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steveshairychest · 1 year

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Eddie gets Steve for the party's secret santa and instead of just going out and buying him a present, Eddie spends the whole month making something personal for him, something to remind Steve that he is absolutely adored by the people around him. He's seen the way Steve dismisses any and all comments from the kids about how awesome he is, he's seen the way Steve curls in on himself whenever he's complimented or praised and it hurts to see.

No matter what they say, Steve doesn't seem to get it through his thick skull that he is the party's centre of gravity. Everyone, including Eddie, finds themselves pulled in by Steve's overwhelming love and care. He is their sun. He drops anything and everything the second he's needed by anyone but if they offer the same to him, he shies away from it, brushes it off and says he can handle it. Eddie can't remember a time where Steve actually willingly accepted his help; he usually has to forcefully grab a grocery bag from Steve to stop him from trying to take them all inside himself.

So, for his present, Eddie decides to make him a book, a book filled with everything the party loves about him and everything they appreciate him doing. It's a big book of love and all that love is for Steve. Some of the kids fill pages and pages of things they love and appreciate about Steve, Dustin draws a whole coloured comic that spreads over 5 pages and some of them just fill one page but that's okay. Eddie and Robin write enough to fill the whole book; they actually have to add more pages to the book because there's no room for anyone else to write after Robin goes full sap mode.

Nancy writes one page but forbids anyone else to read it, says it's only for Steve to see and they respect that. They leave the page next to her's blank so that no one sees it. Eddie's only mildly surprised when Jonathan asks to write in the book. He doesn't write a lot but from his sneaky glances, Eddie can tell Jonathan is extremely grateful for everything Steve's done for the kids.

When it comes time to actually give the gift to Steve, Eddie is extremely nervous. He's scared he's overstepped, that it's going to make Steve uncomfortable. Maybe he should have just gotten him that cute sweater or made him a mixtape.

Eddie opens his gift, it's a custom hellfire guitar pick and new strings; stuff he'd only talked about around Robin. He smiles knowingly at her but she acts the fool, pretends she has no idea who his secret santa was but her giant smile gives her away.

And then Steve is reaching for his present and Eddie feels like he's going to pass out. Everyone's smiling and shoving each other excitedly as Steve tears the wrapping paper off but all Eddie can do is nervously look between the present and Steve, watching for the slightest hint that it's too much, that Steve doesn't like it.

The room is so silent, the only sound is pages turning and Eddie's almost panicked breathing as Steve reads through every single page without looking at anyone in the room. He can't get a read on him, can't figure out if he loves it or hates it and then Steve's crying, his chest heaving as he gently closes the book and covers his face with his hands, tries to hide himself away from everyone. Oh, God he made Steve cry on Christmas. He feels like absolute shit.

"Steve, I'm sorry -" He doesn't get to finish because Steve pulls him into a hug so tight he can barely breathe. He feels Steve's tears soak through his shirt as he cries into Eddie's chest and Eddie can do nothing but hold him and try to read Robin's lips as she tries to communicate something to him from across the room. "Spoiler alert, I was your secret santa, but I can't tell if you hate or like your present. Just tell me straight up, I don't mind." Eddie whispers into his hair as he gently rocks them side to side. The book he made for Steve sits discarded beside them and from this angle, Eddie can see that Steve dog tagged a few of the pages. He'd been too focused on watching Steve's reaction to notice him do it.

Steve sniffs and pulls back, his eyes red and puffy. "I loved it." He moves away from Eddie and sits back in his original spot so that he can see all his friends, see all the people that filled a book with words he never thought he deserved to hear. "I really loved it. Thank you. I especially love the comic where I fight 40 demodogs even though I'm pretty sure it was only like 4." He says this while smiling at Dustin, who puffs his chest out with pride and boasts about being Steve's favourite part of the book.

"I think I wrote a whole novel in there." Robin says while scooting closer to Steve so that she can rest her head on her best friend's shoulder. "Did you even read all of it?"

Steve rests his head against hers and points to the dog tagged page in the book. "I've saved it for later. I didn't want to get snot and tears all over the page."

"Ew, you're disgusting." She shoves at him playfully but Steve catches her arm and pulls her into a hug, a hug that they both relax into, a hug that says a million things no one but them will understand.

Eddie feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders now that he knows the present wasn't one big mistake. He doesn't know if Steve read the pages he wrote, doesn't know if Steve will feel the same, doesn't know if confessing his feelings in a secret santa present was the right way to go but he can't bring himself to regret it. Seeing the way Steve pulls all of his friends into a hug and whispers something to all of them, something only meant for that person to hear, brings a warmth to his chest.

He hopes that Steve understands now. He hopes that having all of their love for him in physical form helps him realise that he is more than just a babysitter, more than a human shield, more than a bad ex boyfriend.

And to Eddie, he's more than a friend. He poured his entire heart into that book and he hopes that Steve will handle the pages carefully and that when he's ready, he'll answer the question Eddie wrote on the last page of the book.

'Will you let me love you?'

#RAHH ITS CHRISTMAS IN A WEEK #THIS WASNT MEANT TO BE THIS LONG #CHRISTMASSSS!!!!#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #stranger things s4

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scarletttries · 6 months

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NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant + Sex Tape: (prompt list here)

(part two of these 'recording' headcanons)

- After the heart-warming success of his first accidental intimate recording with you, Stephen would find himself revisiting that tape over and over again. Any time you have to leave him for a weekend alone, out comes his little camcorder so he can eagerly relive that special night and try his best to make up for missing your touch that night.

- But as much as he loves that precious gift you left him, he can't help but want to make a new one, something you both create together and maybe even equally could enjoy together on another night. He wouldn't be able to ask out right though, instead he'll drop a dozen tiny hints, mostly about how much he loved that first tape, and how incredibly beautiful you look when he's making you feel good, and how much he loves you, and loves having that precious memory documented to relive over and over.

- You'd of course give in to his less than subtle suggestions pretty quickly, his response to your video just the sweetest thing you could have imagined, and feeling so safe with Steven that you don't have a single worry about that footage going anywhere, or looking less than perfect, or anything like that because you know that man respects and worships every cell of your being.

- You pick a date for your very special date night, picking out a new set of lingerie for the occasion (and because it's so fun to surprise Steven with something new and watch his little brain immediately melt down to a mumbling mess.) By the time you get to his flat there's more candles lit than in a cathedral, and he's spent a week's pay of a very special bottle of wine that you once got as a present and so generously shared with him, on a night you two passed giggling sweet nothings to each other.

- After a glass of that sweet thoughtful gesture you two find yourselves all hands again, so giddy with excitement as you stumble towards the bed that you almost forget to turn on the camera, Steven reluctantly pulling himself away from your lips just long enough to oh so kindly ask,

"Love, are you sure you're alright with this? We don't have to if you're worried at all, I'm just so grateful that I even have one video of you. Or that I get to do this with you at all." You cut him off before he can start monologuing about what a privilege it is to be in your life in any role, the lovestruck man staring at you with stars in his eyes, so in awe of everything about you.

- You suitably reassure him that you feel just as lucky to love him, and finally you start the camera filming, pulling him towards you until you're confident he's framed in the shot, slowly moving your lips to his neck. As you lick and kiss your way along his throat, drawing soft strangled sighs from the nervous boy, your fingers trace down his shirt and start pulling it at his buttons one by one, until finally you can push it off his shoulders and reveal his broad chest to you and the camera. You can't stop yourself from running your hands over his muscles, looking forward to rewatching this moment and stopping Steven from folding inwards or hiding himself from the camera. You can tell he's still up in his head a bit, not as passionately exploring your form like it holds the secrets to the universe the way he usually does.

- Trying to draw his focus, you tip him back on to bed and climb on top of him, pulling your dress over your head and giving him a full view of the special outfit you had on underneath. His jaw drops and his eyes practically shoot out of his head as he starts excitedly babbling about how 'truly perfect you look' and how 'every colour seems to have been made for you', and suddenly his stage fright is forgotten and he's pulling you back in for a kiss as his fingertips trace along the lacy fabric, before slipping underneath your panties and rubbing slow circles against your clit. You find your hips moving in time with his rhythm, the excitement of knowing Steven would be able to watch this moment again enough to heighten the sensations. As your temperature starts to rise and your thighs start to twitch you make a point to arch your back and gasp out his name for the camera, immediately earning a groan from Steven as he starts to buck against your hips.

- You pull his fingers out of you with a whimper, and make quick work of undoing his belt and sliding his pants down his legs until his manhood springs free, letting you take a long slow lick of him that has Steven panting and begging for more. As you slip your lingerie to the side, mounting his lap and hovering just above his leaking tip, you notice his eyes drift behind you, the red blinking light pulling him back to reality from his throws of passion.

- Less than pleased that Steven is able to look anywhere but up adoringly at you, you slam your hips down against his, taking his full length in one breath and clenching down on him at the deliciously full feeling of having him buried inside of you. Right on cue his turns his attention back to you, gazing up at you in shock as you cup his face in your hands and state very clearly in your most seductive pur,

"Now Steven, the least you can do is keep your eyes on me."

"I'm sorry love, I just remembered about the - but it doesn't matter, I promise, I only want to look at you." Taking mercy on him, you start to roll your hips, before you finish your negotiations,

"That's good to hear, because any time you look at that camera, I'm going to stop moving." You pause your riding in emphasis as his gaze turns pleading, nodding quickly and begging you to move, promising to be good as you go back to sliding your hips against him, drawing out louder and louder groans that start to fill the room around you. You watch as his eyes trace along your content face, your bouncing chest, your wiggling hips, and finally your glistening entrance where he can see himself glide in and out of you, your own excitement dripping onto him with each thrust. It's almost too much to take and he feels his climax quickly approaching, his fingers returning to strum against your clit as he tries to hold off his release. Then his eyes dart behind you for a split second and suddenly his building pleasure starts to drop as you still your hips, desperate apologies falling from his lips in a plea.

"I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to, please keep going, you feel so incredible..." His core is aching with the tension bubbling inside it, so close to release and having no choice but to let you sit there on his throbbing erection until you see fit to forgive him. Luckily for him it's very hard to act mad at those puppy dog eyes, and when his touch feels so good between your thighs you know you won't be able to hold off much longer either.

- "I just need you to keep those beautiful eyes on me okay Steven?" You sound merciful, and he lets out a sigh of relief, until you add "and definitely don't let them close."

He's about to ask what you mean when suddenly you start bouncing on him with every ounce of strength in your thighs, riding him faster and harder as you feel him start to tense beneath you. He keeps his eyes firmly locked on yours, mouth hanging open in sheer ecstasy as he watches the confident smile on your face start to fall into an o as you get closer and closer the edge. He works you with his fingers, holding back his own climax and praising you as you climb higher and higher, finally crying out his name as your wall clench around him, your whole body shaking with the overwhelming release as pleasure washed over you. Steven is right behind you, his hips lifting up off the bed as he erupts inside you, legs trembling and hands clutching at your waist, making sure you can't possibly climb off of him.

- You collapse against his chest, resolved to spending a little longer with him deep inside you, Steven's arms only coiling around you tighter as he presses soft kisses to your forehead and pants out that he loves you so bloody much.

- It takes a little while for either of you to get up to turn off the camera, Steven finally volunteering to leave the bed, only to grab the camera of its stand, step back towards you, aiming the lens at your satisfied face before letting it drift down your spent body, stopping when he sees his own load drip out of from between your legs and feeling himself start twitching with excitement again. The last sound the camera picks up is Steven mumbling quietly to himself, "how did I ever get this lucky?"

#writing #fanfiction #requests #one shot #steven grant x reader #steven grant fluff #steven grant smut #steven grant imagines #steven grant imagine #steven grant #moon knight imagines #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight smut #moon knight headcanons #moon knight

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Hi hi! I was wondering if I could request bakugou reacting to male reader who likes wearing skirts beating up someone for making shitty comments(most likely mineta) like readers in a pretty ass skirt just fully wailing on someone. If you’re not comfy writing this that’s totally okay! Love your writing <3

I'm so sorry this took so long! I started reading ACOTAR and it's just consumed my life at this point haha.

Hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for the ask!

Bakugo will always advocate for you wearing whatever the fuck you want, because whatever the fuck you want, usually looks hot as hell.

You've always had a certain...swagger about you. Not full of yourself just, quietly fabulous. Even in your school uniform, you just look...good.

The blonde's shameless eyes have a habit of wandering to you whenever he gets the chance, slowly growing to love the way you style your hair, noting which accessories you favour.

In second year, you started painting your nails, and he soon clocked your favourite colours and started wishing you'd let him paint them for you.

His attention is more obvious than he thinks it is, and you're not ignorant to Katsuki's lingering eyes. You preen each time his eyes linger for longer, swaying your hips with extra swing when he walks behind you.

Still, Katsuki doesn't act any different around you. Rough around the edges as always.

Summer this year was kicking everyone's ass, training in this heat was getting ridiculous, and wearing trousers all day was downright torture.

Katsuki was busy melting into the couch, regretting the extra workout he'd tried to get through that morning. It was saturday, most people with any sense were sleeping through the worst of the heat, but heroes don't get to turn on the AC before kicking ass.

His explosive sweat glistened on his forehead and he contemplates getting up to shower.

The heat, and the previous week of exams has the dorms pretty quiet, so Mineta's obnoxious screech of laughter is far too loud to Bakugo's ears.

'Dude! You know you're wearing a skirt right?!'

Bakugo felt anger rise in his gut like a reflex, he doesn't even know who Mineta's making fun of, and he already wants to drop kick the little shit.

'Skirts are for girls, what're you-'

'Shut your face, blue balls.'

The sound of your voice has Katsuki sitting bolt upright, craning his neck to see you standing in the kitchen doorway, wearing a read and black plaid skirt and a black crop top, doc martins half unlaced on your feet.

Mineta's face is red with laughter, and Katsuki growled as he saw the menace reaching for his phone.

Laughing, making fun of you. Katsuki scowled dangerously, ready to jump to your defence just this once, because damn do you look good, he doesn't give a fuck what people say you can't wear.

Turned out, he didn't need too.

You slid one of your chunky rings off your finger while Mineta wasn't looking, and flung it, with pin-point accuracy, at the top of the tiny demons head, missing his "hair" to clock him right in the temple.

Katsuki watched your ring skid across the room, sliding into the carpet at his feet as you unleashed hell on Mineta, unknowingly drawing attention.

'Now listen here, dipstick, it's not my fault your masculinity's so delicate you feel threatened by a damned skirt and the colour pink. Go project your insecurities on someone else.'

Kirishima claimed how manly you were and soon dragged Sero and Mina into scolding the little shit while you went looking for your ring, now in Kastuki's hand.

The blonde stood as you approached, the skirt gently brushing your bare thighs, and he's suddenly a little jealous of that piece of fabric.

'Oh, thank you for picking it up.' You smiled brightly, knowing full well where his eyes have wandered as you held your hand out for the ring.

Katsuki gulped, placing the warm metal in your waiting palm, letting his fingers linger over your skin as he stepped past you, lips brushing your ear as he suddenly pressed himself dangerously close to you.

'You're welcome, hot stuff.'

You gaped, left blinking at the abyss of the empty sitting room, while Katsuki, smug, roguish Katsuki, chuckled at your back, grinning all the way to his room for a much deserved shower.

#boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia x reader #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x male reader #fluff #my hero academia x male reader #male reader #m4m #ask me anything

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ayz0 · 2 years

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So earlier you mentioned in your explanation post for the argument, that Moon is like an upgraded model of Sun? Can I ask what's different?

sure! there's a few things i've thought of :) a lot of it i've seen in fics and such so some stuff is common headcanon stuff. fairly subtle differences all-around. shout out to Twins Moon for the lighter-weight bit. I like it :)

biggest difference is probably that Moon's optics have built-in nightvision (active when eyes are red) and thermal imaging (same tech as Roxy's eyes. active when eyes are black w/ red pupils) modes, explaining why he's able to find you no matter where you're trying to hide. When I colour his eyes plain white it means he's not using either mode and just has regular vision like Sun!

being made with the extra duty of security in mind, he also has access to live camera feeds! he can't re-watch feed recordings though. has to manually access a computer terminal for that. Moon also has a greater grip strength than Sun, also for security duties in mind.

he is eeeever so slightly shorter than Sun (solely because i think its cute)

Moon was built with much more light-weight materials! mainly because i wanted to draw him sleeping on top of my y/n without crushing them LOL but anyway that is the reason Sun absolutely bulldozed Moon in this video. he's much heavier. and is jealous that he can't be held the same way by hooman buddy :'(

The hoop on Moon's back for the wire is also retractable - it'll give way if you push on it unless Moon's locked it into place, and when he retracts it a cover closes over the hole. Sun's one is not retractable and is always sticking out. this also means Moon can comfortably lay directly on his back but Sun can't lie on his back without it feeling awkward </3

but don’t worry Sun gets to enjoy it later on once they share a body

Also, this last one i haven't demonstrated yet, but Moon's legs are built with much higher-grade springs in em! He can jump higher and fall from greater distances than Sun can, and the springs will absorb most of the shock. He still prefers to gently lower himself from places if he can, because he isn't reckless (Sun, on the other hand, is, and would absolutely jump off of high things or simply drop off the wire instead of lower himself down properly) but if needed, Moon can absolutely fall from the rafters and - while he won't be *totally* fine from that height, the leg casing may crack - his legs won't utterly shatter into pieces, provided he lands on his feet lol. cat rules baby

sproing

oh oh also! also!!! for stealth/naptime purposes (and later when they share a body, for thermal paint colour-changing purposes) because fans can get loud af, Moon's fans do not automatically run all the time! he has to manually use them to cool himself down if necessary (usually due to too much activity, which is why he prefers to sleep or stay in one spot and be a lazy boi)

this also means he runs much warmer than Sun does (which i did for irony purposes LMAO i love it. Sun feels cool and Moon feels warm? hell yeah!), Sun doesn't have to worry about noise unless he's trying to be sneaky on purpose so his fans run full blast a lot of the time when he isn't standing still :) sounds like he's constantly purring though so it's cute. Moon's a lot more quiet than Sun personality-wise to kinda reflect that difference as well - uses a lot more one-word/simple sentences where Sun likes to run his mouth a lot hehe

#sun n moon #daycare attendant hcs #headcanons #fnaf #tfpitr

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cliaban-rilag · 3 months

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pf wotr thoughts (some vague spoilers)

"why am i so bad at this game, i'm usually good at strategy. WHERE ARE MY SPELLS- oh there's a spellbook i must use" (it took me 10 lvls to find the damn thing)

not enough lore info in the character creation. i know nothing about any of these countries. i wanna make my characters grounded in the world

the comabt is a bit (a lot) of a drag, even when speeding up animations, so i eventually switched to story mode

daeran is such a bitch, i love him so much. it's like he was made in a lab specifically to appeal to me. and his romance... oh boy

all of the characters are great, even those my kc didn't really get along with (though i am very biased towards my usual party: woljif, daeran, seelah, arueshalae and ember)

i checked the wiki and seelah is not romancable??? why can't i ever romance a knight lady ; - ; being a lesbian is hard

i'm enjoying the army management section way too much. outing myself as a homm player lmao

I HAVE A DRAGON and i would literally sell my soul for aivu to be safe and healthy. she's my Best Friend and my Specialest Girl.

zoiana is multiclass greenrager and druid, and it's a little annoying i only have two levels in druid because of alignment shift :/

alushinyrra was hell. i could not find my way around the city. i kept getting attacked around every corner, it lagged like crazy, and i never want to go back

hhhh i wish we were able to customise the commander's ascended appearance... zoiana's azata wings clash so much with their colour scheme. i think i'm gonna draw her with luna moth wings

"the lesbians have won :))" four acts later "the lesbians have lost :((" (in short, i gotta figure out how to keep irabeth alive so she can be with her wife and lesbians can still win in my 2nd playthrough)

areelu was such an interesting antagonist, and some of the plot twists and reveals were delicious (and worked perfectly to tie into my kc's backstory)

one more complaint: what in the fuck was wrong with nenio's quest. i almost dropped it, but i was too curious about her backstory so i was a nasty little gremlin and installed a cheat mod lmao

#myos plays pf:wotr

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kidovna · 1 year

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bhavna hi! love your work, I would love some procreate advice bc I can't figure out what to search on YT tutorials. ;__; I hope I am not abusing your kindness here but I appreciate experienced artists who actually respond like you! basically how do you keep quality on your layers/panels in your comics? I think maybe I am doing the process wrong, I usually draw kind of big on the canvas to get details, but when I want to shrink them to fit the page obviously the quality drops. I think maybe I should just draw everything the size it's going to be in the final instead even if it seems small? should I change the canvas/DPI to be bigger and zoom in to draw instead of shrinking layers later? thank you!

Hello!! Okay, so this is a very technical answer so i’m going to try my best with this.

Procreate is a bitmap/raster based drawing software. meaning you are filling up pixels when you draw. when you play around with the artwork (reducing/increasing the size, rotating & liquifying) there will always be loss in quality. photoshop is mostly a raster based software as well. here’s a heart drawn, minimised and maximised on a raster based software:

The opposite of that would be vector based softwares where everything you draw is you mapping out the lines and colours instead of putting it down on pixels. so you can expand and collapse art on vector based softwares without loss of quality. a lot of the “corporate style art” you see online look like that because they’re vector based drawings. adobe illustrator and even adobe animate are vector based softwares! clip studio paint offers both vector and raster based layers in the same canvas. here’s a heart drawn, minimised and maximised on a vector based software:

because procreate doesn’t support vector art, you’ll have to draw all you art in the size you intend it to be unless you’re ok with the blurring that comes with the shrinkage :( I normally use a 4000x5000px canvas on procreate so a little bit of quality loss doesn’t affect the entire drawing too much. i definitely recommend that!

#anonymous #hope this helped! i may not be 100% right on the technicalities of vector art but i know this is what causes loss of quality!#<3

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planefood · 11 months

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I actually got THREE, WHOLE, questions for you! (wow);

1st: I freaking love the fact that robots can be trans in your story, that's super dope, but how in general does gender work with robots in this universe?

2. How far can I dropkick Lithium?

3. Who is/are your favorite guy(s) to draw/write/etc. so far? And which character(s) do you want to explore more down the line?

I LOVE your work with all of my stupid, tiny, heart and can't wait to see more!

- 🔌

okay this will be wordy so I hope you guys don't mind a lengthy read. So for the first question I do have to say (if you're an adult and follow my toyhouse you probably learnt this the hard way) that my more modern robot characters do have genitalia that can assign them a certain sex after robot/human robot/robot relationships were more normalised in the 70s in the west. It does depend on where the robot was built, but since it's more a story writing tool than anything I won't get too in depth. But robots and especially queerness wise it is a lot more deep than just that: because of around the time robots were starting to be built (like 19th century around about) gender was usually assigned to them anyway by the humans around them that robots were expected to follow, even if it made no sense to the actual robot themselves. When queerness started being more accepted by humans and robots by proxy it was clear to see robots didn't typically stay within cishetero identities and over 30% of them were likely to identify themselves as queer and that number only grew as time went on. I don't have any characters this is overtly case for yet but some robots are built with a specific gender in mind and will find if the robot in question is trans that the robot will be stuck in an overly masculine or overly feminine body with nothing much they can do about it, it's not very pleasant for them. But on the brightside trans robots can change their voice almost instantly to something they feel more aligns to their gender identity if they want to. Robots do face a lot of the same discrimination that comes with being outwardly queer. Some people consider them not capable of coming to that decision themselves and is seen as them getting "indoctrinated" to try and "normalise" queerness.

In general even for cis robots gender is seen as a pretty flimsy concept that's hard to wrap their head around and it probably wouldn't take too much push for some of my cis robots to switch genders if they so pleased

For the second question You can drop kick Lithium as far as your soul is willing. He will make a lengthy google doc callout on you for doing that afterwards though. Third question to draw is a tough one, there's specific things I love and hate about drawing specific characters. For example I love doodling Sierra but generally not a huge fan of colouring her in if i'm not feeling it... There's no character I can think of that I enjoy drawing more by design alone its moreso just my interest in them that makes them fun to draw or not My favourite to write is a little more easy, I love writing Mikey. I've done some story writing in my free time and all of them so far have involved Mikey as the forefront even if he technically isn't the main, main protagonist. There's something about a character who is such a sweetheart and well meaning but is treated so poorly by others for his social shortcomings even by people who would say they'd accept someone despite it. He's an antithesis to Tandy who is viewed as a lot more witty and charismatic but has a lot of ego issues and insecurities that cause him to be shitty with people like Mikey. Mikey needs a lot of support from others but rarely gets it which causes all sorts of additional problems. Mikey also reminds me to take the time and be kinder to myself facing similar issues as well as other people. I love this little robot and I came up with him when I was having a particularly hard day at work, he is very special to me. As for characters I want to do more work on honestly I think more can be added and worked on for all of them, including Mikey, and the motivation for certain character writing comes to me randomly.

#ask

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daisychainsandbowties · 1 year

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I am sorry if this is getting annoying, but honestly I can't let this AU go and I have more questions.

So, about Bea's dragon's name:

Would the name she gives her be "Jeanne d'arc"? Or did you mean it's just "Darc"? Because I'm having this funny image of Bea's dragon--like this all regal-looking Celestial--having not just 2 names, but also different nickname variations. Like she might be called Jeanne, and some people call her Darc, and then some Chinese OCS crew comes to visit and calls her by her royal Chinese name.

So later, Avernus (who at this point is still kind of like at odds with Bea's dragon because they're still both jealous of each other), asks, "wtf is your name!?" in a very annoyed tone.

She would be so haughty about her royal Chinese name to Avernus.

And what does she look like? Would she look like Tem? Like shiny black and blue? (Because that would be funny next to Avernus' white and gold because of that dress. Well, funny to me, not in-world because they haven't invented the internet yet.)

goodness no this is certainly not annoying!

oh, I do think that Beatrice would go for broke with her dragon’s name. & yes, it would be the full Jeanne d’arc, but using the earlier formulation of that surname as a nickname (because it is Beatrice) dropping the apostrophe so that, instead, you have Darc; and pronouncing it in her own accent to sound more like the English ‘dark’.

I think, considering this is Tem’s child, she would have the usual Celestial colouring, with very deep black scales, but because I think it’d be cool I’m also going to draw some sketchy biological relations between dragon wings and butterfly wings and say that Darc has patches of iridescence in her wings, where the light scatters it into these reflective patches of turquoise and green and red and blue, though indoors it simply appears to be greenish-blue, and the patterning is in sort of a spattering of patches at the very end of her wings (like Tem). they catch the light very prettily, but mostly she is dark, like her namesake, with face tendrils that also tend a bit more upwards in wavelength towards green from blue, and also iridescent.

and yes, the european ocs treat her like any other dragon - which is to say with friendly and casual love - wheras the Chinese members of the ocs remain quite formal and respectful with her, which frankly she enjoys, and she likes to be called by her Lung-Tien name sometimes. she is, indeed, haughty about it, and prone to becoming a little big-headed, which Beatrice finds amusing and Ava thinks is utterly adorable, but Avernus call them both ‘rotten fools’ for indulging her, when he is, after all, the most important dragon.

and yes, Avernus who has 1 (one) name though of course it is the BEST name because it is his name, thinks this is absurd, and pretends to forget what to call Darc half the time, especially when she is annoying him and telling him how to hold himself on parade blah blah.

Darc especially becomes insufferable when they are forced to land and camp in aerial corps holdings. she wants to impress upon everyone that female handlers are superior and that the ocs is an extremely prestigious organisation (though the corps aren’t really apprised of what the ocs do, much, at least not to common knowledge).

omg yes they are The Dress dragons. but also they do look extremely striking together, which they almost always are. Darc is again quite smug about her comparative stealthiness at night, and Avernus insists they ought to go somewhere very cold and see how she blends in with the snow, thank you very much, and anyway he is not meant to go sneaking about because he is, again, the Most Important dragon.

#you can tell i spent three hours hiking in the driving rain and thinking of nothing but this au #almost fell into a VERY brackish puddle because i was so distracted #wn temeraire au #god i am actually in love with Darc and Avernus now #i will make a post soon detailing all of their genders/names/colourations #just for reference

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lucky-draws · 2 years

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are you doing inktober or anything like that?

hello!! no, i don't think so (...well, i know it's already the 9th of october now LOL but there's still 21 days i could do it for if i did want to...).... i don't usually do these things to be honest bc i can never commit to it idk.... i know the point is that it's good discipline/good practice to draw something every day + get creative with a prompt word but idk..... i prefer to leisurely float down the river at my own pace and draw when the muses sing to me..... (im too lazy)

(also i guess if i was to do inktober in future id probably avoid the Official inktober prompts bc wasn't there that whole controversy with the creator of it... he plagiarised a youtuber's book and whatever ... i used to watch said youtuber (alphonso dunn) back in the day so ive never liked the official inktober because of that lol.....ik it was years ago + maybe it's pointless to "boycott" inktober but there are so many other artists making their own prompt lists to choose from... so i would either use theirs or make my own i guess... oh + i saw there's a metal gear tober going on lol, nice.)

i probably won't do it but mayyybe i could at least make a conscious effort to draw more stuff in ink this month, i can't really be bothered with prompts or anything but i have been sticking to coloured pencils like 99% of the time these days so it might be good to do some different stuff....... maybe some more ink and watercolours....who knows...

thanks 4 dropping by, have a swag day o7

#i know i managed to commit to where's ocie but that wasnt like.Daily .And also i think im still recovering from it to this day

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butchwaifu · 7 months

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I really like your style and think u have alot of potential and i thought to give some pointers for if u plan to do commissions,

Try makeing your work in higher resolution so that your work is nice and crispy instead of crunchy (crunchy is not bad if pixelation is done in a purposeful way) try 300dpi

Messing around with poses and proportions is fun! But make sure your character feels balanced. Try flipping your canvas while u work or makeing the pose yourself, you yourself are always the most available pose model after all!

Backgrounds are hard and not necessary unless the commission asks for one, but avoid leaving characters floating in a void, add a drop shadow and maybe make the background a colour or shape. Simple and doesn't take away from the character/focal point are the main background rules!

Make sure that you have a contract for commission, while most ppl are cool there are always those who take advantage of artists. Have them sign an agreement to make sure u are paid for your time! That and haveing this will make the scamers think twice before doing anything.

Have fun and i wish u luck with your commissions!

So! This is just in case my friendly anon you ever see me answer this!

I'm actually an artist of 10+ years I just admittedly with my Very cartoony and simple style and especially the stuff I've been uploaded recently makes it look so, so the potential bit I get I'm sure as I draw more and more I'll get even better but unfortunately I've been at this so long this Is my potential after 10 years of serious practice and the whole blood sweat and tears bit it took me so long to get Here and it'll take me so much longer to get even further but I'll never stop trucking!

As for quality I actually draw the lineart traditionally and use an online app to erase the background color!

Before -> After

When I do this is SIGNIFICANTLY shrinks the image which I can't control and haven't figured out just yet how to fix But! I'll figure it out some day, as for now it's gonna be pixely.

As for posing and such I'm sure this is about drawing my oc Sunny crooked the intention was she was standing upright and leaning back (with a lot of responses I've gotten I realize this wasn't as obvious as I thought it'd be) otherwise all my art is Very ancient centeted and I do do dynamic poses and stuff!

(Sunny) / (Dynamic funsie doodles)

While this is not the BEST of my abilities it's only because I'm practicing digitally coloring basically doodles rn!

As for the background coloring or shadows I take that in deep consideration! I just like transparent images (: they remind me of stickers ☆

Contracts are definitely something I'll have to consider! Usually something written out and agreed upon in text is a binding contract and usually how I work when I commission other artists!

Thank you for your time, compliments and hopes in me anon! Ever since I posted my poll I've been getting a good vibe from a small but noteworthy amount of people thay make me feel good about my art!

I hope you see this!

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years

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What misconceptions about asexuality/demisexuality do they wish they could crush or get rid of?

The Real Feeling || - A little of the brightness in her eyes dims as she takes a moment to sit quietly with Raylan's question. To everything, really. It was now known amongst his cadre of thugs that she didn't always hear things right. Or sometimes, hear things at all. They didn't know the name for that disability was called audio processing disorder and was something like faulty wires short-circuiting somewhere between the ear and the brain; bits were dropped, some were garbled, all of the time background noise was shaper, louder, made it hard to concentrate unless she was reading lips or subtitles. Raylan had been the first to figure it out and on more than one occasion had mildly deflected the irritation APD invoked in his... friends. He and Boyd had thought she was asleep. Boyd ~Hair and Teeth, as she called for so long~ had been telling Raylan that for all the time wasted in the ransom situation, not to mention needing to do something with her when the counter-offer was made to Bo ~"Daddy," Boyd had said~ that the Admiral would pay for them to keep her indefinitely. The most logical decision was to put her to work. They were not talking about the medical kind, what she'd studied nearly all her life to do, but instead-- Her flesh crawled at the mere words, much less the practice. It was at this point Raylan noticed that she was both awake and had somehow heard almost every word, and instead of acting on it, he'd sent Boyd to go grab breakfast and coffee. After Hair-and-Teeth left, he pulled his chair up to the bed where she still lay. Alone, she felt safe enough to stir, and scrambled up, drawing her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. Large haunted eyes darker than normal now stared into his. He looked miserably unhappy. She can't say they are friends, but of all the ones she'd seen, interacted with, Raylan has been the kindest of them all. "So I guess ya heard," he drawled. She nods. "I'm sorry." "Me too." Then, she takes a breath. "If dis gonna happen... Would you...would you consider bein'...uhm. My...uhm... firs'?" "First as in....?" His brows knit as he fills in his own blank. He is not a stupid man and when the realisation crosses his face, the discussion begins. The how and the why most specifically, without his answer to provide any comfort. And thus she drags out her personal life to put on display. That despite their habit of biting one another, that she simply doesn't have feelings for others the way a majority of people seem to. That she's never really felt sexual attraction toward anyone, though she might, yes, feel some romance toward him that isn't necessarily Stockholm Syndrome. This was said quickly and perhaps with too much colour in her face. Much to her surprise, he sets his jaw and seems to understand her. Nods here and there. Asks more.

"I s'pose dat... I'd like people f' know it isn't... a conscious decision. Not somet'ing anyone chooses, it exclusive from morality an' not an aversion to sex. I have t' be completely, fully in love wi' someone jus' t' be able t' t'ink about bein' wi' dem lidat. Some people like me only have to have love for da person. Sometimes I been aks before 'how much you have to care about someone before?' an' it usually come from someone try get in my pants an' it doesn' work dat way. Dere no set amount of time, or list of da kine dat someone can do dat suddenly becomes da key to unlockin' me." There's as much frustration in her tone, in the way her brows knit, in every aspect of her body language about what she's saying more than the threat hanging over her head. "Some people t'ink I'm hyper-judgmental about makin' love. About sex, but it's not true. I am open to da idea because I desperately want to find someone I can establish emotional connections wi'. I want to know dat what I feel in my head an' my heart an' my soul is safe an' willin' to spread to da rest of me. It jus' takes time...an' dat....dat is somet'ing mos' people nevah want from me."

#Mahalo!K <333 #Family Tradition|Raylan Givens #In a Field of Stone|Raylan and Beth #Cowboys and Angels|Outlaw Justified AU #Deep Dark Hills|Kentucky

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goldenretriever-nicknelson · 2 years

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Say you'll remember me [P.P]

A/n: This is the quickest I have ever had an idea and wrote it because I had too many feelings from No Way Home. I am actually really proud of this even though I have not edited or proof read. I tried to write fluff but it ended up more angst than anything so I am very sorry. I also have a lot more ideas from NWH including a very funny fluffy idea which I can't wait to write.

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: MAJOR NWH SPOILERS (please DO NOT READ if you haven't seen the movie), angst, mentions of grief, hints of depression but I promise it has a happy ending.

Not using my taglist because of spoilers and I also have to update it.

It was like waking up from a very long and realistic dream the next morning. Peter’s eyes were bleary from sleep and his mind felt foggy as he awoke in an unfamiliar room.

The walls were dark and the mattress was uncomfortable, this wasn’t his room. His instincts were to call for May and wonder where she was but as he looked around the small shoebox apartment he had the painful realization that what he had thought to be a nightmare was his new reality.

Peter sighed and wrapped himself tighter in the blanket that covered him against the cold that flooded in through the windows. The picture by his bedside caught his attention, drawing him in as it did most mornings.

It was a simple picture but it was his greatest treasure. A picture of him, MJ, Ned and Y/n on their European vacation before spidey duties had taken over as they usually did. He smiled and reminisced about the wide smiles on each of their faces, tracing his finger over Y/n’s kind face.

Peter missed everyone that had forgotten him since the spell but his heart ached whenever Y/n crossed his mind. He remembered the kiss they had shared before the spell had taken effect, their last goodbye. Sometimes if he focused really hard he could still feel the press of her warm lips against his, the metallic taste of the blood from her injured lip seeping on his tongue mixing with the salt of their tears.

A single tear dropped onto the glass of the photo frame, sliding down it slowly as the others ran down his cheeks. He’d got used to the crying now, it wasn’t as if anyone paid attention but him and it was good to let it out. That’s what May always used to say.

Peter didn’t like to dwell too much when he woke. He preferred to get on with his day, distract himself from the heartache and loneliness. He always started with a trip to Delmars so he could snack whilst he studied and then he’d go out on patrol for a few hours.

Delmar’s was Peter’s safe haven and it always had been. Sure he’d had to refamiliarize Mr Delmar with his order but it didn’t take long with how often he was there. However, something felt different today and Peter hated that he couldn’t tell what it was. The decorations were the same, the smell of the food was as delicious as ever and the room was warm despite the cold outside.

He heard a familiar laugh come from the corner of the room and noticed that there was a group sitting down on the table that hardly got used. Peter peeked from pure curiosity and smiled at seeing the friends laughing, it reminded him a lot of-

“Are you okay?”

Peter’s breath got trapped in his throat as he was met with the same bright coloured eyes he had wanted to spend his whole life getting lost in and the lips that he could still imagine pressed against his own.

Two more familiar faces turned to see who it was and raised their brows at seeing what to them was a stranger looking at them weirdly with tears clouding his eyes. Before they could ask him questions his feet were running out of the door, abandoning his sandwich order and letting the tears fall once more.

It was painful enough to see a photo of them, let alone see them in person. It broke him.

After being able to avoid a panic attack and focusing on the crunching snow beneath his feet instead as he walked, Peter found himself taking a different route than the one to his house. It was a path he had become all too familiar with, one that brought him comfort even as he opened the door and stepped inside to the warm building.

“Hey Pete!”

He smiled at the volunteers and waved, making his way to set himself up in the kitchen of the FEAST shelter. Being here made him feel closer to May and it had ever since he’d been carrying on her work, wanting to help people just like she had taught him.

It was nice to be known as Peter Parker who helped people and not just Spider-Man. Sometimes he’d sit and talk to himself or May, it was therapeutic and it made him feel better. It was only 9am and he already needed that moment.

It wasn’t until later as he was helping a woman with a job application that he realized this day wasn’t going to get any easier. The universe had it out for him today apparently, as if it hadn’t done enough.

“Peter this is Y/n. She’s interested in helping us.”

He had been looking down at the application when a volunteer had walked over to find him and his mind hadn’t processed the name until he looked up and was met once more with that familiar beautiful face he loved so dearly.

Panic started to settle in his chest as his fight or flight instincts tried to decide what to do. Before he could make a decision her hand was outstretched to shake his with a kind smile on her lips. He had a flashback to that kiss on the top of the statue of liberty as their hands met and something must have happened on her end because her facial expression changed entirely.

A moment passed between them, their hands still interlocked as the rest of the world faded away and something must have clicked for Y/n because she was looking at him as if trying to solve a riddle.

Peter dropped his hand from hers as reluctant as he was and smiled politely, not thinking too much into it. His hope of people remembering him had faded quickly when not even Midtown knew who he was, causing him to have to register to take his GED.

“Come with me I’ll show you around.”

Y/n nodded and smiled again as she listened to him and followed, looking around at the small shelter.

“This place is amazing. It feels like home already.”

Peter almost laughed at the irony, thinking of the nights he and Y/n had stayed to help May even setting up a campfire for the children who stayed there one night.

“Yeah it’s a special place. My aunt started it after the blip happened and people lost their homes.” Peter sighed softly to himself, trying to keep it together and not poke at the still fresh wound of his loss.

“She sounds like an amazing woman.” Y/n smiled and touched his arm sympathetically as if reading his mind somehow. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Peter turned sharply to look at her and furrowed his brow. He didn’t remember telling Y/n about May but he quickly shook it off, she’d probably read it in the paper or on the Daily Bugle.

“Thanks.” Peter remarked quickly, wanting to change the subject. He quickly showed her the ropes of kitchen duty and smiled as she picked it up quickly.

Y/n soon became one of the best volunteers even if Peter was a bit biased. She was amazing with the families and children and she even worked extra hours without being asked. When Peter asked her why, she just shrugged and smiled.

“I like being here with you. There’s something about you Peter.”

His heart skipped a beat as she looked into his honey brown eyes, getting lost in them as they drew her in closer. She was so close, he could smell her perfume intoxicating him until he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“I guess I have one of those faces.” Peter laughed unsurely, biting his lip as he tried not to lose himself in his emotions and the memories that she brought with her presence.

“No that’s not it.” Y/n shook her head and smiled curiously, trying to figure it all out. He was sure she could hear his heart race since she was so close, her breath brushing over his lips. He closed his eyes and he saw the same memory that replayed in his head.

Y/n pulled back ever so slightly, resting her forehead against Peter’s and letting out a sniffle. Peter wiped away her tears with his thumb and cupped her cheek.

“I will never forget you, my hero.” She had whispered against his lips just before they stole one more kiss. Peter wished her words could have been true.

Peter hummed in surprise as his lips were pressed against Y/n’s in an instant just like in the memory he treasured so much. He couldn’t resist and wrapped his arms around her to pull her in closer, savoring the moment of what he had longed for all this time.

The world faded away until it was only the two of them back on that high building, holding each other like it was the last time. Sparks flew between them, making every nerve tingle in their bodies and light up their passion.

To Peter’s surprise Y/n didn’t stop as he moved his lips against hers, she only reciprocated and smiled as if remembering every moment with him. Memories of them together flashed in Peter’s brain replaying like a favorite movie that he never wanted to end.

When they finally pulled themselves away from each other for air, their eyes met and Peter knew that something had changed in an instant. Y/n’s cheeks were a darker color than before and her grip on Peter became tighter as if she didn’t want to let go.

Peter wiped a tear as it escaped from her eye and cupped her cheek in his hand, wondering what had just happened until Y/n’s next words answered his question for him.

“I told you I wouldn’t forget you Petey.”

Peter’s eyes welled with tears as he almost let himself hope again, praying to whoever could hear him that this wasn’t a dream. Y/n’s thumb mirrored his own and wiped away his own tears, stroking his curls back before using her finger to trace his face just like she used to do to comfort him or make him laugh.

“My hero.”

Suddenly everything felt right even though it was only one piece of the puzzle, Peter allowed himself to have hope and smiled wider than he had in weeks as he kissed Y/n again and again.

#No way home spoilers #nwh #spiderman no way home #spiderman no way home spoilers #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #reader insert #peter parker #no way home #spoilers #my writing #nwh spoilers

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honeydazai · 2 years

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oh to be chuuyas trophy wife who’s only duties are to cook him dinner and be his cocksleeve

being Chūya's trophy wife...

Chūya, who spoils you rotten with gifts, whether it's pretty dresses and skirts, expensive designer heels or jewellery that catches the light perfectly from every angle,

and who loves just how excited you look every time he buys you something you have wanted for some time; the way you thank him with bright eyes and a beaming smile and willingly drop to your knees to show him just how grateful you are,

Chūya, who honestly doesn't care if you spend $20 or $200 to get your nails done since he can afford it anyway; the mafia does pay incredibly well and whatever you wish for isn't enough to create even a dent in his black card,

and Chūya, who takes you out to important events as his arm candy and relishes in the way people stare at your dolled up form, dressed in only the prettiest and most expensive fabrics and with gorgeous jewellery draped over your whole body,

and who has you sit on his lap all prettily with a hand positioned on your hip at all times, the gesture almost possessive as he, occasionally, moves it down to your upper thigh to rub circles into the soft skin,

the way you try and sit still despite the urge to squirm whenever his touch gets a little too close to your panties, and, god, you're honestly trying your best to keep your tiny whimpers in as his fingers rub your folds through the fabric,

“You're all getting all worked up, doll, that's adorable. Still, we're in public, remember? So stay still and be good for me if you don't want to draw too much attention to us. Or is it that you want to put on a show for all these guys here, hm?”

Chūya, who bends you over in all those pretty clothes he bought for you and who carelessly rips fine fabric apart only to hear you gasp in disdain, and who fucks you roughly until you're whining and moaning,

Chūya, who relaxes after a long day of work through watching you show him all those gorgeous outfits you've bought using his money, because having you put on a private fashion show only for him is honestly kind of fun,

even though he usually prefers to go shopping with you; just because he's the providing husband doesn't mean he can't enjoy fashion as a hobby, and if he can get you two colour coordinated outfits - all the better,

Chūya, who loves coming home to a warm meal waiting for him and to your open arms, because there's nothing better than to relax in your loving embrace after exhausting hours of working in the mafia,

and what better way to unwind is there than to position himself between your willingly spread legs and fuck you slowly and sensually, his lips on your throat and neck as he moans against your skin,

“Fuck, you're so good for me, princess. You always take such good care of me, hm? Cooking for me, looking all pretty - god, I love you.”

but also Chūya, who's quite rough with you whenever he's stressed; the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he yanks you closer by your hair, keeping a firm grip on the strands until the tip of your nose is touching his lower abdomen,

and he probably should feel guilty when you whimper and whine as he abuses your throat, but how you gag and sputter around the girth of his dick is simply so pretty that he can barely control himself,

and the way your expensive mascara runs down your flushed cheeks and your lip stick - the one you had begged him to buy you for weeks - sticks to his cock and is all smudged on your lips now has him thrusting into your mouth even faster, harder,

“You're so gorgeous with my dick between your lips, doll, so pretty. And you love being on your knees for me, hm? Bet you'd never leave your place between my legs again if I ordered you to stay. Fuck, god, 'm close, babe.”

and, well, it's not like he doesn't feel guilty after his orgasm when his head clears again, so he does his best to make the rough treatment up to you by eating you out until you're writhing and cumming with his name on your lips,

“You're so good, babe, so fucking pretty for me. Come on, I'm sure you can cum once more, hm? Don't hold back now, this is about you and your pleasure. Look at you, grinding against my fingers like a common whore - though you've got expensive taste for being such a slut.”

notes: yes yes yes!! this was so hot 🤧🤧 i want to be his pretty trophy wife.....

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helloalycia · 3 years

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The Wrong Lifetime – Eight // Wanda Maximoff

chapter seven | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter nine

author’s note: Y/C/N = your cousin’s name, also this is later than I wanted today but i’ve been super busy so sorry for that! Also, I’ll be responding to comments from the last one as soon as I’m free. Enjoy 😊

"...okay, so now use the water to dilute the colour."

I did as Wanda said, dipping my brush in the glass of water and diluting the watercolour I was using, but I must have used too much because it made the paint run and then the paper started to get too damp to hold together.

Wanda facepalmed, sighing as I smiled sheepishly.

"My bad...?"

She glared playfully before ripping a page from her sketchbook. "Try again, milaya (darling). And use less water this time."

I squinted in the sun as I glanced at her. "Can't you just accept I'm not very good at painting? Or art in general?"

She shook her head, taking the torn page from my grasp and replacing it with a new one. "No way. You're not getting out of it that easily. It's not hard, I promise!"

I groaned lightheartedly. "You said that about drawing. And about using acrylics. And about using chalk."

"And I'm saying it about this, now c'mon, try again," she encouraged with an amused smile before returning to her own painting.

We were sat in my garden, hanging out and making the most of the lovely day we were having. The Spring breeze was getting warmer as we transitioned into Summer and it was a nice change of pace from the usual bad weather we had. So nice that Wanda wanted to do some painting and also teach me how to. But art was never my strong suit and I'm sure she knew that but still proceeded to try anyway.

Sketching out the tree before us for the third time today, I attempted to provide an outline that I could eventually fill in with green watercolours. Unlike Wanda though, it wasn't fun. My eyes veered over to her and I smiled to myself as I admired the look of concentration on her face – her 'art' look, I dubbed it. It was this very specific expression she got whenever she worked on a painting or drawing, and it always reminded me of that first time I saw it, after we met in the stationary store and when she took me back to her room. Absolutely wonderful.

"I don't hear a pencil moving," she said, not looking up but beginning to smile.

"That's because I'm looking for... what did you call it?" I racked my brain, thinking back to the day in the store when she talked about inspiration. "Vdokhoventi?"

A sharp exhale escaped her lips as she finally lifted her gaze to meet mine. Attempting not to laugh, she tilted her head adorably. "Vdokhnoveniye."

I quirked a brow. "Is that not what I said?"

She giggled, shaking her head. "Definitely not."

I grinned, shrugging. "Well, that's what I meant."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm not it, so eyes on your page."

"Oh, how dearly mistaken you are, love," I said quietly, leaning close and giving her a knowing smile.

She looked up, expression softening with a smile. Her eyes were heavenly, pupils dilated as she squinted in the sun, and they flickered to my lips before she settled on nudging me in the shoulder slightly. I snickered, leaning my head on her shoulder since everybody thought we were as close as best friends, so it wouldn't look suspicious. She sighed contently, letting me watch as she moved her paintbrush, painting a flower that was peeking through the grass we were sat on.

I could have stayed there forever, in that moment, sitting with Wanda and watching her paint under the sun. But of course, all good things come to an end when you don't want them to.

"Y/N, dear," I heard my father call, and when I looked up, I saw him approaching Wanda and I from the direction of our house.

Straightening up, I watched as he attempted to sit on the grass, but his legs were too long and he struggled to cross them. With a hearty chuckle, he stretched them out, slightly bent, and leaned on his hands.

"I'm getting too old for this, ladies," he said humorously, making Wanda and I smile.

"What d'you need, dad?" I asked, raising my brows.

"I just wanted to check in and see if you were ready for tonight," he said casually, making me furrow my brows. He seemed to notice my confusion, prompting, "Tonight? Your cousin's birthday party?"

"My cousin's what-now?"

He sighed, massaging the point between his brows. "Y/C/N? They organised this months ago. We're all expected to be there." His glanced to Wanda. "You, too, dear."

Wanda hummed, pulling her gaze from her painting and looking to my dad. "Yes, I'm aware. Got my dress ready and everything."

My eyes snapped to Wanda's with surprise. "You knew about this?!"

"You should be more like her," my dad muttered, as Wanda smiled with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

I looked back to my father. "I was planning on helping Y/B/N with his manuscript tonight."

My dad waved his hand. "I've already talked to him. He's agreed to work on it before the party starts so you're both on time."

I groaned, already tired at the sound of yet another party. Did it ever end?

"Don't be late," he ordered, though his voice was anything but stern. Cue another groan. He smiled before looking to Wanda's painting. "Wow, that's great, dear. Apparently you've got Y/N here attempting to do the same?"

Wanda chuckled as she handed him my several failed attempts. "Key word being 'attempting'."

He accepted the pages and stifled a smile of amusement. "Wow... maybe you should stick to writing, Y/N."

I ripped the pages from his grasp. "Cheers, dad, really."

He laughed before leaning forward and kissing my forehead. "It's all in good faith, dear. Now remember. Don't be late tonight, okay?"

I sighed, which he took as my response, before pushing himself off the grass with a grumble. Dusting his trousers, he nodded to Wanda and I before leaving us be.

"You could've told me I had yet another party to attend tonight," I told Wanda with narrowed eyes.

She shrugged, smiling helplessly. "I thought you knew."

I laid back on the grass with a dramatic sigh. "I just don't understand why our life revolves around extravagant parties, balls and dinners."

"That's just how it is, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said with a warm smile.

I looked up at the sky, raising my hand to shield the sun from my eyes, though my heart fluttered at one of the many nicknames she called me in Russian. "I'd rather live in the middle of nowhere. Where nobody expects anything of me and there's no stupid parties to attend."

She rested a hand on my leg before laying beside me, leaning her head on my shoulder. I relaxed my head on hers, appreciating how well we fit together.

"Same here," she agreed, making me gasp playfully.

"What? Don't you love the glitz and glamour?"

She laughed quietly. "I do, but I like the peace and quiet more."

I breathed out, fingertips brushing hers. "Maybe I can be a little late tonight... accidentally run over time so I don't have to stay as long."

Her fingers tugged on mine between us as a warning. "No. I'll be left alone and I'll be bored. And when I'm bored, I drink."

It was my turn to laugh. "You won't be alone, Wanda. You'll have Pietro."

She shifted so she was no longer leaning on my shoulder but instead tilting her head to look my way. "I want you."

I turned my head and gave her a small, promising smile. "I'll try to be on time."

She quirked a brow. "Try? You will."

My eyes flittered away, ready to argue otherwise, but she sat up and grabbed her paintbrush. I sat up, too, ready to tell her I would try, but I flinched when she flicked water towards me from the tip of it.

"Are you serious?" I asked, wiping the water from my eyelids with tongue-in-cheek.

She chuckled and I grabbed my paintbrush and did the same, watching her squirm when it flicked on her face.

Suppressed smile on her face, she wiped away the water and glared with dazzling eyes. "You shouldn't start what you can't finish, milaya (darling)."

Smiling from ear to ear, I quirked a brow devilishly. "Oh?"

"You're so lucky we're in front of people," she said lowly, leaning close enough to be platonic, but her hand slipped under my dress and creeped up my leg, making me involuntarily shiver. "Or you would be in serious trouble."

I stopped her hand from going any higher, the rings on her fingers cold enough for me to not melt under her touch. "I highly doubt that, love."

She held my gaze, intoxicating and mesmerising all at once. A sly smile tugged at her lips as she said, "Don't test me then. You heard your father. Don't be late."

I exhaled, licking my lips. "Fine. I won't be."

—

Later that afternoon, I found myself sat in my brother's study as the two of us worked on his latest manuscript together. It was a love story, his (my) specialty, and I was helping him to sort out his sentence structure when he decided to question me.

"Will you entertain me for a moment?" he asked randomly, making me look up from the pages.

"I'll probably regret it, but go on," I said jokingly, before looking back down and adding some notes to the paper.

His chair creaked as he leaned back, eyes watching me thoughtfully. "Are you in a secret relationship?"

I almost choked on my spit as he asked this, heart dropping to my stomach with panic. He couldn't know about Wanda, right? We'd been so careful.

Thankfully, I played it off well as I merely glanced his way before distracting myself with note-taking.

"Why would you think that, Y/B/N?" I asked like he was insane.

He shrugged in my peripheral. "I don't know... I've been wondering for a while. You've just loosened up so much more. And you're not as uptight as you usually are."

"Cheers," I said sarcastically.

He leaned forward, head resting in his palm. "This all happened right about the time I met Wanda..."

I swallowed hard, quirking a brow at him to play down my panic.

"I saw you with Pietro the other week," he continued, and I could finally breathe when I realised what he was insinuating. "I'm happy if you're happy, Y/N, but I'm not a fan of you sleeping with my publisher."

At that thought, I shuddered and proceeded to shove Y/B/N on the arm. "Don't say that. And I would never."

Just your fiancé, I thought guiltily.

"Good," he said with relief, straightening up. "Because you're not supposed to do that until you get married."

I rolled my eyes dismissively in response, but wondered if that still applied in a world where one was not allowed to marry the person they loved.

Y/B/N gave me a reassuring glance. "Look, I'm okay with it, I guess. But I'd appreciate the heads up so I can give him a stern talking to."

Realising there was a hint of mirth in his voice, I looked up and gave him a warning look. "Don't you dare."

He laughed, patting me on the back, to which I shrugged off with annoyance.

"It's the Maximoff charm," he commented knowingly. "The twins have that effect on people, don't they? Wanda sure has it on me."

A short silence fell after he said that and I chewed on my lip curiously, unable to stop myself from speaking until it was too late.

"Is her love reciprocated?"

He looked down to me from his daydream, no doubt of Wanda. "Pardon?"

Knowing there was no backing down from the conversation now, I avoided his eyes. "The engagement between you both was arranged... you're clearly in love with her, but is it returned?"

His lips twitched into a frown. "I'd hope so."

I hummed, diverting my attention away from him and to the pen in my hand.

"Why? Did she say something?" he asked, voice laden with worry.

"Of course not," I reassured him.

"But you'd tell me if she did?" he asked eagerly.

I looked his way and saw him peering down at me, hanging onto my response. I nodded lamely, which seemed to put him at ease as he sank into his chair with relief.

We spent the next few hours working on the manuscript without a hitch, but I noticed the time and realised the party was already in full swing. Wanda's words came to mind and I hoped she wouldn't be too annoyed at my lateness.

"We're wrapping it up now, don't worry," Y/B/N said, noticing me check the clock. "Thanks for the help. I'm gonna get this to my editor tomorrow. Your amendments should help make the process go a lot smoothly."

I hummed in response, feeling a heaviness settle on my shoulders as he mentioned his editor. It was always the same routine – I helped him with his manuscript, he got it edited, got his book published and got all the credit. And I was stuck in the same position, wishing I could do the same.

"What is it?" he asked with a sigh, sensing my mood.

Playing with the corner of the manuscript, I met his gaze. "I help you with your writing, but I never get anything from it."

"You get to help me," he pointed out, not seeing the issue. "Isn't that enough?"

Pietro's offer came to mind as I said, "What if I wrote my own book? And got published with my name on the cover?"

He squinted as he studied me, trying to find the humour in my words. Letting out a laugh, he shook his head.

"Y/N, that's absurd."

I raised my eyebrows hopefully. "I mean, is it? Would that be so bad?"

He pressed his lips together and breathed out through his nose. Resting a hand on my shoulder, he gave me a condescending look.

"I'm saying this because I care," he said, making me feel like crap. "But yes."

As if I didn't already know the answer, I asked, "Why?"

He motioned with his hand like it was obvious. "Because. People would look at you differently. You'd be undesirable. You know men don't like smart women. I'm just looking out for you as your brother."

I looked away, the bitterness at his words stinging more than usual. "Well, I like smart women."

Thinking I was joking, he chuckled. "Don't go saying things like that. One might misinterpret."

My teeth pressed into my lower lip hard, trying to contain my frustration.

"You can do this every now and then," he said, referring to the manuscript, "but any more isn't possible. Besides, two authors in one family? That's insane."

I forced a smile, but I wondered if his last comment was the real reason he wouldn't let me at least try to get published.

"Anyway, never mind that," he said indifferently. "We should probably head out. Dad is not going to be pleased. Especially since I promised we wouldn't be late."

I nodded, sliding my chair out and wanting to be anywhere but here right now. "Yeah, come on."

He gave me a sneaky smile. "Can't wait to see Pietro?"

I slapped him on the arm before standing up, ignoring his laughter. Nothing to make an already-depressing night worse than going to a party you didn't care for.

—

Wanda Maximoff was a very difficult drunk to be around, I'd learnt that the hard way.

As soon as Y/B/N and I rolled up to my cousin's house, a third of the guests were drunk and the rest were tipsy. A typical Y/L/N get-together. Y/B/N was instantly dragged away by some family whilst I was quick to make myself scarce, attempting to find Wanda. But the place was bustling with people and there were way too many rooms to check.

I found Pietro before I found his twin, as he was poking around party favours on a table in the corner, attempting to make out what were in the bags.

"If you're expecting a brand new fountain pen, you won't find it in there," I teased, making him jump.

He sighed when he looked my way, realising it was me. "I know that. But there's nothing better here to do, so I may as well know what freebies we'll be getting by the end of it."

I smirked. "Anything good?"

He shrugged, seeming disappointed. "Just some chocolate and perfume samples."

Holding back a smile, I said, "How tragic."

"If you're looking for my sister, she's over there," he said, nodding behind me. "You'll love this one."

"What do you mean?" I asked, brows knitted with confusion, before turning around and following his gaze.

Wanda was indeed stood on the other side of the dining room and I could just about make her out between idle guests. She was chatting to some woman, hands moving erratically and with expression, a grin on her lips.

"What is she doing?" I asked unsurely, tearing my eyes from her and looking to Pietro.

He was withholding laughter as he answered, "Sometimes, dear Y/N, my beloved twin sister gets drunk when she's–"

"Bored," I finished, remembering what she told me this morning. My face dropped as I mumbled, "Uh-oh."

"Uh-oh indeed," Pietro said, grinning at his sister's dismay. "Drunk Wanda is a very truthful Wanda. So, any secrets of hers will most definitely be revealed tonight."

Pietro was too caught up in his own amusement to notice my eyes widening.

"One of our servants made me a platter a few years ago," Pietro explained, oblivious to my panic. "It was a delicious cheese platter, the cheese having been imported from France. Then, Wanda proceeded to eat it without telling me. When I asked if she did, she lied. And I only discovered she lied because she got drunk a few weeks later and bragged about how good the cheese was."

Continuing to ramble, though this time in Russian, Pietro complained about said incident, though I wasn't listening as I watched Wanda talk to the woman enthusiastically. I could only imagine what secrets she was sharing.

"Pietro!" I cut him off, earning his attention. "Shouldn't you do something? To stop Wanda?"

The cheese platter story long forgotten, his grin reappeared on his lips. "Nah, it's funny watching her make a fool of herself."

I gave him a look of disbelief before looking back to Wanda, who was laughing at something by herself. The woman she was speaking to seemed partially confused, but smiled to be polite. I gulped, before shaking my head.

"I'm not that mean," I said to Pietro before making a move to stop her.

Pietro booed me playfully, but I ignored him and approached the drunk brunette, managing to catch her conversation.

"–and they're usually such catty bitch–"

"Wanda!" I immediately cut her off, bumping into her side slightly to get her attention. "There you are!"

Green eyes widened with excitement as they met mine. "Y/N! You're here!"

Ignoring her, I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her close before looking to the guest she was talking with.

"My apologies for her behaviour," I said with an awkward smile, hoping Wanda hadn't revealed anything suspicious.

"No need to apologise, dear," the woman said with an amused smile. "Wanda here was telling me all about how lovely of a sister-in-law you are. Or will be."

Wanda grinned, looking to me and leaning in so close that her nose brushed my cheek. "Yeah, she is," she continued to the woman, though her eyes were on mine. "She's sweet, not like other people make out their sister-in-laws to be."

My face was warm as I cleared my throat and smiled once more to the woman. "If you'll excuse Wanda and I."

The woman barely got out a nod before I dragged Wanda away, trying to keep her lips away from my neck (she was also an extremely clingy drunk). Tugging her into the bathroom down the hall, I closed the door behind us and released a breath of relief, grateful for the escape from guests.

"You look very sexy when you're worried," Wanda complimented, stepping forward and smiling dazedly.

"Wanda–"

She placed her hand on my jaw, moving closer so that her lips were grazing mine as she mumbled, "You came late, milaya (darling). But I still love you."

I'd like to say that I had the willpower to push her away and scold her for acting so obvious about us before, but my lips went numb as she captured them between hers. I could taste the alcohol on her lips as she moved them against mine, making me dizzy and forgetting what I was going to say. Her thumb caressed my jaw and I relaxed under her touch, hands resting on her chest. When she tried to part my lips with her tongue, I seemed to come to my senses.

"Wanda, you're drunk," I muttered, pushing her back gently.

She chased down my mouth again, sucking on my lip and tilting my head back so she could have better access. I tried not to let her win as I kissed her briefly before pulling away. Clouded hazel eyes met mine with a matching smirk.

"You're such a tease," she whispered, her accent thicker than usual and making my stomach flip uncontrollably. Her thumb traced my lips as she continued, "You shouldn't do that when I already know how you taste, moya lyubov' (my love)."

The way she was staring at me made me flustered in place, and she seemed to notice her effect on me as she winked my way.

Shaking my head and trying not to let her win, I said, "Look, Wanda. I'm sorry for being late. But did you really have to get drunk?"

She shrugged, leaning her weight on my shoulder with her hand. "If you hadn't kept me waiting, then I wouldn't have."

I sighed, looking to her apologetically. "I didn't realise the time."

A permanent troublesome smile was fixed on her lips as she watched me.

"Your brother told me how you can be when you get drunk," I said with mild concern, hoping she'd register my seriousness. "You need to be careful, Wanda. We can't have people finding out about us."

"It seems to me," she began agonisingly slowly, lacing her arms around my shoulders, "that you'll have to watch me all night to make sure I don't do anything out of line."

Determined not to play into her teasing, I maintained her gaze with a stern stare. "It seems I'll have to."

She bit her lip, eyes flickering between mine, before leaning further into my ear. In a whispered voice, she said, "That means you can't leave my side, printsessa (princess)."

I clenched my jaw, ready to agree, but a gasp escaped my lips as hers sucked on my earlobe, teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin. Stupid Wanda and her stupid flirting and stupid attractiveness.

"Wanda!" I scolded, though my cheeks were flushed as I pushed her away gently.

She laughed adorably, the sound making my heart skip a beat. "What?"

"You have to behave," I told her, swallowing hard and trying not to let her teasing smile get to me. "You can't do this out there. Okay?"

"Okay," she agreed in a way that wasn't reassuring in the slightest.

I rolled my eyes before grabbing her hand and leading her back outside the bathroom, returning to the party. I wasn't planning on leaving her side for the rest of the evening, even if Y/B/N wanted to be with her. The last thing I wanted was for her cute drunken self to reveal something she couldn't take back.

To my relief, she kind of behaved after that. There were times when she would get a little too touchy to be platonic, but a quick stare set her straight. Y/B/N wasn't around much, as when he did join us, he was immediately pulled away by some family friends who wanted to discuss his books. For once, I was glad he was an author, afraid of what would happen if Wanda got too comfortable in his presence.

At one point though, he was able to join Wanda, Pietro and I at a standing table, relief flooding his expression when nobody called after him. His arm wrapped around Wanda's waist and he kissed the top of her head, making me look the other way with distaste. She scrunched her nose up at the action before distracting herself with a drink. I gave her a knowing look, having told her earlier to stop with the alcohol. She pretended not to see me.

"Sorry I've not been able to spend time with you tonight," he said to Wanda, oblivious to her tipsy state.

"It's almost like it's your birthday and not your cousin's," Pietro joked, smiling at him.

My brother chuckled. "I guess. They just all wanna talk about my manuscript."

"Ah, yes, the reason you were late, right?" Wanda asked, eyes falling to mine.

"I'm sorry," my brother apologised, assuming it was him she was speaking to.

"You were helping him, too, right?" Pietro asked, looking to me curiously. "Maybe I'll finally get a glance at your work."

I narrowed my eyes at him, having figured he'd put the subject to rest after last time. He merely grinned in response, finding joy in messing with me, just like his sister. Before I could say anything, my brother beat me to it.

"Don't be getting any ideas. It's just a hobby." He smiled forcefully, before glancing at me. "Isn't it, Y/N?"

So he was jealous. Wow.

"You don't need to hide your relationship, y'know," he continued when I didn't respond, looking to Pietro.

The silver-haired publisher choked on his drink as he looked to my brother, clearly very amused.

"I know you're together," Y/B/N said with agitation. "Everybody does. And don't get me wrong, Pietro, I respect you as a publisher."

I groaned quietly, closing my eyes with embarrassment. When I opened them, Pietro was watching my brother with an entertained smile, meanwhile, Wanda was looking between them with a twitching frown.

"But if you're going to date my sister, you should do it the right way," my brother continued stupidly. "It's not appropriate to have whatever this is." He motioned between us with his hands. "It's wrong."

I jumped when Wanda's hand slipped to my arse, squeezing it gently. Thankfully, our backs were to a wall so nobody would have noticed behind us, but I instantly glared at her and removed her hand. She gave me a cunning smile, not bothered by the consequences.

"...and if you're sleeping together like I suspect," Y/B/N was saying, making me flush with humiliation, "know that our friendship is at breaking point. I can't have that blatant disrespect in my life."

Wanda continued to attempt to grab my arse, making me slap her hand away several times, all whilst trying to manage whatever conversation was happening right now.

"I can't believe you just said that," I finally spoke up, managing to keep Wanda at bay long enough. "You're such an idiot, Y/B/N! I told you I wasn't with Pietro!"

Pietro tried not to laugh as he met my brother's intimidating stare. "I value our friendship, too, Y/B/N. Which is why I can promise you I have no... relations... with your sister. I don't like her like that, I can assure you."

Wanda snorted with amusement, before hiding behind a glass of wine when everyone looked her way.

Y/B/N seemed embarrassed as he cleared his throat. "Oh."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, oh!"

"I guess I should apologise," he said awkwardly, looking to Pietro. "I–"

"No apology necessary," Pietro cut him off, raising a hand. "I am thankful for the entertainment however."

"I'm gonna go literally anywhere else," I dismissed myself, unable to take the uncomfortable situation any longer.

Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and walked away. To my surprise, Wanda trailed after, falling into step with me.

I glanced at her unhappily, quirking a brow. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, don't be mad at me because your brother's an idiot," she said with a wag of her hand.

I gave her a suggestive look. "I told you to behave."

She pressed her lips together in a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry... Y/B/N was talking about you and Pietro and I– well, I don't like sharing, remember?"

The improper glint in her eye as she stopped before me, watching with amusement, made me feel warm all of a sudden. That day when she first told me that and we proceeded to make love flashed to mind, and she seemed to know as she had a mischievous look on her face.

Clearing my throat, I pointed a finger her way. "Behave."

I should have known by the devilish look in her eyes that she wouldn't.

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