#so some guys fall more between categories than just one or the other

[aehno]

my tastes in men are a spectrum

Also they're all socially inept and easily flustered not just the guy in the middle. Tis more fun that way.

[starsforselene]

Prove it - Mingyu x Reader

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Afab reader

Rating: explicit MDNI

Contains: Fingering, breast play, light ass smacking, doggy style, little dirty talk, unprotected sex, coming on body

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: During a late night hangout session, you and your friend Mingyu get into a discuss over whether all guys fall into the "boob man" or "ass man" category. Mingyu insists he's both. Naturally, further exploration is required.

Note: This is just Mingyu smut I have no excuse.

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“Oh, c’mon! Be honest with yourself and with me!”

“I am being honest! I swear it, I don’t have a preference!” Mingyu exclaims as he leans forward on the couch, eyes bright with laughter.

You huff and shake your head as you fold your legs up on the couch, fighting your own laughter.

“Kim Mingyu, every man is either an ass man or a boobs man. The whole ‘I don’t have a preference’ thing is just a way to seem like a sensitive guy. In touch with your feminine side or whatever they say.”

Mingyu rolls his eyes and leans back again. He’s not annoyed, not truly, the smirk on his face gives him away. You’re half a pizza and two soju bottles deep into your routine weekend hang out and the conversation has somehow ended up here. Some would think it strange to ask your best friend what he prefers on a woman but after years of being friends nothing is off limits anymore; you know nearly everything about each other. Maybe part of you just wants to finally know everything about each other.

“I know that you have a strict preference for douchebags who pretend they’re more mature than they are to get into your pants but, I promise you that I genuinely don’t prefer one over the other. I-” he pauses and looks at you, suddenly a little more flushed. “I don’t have to prove myself to you, you know.”

His hesitation peaks your interest, now you have to know. You sit up and lean closer to him, gaze boring into him. He chuckles but doesn’t break eye contact, heat searing through you as his dark eyes meet yours. You inhale sharply, taken aback by the sudden pulsing between your thighs, fighting the urge to bite your lip when you see him lick his momentarily.

“So what were you going to say? That you don’t have a preference ‘cause it’s all just so great?”

He laughs and runs a hand down his face, leaning his head back against the sofa. He’s splayed out almost fully across it now, leaving you just enough space to still be sharing the couch with him. Typically, the fact that he’s sitting there in just a tank top and some shorts doesn’t bother you–he’s just a friend, after all–but his broad shoulders and large arms are just so…there tonight. He’s gotten bigger lately and you’ve enjoyed teasing him on his new hobby but now your body is reacting to the results of his hard work in ways you find surprising. The silence pulls you out of your thoughts, realizing a little too late that you were blatantly staring at the way his pecs stretch the material of his tank top.

“See something you like?” he says, raising his eyebrows comically as he flexes his chest.

“Stop it! Don’t change the subject!” You swat his arm–his very firm arm–and laugh.

“The answer is yes, okay? I don’t have a preference because it’s all great and I love every single inch of a woman’s body. As all men should by the way, even though they don’t.”

The way he holds your gaze as he replies shoots heat down your spine and into your core. Arousal floods your panties, causing you to clench your thighs together. You’re confused at how your best friend is managing to turn you on like this.

Mingyu’s eyes widen the smallest amount as he drops his gaze down to your mouth. In a panic you gasp, releasing your bottom lip in the process. Shit, were you just lustfully biting your lip at your best friend…and he…seems to like it? You search his face for hints of disgust or humor but find nothing but his widened pupils. You sit back against the couch, putting distance between you and whatever the fuck is happening right now.

“Did my answer satisfy you?” he asks, voice husky.

“Satisfy me? It takes a lot more than a response to do that, Gyu.” It amazes you how well you act unaffected when in reality you’re coming apart at the seams.

“I’m sure it takes plenty to satisfy you,” he retorts with a chuckle as he sits up straighter with what you think is a sly attempt on his part to adjust himself.

When he catches you looking he smirks; you played right into it–he wanted you to look. You take a breath in hopes that it looks like you’re annoyed when you’re pretty riled up.

“Oh? Are you trying to say something?”

“Yeah, actually. I am.”

You laugh despite the heat radiating under your skin. If he wants to play this game you can match his energy; that’s not a problem. You square your shoulders and stare him down, willing your heartbeat to settle even though your pulse has been racing since he mentioned you being satisfied.

“Are you insinuating that you can satisfy me?”

Mingyu swallows hard and you preen with satisfaction at how you’ve affected him. It’s short lived, however, as he leans forward to bridge the gap between you. The air feels charged, his eyes meeting yours with a fire you’re not quite used to seeing from him.

“I just want to show you that I really don’t have a preference, that’s all. Plus, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about what it would be like to satisfy you,” he says with a sly smile.

All bravado leaves you along with the air in your lungs, you blink a few times to make sure you’re not dreaming. It takes only a few seconds to gather yourself enough to respond, the words leaving your mouth before you can begin to question it.

“Fine, prove it.”

He closes the distance between you with a low growl, capturing your mouth with his in a kiss that leaves you reeling. You wrap your hands around his neck, tugging him closer as he deepens the kiss, tongue claiming your mouth. With a groan, he pulls you by your waist until you’re straddling him. You can feel how hard he is already, his clothed cock pressing against your aching core.

Your hips grind against him, seeking friction to quell the aching between your thighs, moaning into the kiss as you feel his cock twitch in response. His grip tightens on your waist, moving your hips faster in time to his own grind against you. It should feel silly to be dry humping like desperate teenagers but hearing Mingyu’s whimpers and his body reacting to yours is intoxicating. Without giving it much thought you’re clawing at his shirt to get it off him, tugging at the material until you’re forced to break apart to take it off. He returns the favor and rids you of your shirt, eyes locked on yours, lips swollen from kissing—he looks downright sinful.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” He asks.

“I need to know if you’re full of shit so, yeah, I’m down.”

Mingyu chuckles and rolls his eyes; he grabs you by the back of the knee and before you can protest you’re on your back. He hovers over you, slotting between your legs with ease. You can feel him, hot and heavy against your core; you can’t help but roll your hips up to seek more, making him hiss and tut at you.

“I’m not surprised that you’re an impatient little brat. Sadly, you’re going to have to wait. I have a point to prove.”

Before you can retort, Mingyu shuts you up with a searing kiss. His hand moves down your side to still your hips, squeezing you once in a warning. You groan into his mouth, your hands sliding up his back to drag your nails down his skin. He shivers against you and you love how you can affect him just as much as he does you.

He starts trailing sloppy kisses down your jaw, stopping to nip just behind your ear, making you gasp and whimper. He smirks against your skin as he continues his way down with other small kisses, bites and soothing licks. You’re panting by now, core throbbing with need with every touch of his lips on your hot skin. His hands expertly snake behind your back until they reach your bra clasp, undoing it with the ease of someone who’s had the practice. You shimmy the straps down your arms and toss the garment aside.

You half expect him to attack you like some kind of over-excited teenager but he doesn’t; he drinks in your form with an almost reverent awe, making you shiver. Mingyu smirks when he catches you watching him, huffing a laugh before kissing you again.

It’s too brief of a kiss, his lips leave yours to trail down the column of your neck as he makes his way down to your breasts. He eagerly sucks a pebbled nipple into his mouth with a groan as his other hand kneads at your other breast. Your back arches in response, soft moans making way to more desperate whimpers and pleads when he tugs playfully on your nipple.

“You sound so pretty like that. Can’t wait to hear you come for me,” he mumbles against your skin as he makes his way over to your other breast.

Your only response is another strangled groan as you tangle your fingers in his hair to tug him closer. Not that you need to because he doesn’t seem to have anywhere else to be; he takes his time licking and sucking on your sensitive buds, never neglecting either breast as he moans along with you. He’s painfully hard against your cunt, cock twitching every time his name leaves your lips, he grinds into you as he ravishes you and it’s nearly driving you over the edge. You’re starting to get overstimulated, half-crazed and desperately wet when you finally beg for mercy.

“Gyu, please, please, I need you. Please,” you breathe as your legs wrap around him.

Mingyu looks up at you, lips deliciously swollen and dark, and laughs. For a moment, you think he’s going to shrug and ignore you but he doesn’t. He sits up and starts tugging your shorts and panties off, you lift yourself off the couch to help him take them off and pretty soon they’re somewhere on the living room floor.

He looks at you, eyes dark with need and runs his hand down your stomach, caressing your skin until he reaches where you need him most. You gasp as his finger dips between your folds, finding your swollen clit and circling it gently as he watches the way his hand moves. You watch him as he sucks in a breath and bites his lip, mesmerized that he’s just so into you. Your lids flutter closed with a groan when he slips a finger inside you, pressing it against your front wall until you’re grinding your hips into his hand with pathetic mewls and whimpers of his name.

Stars explode behind your eyes when he adds another finger, moving them in and out in time with each roll of your hips, scissoring you open for him. He’s moaning with you, low grunts of appreciation every time your walls squeeze around his fingers and how good he sounds is making the room spin and your release draw closer. Mingyu doesn’t miss a beat, using his other hand to circle your clit until you’re gripping the side of the couch and chanting his name like it’s the only word you know how to say, your climax bursting through you in quick waves. You’re left panting and floaty on the couch, but not for long.

“Turn around,” he growls as he undoes the tie on his sweatpants.

You oblige, flipping over and getting on all fours, backing your hips up until they met his. You notice he’s still wearing clothes and you pout, grinding against him until he grabs your waist and stops you.

“Can you learn to be just a little bit patient? I’m enjoying the view,” he teases as he grabs a handful of your ass.

“I promise the view is better once you’re fucking me. I’ll let you smack my ass, too just so you can prove yourself.”

This earns you a huffed laugh from him and soon you can feel his hard cock sliding between your folds, teasing your clit before lining up with your entrance, hands gripping your waist. He’s still long enough that you open your mouth to say something but just as you’re about to say something he finally penetrates you, sliding inside you slow enough to make your shiver as he stretches your walls.

Mingyu sucks in a breath through clenched teeth when he bottoms out, gripping you tighter like he knows that you already want to start moving, craving the sweet friction of him. Your walls pulse around him and you both moan; your head drops forward as you whine, circling your hips despite his hold on you.

“This is so much better than what I imagined. You feel so fucking amazing,” he groans as he starts rocking his hips, slowly, like he’s wanting to savor it.

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this, too. Not like this though but it’s fine,” you reply with a smirk.

Mingyu stills, you can hear the head tilt in his voice. “Oh? Like how then?”

“Mmmm…you’re usually fucking me faster, harder. But if this is more your speed–oh fuck–”

He smacks your ass before gripping your hips again, picking up his pace until the room fills with the lewd sounds of his hips slamming into you repeatedly. He’s angled himself perfectly, each thrust in hitting your front wall hard enough that you’re breathless and dizzy, the rope in your belly already impossibly tight. You’re gripping the couch cushions for dear life, moaning his name every time his palm connects with the soft flesh of your backside, stars beginning to float in your vision as your walls start to clench around him.

“You gonna come already, baby? You talked such big game about taking me hard, what happened? Too much?” he coos as he continues to fuck you relentlessly.

The only thing you can respond with is a drawn out whine as he continues to fuck you, deep thrusts that hit exactly where you need. You can’t string words–let alone thoughts–together to retort, all you can manage is pathetic begging and pleading for more. Mingyu’s happy to oblige, hands gripping your ass cheeks as he kneads them to ease some of the sting from earlier. You start meeting his thrusts, lost in the feeling of him filling you completely, incoherent praises and pleas falling from your lips as your release draws closer.

“That’s it baby, feels so good. Keep fucking yourself like that, wanna feel you come around my cock,” Mingyu groans as his fingers find your neglected clit to rub tight, fast circles.

You come, eyes squeezed shut as fireworks burst in your vision, your body shaking with every contraction that rolls up from your toes and crashes over you. If it wasn’t for Mingyu holding you up against him as he fucks you through it, you’d collapse onto the couch from the dizzying release that rocks through you. He’s not far behind, hips jerking erratically as he tries to prolong your pleasure, deep moans and pathetic whimpers falling from his lips as he pumps into you wildly.

He pulls out without warning, the emptiness a little jarring as he groans behind you, hand on your ass to stop you from moving. You feel the warm ropes of his come against your skin as he groans your name breathlessly between deep moans.

He’s up before you have time to make a comment about your situation, disappearing into the bathroom down the hall and coming back with a washcloth.

“Sorry I didn’t ask, felt it was a better option than the alternative,” he comments as he wipes you down.

“I’m on birth control but I guess you wouldn’t know. Thanks for uh, cleaning up the mess for me.”

“Would be rude if I didn’t, you know? Anyway, hope that you believe me now,” Mingyu chides with a smile.

“I’m not convinced, if I’m honest. I’ll need further research to come to a clear conclusion,” you say as you get up to get dressed.

“Oh, you’ll be coming, alright.”

[velnna]

The more I learn about your comic... The more I fall in love with it. Especially your bugs! Like can you explain more about them? I'm really curious about them (from the full bugs to the hybrids and anything else that comes to mind).

Anyway your art is wonderful and I adore seeing it on my dash. And you can info-dump too. If you want ofc.

Thank you!

The worldbuilding is a work in progress (as it always is, but the first chunk of the comic itself is pretty self-contained so we've been slowly tinkering at the rest of the world and creatures as we go without affecting it much), so we mostly have loose rules and ideas for the bugs as a species. Or anything in between for that matter.

For all intended purposes, bug people are all the same species and can usually cross-breed within mechanical constraints, as well as mix with the elves we threw into the mix. Genetics? Don't know her. We operate on Sims logic here.

A full bug has roughly a human lifespan, with some variation depending on the type of bug it's closer to and some type-specific quirks. The one we've explorer the most, as it pertains to Ashton and the latest batch out of the oven, is the ability that some types might have to undergo metamorphosis, usually at the expense of lifespan. This is Ashton btw

And this is Ashton pre-metamorphosis:

Something like this isn't super common tho! So despite me drawing a bunch of butterfly or moth people they generally don't get to that point and stay looking more like funky lizards with many arms

Bugs can have many arms or legs or eyes, funky colours, exoskeletal bits, antennae, or look pretty close to your average human/elf with hidden bug features. Dahlia for instance is a vaguely spidery bug but can easily hide a bunch of her eyes and secretes venom thru hidden glandes so you could mistake her for an elf

Meanwhile it'd be very hard to mistake someone like this guy for anything other than a horned bug

If u catch my drift.

Some bugs are small! Some are huge. Some are out there committing atrocities

Some dont look like bugs at all

They're generally not as physically strong as the average elf but more resilient in a cockroach kinda way. They can have a chaotic range of circulatory systems and internal organs that sometimes just make them really hard to kill and its also pretty hard to keep track of every variation of the species and their quirks.

That being said in a lot of places they're super common and coexist with elves just fine, mix up and it's also not super uncommon to have half breeds like our man Staeve (the ThUG edition). The closer you get to elf the longer you live and less "non human" traits you have. There's also a bunch of different types of regular ass elf and it all falls under the elf category unless we decide to name them something else down the line.

Then you've got a smaller category of super elves that have been isolated for so long they never blended with anything else, are more attuned to magic and in general have a sort of mythical status amongst everyone else. They also have the longest lifespan at around 250 ish years.

That's sort of the TL;DR for now! Ollie and I have started to put all the info we've got into a single repository and do want to start sharing it (probably as patreon posts for now) because comics are slow and the scope might not encompass that much of what we want to explore of this world. And the chaotic idea machine never stops

Here's a metamorphosis meme for ya

[cy-lindric]

I wanted to vent, but also ask an honest question. Since I was a teenager, I always wanted to work on character design. And one thing that always caught my attention was how I always preferred male character designs over female ones. My first thought was that I was always more into androgynous fashion and more masculine styles. But time passed and I came to the conclusion that it wasn't just that, and it seems that male characters can always be different things: fat, thin, handsome, ugly, short, tall, young, old, etc. and female characters, for the most part, fall into two categories: cute or sexy. I wanted some tips on how I can make female characters with more interesting designs, without having to fall into those two categories. I love your work and you managed to make someone else like the three musketeers <3<3

Hello ! That's definitely a good question and something I think about a lot. The bias towards beauty is very strong in character design and it takes a conscious effort to diversify output in that regard.

That sort of advice might be a bit obvious, but one habit I picked up from the director on my first feature film gig was to actually "cast" characters. Without reference, we tend to go for the kind of symmetrical face and "average" features mostly out of stylistic habit. I like to look at character actors with distinct faces (I like this pinterest page that has a lot of faces in one place) but also just acquaintances or pictures of random crowds.

When designing a character, at first I'm always building a big reference board trying to decide what Type of Guy (gender neutral) I'm going for, trying use photos rather than other people's art, because I want to rely on automatics and graphic symbols as little as possible. Whether I'm designing a man or a woman or other, I use references of fashion styles and people across the board in terms of gender so I keep the scope open. Sometimes a character ref board for me will be a picture of one of my aunts next to a bunch of screenshots of Columbo. In my experience, a lot of the times, it's mostly about going with styles and archetypes the same way you would for a male character, and switching it up somewhere along the way by looking at real women in your life and beyond as a grounding mechanism. Sometimes that will mean changing almost nothing, because the borders between genders and how you characterize them is blurry and fluid, and sometimes it will mean using features that are uniquely tied to some sort of female experience.

I enjoy realism and I think getting more proficient at it did help me diversify my designs (I find that more difficult to do with more minimalistic styles). Still, I am mostly a fantasy artist and in my case that comes with some amount of stylization and idealization of shapes and looks. I'm far from perfect in my biases and I'm not going out of my way to draw "ugly" characters because that doesn't mean much to me ; I try to draw inspiration from the faces of every day people and I associate it with my love for fashion. It's also worth noting the work I post here for fun is a lot more hash tag aesthetic than the stuff I do professionally where diversity is much more important.

I don't know if any of that is relevant but that's definitely an interesting topic ! I'd love to know others' perspective and tips on the matter.

[lurkingshan]

Hellooo, do you have any recs for well written bls that also deliver on the romance front? My favorites that are both great shows and great love stories are Eighth sense, Old fashioned cupcake and I told the sunset about you ( the 2nd season is great but I dont f with cheating)...

Hello! I am interpreting your ask to mean you want bls that 1) are focused on a Big Love Story as their main purpose and 2) have strong writing that nails the romance, in particular. With that in mind, here's what I would recommend in addition to the ones you already listed, sorted into a few categories.

Dramatic and Swoony

La Pluie

Two soulmates (or are they?) meet, try to figure out their relationship, and decide whether they care what destiny has to say about it. Also features an equally swoony side couple romance. This show is Big Romance all around and very much in conversation with the genre.

I Feel You Linger in the Air

It doesn't get much more epic and swoony than this show about a modern gay man who gets sent back in time and falls in love with a young heir. This one has an asterisk next to the strong writing criteria because things get pretty wobbly in the final arc, but the romance stays strong throughout and it features some of the best bl romance scenes of all time.

Bad Buddy

It's gay Romeo and Juliet, but nobody dies (though importantly, someone does get shot). This one is tumblr famous for a reason!

Romantic Comedy

Cooking Crush

The sweetest romcom Off and Gun have ever made, with a simple love story between a med student and a chef. This show has some flaws--they let a drunk monkey take over the editing booth on a few episodes in the middle--but it's well written and the romance is great.

Cherry Magic Thailand

A remake of the Japanese original, this one shocked most of us by improving on an an already solid show. It's a fantastic romance, alternately funny and poignant and sweet as hell.

Semantic Error

The perfect bl romcom doesn't exis--

Light On Me

A high school love triangle where everyone is likable and the right boy gets the guy.

I Cannot Reach You

High school friends to lovers and done exactly right. This show is so goddamn charming and funny while still managing to get to the underlying angst of this trope. Perfection.

My School President

This one is all first love and high school shenanigans and a ton of original songs that will get stuck in your head.

Comforting and Cozy

Sing My Crush

Here's one for your constant rewatch list. A story of two best friends who love each other instantly but take awhile to make it explicitly romantic, as one of them is hurt and hiding and the other is oblivious yet somehow still devoted. You will love them.

Takara’s Treasure

This is a gentle love story between two lonely people who are exactly the right fit for each other but struggle with their own insecurities.

Our Dating Sim

A second chance romance for two high school friends who meet again as adults after a bad separation. Short and sweet with just the right touch of angst to burrow into your heart.

Angst Baby

At 25:00 in Akasaka

Two actors who first met in college are cast in a bl together, and the lines between their professional and private lives start to blur. This is a really beautiful and evocative show.

Wedding Plan

A gay man who is preparing to marry his lesbian best friend to protect themselves from their families falls in love with his wedding planner. It's a classic romance trope but this show does it so well, with an added layer of queer angst that really deepens the story.

My Beautiful Man

A high school story that centers on a psychologically complex relationship dynamic that will not become fully clear to you until the end (by design, the writing for this show is remarkable). It's not a traditional romance but it is a deeply moving one, and if you like it there's a sequel season and movie that are both also great.

Theory of Love

The messy angst-ridden friends to lovers drama we deserve. Don't skip the special episode, it's one of the rare cases where the special is actually crucial to the story and not just bonus fluff.

My Tooth Your Love

This one is romcom shaped but also deals a lot with trauma, so on balance it's more of an angsty romance. Warning for dentistry (which I recently learned is an issue for a lot of folks on here).

Gameboys 1 and 2

A pandemic-era romance that starts long distance before our boys can come together in real life. Definitely watch both seasons!

Jack O’ Frost

The only bl that has ever used the amnesia trope well. A romance gone wrong that gets an unexpected second chance after an accident forces a reset of their relationship. I found the themes of generosity and forgiveness in this one really moving.

Seven Days

This one is what it says on the tin--spend a week with two teenage boys as they try out dating each other. I really love the structure of this one, and the romance is well done.

[kelin-is-writing]

warnings: +18, friends to lovers, fluff, masturbation, protected sex, fingering, slight spanking, overstimulation, pet names, dirty talk, dabi is a huge tease who’s actually losing it inside, reader is “dabi touch” starved (yup, i made a whole new category only for him, so what about it? 🤨), let me know if i missed anything!

pairing: dabi x fem!reader

synopsis: it’s been days since you’ve last seen dabi. you just can’t help think about him and his touch that always has you melting, that’s why you thought of taking care of the heat between your legs yourself only to get caught by someone who chooses to lend you an hand, by all meanigs.

words count: 5,4k (well damn...)

notes: dabi is hot as hell and i’m terribly late, that’s it...

you just came back to your apartment after having the most stressful and awkward dinner with your date that your parents set for you; they were becoming just so unbearable with their talks about marriage, at 24! marriage! when as of now you were so busy with your studies and all, like... they were so noisy about it too. it came to the point your father went and set a blind date for you with one of his friend’s sons and you shivered repulsed by the idea of having some arrogant, narcisistic, stuck up dumbass as boyfriend who’s sole purpose in life is buy expensive cars, name them and care more about those junks than their partner. so yeah! thanks, but no thanks.

besides, you already had someone you liked, a lot too. it took you some time to actually realize it, but in the end you did it and that’s what’s important, right?

it was a very weird relationship the one you have with this guy; you two met at a bar, that nobody knew about, some months ago and he had the aura of someone that didn’t want to be bothered so you thought better to not approach him, the guy approached you instead when after you’ve had one two many drinks you stood from your seat and wobbled nearly falling on him who caught you right away with no problem.

his hands were so warm against your skin and it made you lean on him more. when you looked up at the boy your eyes locked with his beautiful turquoise one and everything around stopped suddenly. that night he accompanied you home after your drunk blabbering and clingy self whined about wanting him to, so he did.

since then it had become a routine for you to go at the bar, find dabi and chat with him for hours until he would accompany you back to your apartment. sometimes he would also stop by between every mission of his and spend some time with you, under your pouty request. he has never declined though, so it was safe to think he wanted to spend time with you too. a very good chemistry has been forming between the two of you.

now that you think about... maybe you’ve actually always been in love with the villain since day one, so what took you so long?

if you knew that he was a villain? of course you did. he and the other members of the ‘league of villains’  would appear on the news every day, so how could you not? did you care? no. where you scared? no. why? because dabi has never tried to hurt you, not even once. he would tease you relentlessly and poke fun at you from time to time, but he has never hurt you once until now. that’s why, for you, there was no reason to be scared of him.

you threw yourself on your bed face down and sinked into it exhausted from that night (you know it won’t even be the last until you find a partner...), on top of that while thinking about dabi you’ve started to miss him! it has been weeks since the last time he has visited and you’re starting to worry, but also miss his warm touch on you like crazy.

the way he would sometimes brush his hand across your cheek to move away a strand of hair, when he's sitting with elbows on the head of the couch and his hand would go to rest on your shoulder after a while or when the back of his hand ever so slightly touches your thighs when he moves on the couch.

an image inside your brain of his hand sneaking between your legs and touching your cunt made you jump on place, hands resting on the cushion as you lifted your upper body staring in front of you horrified with cheeks flaming red.

oh my god... have i lost it? am i that sexually frustrated?, you thought with yourself plopping onto your bed with a ‘poof’ once again, face smashed against the cushion in pure shame. your whole body has started to feel hot all of a sudden too and your eyes were becoming watery, the amount of power dabi had on you even when he wasn’t there is actually unbelievable. the cushion and sheets has also started to smell like him... when he has never been in your room once since you two met! god this was another whole level of absurdity.

you peaked your eyes from the cushion biting down on your bottom lip unsure of what to do, especially since you’ve now started to feel your panties get soaked after that image your brain made for you. do friends actually do those kind of things while thinking about each others?

but well... h-he will never know about this... so maybe... just a little...?, you reassure yourself while turning your head to the side and reaching down between your legs with an hand, resting index and middle finger against your pussy through both panties and stockings too, an heavy sigh leaving your parted lips.

you imagined your fingers being either dabi’s or even better... his cock, the thought only made you start stroke yourself with a quicker pace swallowing hard as your brain drew inside your mind the image of you two being tangled together and his dick deep inside you while you moan, moan and cry out his name, just like you’re doing right now. it was such a blissful feeling, even though it wasn’t enough to quiet your longing for him and his touch, but guess you just had to deal with it.

when a knot started forming inside your lower abdomen and you felt your pussy start aching for a release, you started to stroke it faster and faster while moving your hips to meet them, pitiful sobs leaving your mouth as you tried to reach your climax. all this while thinking of being fucked in every way possible by dabi.

“ngh–! ahh... ahh... urk! ahn...”, you kept moaning while gritting your teethes moving your fingers up and down, even in circles quickly only to find your on wanted and needed orgasm.

while moving them frantically, you suddenly moved them in a way that made that knot tighten up more and you feel your hips stutter for a moment there, but it wasn’t quite there yet... that’s why you kept on stroking at an erratic pace, finally after few last strokes your whole body felt a jolt of pleasure that made you tense up and stop any movement while your orgasm hit you strongly.

“dabi!”, you moaned aloud in a heavy pant, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as your breath hitched inside your throat.

“did you call for me, princess?”

at hearing that deep husky voice, you froze on spot coming down from your high in a second, completely pale on your face. this wasn’t really happening. this was all a dream. please let it be!

you stood quickly from your bed turning toward the door and, god, he was right there in the doorway leaning against the side with arms crossed over his chest, a smug grin on his face that made your heart skip a beat and look down completely embarrassed by that situation. you should seriously start lock the door of the balcony, because what the hell is this?!

“now, would you look at that? did you really just masturbate thinking of me?”, he teased you, of course, bet he found it revolting that you just touched yourself with him in mind. you wanted to disappear! get swallowed by the ground! oh my god!

trying to collect yourself, for as much as you could, you breathed in from your nose before looking up at him awkwardly, cheeks burning with embarrassment under his intense gaze.

“this... ehm... it’s just that...”, unfortunately for you your brain was in a total black out the more you tried to justify what you just did, one hand going behind to push down your skirt and the other doing the same from the front, trying to hide the proof of your misbehavior like a kid who has taken a candy without permission from their parents.

dabi left his arms fall down to his sides and walked up to you until he wasn’t an inch away from you, turquoise eyes gazing down at you darkly as you swallowed a lump in your throat before parting your lips to speak, only to get beaten on it by the villain:

“what a dirty girl you are, princess”, he spoke with low voice and a cocky smirk on his lips; something about him was so... intimidating right now, he looked more than ready to devour you and that sent shivers down your spine.

“i’m sorry... i–”

“want me to help you with it?”, dabi cut you off placing both hands on your hips and pulling you flush against his body, a spark of pleasure erupted right between your legs making you gasp an inch away from his lips. “bet you thought about my fingers, or maybe my dick.”, he concluded with a mischievous full teethes grin that made your legs tremble, mind becoming fuzzy because of the sudden heat that started to invade every corner of your room.

“what? no! that’s–!”, you got cut off by a little shriek leaving your lips when feeling his hands cup your butt cheeks giving them a squeeze, he then started fondling them slowly making you curl up against his chest as you bit down on your lip.

“god, the way your ass was wiggling... it was so hot to watch... i nearly came at that sight you know...”, dabi spoke huskily in your ear while giving a brief spank to your left butt cheek, you jumped at that straightening up your back right away.

then you suddenly felt his right hand lift your skirt from behind and sneak it inside your stockings pressing his index and middle fingers against your pussy; when feeling how wet you were the boy hissed between his teethes before letting out a dragged groan as he kept on coating his digits with your juices making you whimper and moan while holding onto his white shirt, knees bucking as pleasure started to build up inside of you once again.

“ahh... dahbi...!”, you started moaning as you felt his fingers stroking you from behind eagerly, he wanted to hear you moan much louder than this. your voice moaning his name was music to his ears.

“tell me, why were you touching yourself thinking of me?”, the villain questioned surrounding your waist with one arm to hold you closer, peeking at his hand inside your stockings moving and... damn... it wasn’t enough, at all.

you looked up at him panting and pressing yourself against him more, eyes filled with lust as he kept touching you through your panties slowly but pressing hard between your clothed folds, even going as far as to tease your clit.

“because... i m-missed you...?”, was your answer that sounded more like a question, the overbearing pleasure making you drop your arms to your sides while staring up at him with gaping mouth.

“and you masturbate only ‘cause you miss me?”, you nodded dazed, wanting more of his touch, he stared down at you with a wolfish smirk. “be honest princess, come on now.”, he added snorting sarcastically as he took his hand out and then lifted the front of your skirt sneaking it inside your panties right away, at feeling his fingers touch your cunt directly you gasped holding onto the sleeves of his black jacket letting out a shaky moan.

“because i– i missed your touch...”, you answered him sighing heavily, turned on by the way his gaze had turned even darker with hunger and yearning for you plastered all over his face.

“and?”, he kept on, a groan coming out from his gritted teethes as he felt his fingers getting drenched in your juices.

you bit your bottom lip while pressing your chest against his, hips eagerly moving in sync with dabi’s strokes to get more friction.

“i love you...”, you finally confessed panting right in front of his lips, your honey dripping gaze locked with his and screaming at him how this wasn’t nearly enough for you.

“that’s it good girl. that’s what i wanted to hear.”, and as if on cue his middle finger went inside your hole leaving you breathless at that new found sensation, his long sturdy fingers stroking your walls slowly, savoring the pleasure radiating from your face. “god... do you know what that expression does to me? here, look.”, he took your hand with his free one putting it over his crotch, letting out a dragged groan while throwing his head back with a devilish smirk on his face.

feeling the bulge inside his pants so huge and hard against your palm, your mouth started to become watery to the point you were afraid you would drool right there on the spot and the way dabi was feeling it made everything so much better.

you were so entranced by the gorgeous sight in front of you, that when he looked back down at you while licking his teethes you jumped slightly and that made him grin wider.

“oh you have no idea of the things i want to do to you...”, he whispered before shoving his tongue inside your mouth, adding his forefinger to the other digit inside your pussy making you moan into the kiss.

at hearing his words your walls tightened around his fingers humming against his lips, hand starting to move up and down on his shaft making his breath hitch before he groaned tilting his head to the side.

after a while you two parted from one another and your eyes looked toward him feverishly, heart thumping hard in your chest and you kept moving on his hand feeling his fingers curl up along your walls while the end of his digits stroked against your clit, creating the perfect friction.

“show me then... please...”, you practically begged resting your hands on his hips hooking your indexes to his pants tugging them down, cheeks completely red both from the embarrassment because of what you just said but also the unbearable heat exploding inside of you.

his eyes widened for a brief second before he smirked wolfishly while taking his hand out of your panties, a needy whine coming from your parted lips that made him chuckle lowly, pleased by that reaction.

“don’t worry princess, i’m not letting you go until i won’t be balls deep inside your greedy pussy.”, dabi reassured you as he sucked your juices off of his fingers, licking his lips at the end while staring directly at you like a lion ready to jump his prey.

you stopped breathing for a second there, the way he kept talking since he came in was making you so dizzy; this man was just too much honestly.

dabi rested his hands on your waist and leaned down to kiss you with open mouth, tongue licking your upper lip before sliding it inside your mouth, bending a little to rest his hands behind your thighs and then lift you up, your legs closing around his slim waist right away.

he climbed your bed never parting from the kiss, a very hot, sloppy and possessive kiss that nearly made you faint under him after he laid you down on the mattress. the villain only parted from the kiss to take off his jacket and shirt throwing them somewhere across your room.

“you got all dolled up, care to tell me what for?”, dabi questioned running an hand through his bangs, to move some strands away from his eyes, staring down at you while raising an eyebrow arrogantly. and oh! you understood now why that underlying possessiveness. “and do not think of lying.”, he added undoing the first two buttons of your blouse lifting it over your head, leaving it there to cage your arms up, kissing you ferociously once more.

“mhn! ahh... i– my parents– they set up... a blind date for me... mmh!”, you admitted arching your back slightly, meanwhile he hooked his fingers to the borders of your laced black bra pulling the cups down to expose your chest letting an amused scoff come out from his mouth.

“guess the dude wasn’t all that, seen you went to masturbate thinking about me as soon as you came home.”, he commented smirking satisfied an inch away from your swollen red lips, hands going under your skirt tugging at the hem of the stockings you were wearing taking them off and then throwing them on the ground.

you blushed like crazy up to your ears and turned away peeved by the way he was teasing you, as if you weren’t embarrassed enough by being caught on the act while moaning his name, he wasn’t going to let you live this down.

dabi grinned full teethes excited staring at your beautiful profile leaning down to lick the spot under your ear, making you gasp in surprise, while taking off your panties too and stroking once again your slit slowly, savoring every second of it because he has waited for this moment more than you can even imagine.

“i want to eat you out so bad, baby... but that’ll be for another time.”, the black haired boy confessed panting against the shell of your ear, he then moved back staring down at you with a fake sorrowful expression as he palmed the throbbing erection inside his pants. “‘cause this guy right here can’t wait any longer to have his treat.”, he spoke with a full on lips smirk while undoing his belt under your careful stare; you were aroused to the unbelievable.

“then...”, you reached for the drawer of your bedside table and took out a silver envelope handing it to him, eyes watery sparkling with desire. “hurry up and do me.”

he might’ve looked collected and calm from the outside, a little stunned too, but inside? ohh inside he was losing it so bad! his brain had stopped functioning after hearing your words, that was so filthy in the best way possible for him.

“whatta dirty mouth you’ve got there y/n...”, it should be illegal, but he kept that for himself and hurried to take off his pants together with his boxers; he couldn’t wait to be deep inside of you, completely messing up your guts and brain.

“look who’s talking...”, you retort back pouting at him extricating your way out of your blouse, he let out a snort while putting on the condom long his throbbing shaft that had your mouth watering.

“touché, but you like it princess.”, dabi shoot back staring at you from under his eyelashes with a devilish smirk on, especially after seeing you blush profusely glaring speechless at him.

don’t look at me like that..., you begged inside feeling your lower abdomen start to knot up only because of stare, insanity.

“woah there, i didn’t even put it in yet, so how are you clenching up like that already hm?”, he teased while resting his hands at the side of your face and getting between your legs, hovering over your figure with a shit eating grain on his lips. “do you want me that bad?”

“i do... so hurry and put it in...”, you replied softly surrounding his neck with your arms and resting your hands on his nape, eyes looking straight into his screaming about wanting him to fuck you so much.

dabi didn’t expect that at all. his dick twitched so hard it made a groan come out directly from the back of his throat; god he was going to blow your spine off.

“say no more.”

he rubbed his cock a few times between your folds, coating his length with your juices, making you moan languidly and then aligned its tip with your entrance, swallowing hard as he stared down at your cores.

you were looking down there too shivering at feeling his dick press hard against your pussy’s hole until the head didn’t got inside. it was happening for real!

“ahn–!”, you choked out a moan shutting your eyes while letting your upper body fall onto the bed, back arching as your hips trembled from the pleasure of feeling him slowly fill you up to the brim.

“fuck–! shit, shit, shit–! a-argh–!”, he moaned out with low husky voice as his eyes rolled up to the back of his head, mouth gaping as he kept pushing his dick inside of you until his pelvis didn’t smack flush onto yours. dabi leaned down pressing his chest with yours. “you’re clenching so hard... ahh shit– this is gonna be so damn bad for me...”, he groaned against your neck pressing his lips on it, parting them to start suck harshly on a very visible spot, hoping for your parents to notice it.

“dabi!”, you moaned onto his shoulder feeling his tongue run down from the spot he sucked on to your shoulder and bite into it hard enough to leave his teethes mark, you shrieked in surprise turning to him puzzled.

“put a repellent on you.”, your cheeks flushed at the reason behind what he just said and did, making his grin widen in utter satisfaction. “now we can start.”, with that he put his hands under your knees and pushed your legs up to rest them on his shoulders, he held your wrists toward himself and slowly pulled out ‘till the tip before slamming his dick inside of you roughly knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“ah–!”, you choked out looking up at him shocked by the sudden move, that seemed only to amuse him though and so, just like that, dabi started to pound hard into you making you moan loudly at every thrust.

hearing you he burst into a fit of amused giggles, eyes staring arrogantly down at you as he slapped your pelvis together roughly, making it so that your brain would be filled with him more than it already is and from what he was hearing, he was succeeding in his intent.

“look at yourself, princess... there’s no way you’ll ever be able to be with someone who’s not me.”, and moved his hips against yours in slow wavy motions before snapping them forward making you let out another choked out moan as groaned at every thrust, he did the same thing a few times enjoying how you let out staccato moans with that beautiful face of yours contracted in full on desire.

“g–od dabi yes! that’s it! right there! r-ah-ight– ah!”, you moaned holding his wrist back looking up at his scrunched up face as he kept thrusting against the spot that made you let out those heavenly sounds.

“fuck– you’re tightening up so much... it’s driving me crazy...”, he groaned panting as he kept pounding into you, a throaty moan leaving his gaping mouth as his eyes nearly crossed at how you were clamping on him so hard, wide satisfied smirk on while his brain was becoming all mushy.

dabi then slightly bent forward lifting his hips changing angulation before he started thrust into you at a fast pace, hitting continuously the spongy spot inside your pussy that made you let out a moan louder than the previous ones.

“ah–! i’m so close–! i’m–!”, you moaned before biting down your lips feeling the pleasure even more now that you were about to come, as expected... it just felt so different with dabi.

“it’s okay baby– ngh! just cream all over me.”, he demanded with a groan and an hint of kindness in voice while rubbing his thumb tenderly on your wrist, before moving an hand up to you brushing away a strand of hair that fell in front of your eyes from all the bouncing. “that’s what i’ve always wanted.”, dabi ended with an enamored smile on his lips that you genuinely thought of having dreamed of, but no it was actually real.

“what–?”, you asked staring back at him flabbergasted, choking out a moan when feeling a particular drag of his cock long the inside of your cunt just being so good.

he furrowed his eyes pouting while blushing slightly before resting his forearms at the side of your head and leaning down toward your ear, you let out a cry of pleasure because of how his dick went even deeper in that position; it felt way too good.

“i love you y/n...”, you jumped slightly from the surprise and surrounded his chest, hands resting on his shoulders blades. “ungh! i love you so– fucking mu-ah!-ch...”, he finished resting his forehead on the cushion and starting to thrust faster than before, groans the erupted from between his teethes and echoed not only inside your ear but in the whole room, he had also let out few choked moans that surprised you. god it was such a beautiful sound to come from him and that was enough to undo the knot inside your belly.

“dabi!”, you moaned loud enough for everyone in your condo to hear, but that didn’t matter right now as you hugged him tightly, creaming all over his cock to its base.

he pulled back panting heavily while staring with dazed eyes down at where you two were connected, a thrilled smirk forming on his lips as he watched your cum pooling against his pelvis; god he felt on a high over that only, that was crazy seriously.

“i’m still rock hard here, princess.”, he broke the silence moving his hips slightly twice to make you feel the truth of his words, his lust filled gaze darkening when he heard you cry out another moan. “so bear with me a little more okay?”, the villain pulled out only until the tip was still slightly inside of you, then let you move down your legs from his shoulders and resting both hands on your hips he carefully flipped you over, hands going to hold the back of yours as he leaned down to rest his chin on the crook of your neck and chest flush against your back.

he pushed his dick inside your cunt once again making you let out a breathy whine while throwing your head up, when his length was all in your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth gaping at that fantastic sensation that you were feeling.

“no, wait– th-is– is– too much–! ahn!”, you slurred staring in front of you but not actually seeing, too focused on him drilling his cock so hard inside your pussy, his pelvis slapping against your ass so loudly that you could swear anyone of your neighbors could hear it.

“no princess, actually this is nowhere near enough ungh–!”, dabi groaned with raspy voice against the shell of your ear, he then licked behind it pounding hard inside of you feeling your walls clench around his dick and that made him jolt slightly, his thrusts stuttered a little before he pushed them flush against your ass hugging you from behind tightly while coming with a dragged throaty groan.

he stared down at your profile, looking a how you were breathing hard resting the side of your forehead on the cushion; the villain put an hand under your jaw turning you slightly as he leaned in to kiss you with his tongue already ravishing yours, humming into the kiss thrusting slowly and making your breath hitch against his mouth.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous.”, he stated after parting from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths and your cheeks flushing crimson as you stared back timidly into his adoring eyes.

“again... look who’s talking...”, at that response he huffed amused before moving back and gripping your waist strongly with both hands pressing you hard down onto the mattress, hips snapping forward sharply as he thrust into you hitting your weakest spot (that he has already memorized) over and over. “ah–! dabi– dabi!”, you moaned for the fifth time that night gripping onto your cushion hard, teethes clenched and eyes closed as you creamed all over his dick once more.

“there goes my babygirl...”, he praises you again with a satisfied smirk while bending down and moving your hair from your cheeks kissing it lovingly, moving but staying still close to your face as he stared down at you, eyes dripping with adoration. “coming for me once again, like the good girl she is.”, you clicked your tongue looking away embarrassed but still being super happy about his words, the villain cackled amused at your behavior while pulling out and giving you a playful spank that made you lift your upper body and throw the cushion at him; needless to say that the little shit avoided it easily.

after the two of you got cleaned up, and you also got out of the clothes you were wearing, you both laid on bed with you resting your head onto his chest while dabi was drawing figures on your arm staring up at the ceiling, complete silence falling upon you two:

“when did you even fall for me anyways?”, you broke it lifting your head to look up at the boy, eyebrow lifted and curled up lips in curiosity, as he stared down at you calmly.

“you might not believe it, but since the first time i saw you...”, you widened your eyes at that answer and were ready to brush him off all embarrassed, but he continued to talk. “in that magical moment where you threw up on my boots, i knew you were the one for me.”, he teased dramatically grinning down at you cocky, even more satisfied when he saw you fuming basically.

“didn’t we agree to never talk about that again?! you’re such a little bitch i swear!”, you roared raising from your position and smacking him on his chest while he giggled amused; you were just so funny to tease honestly.

you were about to argue back with him but dabi sneaked an arm around your shoulders and pushed you down on his chest, hugging you close as his lips rested on the crown of your head.

“i seriously fell for you the first time we met, for real.”, he spoke with soft voice as the back of his index, of the arm he had around your shoulders, went to caress tenderly your cheek. “the moment i locked eyes with you, inside my mind i was like ‘ah... so this is what love at first sight feels like, huh?’”, dabi confessed while reminiscing that night inside his head with a smile on his lips; he never felt like himself anymore after that day. whenever he tried to focus on his missions, the image of you waiting for you at your house would never leave his mind and that made him commit mistakes in the attempt of finishing everything quickly and go back to you, his heaven.

when he didn’t hear anything from you, dabi tilted his head curiously to look at your face seeing it completely red, his eyes widened briefly before he took your chin between thumb and index lifting your head up kissing you sweetly, like you were made of glass. after he parted the boy smiled down at you.

“i’m going to become so fucking annoying from now on, so brace yourself princess.”, he commented with his usual half-lidded eyes looking at you intensely as a little smirk formed on his lips, he meant every single word by the way.

you huffed amused while staring up at him with a mocking expression on your face, eyebrow lifted arrogantly.

“so as per usual?”

“you little–”, he whispered in a grim tone gazing at you exasperated with a pout while getting ready to tickle you to tears.

“i’m kidding! i’m kidding! no tickling!”, you panicked holding his hands by the wrists, keeping them as far as possible from your waist under his amused and victorious stare.

he snorted and easily shook himself off from your hold going to surround your waist with his arms holding you to his chest, face buried against the side of your neck breathing in your scent that made him feel awfully at home.

a scent that told him he belonged there with you, and nowhere else.

“i love you so much...”, dabi whispered against your skin, kissing it briefly.

you smiled happily surrounding his neck with your arms hugging him back, hand sinking into his black locks that you started to cradle fondly.

“i love you so much too.”

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[ruciel]

Which Yan female hsr character would force their darling to have family/children

quite a few, actually. some of them are because they have always wanted to have a family/children, but for the others it’s kind of a power play and domestication thing.

because they’re family orientated: serval, bronya, jade, and yukong.

the landau family isn’t going to populate itself okay. she’s always in contact with her brother and sister, and i think serval would be a great parent. especially because her father was abusive, she’d want to be an even better role model for her kid. she’d probably rant to gepard and lynx about it, and every time you see her siblings, they may subtly mention it (both because they’re tired of hearing her rant about it all the time, and because you guys have been together for a while).

bronya wants kids for sure. although i think for her, she’d be less forceful as much as she’d just be like, “but… why not?” like why wouldn’t you want a family?? is this not the greatest joy??? either way, she’d be more patient than anyone else on this list. but she’s waiting for you to come around. bronya doesn’t want to pressure you much, but when push comes to shove…

jade has a soft spot for children. they’re precious and she adores them, and she wants some of her own. i think she would want to adopt a child from the orphanage. sure, she sees them often, but maybe one of them was getting much older than the other kids, and jade would want to add them to the family.

yukong may have a child already, but she wouldn’t be opposed to having more. depending on whether you meet qingni when she’s super young or a grown foxian doesn’t matter. she’s the most strict on this list in terms of really wanting a family. i actually think she’d be most content with making you a house-spouse of all the hsr women (because i think she’d be very traditional in this sense), so this is ideal for her.

because it’s a control thing: jing liu, himeko

i think jing liu is such a devious yandere lmfao. having a family isn’t the best case scenario because of her being marastruck, but she don’t care, jing liu balls regardless. i do think this would bring some normalcy for her though, once having children and raising them, she’d be very content. like deep down, she’d really want to put her best foot forwards and care her lover and potential family… but the process of it all is harsh, if you oppose, she’d become pretty scary.

now himeko also kind of falls under the ‘family orientated’ category for me. as in, she’s always imagined one day after marriage she’d have children. but i put her here because she also sees this as a way to keep her with you, aside from staying on the astral express. i don’t want to say she’s baby-trapping you per se… but she’s definitely hyper aware of the extra benefits of having a child. she’d be a great mom though, you’d never see her forcing a family upon you in as a red flag at all, you’d probably just think this is the next step on your relationship with her

i was going to add natasha, but she already sees a lot of patients who are children— along with hook + the moles, and the kid from the orphanage. so i don’t think she’d force you. natasha would likely be content with the ones she has, but if you propose it first/after you’ve gotten settled down (underworld and overworld are no longer separated), she would be open to having children.

same with robin, but she wouldn’t force you to. robin falls under the family orientated category, but also realises that she doesn’t have much time to spend with you; what makes her think she’ll have an adequate amount of time to take care of a family? it’s not impossible, but not something she’s quite ready for. yandere of not, robin is going to be the breadwinner between the two of you as well. even if you work for the IPC, i can’t imagine her any other way. so she’d definitely be concerned about missing important dates and such in her child’s life if she did have any.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can you do TADC x skeleton reader?

TADC cast x skeleton! Reader!

Skeleton characters my beloved

Love skeletons sm I wish there were more appealing characters in that category for me to add to my collection

Fr though imma work on art after this

Short since it's so sso cold in my room, I cannot warm up for the life of me and I'm in mobile

CAINE:

Teeth?

Teeth!

You guys click your teeth together and it makes everyone cringe thanks to the sound and what they imagine it feels like

Rmemeber we have nerves in our teeth, it's not just the roots! Imagine how it would feel if you clacked your teeth against someone else's!

He makes tons of skeleton puns

POMNI:

Is a little put off by seeing the bare bones of the brains mech suit/j

No but cartoony or not I think it would put her off because she would be all too aware of the "this is a person, this is a real breathing person" thing

Like sure she also understands it's your digital body, but seeing a skeleton next to a chesspiece and ribbon feels weird. It feels oddly familiar... does offer to help put you back together

RAGATHA:

HATES when you lose one of your limbs and leave it skittering about, trying to find the rest of you. Centipedes and skittering rouge limbs, that's what would do it for ragatha... bonus if you have a centipede crawling in your bones, be it as just your default or because one crawled into you at some point.. makes her weary to hug you when when gets that information..

But assuming you're bug free, shes more than willing to hang around you! Also offers to help put you together! Has probably guided your body back to your head after it got knocked off, saying it from having to blindly wander

JAX:

Similar to caine he makes a ton of jokes and puns. Has probably hit you with the bowling ball . You made the rolling pin sound effect

Has probably snagged your arm to scratch his back. Like he did to zooble.... maybe that's part of tje reason why zooble is sour all the time...

KINGER:

In an event where he needed to grab you and run, he may or may not have just

Popped your arm or hand off and bolted with it... probably makes a fair amount of distance before realizing the rest of you arent there

Despite what many may think, I dont think he would be bothered by a skeleton person, unless you're like. Hyper realistic for some reason, but considering the digital worlds style and kid friendliness I doubt you dont look cartoony! Actually kinda finds it cute, like those old cartoons he used to watch.. at least he thinks he used to watch.. you feel nostalgic somehow

ZOOBLE:

You guys exchange limbs/j

No but I feel like you guys would bond over not being fully "stable", ie you guys can be disassembled and broken apart with relative ease. You guys have each others backs when something threatens to break your bodies up. Be it Jax, or an IHA, you guys will try to protect each other in that regard... usually ends in you both falling apart

It sounds like clicking n clacking when you guys kiss

GANGLE:

Very similar to zooble, you guys are fragile. Gangle is ribbon, and you're just bone. You two are both prone to falling apart! You guys fuse together with gangle holding your bones together with her ribbon/j

But actually... I can see that as a funny side gag for "teamwork" for a IHA...

Sometimes her ribbons get stuck between the joints of your hands

[distinguishedstudentfishalien]

AHHH ok, let's talk about Lucifer and Alastor

I've been reading a lot of reactions to Hazbin: from the gushers who think the show is perfect to the hyper-critical who hate the show, the creator, and everything in between. I don't fall into any of those categories. I had a lot of fun watching it, but there were some things I liked, and some others I didn't. You know, as it's usually the case with any piece of media one interacts with.

I love reading other people's opinions. It makes me pay more attention to things I might have missed. BUT for Hazbin, most of the criticism I've seen boils down to two things: either "I, personally, didn't like it, so that means it's bad" which is not the hot take people seem to think it is, or just lack of media literacy.

I won't go over all the examples of that last point (there are plenty), but one example people are using to criticize the show --which I can't seem to get out of my head so now I have to write about it-- it's how out of left field it was for Alastor to think of himself as a father figure to Charlie.

My guys and guysettes, that's because he doesn't.

He does it to piss off Lucifer, because he doesn't like him. That's it.

"But they just met, why doesn't he like him?" I don't know! but let's go over some examples, shall we?

In the first episode, during Alastor's TV ad, we see a picture of the hotel, clearly drawn by him. I ask you to look to the bottom left where it says "No tacky circus decor! I promise"

Do we know what he is referring to? Sure we do! the ring circus master himself! Lucifer Morningstar, whose whole schtick is circus-related. Clearly, Alastor is not a fan.

When Lucifer arrives to the hotel, did anybody catch Alastor's first reaction? (besides calling him short to his face, ofc)

Do you see that trembling eye? He is PISSED. Why? Who the hell knows! But he clearly does not care for the King of Hell himself (if you force me to give you my opinion on this, I think it's because of Alastor's delusions of grandeur, and plain-ole narcissism, but that is a conversation for another post, if I ever gather enough energy to write it)

He introduces himself and immediately does this. R-U-D-E.

Now, let's talk about the song itself, which, again, is clearly just an attempt to piss off Lucifer and not really about Charlie. At all.

He only cares about Lucifer's reactions. Because he is not being HONEST. We can all see that? right?? I mean, it is pretty FREAKING obvious. He is just trying to get a rise out of Lucifer.

And now, the moment we were all waiting for, the infamous "call me dad" moment.

Which had nothing to do with Charlie, and it was just another example of Alastor being the most annoying bastard alive. He is not even looking at her! He is staring Lucifer dead in the eye and saying "piss off shortie".

Why? Again, I dunno. Your guess is as good as mine. I hope we'll get the answer in season 2, because immediate animosity against the King of Hell himself is something I need some context for. Is it funny? Absolutely! I love that song! The violin solo? PURE GOLD (he he)

But for the love of Christ and the Antichrist, please stop thinking of "Alastor thinks of himself as Charlie's dad out of nowhere" as a valid criticism. As some have speculated, Alastor involvement with Charlie will probably have something to do with Alastor's deal and 7-year absence. If it's never explained, then sure, what the heck Vivzie?? please include it on the show!

There are PLENTY of things we could criticize about Hazbin (and people smarter and with more energy than me have done so already). But there are so many examples of "criticism" that are just examples of "I don't know how to interact with media anymore" and I beg of you to do better. This is a tiny example of the show showing and not telling, and some of y'all failed the comprehension test.

It is a fun show, guys. Enjoy it.

TL;DR: Alastor does not think he is Charlie's dad, ffs. He just wanted to piss off Lucifer.

[rizzyu]

▵▿— Discipline

— Doppio Dropscythe x fem!reader

Category: Very susggestive, just as you guys wanted, 18+ MDNI

Synopsis: You got a bit too bored in class and decided to tease your disciplinary boyfriend. But perhaps you took a bit too far…

CW: shameless reader frfr, palming, slight mention of erection, kissing

A/N: as a new scythekick, I believe there is not enough doppi fics on tumblr sadge

“Open up to page 256 and complete task 13 before the end of class.”

You mentally groaned. You’ve been stuck here in this boring hell of a history class for almost an hour and you believe that not a single word that left the teacher’s mouth was registered in your brain. The one thing keeping you from slamming your head against the table and fall asleep was the man sitting next to you: the disciplinarian from the student council, your boyfriend, Doppio Dropscythe.

Engulfed in unbearable boredom, a ridiculously risky idea popped into your head. Your lips curled up into a mischievous smirk. Why not have some fun? You leaned forward to whisper against his ear, your breath tickling his skin. “Pio-chan… I’m getting bored, why don’t you entertain me for a bit?” You hand travelled down his arm, fingers ever-so-lightly grazing his sensitive skin, before bringing your hand down to his crotch, palming him through his dark green checkered slacks.

A shock of electricity ran down Doppio’s spine, his eyes widened as he felt his cheeks heat up. “H-Hey we’re in class right now…” Doppio’s gaze scanned over the other students in the room, making sure nobody knew what was happening between the two of you. You leaned so close that your lips brushed against his skin, causing his breath to hitch. “And? Let them watch. It’s better than listening to this painfully boring class for any longer.” You moved your free hand up to the vast plane of his chest, feeling his heat seep through the fabric of his clothes. Doppio snatched your hand away, his ears dusted a bright shade of pink. He briefly opened his mouth, yet he was too flustered to speak.

“What’s wrong Pio-chan? Cat caught your tongue?”

God your endless teasing is driving him insane. You retracted your hands and turned your attention back to the workbook in front of you, pretending as if nothing ever happened, leaving the poor man all flustered and yearning for more. His trousers became tighter and he abruptly crossed his legs as a poor attempt to hide his growing tent. Doppio took a few deep breaths to try to calm himself down. Damn how was he supposed to continue class work after what just happened?!

The school bell rang, signalling the end of the class. You packed away all your books and got ready to leave the classroom with your friends, but then—

“Y/N can you stay back in class with me for a moment?”

Just as you were about to leave, that familiar deep voice called you to you. Your heart immediately started thumping fasting in anticipation and adrenaline. You were in big trouble with Doppio and you knew it.

“I’m sure you know what I held you back for.”

The classroom was empty except for you, him and the heavy tension in the air. Doppio stood in front of you with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He has never been like this to you before, and the new experience was filling you with eagerness and anticipation. You had your head hung low, hiding the smirk plastered on your face.  

A slender finger came down to hook under your chin, lifting your head up, forcing you to look Doppio in the eye. You wouldn’t help but be mesmerized by his eyes. The way the green and gold of his eyes fit perfectly together… The way those gorgeous eyes of his would gleam… Without a word, Doppio snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until your lips collided with each other. The man didn’t even give you time to think before sliding his warm tongue into the cave of your mouth.

Your mind was hazy and all you could focus on was how his lips were on yours and how his large hands roamed all over you, sending shivered down your spine. You hadn’t even noticed, but Doppio already had you pushed up against the classroom wall, leaving you nowhere to escape. He hooked a hand under your knee and wrapped one of you legs around his waist causing your uniform skirt to ride up ever so slightly as he pulled back just enough to whisper against your swollen lips. “Don’t think you can get away from what you did in class, darling”

“Doppi wait—” There was no time for you to speak before he pulled you forward by the collar into another heated kiss. His hand began trailing up and down your leg as you desperately clung onto his clothes, balling the fabric of his magenta coloured sweater into tight fists. Doppio’s face was flushed and his lips were red and swollen as he looked at you with dark, hooded eyes. He leaned up against you until his lips brushed against your ear, just like what you did to him before.

“Be a good girl and face your discipline alright?”

what's with all the sussy fics recently u ask? it's a phase

[juyeonszn]

REFLECTIONS

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 2.07k

GENRES smut lol

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, fawn writing about jacob bae yet again but i swear this time was necessary!!!, porn without plot but also if u squint there’s a little bit of plot, roommates/best friends with mutual pining, i mixed so many tropes in here tbh, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (pls be safe), mirror sex, soft? dom!jacob, lmk if i missed anything!

SUMMARY the two times jacob bae derails your saturday night plans.

MORE FAWNTOBER DAY 2 IS A GOOOOO 😈 i’m actually doing pretty well timing wise and as far as im concerned, i’ll actually pull this thing off 😭 anyways.. enjoy!! pls remember to reblog if u liked what u read! and stay tuned for the rest of the fics coming out this month <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble

If it were up to you, you would just stay home for the evening. You’d kick your feet up into the ottoman and put on a random movie, latched onto Jacob’s side like a little leech. You were lucky your roommate was just as much of a cuddler as you were. It’d be kind of awkward if he wasn’t.

Unfortunately, your Saturday night plans would have to be postponed.

“It’s gonna be fun, N/N, I promise,” he tries to convince you, hands clasped together. “Sangyeon even said he’d pay your tab.”

“But I’m tired, Cobie,” you pout, knowing full well that your puppy dog eyes would always be his weakness, even if he’d never admit it to himself. “I don’t wanna go out tonight.”

He must’ve really been looking forward to going out and meeting up with the guys if not even your guilt-tripping face worked on him. He goes off on a tangent about how you always stay in, and despite loving that to an extent, sometimes he wants to enjoy a night out. You were still confused as to why he didn’t just go by himself. Why did he have to bring you along with him?

It’s not like you were dating or anything. You were just roommates. Really close roommates. Roommates who cuddled every other night. Roommates who often found themselves sleeping in the other’s bed rather than their own. Roommates who were so undeniably attracted to each other but masked it by pretending they weren’t.

Couldn’t you have been sucked into a different trope?

“I just think you’re not giving the idea enough credit,” he raises his hands in surrender. “Besides, wouldn’t you feel left out? Wouldn’t you get major FOMO?”

You sigh. He had a point. Even if you didn’t really want to go clubbing, knowing all of your friends were there without you would make you sad. Imposter syndrome came way too easily for you. “Fine, I guess I’ll go.”

Jacob fist bumps the air, dragging you from the couch to your bedroom so you could start getting ready. He knows you take a while and the arranged meet up time was two hours from the current time. You move as quickly as you can, because even if you were only interested half heartedly, you didn’t want to be late. Especially because Jacob had a knack for constantly being punctual.

You kiss your teeth as you stare at your closet after you’ve finished showering and doing your hair and makeup. You felt like there was nothing good enough to wear. This wasn’t just a bar that you usually frequented, so you couldn’t dress casually. But it also wasn’t so fancy that you had to go over the top either. And for some reason, none of your clothes could fall into the perfect in-between category.

There was one dress.

You hadn’t worn it in a while, mostly because you never found the occasion to and it brought bad memories. It was a confidence booster, that was for sure. A tight black dress that stopped just below your ass and showed the perfect amount of cleavage. The moment you put it on, it’s like you’re a new person.

Staring back at you is someone you haven’t seen in a couple years, someone you shoved into the recesses of your subconscious. She used to party every night until she was black out drunk, making out and sleeping with random strangers until she was satisfied. She was stuck in a loop until she became friends with Jacob Bae, eventually moving in to get away from that lifestyle.

You never tell him how grateful you are. Part of you wishes to keep your past buried, hidden from the light of day so you never have to face your mistakes again. But at the same time, you could never tell him thank you enough. For saving you in a way, for helping you close that chapter of your life.

There’s a knock at your door, and you call out a “Come in” before your brain catches up with you. You make eye contact with Jacob in the mirror, watching his expression shift slightly. It wouldn’t have been noticeable if you were anyone else, but you knew him almost as well as you knew yourself. Maybe better.

He walks up behind you, brushing your hair behind your shoulder with a featherlight touch. “I haven’t seen this one on you in a long time.”

He’s so close to you, it’s kind of driving you crazy. You bite the inside of your lip, trying to keep your voice steady. “Should I wear it?”

His fingers start at your waist, trailing down to the hem of your dress. His knuckles skim across the bare skin of your exposed thigh, provoking your body to shudder. “Hmm, I’m not too sure,” Jacob rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at you through the mirror. “Seeing you in this is making me rethink going out tonight. Kinda wanna keep you here, all to myself, like that night at Hyunjae’s party.”

Okay, so perhaps you might’ve skipped a tiny detail in the retelling of your first encounter with Jacob Bae.

The reason you two became friends was because he actually happened to be one of those random strangers you slept with. It was a stroke of luck that you kept in contact with him after that night, considering he was supposed to be nothing more than a nameless face. But he was cute and he was funny, so when he asked to hang out a few days later you couldn’t help but cave in.

“Jacob…” You breathe, chest rising and falling rapidly. “D-Don’t you wanna see the boys?”

His lips press to the juncture between your neck and collarbone, a soft kiss that already packs your head with cotton. He hums into your skin, hands bunching up your dress around your hips. Someone was impatient. “Not important. We can reschedule.”

You didn’t want to reschedule. You wanted to get out of this apartment, fully clothed, with an excuse to ignore the hammering of your heart in your rib cage and the fluttering down there. If you stayed here any longer, Jacob would successfully charm his way into your pants. (Dress?) And you didn’t want to think about the consequences that may come with.

But it’s not like he gives you much of a choice, invading your headspace with every nip and suck of your jugular and jaw. His slender fingers run a line down the front of your panties, a small groan leaving the back of his throat when he feels how wet you are for him. With heavy eyelids, you watch the entire thing in the mirror, lips parting with a gasp at the sight.

“Fuck, baby,” he curses in your ear, pulling you backward so the two of you are sitting on the edge of your bed, still facing your mirror. “You want me just as bad don’t you?”

You whine, squirming as he dips his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, collecting your slick and smearing it all over your lower lips. He helps you shimmy out of your panties and dress, leaving you completely nude for him. His fingers resume their previous activities, easily pumping the ring and middle digits in and out of your cunt. His free hand grips your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on his movements.

“Cobie,” you whimper, spreading your legs wider to give both of you a better view. “Feels so good…”

His thumb circles your clit, mouth beside your ear to whisper all the filthy things he wants to do to you. Your toes curl at the same time his fingers do, brushing that sweet spot in your pussy. A strangled moan escapes you as you hit your climax, walls tightening around his fingers and back arching into his chest.

“That was so hot. You did so well for me,” he praises, thumb rubbing lazy patterns into your clit to bring you back down. “I just need you to do that on my cock. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Mhm,” you nod, hands reaching behind yourself to free him from his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper in your haste. “Need you inside of me already.”

You hope Jacob doesn’t have high expectations for you since you came so quickly with just his fingers. You’re not sure if he’s anticipating you to last longer with his cock. From what you remember, he wasn’t the longest, but he was definitely the thickest, and that’s what scared you the most. You were afraid of how full he’d make you feel.

Once the clothes from his bottom half are removed, you risk a glance at his dick in the mirror, your pussy clenching around nothing. Despite not knowing if you’d be able to take him without turning into a blubbering mess, you really wanted to try. You wanted him to fill you up like a plug in a bathtub drain.

He takes his girth in one hand, sliding his dick through your folds languidly, lubricating himself with the wetness of your cunt. He groans in your ear again, squeezing your hip to steel himself. “You ready for me?”

Your head bobs up and down quickly, patience wearing thin. He chuckles before impaling you on his cock, both of you moaning from the feeling of one another. The stretch burns, but it’s fucking heavenly, your pussy feeling so stuffed you can barely think. (Not that your thoughts were coherent beforehand anyway.)

“You’re— oh god, Jacob— you’re s-so deep,” you mewl, hands supporting yourself on his thighs. “I feel so full.”

He keeps his grip on your waist, fucking up into you as slowly as he can as to not disrupt your adjustment to his cock. Your head lolls back onto his shoulder, lips parted with a gasp every time he thrusts into your tight pussy. He shakes his head, urging you to stay upright.

“I need you to keep your eyes on the mirror, baby. Watch me fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” Jacob commands, voice as deep as his dick inside of you.

You comply, hooded eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head when you take in the sight of him bouncing you on his cock. Your nails dig into his skin, lip splitting from the force in which you’re biting it. He looks so hot, focused on getting you both to that peak you desperately need to reach.

It’s such a stark contrast to the sweet Jacob Bae you’re used to, this one pounding into you without mercy, eyebrows knitted together in concentration. That first time you had sex, years ago, was pretty vanilla thanks to you both having a little too much to drink that night. You don’t even think you remembered most of it. Had you known he was such a freak, maybe you wouldn’t have pretended your attraction to him was nonexistent. Maybe this would’ve happened a lot sooner.

You don’t dwell on that regret much longer, Jacob yanking your attention back in by rubbing your clit with his middle finger. The amount of overstimulation fogs your vision, voluminous, pornographic level moans reverberating around the room. The words bubbling past your lips don’t make any sense, reduced to babbling until an encouragement is uttered into your ear.

“Cum on my cock, sweetheart,”

A cry is ripped from your vocal cords, your body writhing above him and continuing even after he’s orgasmed inside of you, fucking his cum into your cunt as he calms you down. You whimper when he grasps your jaw once more, egging you on to stare at the mixture of your cum running down your legs.

You both look absolutely feral, skin sticky with sweat and chests heaving up and down as if you’d ran a marathon. Jacob makes no move to pull out, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, back and shoulders. Your eyes flutter shut as a wave of exhaustion rushes over you.

“I think you’re pretty close to succeeding in your mission,” you say hoarsely. “I can hardly function right now.”

He laughs, such a melodic sound it almost doesn’t belong in your current setting. “Yeah? Do you wanna help me pass it?”

And in spite of being on the brink of passing out, who are you to deny such a promising offer?

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[scremogirl]

☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐬

!Deathstroke; Slade Wilson Edition!

Yea…no.

Sure, you knew when signing up for this job that you’d be dealing with the worst of the worst. You knew that the amount these guys racked up is probably more than your yearly salary. You knew that this was a building filled with maniacs and lost souls. You knew that. What you didn’t know is that you’d have to be dealing with this guy.

Slade Wilson; mercenary, assassin, business man, and just over all powerhouse. You will say that he isn’t the worst on your roster, but he isn’t the nicest either. It doesn’t matter to you though, everyone in here could be thrown into the same category. You snapped out of your thoughts when the telltale buzzing sound hit your ears, signaling that your next patient was here. The conversation between you and the guards was routine; telling you the patient's name, what they're here for, blah blah blah. As they leave, Wilson takes the seat right across from you instead of the much more comfortable couch. You suspect this to be some sort of intimidation tactic, lessening the distance between you so you feel uncomfortable. He wants to make himself look bigger, badder; you’re not falling for it. Noting this makes you feel more certain so you puff out your chest more, head held a little higher.

“Good Afternoon, Mr Wilson. I’m Dr. (L/n) and I’ll be your new physiatrist and occasional therapist,”

“Occasional?”

“Yes, occasional. Lord knows how understaffed we are,” that last part was mumbled under your breath, or at least, you thought it was; seeing as you earned a chuckle from the mane across from you. Yes, this is a good start.

“So, Mr Wilson,” you perk up a bit

“Is there anything you’d like for me to know about you? Any worries, concerns, hobbies, things of the sort?” He pauses, his good eye analyzing you from top to bottom. His brows furrow slightly and the cuffs around his wrist slightly flank against each other from the tapping of his leg.

“Just one,” he says in a deep voice sending shivers down your spine. Not like that…I mean, yes like that, but could anyone really blame you? Just look at him.

“Anything, Mr Wilson,” you smile lightly as a sign of welcoming. You know whatever comes out of his mouth won’t be the most savory, no matter how severe, but you won’t let him see any weakness.

“How long do you think you’ll last here?” you’re about to inquire the meaning of his question but get caught off before you could ask.

“It’s obvious someone like you isn’t meant for a place like this. Too kind, too friendly, too small,” the octave of his voice goes down a little at the end.

“You’d get eaten alive in here,” you smile, soft and content. You sigh a tiny bit before looking up from your notepad looking directly at him.

“You’ve know me all of,” you take a glance over at the clock to the clock

“…five minutes and you’re already making assumptions. Even implying I quit the job I spent 13 yrs practicing for. How inconsiderate, Mr Wilson,”

The playfulness in your voice brings back that slight tug of his lips and melodic chuckle. Two (Y/n) zero Slade Wilson.

“One could say that’s the whole point of your job isn’t it? Making assumptions. Trying to see what you think would help people like us; analyzing us as soon as we step through these doors,” damn, 2-1.

You return to smile again, this time in defeat, still never losing the airiness to it.

“Touché. However, I’m not so worried about assuming. It’s human nature to do so, is it not? You see a guy standing in a dark alleyway, hoodie covering his face, hands tucked deeply in his pockets,” you rummage through your desk drawer before pulling out two erasers. One a cow face and the other a little pig. You set them down in front of you before continuing.

“You’ll think one of many things; A, he’s a smoked out crackhead waiting to ask for some money. B, a low life thug ready to mug you for all your worth, or C, a murder in the loose ready to make you his next victim,” you glance up at your patient, he seems confused as to where you’re going with this. Good.

“My point is that everyone assumes. No matter what. It’s my job to separate the lies from the truth m. To find out who you really are,” you smile for the nth time, he starts to grow annoyed. How can you be so carefree with someone like him?

“You gonna tell me where you’re going with this?”

“Tell me, Mr Wilson,” you point to the erasers you previously set out.

“Which one of these do you think is my favorite?” He shoots a quick look at his choices and then back at you. He assumi-…guessing that you want to prove a point, make him see he’s wrong. Not gonna happen. He takes his time, he knows about you, how could he not. Everyone knows when fresh meat gets sent into this hell hole, easier to manipulate. When he heard you were assigned to him he did some digging into your history, but… he couldn’t find anything. A regular person with an irregular job. There has to be a reason for this. Earlier when tried to assess you he thought you were nothing but another innocent to be corrupted, but from the situation that he’s in now… he’s assum- guessing he’s wrong. Damn… you are good. 3-1.

“Neither,” hm? What is he talking abou-

“It’s the one on your pencil. That’s your favorite,”

You laugh, of course he’d figure it out. Ever since you two started talking you’d fiddle with the end of your pencil from time to time. The little bunny remains stationary at the end of it. 3-2.

“You figured it out, didn’t you?” he smiles before man-spreading his legs a little wider, shoulders falling back slightly.

“Well, Deathstroke, I just give credit where it’s due. However,” you say dragging out the last syllable.

“One thing you failed to notice this one thing,” you for some god unforsaken reason flip the eraser inside out and his face drops.

“It’s a sheep,”

4-1

I kinda lost motivation at the end so it’s a lil sloppy and doesn’t really make sense ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Just tryna get over my writer’s block and last week's bust ass schedule. Hope you enjoyed it anyways.

Love, Sosa❤️

[sarnai4]

Tai Lung Analysis

For the longest time, 3 animated villains remained my absolute favorites and among them was Tai Lung. Years later, he still impresses me. I feel like villains normally fall into certain categories. Two of these are dangerous and sympathetic villains. Of course, these can cross and that's why I enjoy him so much. Tai Lung is constantly acknowledged as a threat and for good reason. The movie sets up Shifu and Oogway as the best of the best, so how can the audience feel anything other than concern when even these two kung fu masters are dreading Tai Lung's escape? It's the first time when Shifu even seems almost scared. As soon as we see Tai Lung, we continue to get this sense of how dangerous he is. The guy has a prison of 1000 rhino guards for only himself. He has a shell trap on so that he can't even move a muscle (outside of his tail). We're not only shown how the characters feel about him but how they try to keep him from being any more of a danger. It perfectly complements the flashback where Tigress is telling Po what happened when Tai Lung went on a rampage. Then as soon as he does break out, we see it's all true. Despite spending 20 years completely immobilized, Tai Lung probably killed all 1000 guards effortlessly. Strategically, he left the goose alive so that he could have a messenger. He doesn't even need the element of surprise.

That escape was beautiful on its own, but then Tai Lung continues to prove how dangerous he is by taking out the Furious Five, making it painfully clear that he could have killed them if he wanted. Again, he wants to send a message to Shifu. These are his new pupils? They're the best he has? Let him remind his old master of the quality he used to breed.

It all leads to the fight with Shifu which ties into why Tai Lung is also a sympathetic villain. He's not just some final boss for Po to fight. He's got a troubled past as well. I don't condone what he did, but it makes sense. Tai Lung was abandoned as a baby and raised with one objective-becoming the dragon warrior. This was what Shifu wanted from him. This was the one way he knew he could make his father proud. It became Tai Lung's life mission to the point of it no longer just being something that Shifu wanted for him. Now, it's the only future he can see for himself. When he finds out he can't have it, where does that leave him? He's spent his entire life working for this. Why would his only family, Shifu, think he was worth the effort of caring for him if it's all been a waste of time? Clearly, Shifu doesn't think he matters anymore because he said nothing when Oogway crushed his dreams. Even though Shifu never stopped being proud and caring for him, through the eyes of a child towards a parent, that's what Tai Lung saw: abandonment again. Another family deemed him unworthy.

The love between Tai Lung and Shifu never really ended. When Shifu finally apologized for training him so hard to reach the goal he wanted Tai Lung to have, we can see that it touched his heart. He's gone down the point of no return now, but it meant something to him. That's why he pointed out how he only ever wanted to make Shifu proud of him. These wounds never healed. If they had, he would have gone in, killed Shifu, and taken the scroll. There would have been no need to admit his past desires of being someone Shifu could be proud of and there certainly would have been no need to delay the attack after the apology. Yet, those twenty years were spent making his body and pain stronger. It's why he loses the fight with Po.

I absolutely adore how they did the fight at the end. They didn't try to make it seem like Po could actually defeat Tai Lung. He lost. Plain and simple. Tai Lung knocked him deep into the ground and read the scroll like he wanted. He won...but he also lost. Tai Lung lost because he didn't have a Mr. Ping in his life who could offer that love to say that he was special with or without the world confirming this. When Po saw the scroll was empty, his dad helped him by pointing out the power we all have just by believing. He always wanted Po to feel special even if other people didn't think that. Po didn't need to earn his love, but Tai Lung thought he needed to earn it from Shifu. So, when the scroll is empty, it's a second blow to his life being wasted. Not only did he work so hard only to be passed up, his goal in life was getting to read a blank scroll. This is when Tai Lung breaks. He can't take it anymore. Nothing in his life has amounted to anything but pain and he's got nothing to show for it but enemies. He lashes out in rage and hurt, easily being defeated. As a poetically depressing moment, it's the move that Po indirectly learned from Shifu that defeats Tai Lung. Shifu was the main reason Tai Lung turned into the villain he became and he was practically the one to destroy him too. Sadly, I don't think this could have ended any other way. Tai Lung has been hurting for too long for him to consider forgiveness now. He doesn't want the apology, he wants what he's worked for and that just became meaningless to him. There's nothing left for him but to reap the consequences of having the legendary battle. The only question is, who is his worthy opponent? Po for using the finger hold? Shifu for building him up and breaking him down? Or himself for being so consumed by his pain that he allowed himself to become a monster? We can each answer that for ourselves and these questions are why I love Tai Lung as a villain and character so much.

[moonlit-escape]

‧₊˚꒰♱꒱༘‧⊹ Zane Mystreet headcanons !!

i love this lil emo freak i NEED to get wine drunk n watch ponies w this guy

6'0 (183cm)

go white boy go

hetero. (comfortable with this label, but honestly his attraction isn't limited to cis women and he has even had crushes on femme men (he just wants to be the token hetero friend))

he mostly dresses casual emo, but sometimes my guy wants to rock a pair of demonias and a fishnet bodysuit with some heavy, pure silver chains and rings, alri

piercings,. piercings piercings piecings. no lips piercings... septum and eyebrow, though. and DEFINITELY gauges in his ears. and ABSOLUTELY ones with cute shapes.

if he didn't cover his mouth all the time, i think he would like wearing dark, cool colored lipsticks

and it'd be smudged all the time bc he keeps fuckin snacking on sweets

of course he paints his nails, and he treats them well bc he hates chipped nail polish (rich boy gets the highest quality, strongest clear nail protection youve never seen before in your life)

honestly all the ro'meave brothers are a bunch of gnc kings like okayyy!! pop off boys w your dresses, heels, skirts, n makeup!!

god can that boy sing

idc he listens to vocaloid and his favourites are vflower and rin kagamine

also listens to emo songs (ofc) and cartoon songs

prefers rock band over guitar hero

one time he smacked vylad in the back of the head with a rock band drumstick and he felt so bad he ran off and cried

boy is the most fuck-ugly crier

secretly steals stuff from people he cares about as keepsakes (like, little things: garroth's old gameboy, vylad's old sketchbook, aph's other half of a pair of lost earrings, nana's ribbons and pastry wrappers)

actually has pretty high metabolism, and one time he gloated abt it to aph and accidentally made a joke in poor taste, and she kicked his ass. so, he just lets her call him a lil fat boy as his eternal penance for being an asshole

okay this isn't a headcanon but sort of is but, why were him and dante like Tightrope-walking that fucking incel line as teenagers. like they were one wrong step from falling into an incel category. thank god their brothers would NOT have had that from their baby brothers anyway bc Wtf

anyway

honestly, he doesn't feel as cold toward vylad as he used to as a teen, and kind of wishes he had the strength to show that and reach out and ease the tension between them. but, he's afraid of making it worse by being awkward, so he wants to wait and hope that vylad makes the first move, if he ever does. (and if not, he'll probably ask garroth to do it for them)

has rejection sensitive dysphoria, made even worse by a rejection complex from: garte's blatant favouritism, bullying and rejection in school, and isolation as an adult. it's part of why he became so attached and possessive of aph. but, he's safer now

he was a harry potter kid. garroth was the percy jackson one, and vylad was warrior cats.

he always thought he was a slytherin but i think he's more of a hufflepuff than he realizes (nana on the other hand.)

he has a lot of sanrio merchandise. more than he will ever admit. his pony merchandise does outweigh it, though, of course

yes, his main comfort character and obsession lies with pinkie pie cake. but, the rainbow dash backpack Objectively fucks

you can get him to eat anything, so long as it's candied or chocolate covered. this means if you hand him one of those candied roaches, he won't think twice about gnashing down on one of those suckers

has a plushie collection of really, really soft and sweet-looking animals. and all of them have punk-like accessories (safety pin piercings, spikes, black ribbons, black laces, etc)

the only plush that doesn't have anything on it is an old brown teddy bear with garroth's faded name on the tag

likes to make snapcube sonic fandub references and will just drop random shadow, the devil, and memphis tennessee quotes

[voltronisanobsession]

Being Stiles Twin | Platonic Stiles Stilinksi x Reader

Some headcanons cuz I was bored😜 this is definitely all over the place and messy but that’s fine, just ignore it👼

Being Stiles’ twin is definitely a unique experience on its own

While you guys are different in many ways, there are times where your similarities really shine through

Since you’ve grown up with this dude, you both share the same sense of humor and sarcasm (something that everyone condemns)

When he makes a comment or joke, you’re probably the only one chuckling at it and vice versa

I feel like since Stiles is on the more extroverted side, reader is probably a bit more mellow compared to him

You usually let him take the lead on most stuff, enjoying just watching him blabber about who knows what

You might be a bit quieter without him but you never really minded much

When you’re with him though, yall are the capital of yap central. Especially if you guys are talking about something you’re both passionate about. Or, more often than not, when you’re arguing with each other

He’s the one always dragging you around everywhere and forcing you to go through his plans with him

This was a problem when you guys were younger since both of you were often caught by your dad💀

Being Stiles’ twin would include listening to similar music, sharing a lot of the same interests and geeking out on it together

It also includes bothering Scott whenever you can

Being childhood friends, Scott can never truly escape the Stilinski twins. If Stiles isn’t with him, you’re usually not too far away. Scott has labeled you both as the angel and devil on his shoulders lmao

Between the both of you, I think the reader would have a more flight response when in the face of danger. Stiles usually charges at things head first, the complete opposite of you

It’s not that your any more smarter than him, but that you have a higher self preservation than him

Of course if he ever asks (or forces), you would always stay beside your brother during dangerous situations

It’s either fight or flight with yall. Whoever wins rock paper scissors gets to make the choice💀💀

Moving on, I think maybe sometimes you feel a little less important to the group as compared to Stiles since you view him as more valuable to them.

He’s definitely more knowledgeable and smarter when thinking like the ‘bad guys’

Just a little insecurity you’ll never tell anyone😜

You both are y’all’s ride or dies

Without a doubt if one of you does something stupid, the other will 100% follow in suite

You both might even jump to the same idea and conclusion at the same time when having to make some decision or something

It usually doesn’t end well but at least you guys did it together💆

Even if you guys do dumb things together and by chance get separated, you both worry about each other a lot

Like the first thing Stiles will ask if he sees anyone after some hectic chase is if they know where you are

Being twins, you’ll always have top priority to each other. It’s nothing personal, but if yall had to choose between each other or someone else, after a bit of hesitation the choice will be obvious

Let’s move onto some lighthearted headcanons now👼

You both argue who gets to drive the jeep💀

Yall are forced to share the car, so this problem is usually settled with DUN DUUNNN

Rock paper scissors LMAO

You tend to steal Stiles’ sweater a lot, and despite how smart he is, you always manage to gaslight him into thinking it was yours to begin with

Little do you know he DOES know that ur lying to him, he just takes them back when ur not home, and then the cycle repeats itself

Despite you guys sharing similar interests, it’s always going to be a smidge different

Like it would fall under the same category but for some reason, yall can’t get into each others interests as ironic as it sounds

You guys have this creepy twin telepathy that Scott hates. You both will just randomly starting speaking singing at the same exact time, saying the exact same thing and not even bat an eye

He doesn’t know if it’s because you’re always around each other or if there’s some divine force behind it, but Scott will always side eye you guys whenever it happens

He loves you both but he just finds it freaky that you both know what the other is thinking at the same time. It’s cool but freaky regardless

You both are very close to each other, so when what happens in season three happens, it really damages your bond.

You both grow apart but that’s a post for another day😇

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Painted Him Perfect

Pairing: Austin Gunn x ex-wife!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 824

Summary: You finally decide it’s time to be honest about your marriage with Austin Gunn. About how you painted him perfect.

Warnings: None

A/N: I know it’s been 63936383629 years since I last posted a fic 🤣 but here I am! Based off Painted Him Perfect by Alexandra Kay

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Moodboard is not mine. Credit goes to @katries 😘

There he was, your ex-husband, laughing with his friends like everything was perfect. Perfect. If only they knew just how perfect their buddy Austin Gunn truly was.

You knew after these past several months it was time to be honest. It was time to be honest with your friends, with your family.

The honest truth is that no matter how many times you sang his praises, drove or flew hours and hours to see him, he would mention over and over how he hated the attention. You didn’t understand because you thought that was what he wanted.

Arguments were more common between you two than they should have been. Couples therapy didn’t do any good no matter how hard you tried, tears in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. Austin never really tried to make it work, never told his truth in therapy. That was rock bottom for you, for your marriage. His true colors and true character shone bright in that therapist’s office. That’s when you knew it was over, when you knew you couldn’t keep painting him perfect, when he couldn’t even attempt to make an effort to work on the relationship. A relationship that you thought was true love but it was all just a slap in the face.

Kris Statlander and Willow Nightingale were two of your closest friends. You met them through Austin so maybe you have one good thing to come out quite possibly the worst relationship you’ve ever been in.

“Hey!” You heard Willow’s upbeat voice coming from your left.

“Hey.” You sighed. Now is the time to tell them. They’re your best friends, plus you have nothing to hide. You fought tooth and nail for your marriage to get better, to please Austin in order to keep the storm clouds away.

“I know that voice. What’s wrong?” Kris was never one to beat around the bush. She noticed you haven’t made any effort to look their way. Her eyes followed yours and she knew immediately who you were looking at. Austin Gunn and the rest of Bullet Club Gold. “You two have an argument?” Kris turned back to you, her head tilted as she studied your face.

Understatement of the century.

Willow shook her head. “I don’t think that’s it. I think maybe—”

“I need to be honest here girls.” You finally looked at your friends and you saw you had their undivided attention, so you let the floodgates fall. Maybe you should have went somewhere more private than roughly 8 feet away from the Bang Bang Gang but part of you wanted passersby to hear, his friends to hear. You just knew that if you didn’t speak your truth then another woman would fall victim to his charm and nice guy act only to be in for heartbreak and misery.

By the time you were finished, Kris’s and Willow’s jaws were on the floor. You didn’t leave anything out. You told the story of how the seemingly ‘perfect’ marriage was all because you made it out to be that way. You told them how you always excused things away as ‘that’s what love is’, but now you knew better. You recalled the big scene Austin caused on vacation at the beach in Atlantic City back in August. August 14th to be exact. Unfortunately, you’ll never forget that date because you’ve never been more embarrassed and ashamed. You even admitted to ignoring the red flags, the red flags you always said you would never let slide. Retelling these stories made you realize that you were yellow and he was green, blue was always going to be the color of your relationship.

During your storytelling, some tears must have fell because felt Willow squeeze your hand, in an effort to comfort. Kris on the other hand was connecting the dots before you’d finish a story.

“That’s what really happened to us. No amount of couples therapy could save us because he didn’t want to save us. Not even when I begged for him to, cried for him to. So the best thing I could do was to paint him perfect so no one knew a thing about just how miserable and embarrassing our relationship truly was.”

“He didn’t deserve for you to paint him perfect.” Kris was fuming. You knew if you gave her the green light she would make that boy’s life pure hell. It was tempting but you wanted something else for him instead.

All you could do was agree. “You’re right I shouldn’t have and it’s a good thing I’m not doing it anymore.”

You didn’t hate Austin Gunn, you didn’t like him, and you sure as hell didn’t love him — at least not anymore. Although, you did want him to feel the pain you felt, you wanted him to be heartbroken. Okay, so maybe you did hate him a little bit, but could anyone really blame you after you told the truth?

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