#this lil guy is constantly being silly

[nopeleavemealoone]

Happy pride, i tried a new thing

(gotta spread my genderfluid dazai propoganda)

[happi-dreams]

Myy sonn!!!

[moeblob]

A succubus and a demon! (The succubi don't have names but the demon is Kronos and the succubus is one of his bosses in Hell and he's not /fond/ of the succubi for many reasons but they all adore picking on him)

Also because I love them and like to point it out, the succubi act more as pleasure dealers in the sense of they offer up whatever a human wants most in exchange for their soul. It's rarely of a sexual nature since it's what they want MOST in life. And most people's ambitions are outside of a bedroom. (happy pride, asexuals are able to get affected by a succubus now without discrimination)

[sqlmn]

OC RNG stuff.

-Lucinda is engaged to the oldest prince in a family of nine where there are 8 brothers and then the youngest is the only girl. She adores her future husband. -Ink Blot is a really dumb mage who acts as a street performer using fake magic despite being an actual mage. He just wants to be the center of attention. -Ruby and Luce are from the same plot (thank you RNG I love the dream wardens). They're part of different pairs and basically just patrol to keep dreams in check. Ruby and Luce also don't really meet each other in canon. Their routes don't overlap but they both interact with the main duo which is Colette and Marcus. (Ruby wants to beat Marcus up while Luce wants to kiss Marcus for what it matters.)

[doctordelicate-touch]

Hi!! Quick sorry for inserting myself into every single conversation ever!! Okay bye bye!!

[arolesbianism]

Let it not be forgotten how much I love Abby. She is the character of all time. 2 me. It's me and my needlessly in depth Abby hcs against the world

[struwberrii]

haikyuu!! boys crushing on you ₊˚⊹♡

here are some silly headcanons on how i think the shiratorizawa guys would act while they have a crush on you + eventually confess :3

characters: ushijima, tendou, semi, shirabu, goshiki

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ushijima

its weird because he knows he likes you and everyone else THINKS he MIGHT like you but hes so blunt and deadpan that its hard to tell

he doesnt treat you differently than he treats any other person but hes very kind and generous

gives you random compliments though, like is hes thinking something he just says it to you

'you look very beautiful today' or 'are you wearing a new perfume? it smells nice'

but at the same time he accidentally insults you like hell ask you when the last time you showered was

because of this nobody can really tell exactly how he feels about you until he eventually confesses

he would probably be very deadpan and unromantic about his confession too, he would just straight up ask you to go out with him (˶˃⤙˂˶)

but TRUST once he gets you out hes bringing you flowers, hes buying you your favorite snacks, hes holding doors for you pulling your chairs out for you

u rlly gotta trust the process LMAO i feel like hes just a lil dummy

tendou

i feel like he wouldnt confess because hes rlly insecure and doesnt think anyone would ever have romantic feelings for him so you would probably have to confess

he does little things to let you know he cares about you, like hed suggest manga he thinks youd like or some songs or has movie nights with you and brings snacks

jokes around a lot with you and actually shows a vulnerable side when hes alone with you

i can see him inviting you out just randomly and casually, like bringing you to a bakery he likes or going to the park with you late at night to swing on the swing sets and chat

also compliments you very boldly but immediately gets super blushy and flustered and starts stuttering ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

probably teases you a lot though but gets really nervy if hes too flirty about it

i feel like youd DEF have to confess but he'd probably be throwing you hints all night, complimenting you, buying you little keychains or snacks, holding your bags for you all that jazz

once you guys are officially together OH MY GOSH is he a different person, constantly flirting and teasing and now youre the one blushing and left stuttering by his words ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

semi

hes actually very sweet and chill about it

like when he first meets you hed probably just straight up say youre really pretty and ask for your phone number

hed be shocked to learn that you actually have a lot in common with him

overall is just very flirty and romantic while crushing on you, like he makes it NO secret that he has feelings for you (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

jokes about you being his girlfriend but surprisingly take a while to actually ask you out

despite that he still is very protective over you and literally treats you like youre his girlfriend

def writes songs for you and sends voice memos of him playing them on his guitar ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

i feel like he wouldnt really try to hard to impress you or anything, hed just feel comfortable being himself around you and doesnt want you to end up falling for someone who isnt him (as in him not acting like himself)

invites you out on dates often before officially asking you out

he ends up asking you out with a cute stuffed animal and candy at your doorstep

shirabu

lurks from the shadows

i feel like he would probably push you away and be kind of cold twoards you because he thinks your really pretty but doesnt want to have feelings for you

i feel like hed just watch you and like admire you from a distance

would probably be too scared to have a genuine conversation with you so he sends you annonymous notes

hes your little secret admirer ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

his notes are so sweet though, like he writes you poems and tells you how nice you looked

i feel like hed be ok just being your secret admirer forever but he realizes he wont be your classmate forever so he ends up writing a note to meet him on the roof of the school during lunch

you end up meeting up with him and he asks you on an official date ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

goshiki

CONSTANTLLY trying to impress you (╥﹏╥)

just a big dork honestly

always invites you to his practices so he can show off his skills to you

if you compliment him hed probably be all blushy and smiley and hit you with the 'yeah it was nothin'

invites you out to play gacha machines and spends a bunch of money on you trying to win the figures you want

also brings you snacks and gives them to you during lunch (˶˃⤙˂˶)

honestly would do anything for your validation

tries to be cool and tough but you see right through that act almost immediately

probably invites you out to a movie and awkwardly tries to hold your hand but only ends up brushing hands with you

would try to ask you out after the movie ends but hed just be stuttering then ends up saying nevermind

you probably have to ask him out lol

even after all that hes STILL trying to act like a tough guy

[fungusgnat444]

König headcanons (goofy/cringe edition)

CW: mostly just könig being a silly lil guy (sorry for writing this I couldn’t sleep)

This man has absolutely no idea how to dress himself it’s so embarrassing. To give him a little credit, it would probably be pretty difficult to find clothes that fit him but still. Wanna ask him to let you take him shopping? “Nein! I dress for function not fashion”. I hate him so much

he would be an absolute nightmare to sleep in the same bed with. Snoring deafeningly loud, rolling on top of you and almost killing you, mumbling complete German nonsense, constantly snuggling you even though his body heat is like the sun. He’s a fucking pest.

wakes up at an ungodly hour then gets lonely if it takes you too long to wake up. Wakes you up even if you beg him not to. “Maus bitte. I made you breakfast” like omg go away it’s 6am on a Saturday.

Eats like an actual caveman. Eats so fast as if the food is going to run away if he doesn’t then stares longingly at your plate. You’ve barely started eating and he’s already like “you gonna finish that?”. He’s a human vacuum

If an English word is even a little bit similar to a german word he’s not even going to bother using the English word if he’s talking to you. Gets immediately annoyed if you don’t understand. Like how the fuck am I supposed to know that Brot means bread. You tried to learn German but your pronunciation was so bad he’s just like “its ok, just speak Englisch“ so mean😢

I don’t know why but I feel like this man has some sort of obscure pet like an African bull frog or like vampire crabs or something and names them the most boring name. “Don’t worry Paul doesn’t bite”, but it’s like the most absurd looking creature you’ve ever seen.

Sincerely sorry for writing this. I should be locked up I know

[evilminji]

You know one of the purposes of Lining?

Shock Absorption.

If the Zone is the Inter- and EXTRA-Dimensional Lining, connecting, containing, and generally powering all of Multiversal Creation? The Great Primordial Soup? The Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, from which we came and too which we return?

If the Zone itself is basicly the place between Universe, where your soul goes to get washed down, cleaned up, recharged, and sent out to wherever the next random portal takes it? To BECOME whatever you happen to find? An infinte recycler and Multiversal management?

The great metaphorical Yggdrasil, grown far beyond few branches, into an incomprehensible forest of one?

Well!

That kinda changes things! And also nothing! Because it means that those who remain? Are basicly squatting in the DMV's attic. Have built bunkers, under the country's main power generator. They really SHOULD move along. Granted, there is no one to MAKE them... but like...

That's cause no one thought anyone would NEED too?

Lol. Don't they feel silly? Anyway, I'ma put MY house over-! *wander off to go squat in the rafters*

Yeah, the CONCEPTS are native. But those probably just generate naturally. It's all the Souls constantly flowing through. Lots of background Sentience and Memories and such being washed away into the air. But? Then these lil souls were like "yeah, but if THEY get to stay... me too! D:< " "no, you can-" "ME TOO" and then they stopped listening and did what they wanted.

Good thing we have literally infinte amounts of room.

T...there's so MANY, you guys.

But! Not the point here!

*smacks white board* Realities! The Die too sometimes! And get born! A beautiful process, really. You can find Reality Beads if you know When and Where to look, some times. They, OBVIOUSLY, don't last for very long. Since they are basicly just seed universe. The explosive growth takes them almost immediately out of our range of perception, as they Begin.

Foundations of all Life and such.

But good God are they MAGNIFICENT!

However, sometimes? The REVERSE happens. If you find the area of the Zone your in? Is getting... "wavey" is the best way people describe it. Distorted. Fun house mirror. As though your vision has weird wrinkles that are distorting and stretching your view of things? Get Out. FAST.

If it's only SLIGHT? Barely noticeable? You can grab your Lair. IF, and ONLY IF you are NEARBY! If not? Remember. Things can be replaced. YOU? Can not.

Cause that "wavey"-ness? Is the final stage of Realm Entropy. The universe that portion over the Zone is covering and connected too, is all hollowed out. And about to CAVE IN. You DO NOT want to be there when that happens!

Remember! You see "waves"? Fly for three days!

Get to the edge of the affected area then KEEP GOING for a full three days flight. Warn everyone in you path. We stay safe together, guy. Collapses are NO JOKE. People get... well. Let's just say it's NOT a nice way too go.

Knowing this of course? We should all be SAFE right? Respectful if Awed distance from Reality Seeds, run like he'll if "waves"? We Gucci?

.....Sooooorta.

*flips Whiteboard to other side, to reveal a cartoonishly drawn Supervillian labeled "Asshole"*

Behold! A Terrorist!

It's a charged word. Not used lightly. But THESE fuckers? Oh ho ho! THESE fuckers?! "Ooooh~! Look at MEEEEE! I'm gonna play with FORCES I DONT UNDERSTAAAAAAAND! Destabilize my whole funckin UNIVERSE! Kill countless TRILLIONS OF TRILLIONS! Cause life was bad to me personally and I'm mad about it! Wah wah wah!!" ASSHOLES!

These fuckers? Cause Collapses. Blow Outs. Weird Fucked Up Cancerous Real Growths. You ever seen the Cleaners? No? You don't WANT TOO. They are basically eldritch, deep sea, angler fish looking mother fuckers THE SIZE OF SOLAR SYSTEMS. They travel in SCHOOLS.

BIG ONES.

When Realities collapse, they "fall off" as it were. Detach. And have to get recycled. All the countless impurities of Life eaten way to a blank slate. So it too, can start again. Thus the Fish. But! They ALSO eat anything "problematic".

Like tumors. Cancers. Poisoned, Multiversal Threats. Those quote on quote "God Killers".

Yes. Yes this IS part of why you DONT want to be near a Collapsing Reality.

No I WON'T explain how I know.

I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.

*smack the board with pointer* pay attention.

Jason Todd. Not! An Asshole. Sexy thighs. Fancy lil hair strip. We all miss him. But! He's off living his "no really, I'm totally alive, guys" hot girl summer or whatever. We are going to respect that! But!!! How did that happen? When he was DEFINITELY Hella dead?

Superboy Prime-y Pants. Who IS an ASSHOLE.

Because THAT fucker? PUNCHED HIS REALITY SO HARD IT NEARLY SHATTERED. Oh, no, I'm sorry! He punched SOMEONE ELSE'S reality! Because he is a tantruming MAN CHILD! And NOW? Now, Your Majesty, that WHOLE ASS Reality is more hair line cracks then border walls! One good shove? It'll cave in. Killing every soul inside.

The Cleaners are ALREADY circling.

It needs to be patched. Immediately. But that's not something normal ghosts can DO. The Zone won't LISTEN to us. Nor allocate the energy for it. The Concepts of Healing? We can't even FIND them.

We need help.

Please help them, King Phantom. You're the only one who CAN.

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @hypewinter @ailithnight @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

[crucifiedkiss]

◌ೆ୧　 ͢YOUR MAIL HAS BEEN DELIEVERED ♡

𓈒⠀⠀⁺⠀𝜗 crucifiedkiss ╱ p. jackson x gn! reader 𝜚

ꨄ︎ hcs dating percy ⏤ ﹙meteor shower﹚ 🪽 ˖ ׁ ⁩

  ಲ ͏ㅤ ׅㅤㅤcw: show!percy (i havent read the book(s) ...), season not specified, fluff, ooc (proudly), water && swimming, kissing (underwater), extremely cheesy/cringey type loveㅤ✿𝅼

( ｡>﹏<) "on my grind ?22??!1 i love percy sm someone pls lock my phone away 😞 i drank tons of coffee today god help me pls (I POSTED IT BY ACCIDENT THE FIRST TIME RAHHH)" ⏤ c.k.　と

𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 dating percy jackson would include ﹗

　　　⏤　 him practically showing u off with the most smug look ever ... like, "yeah, this is my partner– u guys could never :3" cause he is so goofy like that. probably on purpose does rlly romantic things with u near others just to either embarrass u or ,,, well ,,, yeah, rlly just to embarrass u honestly. the way he giggles at u when u push him away and say sorry for his behavior is so silly. whilst doing the romantic thing (ie. hugging u from behind) he sticks his tongue out at the person u were talking to like "haha i have their attention and u dont !!!" cause he is just a little mischievous guy – does rlly cheesy things ESPECIALLY😭 no matter if the view on him gets damaged for being to lovey/immature !! he loves to annoy u lowk.

　　　⏤　 him being like, rlly clingy and pda a 12/10 ^^" (as u can see) (the extra 2 is CRUCIAL). literally stuck to ur side and follows u around like a lost puppy even tho he is a literal demigod very capable of, like, everything pretty much ... besides archery seemingly. absolutely SMITTEN ,,, head over heels type smitten. grins from ear to ear just at seeing u be happy !! expect him to be like, everywhere near u, if its possible with his schedule and urs. he carries lotion around EVERYWHERE just so his hands r smooth enough for u to hold his hand, even if u would hold his hand without.

　　　⏤　 him dragging u out ur cabin at midnight, being way past curfew, and taking u to the beach to go swimming. the amount of times u guys have almost gotten caught is insane😓 the way percy loudly shushes u–him being louder then u when doing so but whatevs–and stays quiet for a moment to listen if that was a false alarm or not, swearing he heard a little rustle, but it ending up half the time being nothing (if it is someone he dunks his head underwater .. hope u can breath underwater for a long time aswell ..!!). if ur paranoid/anxious then its gonna suck being with percy cause of how he is always doing SMTH a little devious !!! that snarky lil grin he has when he pushes u into the water or just makes a wave hit u so u fall down– hope u dont have a fear of deep waters or just water in general cause if so u have chosen the wrong guy to love !!😣 /lh

　　　⏤　 him getting u seashells and making u seashell necklaces and bracelets :3 i think of percy as like, stupid in a silly way, but very creative and smart aswell, so he probably just makes u any jewelry with anything shiny he can find on the hot sand or cool water and it not just limited to the pretty seashells either :) makes u stuff out of just about anything he can find and, if ur hair is long enough, he will braid it or smth if u want !!! pls tell him whether or not u do like it or uncomfortable with ur hair/head/etc. touched😭 just a rlly crafty guy nonetheless tho !!! :)

　　　⏤　 him being aware of tons of stuff u like, even if u dont tell him. asks literally everyone at camp what type of jokes u like or figures it out himself and mentally writes it down just to see u laugh, figuring out ur favorite smells to get u candles/perfumes/colognes that smell just like it so u can be happy, figuring out what ur favorite flower is to pick that one exactly to give it to u, etc. !! pays close attention to what u say so do expect him to know LOTS !!

　　　⏤　 him flowerpicking constantly for u :) i said in the last little bit i wrote ("figuring out what ur favorite flower is to pick that one exactly to give it to u") that he finds ur favorite flower, so obv he makes u so many bouquets :3 him being the son of poseidon, those flowers will be the healthiest things EVER. it has so much water for free !!! just imagine having a whole shelf dedicated to all the flowers he has given u and other trinkets/things he made u (if ur not wearing them)

　　　⏤　 him SHAMELESSLY flirting with u in any instance ... usually in bad scenarios aswell ??? "are those new shoes ?? they look great on u !!!", "u looked hot killing that monster btw❤ (/silly)", "u look rlly good today ... are we about to kiss rn?" type stuff😭😭 freaking IDIOT !!!! /pos probably on purpose says the most outrageous things during the worst of times. fighting someone ?? flirt. yelling at someone ?? flirt. being yelled at ?? flirt. like can u pull urself together percy my goodness😞

　　　⏤　 him getting a custom made shirt that says "i love ___" or "if lost, pls return to ___", or wearing one of those "i ❤ my partner" cause he is so cheesy unironically😭 he is a absolute love-driven dork for u i SWEAR !!! just any shirt that is so dumb saying he loves u or smth like that and wears it out OPENLY ... ive told u once and i will tell u again: he loves embarrassing u !! whether on purpose or not, he is just a loser all together who loves u sm /pos

　　　⏤　 him taking u underwater and kissing u, not bothering to check if anyone is near or not. also, i feel like he would be the type to kiss u randomly whilst ur talking and just cheekily smile. anyways, back on the underwater kissing topic (i need to quit yapping omll😣) ... he is literally the son of poseidon and is as sly as a fox, do u expect him NOT to drag u underwater and just abruptly kiss u ?? never get near him when u two r swimming cause he will do it at any time. people around ?? kissing. not even in the correct clothes for swimming, risking getting his and ur clothes wet (he does not care if he gets his casual day clothes wet, personally😭) ?? kissing. he does not care i promise so be ready at any moment to be dunked underwater.

　　　⏤　 him taking u on dates 24/7 and it always being water themed or having water there. it can be a waterpark, a park with a fountain, a beach, a aquarium ... anything with water. also, make sure the places have blue foods/drinks ,,, papa smurf percy (/silly/j ik guys im hilarious❤) likes his blue !!! the way his dates r always planned out THOROUGHLY. if they do not have one of his needs (water, blue food, etc.) he will probably not go unless u rlly want to cause ur his weakness lowk🫂

　　　⏤　 extra: him getting u a pet fish ... tho its more for him. sobs hysterically when it dies and never gets another pet (thats a lie. probably a dog person and gets a golden retriever or smth ... and maybe another fish :3)

[moneymartin]

PLEASE PLEASE do a kate martin fic where the reader is her ex and they cannot stay away from each other. like “uh oh” by tate mcrae PLEASE

・❥・- favorite bad decision

summary: you see kate at a practice after the two of you split

warnings: nfsw mdni. 18+ as fawk! but the smut is kinda short sozzzz

rpf. don’t read it if you don’t feel comfortable

a/n: i’m negl all my kate fics are fluffy cause i cannot see myself writing smut. (but i try to deliver so this sucks cuz i got a lil uncomfy) 😭 also i’m sorry for lacking on my writing im so stressed w all these exams im taking and some family problems. this also might go off track cause i wrote this half asleep 😕 didn’t know how to end this one too

stars are the skips :)

it’s been 5 months. 5 stupid months since that relationship you refused to let go ended. you couldn’t believe it either when your girlfriend suddenly said “we need to breakup.”. she never told you why, despite the multiple calls and texts you sent when she left the morning after that were begging for her to come back or at least explain why she felt that way.

you felt like absolute shit.

it was a long relationship, your longest one too. it was the fact you believed it would last forever. you wished for it to last when you saw those repeated numbers and whenever a star dotted across the sky. you believed in those silly little things, but you only believed in them for this stupid 1.5 year period.

everything felt like it had been going your way during those times. you felt alive again after meeting kate. she was the definition of a literal ball of sunshine when it came to you. constantly bringing you to her basketball games, showing you off to her friends and teammates, introducing you to her family. things were great. the feeling was refreshing, especially after being in probably the worst relationship of your life.

a guy played you behind your back so many times and you were unable to figure out yourself. the second you did, you didn’t even know why or what to do. you struggled with school from the thought of never finding out what he thought was weird about you or why he even considered doing that in the first place. you treated him like he was the best boyfriend in the world!

then kate had dug you out of a hole you thought you’d never have the guts or the fucking courage to get out of.

“there’s nothing wrong with you trying to get your mind off of it y’know.” jada says. shes been helping you cope with this thing even though her and kate are the closest people ever. she’d never tell a single soul anything you always talk to her about. “coming to our last game in carver won’t be that bad!”

“yeah, not so bad until i see kate! you know how i feel about her, jades. it hurts.” you murmur and swipe the back of your hand against your face. there’s a painful feeling at the bottom of your stomach and it makes your skin crawl uncomfortably. “i’m not going and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind.”

jada’s face contorts into a half smile when she hears the way you talk about the whole shebang. she knows you that still can’t let it go, and she wishes so badly that you could let kate go. “right.” she breathes out and grinds her teeth together. “you don’t need to come.”

but you do anyways.

you sat there at court side awkwardly, watching the hawkeyes train before their final home game. you only saw caitlin, hannah, gabbie, syd, and kylie. jada was sitting next to you and cheering on her teammates. thankfully, you didn’t spot kate anywhere close or on the court at all.

until you fucking did.

kate walked in through the tunnel and dropped her gym bag on the floor, a loud thud echoing through the arena. she had her hair up in that same stupid braid, that same stupid smirk on her face, and that same stupid look in her eyes. you hated her so fucking much and you hated the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about her no matter how hard you tried to.

that churn in the stomach made you feel like you had level 1000 cramps, but it was just that feeling you got when you felt absolutely sick to the core. sick because you didn’t know what, or how to feel after seeing kate again. it was the shitty feeling of not knowing why she even chose to leave you in the first place. it was the feeling of frustration when you saw her smile again. the feeling of confusion rushing back to you. you felt like a small child getting yelled at when she broke up with you, it was when nothing made sense at all to you. when you didn’t get the answer you wanted after multiple tries of begging for it.

you didn’t understand it, and you still don’t.

“you alright?” jada snaps you out of whatever the hell you were thinking about and you jump slightly, eyes diverting away from kate. “yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” you huff and smile with your teeth out. your body starts to grow numb and you feel as if you can’t breathe as well as you normally would, which jada notices. she grabs your shoulders tightly and places her palm on the side of your face to move your head towards hers. she knows you’re staring at kate. “you’re not fine.”

thanks captain obvious.

“yeah, obviously not!!!” you blurt out way too loud. it makes everything and everyone around you stop. the sound of the balls dribbling against the floor and the continuous chatter around you just stops. everything is silent and you know that its because of you. your face flushes at the embarrassment you feel and you step off onto the court, walking towards the exit. the sound of footsteps follow you and you don’t even have the guts to turn around. it seriously feels like you’re about to get completely flamed for acting out at a clear statement about what you felt.

but it’s not jada. or caitlin. it’s fucking kate.

a wave of anger and bitterness rushes through you like no other, and you can’t tell whether to be upset or nervous about this little interaction. you still love kate and you know that. “you like to yell, huh?” she chuckles and pushes your shoulder lightly. when her hand touches you, you don’t move away and just let her do it.

“lighten up, will ya?” kate’s lips curl up into the damn smirk again and she looks at you with those eyes. the eyes that she knows you can’t say no to, the eyes that got you hooked in the first place. “i missed when you acted up like that, to be honest.”

you’ve missed her touch so badly, but you just can’t admit it.

there’s a lot of things you acknowledge in life. things that you know. you know whats right and wrong when it comes to decisions and when it comes to certain things like seeing people you know you aren’t supposed to.

but you know that this is right. it always has been.

promises are always broken too, and this was one you swore you’d never break. it was hard, especially because kate was the hottest fucking person on the planet. saying ‘no’ to her was practically impossible. she asked you to come over after the game and you happily complied. which was a horrible idea.

“you’re such a fuckin’… asshole.” you whine out and let out a bated breath. your body shivers when kate’s fingers run up and down underneath your shirt and when her breath hits your sopping core. she’s in between your legs and eating you out like a madwoman. your head falls back into her pillows, fingers gripping tight at the roots of her hair and the bedsheets on the side of your body. “am i?” she mumbles, sending vibrations through your body that you haven’t felt in months.

that feeling is so good. and you know it. you missed it when kate acted up too. seeing her all tough on the court made something reignite in your stomach again, and it exploded when you saw her in the locker rooms. you literally dragged her out of there while she was in the middle of a conversation with addi and into your car. you couldn’t even wait before your lips were eagerly on hers and her hands were roaming in all the right places.

“yeah, you are. you fucking bitch…..” your voice goes up an octave the moment kate licks a stripe up your pussy and starts leaving hickeys around your thighs and stomach. “i tried ignoring you when i saw you at the club last week. all i wanted to do was jump into your arms and kiss your face off.” you admit awkwardly and let out a quiet cry the moment your stomach turns into knots. you’re close and she can feel it, her head diving down again while you absentmindedly hump at her face.

“shit!” you whimper and prop your head up, watching kate lap up every last drop of your cum. “i got you, baby,” she breathes out heavily onto your stomach. her breath is warm and she presses her cheek up against it when she feels your legs shake. her thumb rubs your sides and she looks up at you, rising up slightly and keeping herself steady with her hands. yours grabbing at her shoulders. when she keeps herself up you can feel her arms bulging underneath her shirt and she leans in. “mmf.. that’s my girl.”

her tongue swirls around yours, making you taste yourself all the way before the moment turns over quickly. “mhm..” you hum and slide your hands down her arms to get a feel again. the second you pull away, kate’s eyes go from feral to soft. she leans back and searches around on her floor, picking up your undergarments and sliding them on for you. “it’s okay.” she smiles and moves her head towards you. kate rests her head on your chest, chin in between and her arms around your stomach while your fingers cup her face.

you’re never gonna be able to stop forgiving her if she keeps doing this to you. and you know it.

[localkiss]

Princess Sprinkles!

Vendetta Chris Redfield x fem reader!

cw: dd/lg, creampie, squirting (guys idk how squirting feels like....), multiple orgasms (reader), fingering, pet names, praise kink, oral fixation (reader obv), light mentions of breeding, soft dom!Chris!!, afab terms used, size kink ish.., Chris being silly, Chris being a lil mean one time, and some fluff :3 !! — Lmk if I missed anything.

wc: 2005 !! (🤭 birth year go crazyy LOL!)

notes: if you don't like ddlg just um. Idk don't read 💀!! I fr try not to make the reader teeny tiny but like dude Chris is huge asf.. size kink go brrr 🧎🏻‍♀️! I'll be making reader a lil squishy from now on bc I'm not skinny either ☝🏻.Also I used to watch the Bratz babyz movie on repeat sm that the disc got ruined 😭😭 soo.. yes that part is directly from yours truly! Not proof read 😵‍💫

tags: @argreion, @rigorwhoring bc ily guys 😇!!

"Daddy!" You squeal as soon as Chris picks you up and spins you around. Making your fluffy mini pleated skirt twirl upwards.

Chris hoists your pretty body over his shoulders and pats you on the butt, practically skipping towards your shared bedroom. It looks like someone dumped all the squishmallows possible into the master bedroom. He can't help but think of you every time he sees a stuffed animal. Shits rooted in his brain. Stuffies = his angel!

Yeah, he might have to fight with them to make room for himself, but he wouldn't trade it for any other way. He doesn't actually fight them, knowing you'd throw a hissy fit and say "Hate daddy! Forever 'n ever!" Chris's heart shatters like glass whenever you say that.

He's grown softer because of you and those little threats of yours make his heart drop down to the core of the Earth. Would he admit it to team Alpha? No. Never in a million years. But they've got eyes and ears, they're not Patrick Star. Dumb and living under a rock.

Lately he's been covered in hickeys and cute little doodles that're supposed to be like tattoos by yours truly. Goes to work and gets teased by his squad, telling him how you've got him wrapped around your pretty little finger. How much you've changed him, for the better. He always shrugs them off, putting them back to work.

You for sure made Chris cut back on smoking a fuck ton. Constantly crying about how the stench will ruin your stuffies and the coat the walls of the house with a film. You're right, that's for sure. And the fact that second hand smoke is even worse is what clicks it into his head for him. His baby. His sweetheart, could end up dying because of his stupid ass habits.

Chris has lost too many of his men because of his habits. Too many good men. You are his savior. He pounds away the guilt into your needy little cunt. Constantly craving him. Needing him. Loving him. Honest to God, he needs that more than anything in this lifetime.

"Sweetheart," he sighs and sets you down onto the bed. "I missed you. Whatcha been up to?"

"Slept 'n colored and um... Ate some snackies, watch movie, 'n had lotsa juice!" You mumble, eyes glancing around the entire room. Using your hands to talk, as your words get slurred when you're in this state of mind.

Chris presses a faint kiss to your temple and noses down to the underside of your ear. Carefully holding the back of your head with his hand. He gives you more kisses and blows raspberries into your ear, making you squeal and swat at him.

"That's good baby. Glad you had a productive day." Chris smiles at you lovingly.

Your heart then swoons, making you feel all mushy inside. Praise gets him everything from you. Just like you crying out for daddy gets you everything from him!

He lazily starts to unbuckle his belt, pulling it through the loops. Setting it down on the bedside table with a thud. He starts to undo his fly, pushing his pants all the way down, kicking out of them.

Only dressed in his boxers and shirt, he engulfs you with a hug. Nuzzling into your neck, feeling your hands grab ahold of his shirt.

"Daddy?"

"Just recharging honey, hold on." His voice is deep and gruffy, sending chills up your spine.

You lay there, body buzzing with warmth as his figure presses you into the mattress. His hips shift and move against yours, causing you to gasp.

Thighs squeezing against his fit waist and he sighs into your neck. "Daddy's not charge. He excited..." Your fingers tug on his shirt and he sits up.

"Off?" Pointing to his shirt and you clumsily remove your own shirt and skirt. Now both of you are only in your underwear. Well, you still have your white thigh highs on, but still.

He presses your thighs up to your chest and settles in the middle as best as he can. Feeling his skin on your skin feels like heaven. Makes your panties wet, which he's noticed but doesn't want to say anything about it. Knowing you get all shy and embarrassed when he points things out like that. He likes it. Thinks it's cute that you want skin ship.

"So pretty baby," he pushes his hips forward. His cock catching onto your clit with each slow roll. "Pretty pussy, pretty tits. Pretty girl. My pretty girl."

Chris leans back and gets rid of his boxers. Pulling your panties up to slip his cock between your folds. Laying back down on top of you. Humping you instead of fucking you.

You can't complain, his tip his pressing against your clit nicely. Your hips rolling up to meet his and his dick slips inside.

He bottoms out immediately with a growl. "Baby. Did I say you could put it in?" Chastising you with a rough thrust, acting like it's your fault his dick slipped inside of your tiny hole.

"Daddy, didn't mean to. Not m'fault," you whine out, kicking your legs.

"S'okay. Daddy will make it all better." Chris presses a kiss to your forehead and acts like he's going to pull it out. Only to harshly thrust it back into you. "Fuck, princess. She's not wanting to let me go. You hear her crying for me?"

Moaning, you dig your nails into his back, "Daddy, daddy, never leave," you start babbling already.

He groans and rabbits his hips, making the bed rock against the wall.

"Wait, daddy, stuffies no want look, turn," you try to speak as he continues to fuck you like he hates you.

"Shit, okay baby. Hold on," he grunts and turns them around as best as he can. "Better now?"

You nod and go in for a kiss and he meets you halfway. Drooling into your mouth and your tongues swirl together before you suck on his. Moaning as he drives himself deeper inside of you. Squelching sounds and skin on skin echoing in the bedroom. Surely you guys won't get a noise complaint this time!

He spits into your mouth and smears it all over your lips with his thumb, pushing it into your mouth. Who needs a pacifier when you've got daddy's thumb?

Watching your eyes flutter shut and your lips wrapping around his thumb, it sets him off. His other hand driving down between you both and rubbing harshly at your puffy nub.

Biting down, you furrow your eyebrows. Breathing quickly and moaning softly. "Close," you hum around his digit. Sucking on it as you get closer and closer.

Chris's dick hits a special spot inside of you and your body shakes underneath him. Pussy trying to push out his cock as a clear liquid shoots out of you.

"Goddamn, baby, squirting on me, mmhh—fuck..." His hips falter and he dumps his cum inside of you. Resting his body on you, burying you into the bed. Making sure his cum never leaves you.

Chris pulls his thumb out of your mouth and kisses you feverishly. "Putting a baby in you, s'that alright princess?" Your pussy agrees by clenching around his thickness.

But he's acting like you've got a choice, since he's already done the deed. He pulls you up into his arms and you guys slowly make your way to the bath. Still connected and full.

Keeping you in his arms, he reaches down to turn on the water and put in the plug. You giggle and some of his cum starts to spurt out and drip down his balls. He settles in the tub with you on his lap, grabbing the soap to fill it with bubbles.

Chris slowly lifts you off of his length and sets you between his legs. Back pressed against his hairy chest. While his cum dribbles out of you.

His fingers make their way down to your sensitive cunt and slowly dips them inside. "Shh, I know baby," pressing soft kisses to your cheek as you whine and claw weakly at his forearms. The other one is keeping you pressed against him.

"Daddy's helping you baby," he starts to curl his fingers and your legs shake. Clearly overstimulated from earlier. But Chris starts to be a bit greedy, smacking his palm against your pretty little pearl.

Throwing your head back against his shoulder, he coaxes you into another orgasm. With the disguise of helping you get his cum out. If anything, he's trying to fuck it back into. Serious about putting a mini him or you inside of your tummy.

"Baby, almost there. Y'got it princess.. mmh.. cum one more time for daddy? Promise I'll clean you up and get us some donuts with sprinkles on 'em, just the way you like." Man, he's even bribing you! Daddy knows what you really want right now. So you whimper in response.

"Daddy, mmhhff... Daddy oh god! Please, please, please!" Your heels dig into the tub as the water fills it. His lips sucking and biting into your neck is what makes you cream around his digits.

Body convulsing and breath raggedy and higher as you come down from your second high of the night. Chris grabs your face and kisses you all over, mumbling praises into your skin. "Good girl, daddy's so proud of you."

Then, he takes his time washing you off, letting you play with the rubber duckies and splashing water onto him. Putting bubbles on his beard and making one for yourself.

"I daddy! See?" You pout and furrow your eyebrows, taking a drag of an imaginary cigarette. Chris rolls his brown eyes and takes the imaginary cigarette and puts it out.

"Babies can't do that stuff, remember? Only daddies can do that, silly baby girl." He wipes the bubbles off of your face and his, nibbling on your earlobe. Making chewing noises, "Om nom nom, my baby tastes so yummy!"

You squeal and press your face into your shoulder. "Daddy! Got wash so we can eat nummy donut! Donut sprinkle!"

He hums and gets to work. Gently washing your back and hair as you wash your front side and down to your toes. Chris hauls you up and he turns on the shower to wash your hair and his. God knows he needs this shower after training his new squad mates today.

Chris washes his own figure as you cup the water in your tiny hands and splash it up in the air. Watching you pretend you have powers as the water runs down your arms and to the tips of your fingers.

"Alright princess. Let's go get some sprinkled donuts," he pats your heart shaped ass with a chuckle. Wrapping you in a fuzzy towel, he gets to work drying you off. It reminds you of that Bratz babyz movie. Sure reminds him of it too. From how often you guys watched it, the CD stopped working and you threw a fit.

So of course, he bought a couple more, just in case. It's not like he doesn't have the money for it. So why not keep his baby sated with something so simple as a 2000s movie? He even bought you some Bratz dolls and monster high ones. Likes how you squeal and jump around in excitement every time he buys you something so simple as a doll. Makes him happy.

"Princess sprinkles and daddy sprinkles! Getting donut sprinkles! Sprinkles, sprinkles, sprinkles!" You laugh as he puts on your blue matching cinnamoroll pajamas that he spent fifty dollars on. Worth it in his opinion. Looks so cute on you, he can't help but press kisses all over your cheeks.

"Alright, alright, princess sprinkles. Let's go get in the car. Daddy'll buy you all the chocolate sprinkled donuts there is at the bakery." Chris's heart thumps in his chest. Yeah, there's a sprinkled shaped hole with a sprinkle version of you in his heart.

[gayteez-wtr]

Night Watch | J.WY

Wooyoung is an obsessive stalker photographer and you are his subject.

W/C: 3.6k

A/N:: I just rly like the idea of Woo being obsessed and stalkery with his camera. Also avoided the use of Y/N throughout.

✨️DISCLAIMER! This does not reflect him irl or his personality or hobbies, its a silly fun made up piece of fiction)

Warnings: Yandere Wooyoung, Y/N gets hurts (not by Wooyoung), soft(?) dom Wooyoung, Y/N is a lil insecure, Wooyoung taking naked photos, cum sharing(if you squint), bruising, petnames. Let me know if i missed anything warning worthy.

You liked the idea of a late shift job because it meant that you always had time to do what you wanted to do in the day and then go to work, and let’s face it, you always ran off of very little sleep anyway so why did it matter if you finished at twelve AM. 

There’s something immensely beautiful about your town at night time too, the walk home was short, only 5 minutes in a hurry, but you always found yourself meandering and taking in the way the moonlight hit the trees or roofs around you. Even when it was raining, walking home was your peace. 

After a couple months at your new job you started noticing you sometimes saw the same person around. He was usually always in the same spot as you went by and held a seemingly very expensive camera, only seeing his back usually, you occasionally saw his digital screen and could see the stars and sometimes the moon zoomed in so far and so incredibly clear, it was gorgeous and you often found yourself hoping you’d see the view through his lens as you went by so you could see what he saw and not only what your dumb naked eyes could pick up. You wanted to ask why he was always around, what he was doing this for, anything but you brushed it off, 'he probably works close and finishes late too, I like the night, other people do too.' you told yourself. But, as time went on you realised that even when you took a little longer at work and finished late you still noticed him around. 

You’d never had the gall to look back after walking by to check which way he was going but one day, just after you’d seen some planet through his display as you walked by, a car sped down the road honking loudly and causing you to turn to see what was happening. It was just some teens fucking around, shouting loudly along to music into the dead quiet of the neighbourhood. What was more interesting to you though was that the camera guy was still near you, it had been about a minute since you walked by him and you’d always assumed he went some other way. You looked at him, his camera hanging around his neck, hands by his side and finally saw his face for the first time.

He was threateningly gorgeous, tanned skin, a lip ring around his perfectly plump lips, his jaw was sculpted in a way that would have made even Michaelangelo gasp, his beauty fit in absolutely with the charm of twilight you'd grown to love so much. You’d never took much notice of his clothes either (probably due to the fact he wore all black mostly), or even the back of his head. But, his black loose fitting clothes spoke to you. He was stylish and seemed cool. His hair was jet black and long, just past his jaw, fluffy and voluminous. In the one second you spent looking at him, you realised he belonged to the night, and suddenly it hit you that this was the reason he was always out here. How wrong you were… 

The next couple of weeks, you couldn’t get the image of his face out of your head. The only illumination you’d had was the dim streetlights. At work, your brain interrupted you constantly with thoughts along the lines of 'Imagine what he’d look like in a well lit setting' which made your stomach start twisting in on itself in nervousness. It was true that you had a thing for him, but it was never in your nature to approach people first, especially someone who was as beautiful as a literal god. You did however start putting in more effort to your appearance, not that it mattered much by the time you finished work, nine hours of carrying out your duties really didn’t help with keeping your makeup perfect by the time you took that tiny walk by him. 

You had been sure to be slower now, though, a couple of times stopping slightly behind him to make it obvious you were looking into his camera screen. Since the car incident, you made sure to turn around now and then, tilting your head up at the sky and following the stars around to look behind you and low and behold, he was always near. 'It’s just a coincidence. He just lives around here.' You wouldn’t know any different, you didn’t know anyone locally, hangouts with friends were near their places or in the closest big city. You didn’t spend much time out in the day, so obviously, you wouldn’t have seen him anywhere else. 

You’d had a particularly stressful shift and ended up finishing just over an hour later, a little bummed that you’d probably had missed your mystery camera guy and wouldn’t be able to marvel at him. You put your headphones on and blasted your newest obsession into your head to drain away stress on your walk. You were in the zone when all of a sudden a guy with his hood up ran out of a house leaving the door open with armfuls of stuff and ran right into you, knocking you right on your ass and sending your headphones into the road. As soon as your ears were unobstructed you heard the ringing of a house alarm and his footsteps running away, you looked down at yourself to asses the situation you were in and brought your hands up, turning your palms up, they were stinging like crazy and grazed all over with one bleeding pretty profusely from a little wound on the heel of it. Before you could even think about what you were looking at you felt hands lay onto both of your shoulders behind and let out a yelp. 

“Are you okay?!” a panicked voice behind you screeched, your head whips around so fast your vision distorts, you blink a few times and as your vision begins to clear the first thing you see is the glint of the metal of the camera guy's lip ring.

His face was full of panic, frantically searching your face for answers since you hadn't responded. “Answer me! Are you okay?!” he emphasises more the importance of your answer. 

You hold your hands up to him and begin to cry, so much has just happened but right now the only thing you can feel is upset and embarrassment because it's him seeing you like this. 

“Can you get up? Can you walk?” he asks calmly, rubbing your shoulders comfortingly. You nod and stand up, brushing the debris from your clothes. 

He scans the area making sure that there's no one else around to hurt you visibly angry as his eyes darted around, “those stupid fucking dirtbags.” 

He turned back to you, and the moment his eyes met yours, his expression softened. It's hard to read, a mix of kindness and intrigue, but a twinkle of something bad in his chocolate brown eyes. You brush it off as the residual anger. You sniffle a little, wiping the tear streaks from your face and smile softly, “I'm okay, really.” 

His face drops “You just got hurt by some scumbag and it's one AM. You're shaking,” you hadn't realised until he mentioned it. “Would it be okay if I walk you home, I'd feel better knowing you're safe. 

It was then that you spotted his camera hanging just below his chest, flipped backwards, the screen still lit and the photo showing appeared to be you, your eyebrows automatically tug into each other as you looked at it harder, confused.

He looks at your expression and follows your line of sight to the camera on his body, realising what you're looking at he sucks in a sharp breath and his eyes widen in panic. “I swear it’s not what you think! I-it was an accident! I didn't mean to take it!” he defends himself.

“If it's not, explain to me what it really is on the walk.” Regardless, you take him up on his offer to walk you home, yes he's a stranger, but you can't help but feel a sense of familiarity with him and right now you need something like that. You don't feel safe and are just grateful that someone was around to help you. 

Together you walk in step towards your place in an awkward silence for a minute before you turn to him and ask “Why did you really have that photo?” 

“For real, I didn't mean to take it, I did it when I heard the door to that house fly open. It scared me…” 

“Oh, okay, that's understandable.” It tracks. The photo didn’t seem perfect, so maybe it was accidental. “Why are you out so late?” 

“What is this, 21 questions?” A smirk wipes over his smooth lips, and he chuckles a little high pitched. “I could ask you the same.”

“Well I had to stay at work late tonight, but aren't you usually around your spot when I finish work at my normal time? You always leave in this direction after me. I just wondered why you were out later than usual tonight…” 

It was at this point that he realised he hadn't been as inconspicuous as he thought. “Oh, I got held up before coming out tonight,” he lies. 

“Curious…” you jest.

“How so?” he asks.

You take a breath and fix your thoughts, “You're always around about the same time, and it just so happens that tonight I'm late and so are you.” 

He grins at a joke he made to himself before letting you in on it, “Oh, I'm so sorry I've been late tonight, darling.” His stomach drops when he realises you've reached your home, and his eyes flick up to your bedroom window, not that you'd notice, you've always been oblivious. 

You giggle at him and almost continue walking past your place until you realise where you are and stop, “Well, you made sure I got home safely. I should be thanking you for being where you were when I needed someone…” Your head swims with thoughts that you may not get another opportunity like this to shoot your shot, but you don't know how to ask. Looking at his camera again, you finally find an excuse. “I really would love to see your photos. Do you think you could come in and show me for a bit? I won't keep you long, I-” 

“Yes, of course.” He has you right where he wants you, and as you turn to your door to unlock it, a smirk spreads across his face, and he can't help his tongue poking out into his sly grin. 

You'd never had anyone over this late at night before, and you knew it was probably a dumb idea, but in your defence, he didn't *feel* like a stranger. You offer him a glass of water and take a seat with him on the couch. He's been tinkering with his camera since you walked in, and when you sit down, he takes the strap from his neck and hands the heavy bodied camera over to you. 

Flicking through the photos, you see all sorts of striking nighttime scenes, mainly of the sky, but there were a good amount of the street and a few featured foxes. You always loved foxes. 

He watched on, taking in your small changes in expression as you looked at the images. It was so slight, but he saw the wonder in your eyes. Until your thumb slipped on the control buttons and suddenly you were looking at yourself through your bedroom window, he saw your face twist in confusion and almost terror whilst his own stomach twisted in fear, he'd been caught. 

“What the fuck..? Am I seeing this? Is this me?!” You spit out. 

“it's not what it looks like!” he tries to speak calmly, thinking of an excuse, alarms blaring in his mind. 

“HOW? It looks like you've been stalking me!” It's so clear to you that this is it, but you can't deny in your mind it's comforting somehow. I mean, what you've been doing could also be considered stalking… When you think of it like that, maybe it's not so bad. Either way, you feel like a boundary has been crossed. A hot wet patch forms in your underwear, sticking your panties to your lips. ‘I suppose that part of me likes this, for fucks sake’ you think to yourself. He can't know. 

Stutters and stammers and noises are just falling from his mouth at this point, he's fucked it, the best chance he's had to get anywhere with you he's fucked up. Suddenly his brain stops and he realises, if he's already fucked it then things can't get worse, right? He looks you dead in the eye and brings his hand up to hold your chin, bringing his face closer to you. Your breathing was erratic and warm against his cheeks. “Stop.” he speaks in a deeper tone, ordering you. 

Pursing your lips to stop any noise, a small whine still manages to escape in your throat, albeit muffled from the barrier you've formed with your lips. 

Until he adjusts his hand and squeezes your cheeks forcing open your puffy lips, “okay…” he speaks lowly “you've caught me, it is what is looks like,” he leans in and slowly runs his wet tongue up your chin and across your bottom lip, “I'm obsessed with you, darling.” Not pulling away from you, whispering right into your mouth.

Your breathing deepens and slows a little, as he does so, and with his mouth so close, all you want to do is glue your lips to his. The pool in your panties growing by the second and the ache in your pussy becoming very strong, very quickly, your hips shift a little and he does not miss it.

“Oh my god, you like this, don't you?” he perks up and swings himself into position above you on the couch, one knee on the one side of you, but as he was about to place the other on the other side he instead situated it in-between yours, flush against your pussy. 

The friction from that alone was delicious. You bucked your hips a little against his knee and whined harder, his strong fingers still squeezing your face. You looked up at him pleadingly. 

He crashed his lips onto yours, letting go of your face in favour of raking his fingers through your hair and holding your roots between them, he kissed you with more emotion than you'd ever felt in a full fuck, let alone a kiss. Your hips grew more desperate against his strong thigh now. 

“You want more?” he growled into your open mouth, teeth against your swollen lips. You whine in response, but this only makes him stop “Yes or no? I need your words, darling”

“Yes!” You blurt out quickly, begging him to resume what he was doing, as his head lowers back down and his hair envelops you both, he presses his knee into your pussy with more force and you keen into him moaning loudly.

He groans at your reaction “Good girl, I can't tell you how long I've waited for this…” His tongue slides in and around your mouth. “I'm gonna have fun with you, darling, okay?” He let's you pleasure yourself on his thigh for a moment while he takes in the taste of every part of your mouth, but before you can get close he pulls away and picks you up under your shoulders. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and link your arms around his neck as he walks you both into your bedroom.

Of course, not needing any instruction as to where it is, he'd never let on that he's been in here before. You've seen enough of his actions up until this point to come to a bad enough conclusion about him. He's not about to fuck that up even more. 

He drops you on the bed and stands over your flushed form, legs open in front of him and looking up at him with more lust than he could've imagined painted on your face. “Wooyoung… my name's Wooyoung, I want to hear you say it.” 

Suprise lights up your eyes, “Wooyoung… Well I'm-”

He cuts you off “Let's not be silly. We both know I already know your name, darling” he smirks cheekily, that tongue poking out between his teeth again in mischief. He pushes you back onto the bed gently by your shoulders and starts removing your trousers and panties all in one slow swoop, revealing mottled bruising along the back of your thighs from your fall earlier. “Wait here,” he disappears from the room for a moment, returning with his camera, “May I?”

The thought of being knowingly photographed makes your mind wander with your insecurities, but looking at Wooyoung’s face as he admires your marked skin dissolves all of your worries. You nod confidently, and Wooyoung takes place on the floor below you, instructing you on how to position your legs whilst he takes his time getting shots. Eventually his cock was leaking and twitching, trapped in his jeans and making it hard to focus on the task at hand. He eventually finds it impossible to deal with watching you with your legs up and your glistening pussy on display for him only and suddenly puts his camera down. He dives forward into your pussy mouth first, lapping up the sweet tangy essence of you, he grunts loudly into your cunt sending vibrations through your core. 

At first you were startled by the abrupt change of pace, but soon found yourself catching up, his tongue was sliding so deliciously between your slit you couldn’t help but moan loudly, he responded to every noise escaping your pretty lips with a change of pace, a suck or moan himself. His tongue rolling over your clit was the only thing to keep you grounded, “Fuck! Wooyoung! Ah-!” Your hands rake through his hair and grasp at his roots in an attempt to ensure he doesn’t stop. He couldn’t stop anyway, not even if he wanted to, he needed you to cum, for him, because of him. He continued his ministrations perfectly, teasing your orgasm from within you, he added a single finger as first, flawlessly pressing into that spongy spot causing more noise to escape you, he loved how loud you were and he wanted to hear you scream. He quickly added another finger, thrusting them into you persistently as he played with your swollen clit on his tongue until he felt your legs lock around his head and your body tense and spasm, your pussy twitching on his tongue and as he quickly removed his fingers his mouth became flooded with the taste of you. The only sound in the room was heavy breathing and whining.

He climbed over you, hands placed either side of your head looking at you with a very accomplished look over his wet, glistening face. “You taste incredible doll” he spoke so softly and leant down “wanna taste?” he whispered. You parted your lips for your tongue to meet his and he kissed you sloppily, groaning into your mouth, his right hand reached down and parted your legs on either side of his hips. He fumbled with his zip blindly and pulled his throbbing cock out of his jeans and teasing the tip around your wet hole “You want it, darling?” he moaned into your mouth, begging the universe for you to say yes.

The feeling of his hard head rubbing across your pussy was making you ache inside, you needed to be filled and, at his request, you took the perfect opportunity to wrap your legs around his back and pull him into you hard. The way his cock filled you was quick and intense, maybe you should have gauged how big he was first, but it didn’t matter now. The stretch from how his thick cock was jammed into you was so insane, yet somehow made everything better. He pulled his head back to check how you were, but when he saw how blissed out you were, he started fucking, gently to enjoy every drag through your slick walls at first, the words and moans slipping from your mouth made it even more unbearable to keep from cumming. “I’m gonna cum if you carry on like that, babe.” he grunted and slapped a hand over your mouth, but muffling your voice only seemed to make it sexier somehow. He was reaching his peak and there was no turning back now. He continued his assault faster and stronger, wet skin slapping together, so erotic and loud. He was moaning now at every breath, “I’m gonna fill you up now, okay?” your muffled whines were leaking out between his fingers until he pulled his hand away to let you speak. 

“Please! Wooyoung, please!” You almost screamed as you felt his hot cum pulse into you, filling you so deliciously. He whined and whimpered into the air as his whole body convulsed in pleasure and he emptied himself into you.

He collapsed onto the bed next to you to catch his breath and looked over at you, his eyes were sparkling. “I can’t put into words how much I’ve wanted this.” he smiles widely and brushes a thumb across your flushed cheek. 

You smiles into his hand and giggle a little, “I might be able to guess…” 

“Shhhh, let’s go get you cleaned up, It’s been a long day right?” he smirked. 

[doppel-doodles]

Reverse Falls concept: Bill Cipher and the Axolotl

I'm a sucker for sad boy Will as much as the next guy, however since Reverse Falls is kinda a Role swap Au I did wonder who we could swap our favorite dorito with, and in the end I settled on the Axolotl because well it got the brain juices flowing...also I was just going through an axolotl hyperfixation.

The premise is simple: Bill is now the almighty powerful God more friend than foe and the Axolotl is the scheming dream demon here to take over the universe.

Some info and thoughts about them below cut!

Bill

This design was inspired by the monster form Bill took during the finale, I tried to make it an in-between of that and his og look.

his limbs are burned, can't really feel anything in them. They also tremble a lot but he tries his best to hide it by constantly moving them.

This Bill actually managed to "liberate" his 2D dimension without destroying it, gaining massive amounts of power in the process and becoming the king of his home, Euclydia.

I still wouldn't call him "Good" though, I believe he would still very much not care about morality and thus be pretty morally gray.

I like the idea of him only making an effort to be "good" towards people that aren't from his home because of his parents, fearing the possibility of them viewing him as a monster.

Hell I bet everything I own that the only reason he would ever lift a finger to help against the Axolotl was because he has some sort of ancient beef with them and thus used this as an excuse to ruin their day.

My guy also has every possible screw loose.

Axolotl

For the Axolotl I actually have a bit more to say on personality:

Where Bill cipher barely cares about a concept like morality, the Axolotl cares way too much. They believe themselves to be a paragon of virtue with every questionable action being nothing more than a "necessary evil" they must commit in order to help these poor,insignificant and WEAK creatures of this dimension.

And they will do just about anything to achieve that goal and you best believe they are obsessed with anything regarding staying in control. They want everything to go according to plan, everyone to move like an obedient pawn in their game.

Gonna stop there for now, but yeah a very sinister lil guy!

Other than that I don't really have much else to note, I just wanted them to look as silly and none threatening as possible.

I like the idea they act in a very cute and playful way, like they act as the adorable and marketable mascot!

Anyway that's it for now folks! Might work on this brainfart later but for now I'm signing off!

[nilolemillion]

Let’s get one thing straight (very unlike me): Batman loves his kids. All of them. He’d die for each one in a heartbeat (of course not kill for them, cough cough Jason). But if you think for one second that Bruce Wayne, the guy who regularly dresses as a bat and fights crime at 3 AM (cough cough insomniac furry.), has a favorite BatKid, then clearly, you’ve never met his children. He doesn’t have a favorite, not because he loves them equally, but because none of these potatoe pie pumpkin cutie-headed chaos gremlins deserve to be his favorite.

Let me explain.

Dick Grayson (WOOP WOOP that’s the sound of that police. Yes Karen, I know he’s no longer an officer, NO KAREN I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.):

The first pancake. The golden boy. Everyone assumes that Dick has a special place in Bruce’s heart because he was the first Robin. He’s charming, he’s capable, and he smiles like he’s got a fucking sponsorship deal with Colgate. But let’s be real, this guy left the nest the second he could, started his own superhero gig in Blüdhaven, and still occasionally shows up to remind Bruce that he doesn’t need him (yes king, show your independence, love that for you.) And you know Dick is the type to throw that ‘you’re getting old, B’ line out there just to twist the knife. Bruce loves him, but how can he be the favorite when he’s busy playing Batman-lite with better hair?

Jason Todd (My personality favorite zombie, resuscitated character in the whole world, I love him so much and all the Outlaws.):

Oh, Jason. The problem child. The one Bruce failed, died, and came back with a vengeance (literally). You’d think after all that tragedy, Bruce might go a little easier on him. But Jason? This kid shows up at family dinners with guns blazing, ready to debate the morality of lethal force like it’s Thanksgiving dinner conversation (and it is, I did it and it was quite fun.) Sure, Bruce would die for him (again), but Jason pushes every button Bruce has like it’s his job. One minute he’s trying to be the better vigilante, the next, he’s making Gotham’s criminals wonder if Batman has gone completely off the rails. If Jason’s Bruce’s favorite, it’s in the ‘how are you still alive and not in jail?’ kind of way.

Tim Drake (DC DROP ANOTHER CANON ILLUSTRATION OF TIM BEING A CUTE LIL STALKER AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!):

Tim’s the brainiac of the family, the kid who deduced Bruce’s secret identity with zero help. Naturally, you’d think this would earn him some serious brownie points. But here’s the thing, Tim works way too hard. He’s got all the signs of a caffeine addiction (which is completely and absolutely understandable, he’s just a little silly and caffeine addicts are hot, yes I am too), zero concept of work-life balance, and is always trying to out-detective Bruce. Yeah, Bruce admires his dedication, but let’s be honest: Tim’s the kid you have to physically shove into bed because he thinks sleep is a myth. Bruce is just trying to prevent this kid from burning out before he’s 30. How can Tim be the favorite when Bruce spends most of his time making sure he doesn’t turn into an insomniac vigilante-zombie?

Damian Wayne (I’m literally making my birthday party theme of him, that should explain enough.):

Ah, Damian. His literal blood son. You’d think that alone would give him a shot at favorite-child status, right? Wrong. Damian is an adorable, pint-sized murder machine with a superiority complex the size of Wayne Manor. Bruce loves him fiercely, of course, but Damian’s idea of father-son bonding is training in deadly combat and arguing about why his assassination techniques are totally valid. Plus, he’s got that whole ‘I’m the heir to the world’s deadliest league of assassins’ thing going on. Sure, he’s Bruce’s kid, but you know he’s never going to let Bruce forget it. Not exactly favorite material when he’s constantly plotting world domination during family movie night. (Dw, he won’t act on it, Alfred made very clear that the batkid who dares dominate the world will be banned from his pastries. Besides, he’s too busy scratching Titus’ belly, he doesn’t have time to dominate the world. PRIORITIES BITCH.)

Cassandra Cain (I stan her more than I stand my own life. Help. I literally crocheted a plushy of her.):

Cassandra is probably the least rebellious out of the bunch, which should give her an edge, right? Wrong again. Cass may be quiet and respectful most of the time, but when she does go rogue, it’s on her terms, and it’s not just a small rebellion. No, Cass will disappear for weeks on end, take down a crime syndicate by herself, and then show up like it’s no big deal. Bruce can’t even stay mad because she’s so good at what she does. But Cass’s habit of ghosting the entire family and dealing with things solo? Yeah, it keeps her out of the running for favorite. Plus, she’s secretly the most dangerous one, and Bruce can’t play favorites with someone who could take him out without even blinking.

Duke Thomas (He’s was the sunshine I was midnight rain. DC DROP ANOTHER CANON ILLUSTRATION OF ISABELLA WITH DUKE AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!):

Duke the daylight protector of Gotham, which is cute and all, except that Bruce has no idea how to parent in the daylight. Duke brings this bright, positive energy to the BatFamily, which sounds great in theory, but this is Bruce we’re talking about. The guy who lives for darkness and brooding. Bruce loves Duke’s optimism, but it’s like trying to teach a vampire to enjoy the sun. Plus, Duke has a habit of questioning everything, and sure, Bruce appreciates his independent streak, but do you really want a favorite who keeps making you reconsider your life choices?

Stephanie Brown (My sweet dear and beloved purple queen, I love her so much.):

Not an adopted batkid, her mom is alive I think… But I don’t give a duck KAREN. Stephanie is the wildcard, the one who does whatever she wants, whenever she wants, and somehow gets away with it. She’s staged fake deaths, gotten fired from being Robin, and still keeps coming back for more. Stephanie’s whole existence is an exercise in chaos theory. Bruce loves her resilience and her ‘never-say-die’ attitude (literally), but how can she be his favorite when her middle name might as well be ‘Loose Cannon’? She’s the kind of kid who’ll fight crime while live-tweeting it. Yeah, Bruce loves her, but he’s not rewarding that kind of energy with a favorite child title. (I’m still confused about her age thingy.)

So no, Bruce doesn’t have a favorite. Because how could he? His kids are walking, talking disasters, each one a different flavor of chaos. Bruce loves them all more than anything in the world, but picking a favorite would be like trying to choose between different natural disasters. Earthquakes, tornadoes, volcanic eruptions, they’re all beautiful in their own destructive way, but you wouldn’t want to pick one to live through. In the end it’s about Bruce somehow surviving all of them.

[jesncin]

Lil' musing about Public Domain, AI theft and Transformative creativity

Old essay originally written on Cohost in February 2024. With additions.

I'm putting my thoughts here because I don't want to risk going viral for subtweeting discourse again, here we go! So with the Steamboat Willie Variant of Mickey Mouse going to public domain I've seen the usual cynical pushback over transformative art. Particularly in response to overplayed EDGY DARK WINNIE THE POOH and EDGY DARK STEAMBOAT MICKEY and YOUR CHILDHOOD THING DARK NOW that inevitably happens around this time.

But to group all transformative art as derivative, soul-less, profit-driven, lazy and "reliant on past successes" is frankly just...really silly? I saw a notable concept artist making this over-simplified talking point, and I find it odd that someone can look at the most visible (by being formulaic, provocative and made by rich people) examples of public domain adaptations and just generalize all art ever inspired by a thing as uninventive and compare artists who do that to being "ai-like". It feels like the false dichotomy constantly set between "real books" and fanfiction.

We've seen marginalized people reclaim cosmic horror from Lovecraftian fiction. I've seen queer people reckon with and reclaim the queer history of Peter Pan. There's something special about taking a familiar thing and informing it with a perspective that wasn't present in its original iteration. It takes a whole other part of your creative brain muscles to adapt and reimagine something that already exists. And it can be just as creatively fulfilling as making original stuff.

While it's important to recognize and remember the origin of archetypes in stories or movements in art, I think there's sometimes a misplaced reverence put towards the original version of something. Whenever I talk about how Asian writers like Gene Yang and Sarah Kuhn have more thoroughly integrated Superman's immigrant themes in their re-imaginings of his mythos than their white peers have, I get hit with the constant "hey remember Superman's creators were the sons of Jewish immigrants (who made racist jokes about Chinese people)" and "hey remember, Gene Yang and Gurihiru's Superman Smashes the Klan was based on a radio show arc made by WHITE people first (who made the story about a binary of Good white people vs Bad white people, along with centering how white people feel about racism)".

Especially if it's a means of centering white creatives, people love to dismiss the transformative contributions of marginalized people, but especially that of people of color. It took until 2016 for the World Fantasy Award to change their statuette to not be based after the face of renown racist H.P Lovecraft, after all.

Last year I gave myself the goal to do something "unnecessarily ambitious" with no plan of pitching/printing/selling it. Just "art for art's sake", something really not-algorithm-friendly. And yeah, that ended up being a fully rendered, 40-page martian manhunter fan comic. I did it for no other reason than being a huge fan of a severely unpopular character and feeling like there was a new story I really wanted to tell about the character that would never happen in canon with how little there's been written about him. I don't think it's fair to call writing 40 pages of a new origin story, drawing fully colored pages with unique re-designs, reading hours of martian manhunter comics to tie different aspects of his lore into coherent worldbuilding, putting that comic up for free for the few other Green Justice League Guy fans to read, as lazy, profit-driven, and soul-less.

There's tons of artists who do stuff like this all the time. It just comes off as being very out of touch to view true creativity as only existing one way. That transformative media must inherently be "less". One time a white guy pitched to me some ideas he had for Superman if he ever had a chance to write him, and I said "that sounds cool, you should write a fanfic about it" and another white guy (who felt the need to come to the first one's defense), viewed what I said as an insult. There's something about doing fanart because you enjoy it and don't need to profit out of everything you make that's seen as lesser than having the seal of canonicity from a company.

My motto with making needlessly ambitious fancomics is "You don't need to work for DC Comics to make DC comics". Because canonicity has nothing to do with what makes art special.

To bring this back to edgy Mickey Mouse spin offs, even if you do just want to make cliche mascot-horrified stuff because you enjoy it, then by all means go ahead! I always go back to this video Sagan Hawkes did about petscop-inspired video series. There's a running theme about grappling with the concept of Originality in Art in relation to youtube horror projects (the thesis comes around at 2:04:10), and some valuable words are shared in the collected interviews with web series creatives (2:18:47) in the end. SeireaSong (creator behind Diminish) talks about how misguided conversations surrounding "originality" can be (2:29:43). It's so worth it to watch when you have the time.

Anyway happy 2024! Be good to each other.