion he spreads them apart and the delicious stretch made your core gush out more slick yet again.

Thank God the short is black. You're so soaked. You can smell your own arousal. It's equal amount of embarrassing and sexy to see Park fucking Jimin has such an effect on you.

Jimin's eyes are hooded with unfiltered lust as they zero in on towards your booty short,so tight, practically begging to be ripped.

He leans in and presses two fingers right over your aching cunt and hisses feeling the dampness,"Just sucking on those beautiful buddies got you soaked that bad?" He grins meeting your eyes as you moan when he presses the two fingers and sensually glides them up and down watching your reaction,"What'll you do when I fuck them?"

"Jimin please.."

"Please what baby? You think you can pathetically beg and soak my cock already? You committed a crime today sweetheart and those who commits a crime—" Jimin removes his fingers making you whine as he leans over to press a chaste kiss on your earlobe,"—shall be punished"

You swore if this keeps going on you'll most definitely rip your own shorts if he refused to do it.

But alas.

All of your frustrations melts the second Jimin stars to unbutton his button up. You inhaled sharply watching his smooth skin coming into view bit by bit. Noticing your hawk like gaze he grins cheekily taking his sweet time with his belt,"Bet you want to open it up for me like Thursday night baby—" he unbuckles and smoothly shimmies his pants off,"—but another day"

You gulp. Another day?

He takes his shirt and gestures you with his chin,"On your knees,ass up,face down"

You inhale sharply,"H-huh?"

"I won't repeat myself"

You gulp complying immediately,new to all of this craziness but cannot deny how thrilling it feels inside.

Surprisingly you feel his gentle voice near your ear as he lands a quick kiss on your cheeks,"I won't hurt you"

And with that reassurance which very much calmer your heart,you didn't even realize your hands were being tied by the said shirt untill you felt him tightening the knot,"Is it good?"

The softness in his voice made you laugh internally,he was being cautious while punishing you?

You nod smiling as Jimin hums with a charming smile before retracting back to his original position.

You gulp, realization suddenly dawning upon you as you can only see your tied hands before you and the headboard. It feels like you're blindfolded to a degree without actually being blindfolded and you hate that your core clenches at that too.

Were you this much into foreplay?

Jimin's deeps voice echos in your ear,"If you be a good girl I'll end it in ten counts over the clothes and other ten counts will be underneath the cloth,five on each cheek" He continues as if telling you the rule of a Roblox game or something when on reality he's eyeing the beautiful fat meat before him wanting to just squeeze it already,"And if you don't comply then I'm going to double it,means twenty counts,total forty"

You couldn't even grasp your head around the rule yet and a sharp yelp left you as soon as Jimin slapped your right ass cheek,"Fuck-"

You immediately notice your mistake,"O-One?Is that how I'm supposed to do it"

Jimin smirks but keeps a dominating tone,"You're late Viv,you just want the pain to double don't you?"

"I-i-"

"Twenty it is"

You gasp as another slap lands on the same cheek,"Two.."

"T-Three.."

"Fourr..fuck.." you slur,eyes rolling back.

"F-five.." Jimin watches it jiggle mirthfully and goes on five more times before moving on the next.

.."S-seventeen..nggh"

Jimin watches as your arch your back,hips pushing back for more.

Halting his movements he scoffs bringing you out of your head space,you try to turn around a little but wince when you feel him fisting your ponytail and pulling it back,"Princess,we can't enjoy a punishment now do we? Seventeen fucking ass slaps got you moaning with pleasure?—" he whispers lethally making you whimper,"—a brat like you doesn't deserve this treatment"

" ’m s-sorry" you manage as he let's go of your hair.

In all honesty,Jimin just can't wait anymore to shed that damn short of yours,he wants to watch the bare ass jiggle and he just doesn't want any damn fabric to separate your Godly body from him.

With one swift motion he pulls down the shorts,"We're going to give you twenty three raw slaps for you to realize your grave mistake dear secretary"

Calling you his secretary in such a position sounds so scandalous and core clenching.

He pulls down the full thing watching your slick coating the fabric graciously,you look back and feel your cheeks turning red.

"You leak so abundantly for me baby" he chuckles darkly as you shut your eyes pathetically feeling more slick leak,your pussy bare and hit with the cold air.

Jimin chuckles again and crawls towards you while fisting your shorts,"Open up"

You look at him quizzically,"W-what?"

"Open that damn mouth"

You complied unsurely only for your eyes to widen as he shoves the piece of clothing as a gag,"Don't you fucking dare spit it out baby"

God,Jimin is a freak.And you're fucking wreathing for this freak.

Jimin relocates himself in his claimed position and marvels at the sight,"Fuck so round baby"

Greedily he dips his fingers on your soaked pussy as you gasp in the makeshift gag,"Fuck so fucking soaked,got my fingers dripping"

He brings his fingers towards his mouth, staring at the glistening slick, sucking on them noisily,"Bet the remaining twenty three slaps are gonna make you drip so bad you'll already coat my sheets"

Fuck. You can't hold it in. You're going to cum just from his sweet talking.

Mumbling something that sounds close to ‘Please’ you pathetically move your hips.

Jimin grins,"Sure, remember you still gotta count with that filthy cloth in your mouth"

You nod frantically just wanting him to end your suffering.

"T-Twenshy..nggh"

Jimin gives both cheeks a harsh squeeze,"Good girl, we are halfway there"

You moan loudly,muffled by the forsaken short.

"..weshy eig..htgg"

You were a moaning and sweaty mess,slick dripping down your thighs without a pause,you feel so sticky,you can hear Jimin's liberating breaths, he's torturing himself with this punishment along with you,"Fuck baby,so red for me,so good for me"

"F-Forshy.."

Your legs wanted to give out. Every fibre of your being wanted Jimin's cock inside you already. The mental image makes you shudder even when you feel like passing out from all these foreplay.

Jimin can't take his eyes off of his artwork,his fingerprints were nicely visible on your bare ass,he obsessively watched your cum drip down your thighs. He could cum just by looking at you drip all day. Fuck. He is so sick. Sick all for you.

Lust clouds his mind badly and without realizing he leans down to sensually lick at your thighs,a shiver electrifies your body when you feel his wet tongue going up towards your inner thigh. He groans at the sweet taste and without stopping he grabs both of your ass cheeks, spreading them,tongue directly gliding down your bare throbbing pussy.

You gasp at the sudden intrusion in your throbbing cunt. Jimin was slurping your juices like it's his last meal. He dipped his tongue deeper into your aching hole,his groans sending vibrations. You shut your eyes, biting your lips, feeling your boss' tongue wreck you.

The slurping and sucking noise was loud and filthy making you arch your back. Jimin's tongue started sucking at your clit while he inserted two fingers at once and scissored you,"Fuck pussy so juicy baby,all for me?"

His fingers fastened it's ministrations,"All for me right?"

You moan unable to talk.

Jimin let's go of you all at once with a scoff,"Can't you talk? Or am I sharing this pussy with him huh?"

The gag in your mouth doesn't let you talk and he knows it but of course the menace in him wants to punish you.

You try to shake your head but too gone. Eyelids half open as you whine in the gag at the lose of his touch.

"Fuck it" Jimin cursed and flipped you by your waist abruptly. The sight he was rewarded with made his breath hitch.

You looked mesmerizing with you tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks,gag in mouth,crop top bunched up and bruised chest exposed,your smooth long legs were sexy,you were a sight all for him to devour,to fuck,to love.

He took in a deep breath and leaned towards you, taking the gag off of you and connecting his plump lips with your luscious ones in an urgent kiss.

One thing you came to conclusion with is Park Jimin is not your average soft lover. He does everything with fervour. The type that will take your breath away and at the same time will be the only air you breath.

Jimin's kiss was something you've never experienced. He took both of your lip and started sucking on them while pressing himself harder on your core, enough to make you squirm. His hands roamed around all of the places of his deepest darkest desires.

"Fuck baby,you drive me so fucking crazy—" he said between the kiss, sucking on your lower lip harshly, tucking at it and pulling it before letting go,"—i can't stop thinking about you Viv"

»so should I continue this? 👀 Thank you for your support, please grab your holy water afterwards and don't forget to preach lmao.

[daiourage]

My Take on the TFO Dual Rulers/Two Primes AU (pt.2)

Part 1 here!

Hi. Been practicing watercolor for another post I've been teasing since a few days back, and I don't recall watercolor being this fun???

Anyway, here is more stuff for the AU that I'm definitely not the first person to make, but this is all my take on it.

Warning: Nothing plot worthy happens on this post. It's just designs lmao. Also Soundwave and Bee are besties (not a ship)

(I'm pretty proud of how the colors turned out, but I love how my printer photocopied the wrinkles too??? Also my signature looks like one blob because I used a calligraphy pen wrong LMAOOO)

More deets and other angles of the paper below!!↓↓↓

Cute boys jumpscare!!

Hello!!!! I'm really proud of how Soundwave turned out!! His gorgeousness is based on like,,, everyone else's maskless Soundwave out there, but his big 'ol eyes are based on @dailymothanon's Soundwave specifically (original post here!! Also sorry if you didn't want me to tag you 🙏)

I know he's cool and not very emotive, but I'd like it if he had the most conventionally attractive smile (I wonder what the beauty standards for Cybertronians are);;; I'd like to imagine that him and Bee share work a lot, and he removes his helmet to tease Bee--just like a parent playing "Peekaboo" with their kid. (Maybe I should've made Soundwave look a little older;;;)

I also wanna elaborate on Senator Shockwave as a concept for a hot moment again:

1. Just as written on paper, I couldn't figure out if I wanted to bring back the Senator's design from the original series, or if I was just going to change Shockwave's design a little bit. I wanted to originally draw Shockwave as more humanoid, but I realized that it would take away his uniqueness in shape, so I decided against it. 1-2. I plan to alter everyone else's designs, too! I'm just not too sure how to do it since I'm still not used to drawing robots;;; 2. I also found it funny how he's going back to being a Senator, as in G1IDW, he became a Decepticon after he was a Senator--this is the other way around and it's kinda interesting. Maybe he'll be friends with Optimus again;

Look at how crinkly it is!!! I'm laughing!!! I'm still sad you can't see the sparkles of the gold pen I used, but the calligraphy pen looks great so I'm happy (I plan to use it in a later drawing)

[jhara-ivez]

Relaxation picture done. Took about 6 hours.

[tubbytarchia]

got an urge to design ponies oops

[turtleblogatlast]

I’ve remembered that colors exist