#rip him i just cant draw clothes

[red-mountain-flower]

jia, @bougainvillea-and-saltwater’s lovely last dragonborn!

[gamblersdoll]

hard dom kirishima, spitting, slapping, bondage, degrading etc, porn with no plot

“get on your tippy toes, bitch.” he chuckles, venom seething through his lips. “just had to be a fuckin’ brat!” he sneers, ripping your panties off. the sound of cloth shredding was a rough one, then your ass burning from the slap he landed.

your muffle a cry against the tape on your mouth, him laughing at your squirms. he meanly spits on your right ass cheek, then slapping at the glistening space.

you muffle his name, trying your best to stay bent over the couch. “cant say shit now, can you?” he says, slapping the left harder. “poor needy bitch, arent you?” he spreads your legs, hand palming your cunt.

you muffle, but its not heard. he grabs your hair, pulling you to his chest and whispering in your ear. “something you have to say, slut?” he says, ripping the tape off.

“sorry! ‘m so sorry!”

“yeah, i bet cha are!” he chuckles, slapping your ass again. he pulls his cock out, it brushing against your skin, “you want this, dont you?” he asks, pressing it against your slit. “say it, say that you want it.”

you bit your lip, looking up at him.

“oh, you little nasty bitch—“ he says, slamming your upper half over the couch. he slides himself in balls deep, slamming his hips into your own body. “wanna bite your fuckin’ lip and nod huh?”

you moan, clenching around him as he ravaged your walls, biting down onto your shoulder and drawing blood.

“needed a real man to ravage you—“ he says, groaning against your shoulder as his hot tongue slides around your skin. “— needed a man to claim this whore pussy of yours!”

his hips stutter, him rolling his eyes and you taking every last inch he could ever give you. “ oh fuck, fuck!” he moans, balls slapping against your slit and he digging his teeth deeper. he growls out, “yeah, yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!” slamming his hips harder into you.

his balls tightened, watching you try and run but knowing your arms are tied behind you. he laughs, pride and lust sweltering in his chest. his face curls and scrunches, feeling his balls now empty inside you. “shit!”

you still, feeling his seed coat your walls and emit heat. he speaks, nervously.

“im sorry, are you okay? did i go too far?”

“no, im okay.” you assure, looking up to him. he smiles, a toothy grin and he kisses his bite. “im sorry, i probably went too far.”

“youre just fine, i love you.”

[jellitchi]

vat7k designs in my head...

i thought their canon designs were a eensy weensy bit Unpolished so i made these mostly for myself. erm if u rly want it i think varian is 19 here, hugo 19, nuru 18, yong 12.

i also made rhem all playlists and had to draw them a cover so thats what the last img is I linked each of em under my notes for all of em... Under the cut is Like a Huge Infodump of notes i have for each chara,,,,,,

i kept varians design basically the same, i dislike the design w the orange neck thing so i just Nuked it😭... Here's Varians playlist

Hugos design i just wanted to put him in something more Loose. hes a thief, a professional escape artist. i dont think wearing clunky metal is ideal for him. i also gave him a prosthetic arm (blond w no arm design trope!) but u cant see it in the ref so i added another drawing of him in his under layering👍 i vaguely referenced russian(?) clothes for him as well... Yeah not too much changed w him i just tried to make him slippery-er. Here's Hugo's playlist

yong came relatively easy to me, if it wasn't obvious i did rip gaming from g*nshin's hoodie. i thought the lion hood was Adorable and freaking perfect for what i had in mind for hos character. since the og notes said the fire kingdom is loosely Chinese inspired i basically just kept that. i mashed tgt a buncha diff dynasties though sorry for how inconsistent i was... i think he looks Okay. anyways i changed yongs role a bit, ill explain why im adjusting some of their roles later but i kept yong as the Jinx Type character. hes the eldest in his family and has a buncha younger siblings, hes a lion dancer and does performances w his family/siblings. he rly like special effects n keeps tryna incorporate his fireworks into their performances (it flops and he has to sew up the dmg) ill explain more of yongs role in another post maybe shrugs... Here's Yong's Playlist

miss nuru was a bit of a struggle for me i might share my full design process with her coz i did a Bunch of mockups for her😭😭😭... i didnt have a specific country of reference for her but i chose to make her vaguely south asian inspired. i also really wanted to keep the sheer fabric w the star / constellation map. i love that idea its so cute so shes still technically the navigator. but she also wields a sword too, fencing or whatever. (her and varian r Huge Cass fangirls which is probably why she started tryna use a sword (snuck out to watch cass compete) Okay ill talk abt this later) in my head, okay ill Probably make a whole nother post talking abt how im interpreting/writing each chara, but in my head i think nuru is the youngest and her kingdom's archivist. shes mostly in charge of like Her kingdoms history / artifacts / etc. ok im getting too side tracked ill save the lore dump for later but thats Nurus role in the party. Here's Nuru's Playlist

uhm below i made their character stats mostly to help me with planning / role developing. the yellow is their base stats the color behind is their end stats i guess. i was gonna explain my reasoning for their stats but ermm this post is kinda Really long so sorry😭... varian max int for obvious reasons, also max charisma just coz i feel like u kinda learn a thing or two being around a couple manipulators and spending time in jail idk shrugs... (also lets not forget the "ud b surprised what ppl would do for a cookie!") Hugo slippery guy, if a brick is thrown at him as hes running hes gonna try n run faster to shatter it, his mindset is Run Run Run! i think hes relatively agile too but yeah mostly a Speedster. i think he n varian got no Physical strength varian maybe just like A little coz Farm boy but I rly doubt quirin is making him do a Lotta heavy lifting. yong has incredible stamina and agility because hed a performer. nuru is the strongest coz this team would literally Flop without a proper Offense😭... i think varian n hugo r able to outwit plenty of their opponents but i think nuru is pretty good in a fight, same w yong. Yeah Okay Sorry for a Long Long Post thanks hope u guys enjoy

[dolliestfairy]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 ࿐ೀ

Jason Voorhees, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, & Michael myers with Fem!Reader who is a Victoria Secret Models ✧ 𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𑁍 Tw : Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Denial, Insecurities, Mentions of Killing someone/murdering somebody, the word 'rotten' and 'blood'. Mostly fluff. Reader Skintone is Unannounced.

❁ Authors&Note ; THIS TAKE WAY TOO LONG CUS I'M SO FCKING LAZY 'M SO SORRYY 😭 but yea i tried my best... what do you think? i'll make part two if you like this one :) check out my Masterlist to see more stuff like this with different fandoms and community! happy reading fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Jason Voorhees

• absolutely loved you with all of his dead heart and soul.

• and worship you as well, i mean how couldnt he? you're just soo beautiful! your beauty can even melt his own rotten heart.

• now we know that jason is a very insecure big boy, and sometimes he felt insecure and disgust at himself because he often thinks about the untruth that he doesnt deserve to have someone as pretty as you.

• now if you see him acting like this.. please reassure him that he's enough, because truth to be told; he really need it. he is just shy... you know?..

• but besides his insecurities he is absolutely over the heels for you, he also really support your carrier and would def 100% killed for you.

• if someone tryng to take down your carrier just tell him and he'll rip their heads off their own body.

• and again; this was all just for you, the only person he would love besides his mother, ever.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Vincent sinclair

• 'another draw insipration huhhh?' thats what this big 'ol boy thoughts about you when he first saw you.

• absolutely would die & killed for you. and let me tell you this guy is also has a mad respect for you.

• its like princess treatment you know.. anything you want he'll gave you it.. you want a new beautiful wax sculpture of yours? no problem baby.. he'll make it for you just gave him 1 weeks! you want something but its outside of the city? no problem! bo would do it for him. if he doesnt want to? lester would be the one.

• loves seeing you pose for yourself. it really gave him more ideas. he sometimes love to think of you in a different type of clothes.

• also loooove your confiedence, really boost his energy. his place was usually has this gloomy and just plain walls and floor with a rotten blood scent 'dancing' through his room, but once you step your feet in then the atmosphere would just like.. change for the better.

• he is actually kind of insecure about himself, but everyday he get better and better once he got those bless-kisses from you into his cheeks, and he freeaking loves it!

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Bo Sinclair

• really cocky about it at first...

• but then turns out he was actually obsessed with you.

• he doesnt want to admit it though.. Hell, he would rather bury his own self alive than admitting his feelings towards you.

• its just that he felt like the feelings "love" is making him vulnerable and he just seems those as something as uneccesary and a waste of time.

• thats what he thought until he felt like he cant take it anymore as he just angrily confessed his feelings towards you with like zero preparations at all like it was all just... happen.

• this guy is a weirdo, but would never admit it anyway. and yeah... he likes you, a lot. but again.. He Would Never Say This Out Loud.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Michael Myers

• doesnt really understand about the concept of those thing called "Victorian secret" you worked to.

• until he start observe and observe and observe.. stalking and stalking here and there.. trying to find the explanation.

• and when he finally got it, it was all just make sense to it. i mean you're a very irresistable person and it left him feeling so Struck-eye.

• but he would never admit this...

• it doesnt change anything at all tbh, the way he show about how much he loves you is that he doesnt hurt or even killed you.

• instead, at some rare occasion, you'll find yourself in your room with a strange yet pretty stuff besides it where it was covered in blood and shits.

• and yeah thats how this big dude show his scary intimidating love towards you <3 he's also always sometimes watching you sleep at night. i know its kinda creepy but uh.. at least he doesnt try to hurt you ig?.............

[bedoballoons]

this idea has been in my head for so long LMAO but could i request top! lyney x bottom! reader where the reader was initially helping lyney with his makeup but lyney got wayy to riled up by reader being on his lap so they ended up fucking against his vanity

hope you have a good day (and get lots of sleep) 🩷🩷

Oooooo I'm glad it's finally out of your head because it definitely deserves to be written!! Also thank you!! I hope you have a good day as well and that you enjoy~

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~To much to handle~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI! Top Lyney! and bottom gn reader! Lyney calls the reader mon amour!

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𑁍༄Lyney:

"Lyney stop moving, I'm almost done, just gotta do a bit more red." You shifted slightly on his lap, angling yourself better so you could touch up the tear shape on his cheek, completely unaware he was struggling desperately to keep thoughts of you in other positions at bay....the idea of you riding him right now, behind the stage where anyone could see...and the image of his cock so deep in you all you could do was scream for him with that goregous voice of yours while his pace got faster and faster, "Oh-oh my.., could you perhaps move a little faster mon amour?"

"I'm almost done, calm downnn...um...uh...heh, Lyney?" A blush crawled onto your cheeks, your body heating up at the feeling of his growing bulge brushing the inner skin between your plush thighs, only a few thin layers of clothing away from your warmth that called to him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean...I just...just...kiss me~" You gasped as he pulled the front of your shirt roughly, drawing your face close to his so his lips could meet yours in a lustful kiss, his tongue forced into your hot mouth, exploring every inch of it hungrily while you moaned against him, his free hand wandering down your body like he'd never touched you before now.

He groaned into your mouth, his hips bucking upwards in a attempt to get friction, but he was to desperate, he needed more. He maneuvered you skillfully, standing up with you in his arms and somehow never breaking the kiss as he carried you to his vanity. His lips left yours for a moment, leaving you gasping for air while he bent you over the daintily decorated furniture and grinding his clothed cock against your ass, ripping a moan from you.

"Mon amour, I just c-cant help it. You do things to me, even when you're just sitting there my mind always wanders~" He whispered his words against the sensitive skin of your neck, his bright purple eyes watching in delight as it sent shivers rolling down your spine, your body pushing back against him needily, you were now just as desperate as he was and he simply couldn't wait to get started.

His hands went to work on your clothes, tossing everything aside that could impede him, before making his way to his own, his dick throbbing almost painfully beside your entrance the second it was released from its cloth confinements. "M-may I?" He licked his lips excitedly, waiting for your response like it could decide his very destiny.

"P-please Lyney~"

He groaned happily, rubbing his tip against your hole just to hear the whiney moan you'd let out and then slowly sliding his whole length inside, your legs instantly turning to jelly beneath you, "S-so tight, oh mon amour you're so tight around me~" You clenched around him tighter, earning a struggled gasp that played in your mind like your favourite song, "M-move nghh~"

"As you wish~" He pulled out almost all the way, his cock already wet with your love and his, the sight only added to the fire inside of him, his body suddenly thrusting into you, his pace growing faster and faster until nothing but sinful noises filled the room, your head thrown back while you sung out his name for all to hear. "Lyne-y!! Ahh-ngh!!! M-more!~"

He followed your command, his dick hitting your insides even harsher and faster, you had no thoughts, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucked you senselessly into his vanity, you were seeing nothing but stars~

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[anotherfloridaman]

In the Stronghold

(How they found you)

You thought that was it. It didnt matter if someone tried to talk the town out of it, it was gonna happen anyway. Not that anyone would try to. They’re all just happy it’s not them who has to go to the jaws of the forest.

They tied you to a mast. It sticks straight from the dirt when one of the law enforcement comes and cuts off your clothes with a knife. You hang by your hands, as bare as the day you were born while the people walk away, praising one another for a job well done. Surely the beasts would like the sacrifice.

Your mouth was sewn shut. The pain and anger you felt unsaid as the wire holds your lips together and keeps you from even moving your tongue unless you want to disturb the wounds.

As minutes turn to hours, ants find their way on your skin, mosquitoes suck the blood from you, and other insects fly around like you were meant for them instead of the bigger beasts.

And damn, when the moon is full and illuminating your figure, you wish those little beasts could actually kill you. A fox comes sniffing, and it nips at your foot, testing to see if it’s a trap. When nothing happens, it snaps it’s jaw around your ankle, tugging eagerly until a thunderous laugh comes from the forest.

You couldnt care less. You felt itchy everywhere, pain from where the ants bite and crawl, the mosquitoes not giving you peace, you just hope whatever death is, it releases you from all of this.

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“Rak’ka, calm down. We got the bear, we can leave the cub alone.” Shwola sighs, blinking slow. “No! It’s too small, we shouldn’t have killed the mother.”

“That wasnt the mother, it was a male. And it’s almost fully grown, it’s fine alone.” Shwola snorts, knowing Rak’ka’s bleeding heart isn’t always helpful.

Rak’ka looks in a tiny bush, and he knows the bear ‘cub’ cant fit there, but he pokes his head inside anyway. A wild cat jumping into his face and clawing at him as it scampers off into the woods. Shwola booms with laughter, pointing at Rak’ka like he’d done this on purpose.

And a fox zooms by, catching both of them off guard.

“Shwola, those annoying pests dont do that often, do they?” The yonger orc asks, looking the direction the fox came from. “No. Not unless they have something they arent supposed to, or they want to lead something away from what they found or have.”

“Did we just scare a fox from it’s children?! We have to help!” Rak’ka bolts in the direction near the edge of the forest. And at this point, Shwola is sure Rak’ka just wants something small to take care of.

Shwola follows Rak’ka to… wherever and they see-

“Is that a human?” They both say at once, and you dont even lift your head. You cant understand them. And you doubt they would understand you even if your lips were free.

As the orcs draw closer, speaking in their native tongue, you are left to contemplate when they will be merciful or if they’ll reject you altogether. A large hand brushes your skin, the big fingers pushing the ants and mosquitoes away as it feels you.

“It doesnt appear sick. The insects wouldve left it alone. So why is..” Shwola interrupts him, crossing his arms. “A prisoner, A sacrifice, It was left here for some odd reason.”

Rak’ka pauses, thinking. Then reaches for the ropes and rips them off your hands, picking you up and laying you on one massive arm. “A sacrifice for us. I’ll take it.”

“Did you not hear the part about prisoner? Maybe an outlaw that did unspeakable things-“ “our sacrifice needs to be cared for, i will take that duty for however long it may take.”

You could move your hands, and as soon as you could, you itched. You itched everywhere you could as fast as possible and that wasnt very fast considering you had almost no bloodflow going to your arms since that afternoon.

Rak’ka sees this, and begins rubbing his calloused hand across your back, trying to soothe you and help the injuries get feeling back. Shwola only rubs his nose, walking back to the Stronghold and leaving Rak’ka to trail behind him.

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Cursed Lips Sink Ships

A/N: Nothin special.. Just out fave cursed speaker takin things a bit too far..

Toge didn't mean to. He swear on all that he honors the word just slipped from his lips. If any ones to blame it should be you. Two of you in a empty class room, supposed to be practicing a few techniques. That went out the window when you tripped, grabbing onto Toge's arm and taking him down with you.

He absolutely cannot recall how it ended up with you shamelessly writhing in his lap nude. One hand sloshing around inside your hungry lil puss while the other kneads your tit, deep blue manicured fingers massaging the soft flesh roughly as you moan out to him.

"Tooogeee! You see it? Don't look away, pussy's so wet for you. She likes you so much, huh? Know you like it too. Dont think I can't feel how h-hard your dick is. Bet it's as pretty as you are.. Mmmm.. Keep watching."

So he stares at you through the wide, long mirror adorning the thin wall. The sight and nasty filth spewing from your alluring lips makes his dick twitch and leak in his black slacks. Bad enough they're fucking drenched from the mess spillin outta you and he doesn't have a second pair with him.

"Doing so gooood, Toge. Listen like such a good boy. Ahhh.. Got me so close, gonna cum on my fingers so hard."

Fuck, he wants to see that. NEEDS to see it like he needs air. Toge just hopes he can hold his nut before then. It doesn't help that your ass repeatedly grinds slow circles on his cock. Doesn't help at all that you smell so good: like fresh fruit and blossoms and he doesn't know why that's so arousing.

"Ohfuckohfuck! Never felt this good before. Cause of you, Toge. All cause of youuu!"

Now he has to close his eyes for a moment, can't take the way your head leans back on his shoulder as you stare up at him in a daze. Body so soft, curves on display as you press against him sensually.

He doesn't understand how you think he can endure this. Just the sounds of your loud sloppy finger fuck is finna make him abandon this lil charade. He's bout to have the whole school hear the wails he can draw from your glossy lined lips.

"Open your eyes, Toge. Mmmfuck- gotta keep your pretty eyes on me, member? Eyes on me and n-no touchin. Then maybe I let you get a taste.."

Toge gulps, eyes opening as he squirms into the hard floor. His nails dig sharply into his thighs, hoping that's enough to keep from pinning you down and stuffing his face into your puffy brown folds.

"Ohhhh! Toge! Toge, I'm so close! You ready? Huh, baby? Ahhhfuh- wanna see me cum?"

Its cute how quick he nods for you, gaze so desperate as he stares in-between your legs through the reflection. So fuckin thirsty for it as you lose control in his arms, goosebumps covering his skin when your fingers rub neat little circles on your clit.

"Almost theeeere-"

'Come on, sweetheart.' Toge thinks. 'Cum for me. Lemme have it, y/n. Cum, cum, cum-.'

"Cum."

He doesn't mean to, the word spilling from his lips before he can stop. Cursed energy flowing out with it, compelling you to obey forcefully. The orgasm is so fuckin ferocious, forces your pitiful lil puss to contract around your fingers powerfully. It doesnt matter that you rip both hands from your overstimulated frame, still cumming like you got direct pressure on your throbbing lil button.

"P-plee-easse To! S-stooop! STOP!"

The amount of liquid that comes outta you is insane, bathing Toge's lower half as you drain your pussy on his clothed cock. You buck so widly in his lap, he has to grip your spasming body tight. Just cant take his eye's of your reflection, watching when you reach back to grip the hair at his nape to anchor yourself.

"Togeeee!"

Toge's so sorry, so so fuckin sorry. Can't believe he got caught slippin like this. He doesn't know how to help you more than covering up your hysterical shrieks with his palm as he cradles your body to his. Feels like Satan himself when he has to tense his gut to not buss at the scene before him.

"Salmon.. Salmon.." He whispers soothingly at your ear, apologizing over and over.

You cum for a full minute, the longest 60 seconds of your fucking life. Can't breath or see pass the tunnel vision as your sweaty frame goes limp in Toge's arm. Don't feel him shakin your body frantically and tappin at your warm cheek as he tries to wake you. You're completely outta it when Saturo clears his throat, knockin sharply outside the classroom door.

"Is everyone- uh.. Everything okay in there?"

[fagcifer]

oooohohhhohoohhh im going to fucking kill you, enoch bonelli. (lovingly)

SU4PRSINGLY I DONT HAVE ANYTHING TO YAP BECAUSE I YAPPED IN THE DRAWING UUHHUUHUUHUUH and there's not much going on in enochs story so. (shrugs) ((proceeds to yap))

uuuuwuowwuwhhh the first outfit was ripped off from a high-end luxury brand, somewhat. i changed the stretchy waist band to that, uh. (i have no idea what its called) i think it's very simple, kinda reminded me of what monks would wear, almost. or an ao dai, probably the white.

the ga/cha li/fe one is. its giving church boy. its giving my grandma dressed me up. hes just a baby. i need to draw him as a sylvanian baby.

i think the second outfit looked odd because of the proportion and the pose specifically. he was supposed to look swaddled in fabric but it didnt look right, so i chopped the fabric in half.

i think he would like quiet cafes —the kind that students would go to study— to people watch and eat sweets. all characters within my reach will be given the sweet tooth treatment. i cant imagine eve baking sweet desserts. yeah, she might bake but they arent sweet sweet.

as funny it wouldve been, i cant see enoch wearing crop top (💔) or grunge-ish clothes or the fuckass t-shirt with silly prints.

[vaathnaos]

HEHEHEHEH >:)

I shall give you fluff first!

“What The Fuck?”

“What the fuck?” Legend scoffed, staring down at the piece of clothing infront of him that was rudely shoved into his lap. “How did you fuckin manage this?”

“Language.” The old man grunted from across the room, causing Legend to roll his eyes.

Blowing a strand of hair from his eyes -rather ineffective considering his hairstyle but whatever- he looks back up to the now very guilty looking sailor. The kid wasnt one who stood down or shied away but…in that moment, Legend really saw him for how young he was- just a kid who made a mistake. A big one, but a mistake nonetheless.

Digging his heel into the worn boards of the ship, Wind grimaced at the floor as if it was to blame.

“Dunno…” He mumbles, causing Legend to raise an unamused look to the boy who only squirms under the gaze.

Looking back down, Legend cant help but cringe at the rather large gash ripped into the knight’s sail cloth. He wasn’t sure where the older hero was but…he was happy it wasn’t here. Running a hand through his hair, Legend sighs knowing how protective the man was over the item which is likely why the little sh– sailor came to him in a panic with said item.

“Hes gonna kill ya,” Legend huffs, tossing the fabric onto the table.

“I knowww!” The teen whines in defeat, slumping against the older teen’s back, causing him to tense- something Wind either ignored or didnt notice. “But you can fix it right? I saw you fix the sail!”

Resisting the urge to shove the kid off, Legend huffed as he stared at the ripped fabric. “A sail is different, no one is finna care if it lookin ugly…but this? This is like his most important possession- well other than the sword…maybe.”

A grunt escapes the man as the teen shakes his shoulders with another whine of defeat. He was half tempted to just push the kid off the bench but as his eyes but a sudden chill runs down his back. Slowly, looking up, the older teen meets the eyes (well eye) of a certain ex- general with a glare that screams ‘dont even think about it.’ Huffing, Legend pouts as he snaps his gaze back down, he swears that the old man plays favourites.

But…

Looking over to the pouting, guilty looking teen, Legend can see the great regret behind his large eyes. The kid didnt show that often, but he can see it now…Ah shit- those look like tears.

“Fine fine.” Legend snatched the cloth back, sending a glare over to Wind. “But you better go distract his ass, cause if I get caught doing this i'm blaming it on you.”

Legend totally wasnt fighting off a smile as Wind eyes lit up, or when he felt Wind tightly hug him before jumping up from the shared bend with a wide smile and a new determination.

“You got it!”

And just like that, he was gone.

Sighing, Legend stares down at the fabric with a grimace, wondering how he was gonna find a way to fix this seamlessly…Before a chuckle pulls him from his thoughts. Looking up, his grimace deepens as he sees Time shaking his head as he polished a dagger, meeting his gaze with a knowing look.

…Maybe he wasnt the only one playing favourites…

“What the fuck.”

This is the cutest thing in the WORLD!

I CAN’T EXPRESS HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME… you did this??!? For me!!?

TRIPPY !! IMMA PRINT THIS AND STARE AT IT FOR EVER.

(Also i need to draw some of it. I NEED TO)

[verynastyspoon]

Scout x Fem!reader pt 5

Summary: You and Scout make love

word count: 977

Warnings: Smut!

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Now you and Scout have been together for 6 months. You to havent done anything aside from kissing, slight groping and mindless grinding, though Scout has definitely tried. Coming up behind, slowly rubbing your hips, and kissing your neck. “Need you dollface.” he would whisper into your ear or talking about how much the ladies have loved him in bed.But the time wasn’t right so you would always say no. But today is your 6 month anniversary and you’re ready for the main event.

You two just got done eating dinner, Scout is lounging on the couch and you’re finishing up the dishes.

“Hey babe, need any help?” He yells

“No thanks!”

Once you’re done you waltz into the livingroom and plop down on your boyfriend's lap.

“Wow uh hey” He rests his hands on your waist.

You pull him in by his shirt and kiss him deeply. “Im ready” You whisper into his ear.

He takes a moment to process what just happened before lighting up in a big smile. “You sure?”

“Mhm.’’ You say as you kiss him again. He quickly pulls you flush against him into a deepend kiss. He bites on your bottom lip making you gasp, he uses this opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth. You two tug on eachothers clothes.

Scout is the first to make a move by taking his own shirt off. You quickly follow suite by removing your own. Scout wraps his arms around you and tries to remove your lacy bra, but fails. “Uh doll I cant um.” He points to your bra.

You understand the message and unhook it yourself letting it fall to the floor. Scout’s eyes widen in shock at your perky breasts, unapologetically staring. He moans at the sight and quickly takes one into his mouth. You pull him in closer by his hair into your tit. Scout swirls his tongue around your nipple before switching to the other.

“Fuck baby, you’re beautiful.” He kisses you. “Do you wanna go to your room or just fuck it and I take you here.

“Bed will be more comfortable.”

He stands up with you still on him, holding you up by your ass.

“Oh!”

He chuckles at your response and walks to your room. He gently lays you down and crawls on top of you. You look up at him while pulling on his belt.

He leans back to take unbuckle and quickly removes his pants. As he does that you make a bit of a show removing yours, moving agonizingly slow.

“Please doll, I need to be inside you”

“You gotta prep me first. I thought you were the sex bomb, you should know that.”

He turns red embarrassed. You pull him closer by his dog tags and whisper. “What? You all talk?”

“No!” He says with his ego hurt. “I’ll show you how a man pleases a woman!” He rips off your underwear in one smooth motion and parts your legs. He spreads your lips and licks a long stripe from top to bottom. “You better hang on because i’m not gonna play nice.” He dives in like a man starved, licking, sucking and biting anything he can get his mouth on.

“JESUS SCOUT CALM DOWN!” You push and pull at his hair not knowing if its too much or not enough. He ignores your plea and keeps going, even adding a finger to the mix. He thrusts one digit into your cunt, sliding it in and out. He experimentally curls his finger drawing a high pitch whine from your throat. Scout smirks knowing he found a good spot and keeps up his relentless pace.

“Scout im close~” You moan weakly

“Call me Jeremy.”

“Jeremy please, fuck, let me cum.”

He doubles his pace.

“JEREMY!” You squirt on his face.

He looks down in shock “You squirted. Fuck that was hot.” He pulls back up to kiss your neck as you calm down.

“Fuck me.”

He quickly makes work of his boxers throwing, them somewhere within the dark room,. “You sure?”

“Yes, please Jeremy.” The way you seductively whisper out his name draws a deep groan from him.

You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to go in. He grabs his cock, it’s long and skinny about 6 inches with a cute pink tip. He slowly pushes into you making both of you moan loudly. He stays there for a moment basking in your warm heat before slowly pushing out and back in.

As he starts to pick up the pace the room gets louder, filled with plops and moans. He starts to thrust in different directions trying to find that sweet spot he found earlier.

“Jeremy!” He grazes your G spot making you whine. He moves faster, continuously hitting that same spot. You pull him down scratching his back, desperately trying to grasp onto anything.

“Y/N i’m getting close.”

“Me too.”

You’re the first to cum, covering his cock in warm fluid. He follows soon after, pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

He collapses onto the bed, both of you basking in post orgasm bliss.

“That was amazing Jeremy.”

“It really was.”

You two cuddle for a little while before you speak up. “Can you wipe me off, i’m all sticky.”

He reluctantly gets up trying to find the closest thing to wipe you off with, which happens to be his pants. He cleans you before laying back down. Scout drapes his arm over you pulling you closer.

“Jeremy.”

“Yes?”

“I was a virgin before this.”

He sits up quickly “Seriously!?”

You nod.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to treat me any different.”

“I’m honored you let me take it.”

You kiss him. “No problem.”

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[wastemanjohn]

I want so bad to ask for more of the fic where it’s John in Hell and f!Sam and f!Dean but I CANT REMEMBER THE TITLE😭 (also you’re amazing for titling your fics before you finish them)

hehe I didn't include it bc while it IS a work it is not in progress 😇 i still think about it tho and i really hope to finish it someday. and all the titles are very much subject to change haha

i thiiink i shared an early version of this scene with you before? anyway it's the only one without big gaps so have it haha

The last thing John sees before he dies is his wife.

Mary looks exactly as when she left him, on the night she went upstairs for the last time; grubby maternity nightgown, barefoot young mother glow, blonde hair like a ratty, fitfully slept in halo. A middle America angel materializing from the flames. 

Flames. Feels like one hell of a cruel joke.

It would be the gentlemanly thing to do to get up and meet her. But John can’t feel his legs.

Maybe it’s not a good enough excuse. Maybe the last dregs of his energy are being spent on trying to inflate his lungs with some kind of consistency, only managing small gulps of air seething with ash and black smoke, his crushed ribs shoving it out again. He can feel the heat from the fire on his face. See the hollow frame of the window he just plummetted through, three storeys above office block, bordered with the remains of shattered glass. It’s in his hair, his clothes. He lies on the sidewalk in a blanket of his own blood, gushing from the holes in his gut made by his own knife. From god knows where else.

But it’s okay, because Mary’s coming towards him. Out of that burning office block, untouched by broken glass, and when she drops to her knees beside him, she’s smiling. Smiling the way she used to smile, before the girls were born, before John had to work so much to keep everyone fed and clothed, before she got all disillusioned and he got all mean, before they had to tread so carefully around the cracks in their foundation. And Mary drops to her knees beside him, giving him that beautiful smile, that uncomplicated smile, like she’s just pleased he exists; that smile that was degrading in his memories like a nitrate print, never entirely captured in the photos stuffed in the back of his journal, the way photos are always just an impression, devoid of the live intricacies that make you love someone; and as Mary tilts her head and puts her hand with its pretty delicate fingers on his face, John knows this isn’t right. That whatever he’s feeling, it should be identifiable. More.

He’s very cold. His bones are cold. He feels a twitch in his throat, soundless attempt at a groan. The sidewalk feels like putty against his back.

Mary murmurs wordlessly. Soothing. Her hand comes down on his cheek, delicate, warm, the bump of her wedding ring. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here now.”

Her voice - god, so long since John has heard her voice, the lilt and cadence lost to time - 

“It’ll be good this time. Just you and me - it’ll be like it was in the beginning."

The beginning. The way the beginning always comes back.

“Just relax,” she says. “I’ve got you.”

She’s getting blurry. The fire rages on. And it’s everything John has wanted for sixteen years. To see her. Tell her how her little girls are grown, how they’re smart and brave and beautiful. Conversations he’s rehearsed in his head, kept in a vault for when he’ll need them again, for the afterlife he never really believed in; but when you’re lost, when you’re ripped torn up inside and you can never get what you want, you have to hold onto something. But now -

John draws in as much breath as he can. Uses it to tell his wife, ���We really need to talk.”

Just saying it leaves him exhausted. He doesn’t think he ever said that to Mary.  Not the way she said it to him, when he’d be home long after the girls were in bed, working late or at the bar.

The way she stopped saying it eventually, the way she wouldn’t even look up when he came home, the way they became sexless roommates who quietly despised each other, tiptoeing around it with the mess of little girl toys on the floor.

Those memories don’t usually come easy to John. Funny how they do now. Of all fucking times.

Mary thumbs at his cheek. “We will talk,” she tells him, voice heavy like a promise. “We’ll have all the time we could ever need now. And I’ll tell you everything you could ever want to know.”

John can feel himself fading. How much is everything? 

The lick-hiss of the flames is meditative, kind of. Just five minutes ago, he thought he was hunting a simple spirit. It feels shitty and poetic, that this is going to be how it ends.

Anyway; not like there’s anything he can do about it. Nothing but watch Mary lay down next to him on the sidewalk, pressed into his flank, arm around his waist. His blood pressed into patches like paint on her nightgown. Covering her hand. She lays her head on his chest, ear to the heart that’s giving up the fight.

“I missed you,” she says. Lips soft against his ripped shirt. “Come with me, John. Come home.”

He can hear sirens. Hear them low and distant, like he made them up in his head. He’s very cold; but Mary feels warm and alive against him, and it’s all he’s wanted for sixteen years, and if this is how it ends then so be it.

“Come with me,” Mary says again. Tips of her hair stained with blood. “We’ve got all the time we could need. We’ll have eternity.”

It’s a good thing, John thinks, that they have eternity. He has a feeling they’re going to need it.

[kaiserposting]

sorry for not coughing up the kaiser hcs right away i live an unhappy life. here they are for your viewijg pleasure, ranging from living together to actual marriage but in no real order. sorry if my grasp of his character sucks. also long af:

- his personality stays consistent but he’s a little softer with you except during big relationship milestones. around then he kind of regresses to his meaner self cuz the weight of it all scares him. if you stick with him during these periods it helps him come to terms with how serious you two are and he softens again

- awful taste in interior design he has one of thise super beige and expensive apartments ripped out of a magazine. you reminding him he doesnt have to put on a persona around you makes things less sterile over time but when he’s having a bad day he’s taken to stress cleaning.

- does do chores and is generally very neat. more stuff in the house and not outside it. has a habit of putting the laundry in the machines but not taking it out so you end up being the one to fold clothes. he lounges on the bed while you do it though? just to tlak but he doesn’t help and he says “hush” if you bring it up

- if you talk to him while hes busy he gives uou his full attention. unnerving. like he’ll stop vacuuming entirely and look at you with eye contact every time. great multitasker otherwise

- pretry private person and not forthcoming with doubts even to you, thiugh he improves with time. very nervous when he proposed* even though he acted like there was no way you’d say no. very involved in planning and thought about this really expensive public wedding but you were like “do you even want this” and he didn’t so the wedding was a small private affair or you eloped. its his favorite day and he looks at the photos frequently

-*if you proposed instead he cries a little and says yes before you finish the question but denies vehemently after the fact. doesn’t matter if there were pics or videos he says it didnt happen

- bathroom hogger. sometimes uses all the hot water. if you complain he says you should just shower together cuz it saves water but you argue it doesn’t matter when his showers are an hour long to begin with

- touchy-feely and handsy (re: above) bit not necessary in an nsfw way. he wont admit it to you bit physically touching calms him and reminds him you’re there and real and sometimes he looks st you a little too long and gets this goofy smile. if you mention it he says he cant believe YOURE so lucky to have him as your husband. asshole

- follows you around the house and likes to be in the same room. not above following you into the bathroom

- when he wakes up is when you wake up because he doesn’t bother to be extra quiet when you’re adleep in the mornings + he often sleeps theough his own alarm so YOU have to wake him anyway

- likes to shower you in lavish gifts bc he takes pride in his ability to earn such things but doesn’t like or care much for lavish gifts in return. grows to really appreciate handmade/more thoughtful things from you and learns a craft to give them to you in return. i think he can draw well. keeps all the things he has from you on a shelf or in a box wnd looks at it from time to time

- embarrassingly brags about you to everyone especially after marriage. you’re his most valuable treasure

- attentive to detail and likes to dress you up down to accessories for events and such. kind of fussy. when he’s pleased he kisses your ring and says something lame like “perfect, darling”

Thnk you ofor returning and sharing. I can see your vision on most of these. Especially the lame ass apartment that is sooo him

[salubriousbean]

OHH MY GOSH THAT FINALE

IT MADE ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS !!!!!

(Spoilers below the cut)(very disorganized because I spewed this all out and then immediately went to bed bc it's late)

OKAY FIRST OFF THE MUSIC????!!!?!?!?!?!? LIKE HELLO THATS AMAZING I CANT WAIT FOR THE SOUNDTRACK TO BE RELEASED! LIKE AT THE BEGINNING THE MUSIC AND OHH MY GOSH THE E N D WITH OMEGA'S THEME?!!! WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE IT

AND ADULT OMEGA??!!!!!!!!!!! WITH THE REBELLION??!!! Okay but seriously her outfit tho like I desperately want that jacket, and her hair is so cute! And Hunter's bandana! AND GONKY! AND LULA! AND TECH'S GOGGLES! Oh you can bet imma be drawing a lot of omega over the next few months (or at least trying to every so often)

Okay anyways let's rewind a bit (these are all out of order) BUT LIKE CROSS'S HAND?? THAT CX WAS RUTHLESS OHMYGOSHH

AND THEN YES THE DRAMATIC BRIDGE SCENE IN THE RAIN!!! RIP Scorch but like DANG HEMLOCK GOT RIDDLED (he deserved it)

AND JT WAS SO FUNNY WHEN OMEGA JUST STABBED HIM LIKE BAHAHHA

Though, I did wonder why she didn't just make herself dead weight instead of running with Hemlock to the bridge. It would have slowed him down a lot more but maybe Scorch wouldn't let her (or I just didn't see, I know I missed some details).

SPEAKING OF DETAILS I MISSED, EVA TIED THE PRISON-LULA TO HER BACK??? Thanks for filling in the gaps tumblr lol

Also, I wonder how they made the Zillo's screeching bc I swear that was on another level like what the heeeck

Also I'm sad we didn't get to find out who CX-2 was, or if it was just another random clone (whoever he was he was kickbutt tho). And ngl the whole time Echo was talking to the prisoners (!!dramatic clone speech!! Like fives's speeches!!) I was peering for any sign of Dogma's tattoo

Also Hemlock, isn't that gas like a war crime or something? And the prisoner torture thing? I haven't read much of the Geneva Conventions but I'm pretty sure that's against international laws (well at least on Earth, you'd hope in the galaxy far far away as well)

ALSO!! THE C H I L D R E N !!!!! THEY'RE ADORAVLE AND I LOVE THEM SO MHCH AND I LOVE SEEJNG THEM AND THE CLONES ALL HAPPY ON PABU AND EATING SPACE ICE CREAM though Eva, Jax, Sami,Bayrn, and the other prisoners need new clothes lol

ALSO YES EMERIE I LOVE HER CHARACTER AND CHARACTER ARC ITS SO GOOD AND SHES AAAAHHH "You have my word" or something like that THE MANDO INSTINCTS KICKING IN

And I love her convo with Echo, about being free

AND THE SCENE UNDER THE TREE??*CHEFS KISS* BEAUTIFUL 10/10

That reminds me, the line "Clone Force 99 died with Tech" is so sad 😢

Gosh the voice acting is so good dsfjavlkakgsslsdgldgksdltdys

Also (sorry I'm using that word a lot lol) I totally though older Omega was Phee when she was going into the cave for some reason or like Phee with a different hairstyle BUT I LOVE OMEGA SO MUCH SHES SO STRONG AND UMM I ALREADY WANT HER ADVENTURES IN THE REBELLION

I'm so glad none of the batch died in that attack (but also their accelerated aging makes me so sad). Also I love how Hunter offers their help to Omega even though they're not in the physical condition they used to be. He's so loyal, they're all so loyal to each other. That's not a weakness (glares at Hemlock). I love the loyalty of the clones, built in shared experiences and trials.

Okay my typings getting worse so I'll maybe return tomorrow with more thoughts

[the-s1lly-corner]

UMUMUMUM!! can we please get some general fluff headcannons for the puppeteer and a GN!reader ? i totally understand if you cant or dont want to/gen

General Headcannons for Puppeteer x reader!

oooo been a hot minute since ive been asked to do a solo post for the puppeteer ! yipee! going to try to knock this one out since ive got something baking in the oven eheheheheh!

definitely a teaser... if youre the type to get flustered or embarrassed easily i think hes going to exploit that- not exactly in a malicious way, he just thinks its adorable how you get all red and stumble all over your words

honestly whenever i think of romantic headcannons for him i tend to think of him like a spoiled cat, like yeah sure he knows hes all that and he knows youre going to keep dumping affection into them and hes probably going to get pouty if you retract that for a moment; if that makes sense

which does make me wonder, should i grant him the silly hc of being able to purr? or perhaps, maybe he chirps and clacks? his limbs are kind of wooden, or at least give off the illusion of it.. maybe they rattle a bit in a mocking attempt of a purr? shrugs, ive always been a fan of characters like that rattling to show being flustered or happy

definitely hovers and looks over your shoulder, probably leans/looks over your should while youre working on things... if youre working on something and look to be a little stumped i think he might actually offer some pretty solid criticism and/or ideas... he looks like he would be into artsy stuff... or maybe thats just because he looks like he would be because of how the admin draws him... admin makes him look like a fruity depressed art student who drinks black coffee and smokes between classes

getting back on track, he doesnt sleep, so he tends to wander around your house during the night while youre sleeping.. usually opts to watch over you while you sleep... might wake you up if you seem to be having a nightmare but will likely play it off as him just needing something from you... him? being soft and caring about your health? pshhh,...... but please drink this water, you look a little thirsty

definitely more of a shower than a speaker in terms of showing he cares about you, has a little bit of an ego, you know?

good at sewing and stitching, you never have to deal with your clothes having rips or holes ever again because hes going to be patching them up without you even having to ask; just dont tease him about it,,,! he might just stop doing it for a while out of vague embarrassment

cant take what he dishes out; he constantly lightly makes fun of you for a bunch of stuff in order to get you flustered, but the second the tables turn hes going to be shuffling away and hovering off out of sight

[calmingpi]

Was drawing gilvek last night in various outfits and i thought itd be interesting to doodle my "rules" for what kind of skirts i put them in? Ive mentioned them many times before particularly during the mario designs

Tarvek i base his outfits on 1. Agatha's Signal Dress 2. The Evil Agatha dress from Tarvek's imagination 3. Old illustrations of Ozma of Oz (it makes sense in my head)

In general i put him in fairly tight fitting clothes, unless its a dress or skirt. Then its drapey and flowey always. Theres exceptions to this though i always list these rules and then completely ignore them later. This is especially the case with modern aus. Tarvek can wear a bandage dress sometimes. As a treat

Gil doesnt have any examples of skirts that he seems to have feelings about one way or the other besides "wwooooow agatha... In a DRESS..." So i pretty much go off of what i think hed be comfortable wearing

Casual cute is better, frilly or decorated are a no unless of some requirement, likely to wear something under them, probably more interested in functionality than aesthetics, and i cant imagine him in something actually long (i think hed trip over them or get so frustrated hed rip them shorter anyway). I also have my doubts that hed wear anything "sexy" either. I think skifander and geister garb is a different circumstance, but i also tend to draw him in pants under the skirt when i draw Geister Gil anyway. It just seems like something he would do. Cold legs

[foxboyclit]

paper doll

happy day 21 of @flufftober! Nydalla simply cant resist picking out Iphis' clothes

up on ao3 here!

Iphis had barely seen his Mistress recently, and he was growing concerned. In the past tenday, Minisstra had become even more of a recluse, spending long hours in her office planning for the upcoming holiday. The Festival of Webs was snaking closer, and House Nydalla came second in nothing. Fortunately, he had an idea to pull her near.

It was another morning where the two dressed together-silently, independently, efficiently, when he stopped her just before their parting of ways. She lingered in the doorway, and he knew he had to make this request quick.

“About the upcoming festival, I’m going to need something to wear. I’d been thinking”, he drew in closer, reaching for her hand to bring to his lips, “wouldn’t I look good in something you dressed me in?”

Her lips curled into a smile, one of wicked interest. “I’d have to agree. Today,” she leaned forward,and the hand he had kissed now ghosted over his jaw before lifting his chin. “I want a list of what you will and will not wear, so I know just the right outfit for my doll. Can you do that for me?” 

“Yes, Mistress.” he answered.

“Good boy.” she patted his cheek before turning to leave.

*

In Minisstra’s office, she unfolded a piece of parchment that had snuck its way onto her desk, reading and committing every word to perfect memory.

No dresses, skirts, or light colors. 

Tunics, robes, leggings and corsets are all okay.

Show off as much of me as you’d like.

She grinned, knowing exactly what she was going to pick.

Sometime mid-afternoon, Iphis was summoned to her quarters, standing tall and perfectly still as she took his measurements. Her gaze studied every inch of his frame with cold calculations, and if this alone sent a thrill up his spine, he had no idea how to resist falling apart in her hands come time to be dressed.

The date of the festival had arrived, and with the celebrations drawing near, all of House Nydalla was in motion, moving like a well-oiled machine. Here in Minisstra’s room, time felt as if it were suspended as she dressed her boy. He sat at the edge of her bed, his skin drinking up the feeling of her hands sliding the pair of leggings over it. Two taps on his hip followed by a soft order of up, and he rose. More hands, guiding his arms up, as she pulled the robes over him, smoothing out any creases and oh, how it only dried his mouth more. 

She wrapped the corset-belt around his waist, deft fingers working the lacing through with the precision of Lloth’s finest weavers. She pulled two lower strings, and Iphis’ breath caught in his throat. From behind, an amused hum caused his ears to twitch ever so slightly.

“Too tight, Ra’soltha?”

“No,” he sighed. He didn’t need to see her teasing smile for it to set his nerves alight.

“Good.” a couple more tugs, and her touch receded from his back as she directed him to the mirror. 

In front of it stood Minisstra’s handiwork, her boy dressed in deep blue robes with silver web details climbing the hem,and  the half-corset providing a flattering silhouette. She spun him around, and he glanced over his shoulder to see that the backside was a sheer fabric dipping tantalizingly low with silver embroidered stars, and she would rip every one out of the sky if it brought him the same delighted expression he wore now.

“I’d venture a guess to say you like it?”

Iphis nodded, “It’s perfect, I knew it was right to trust your talent in picking clothes.”

“It’s actually quite easy, having the perfect doll to model for me.” her hands rested around his waist again, her fingertips squeezing lightly; one last tease before,

 “Now, I think it’s best we head out, wouldn’t you agree?”