When I Tell You This Drawing WILL Be The Death Of Me

Scenario: Sirrius catches Sydney and PC in the act but they're too close to stop. Sydney is hiding his face in PCs shoulder but his hips havent even slowed.

love this (also long time no see lol)

MDNI

Sydney X Gn! Reader

Sydney is a godly being, in your eyes. His body toned and soft pulls in and out of you, thrusting just right and hitting all of your best spots. His mouth whispers curses and prayers alike into the shell of your ear and his teeth occasionally find themselves grazing your neck amongst it all.

His cock fills you like nothing else and you wonder if maybe the temple was right, because the two of you press so close together that it’s almost as though you are one. You join together in an unholy union so holy that you cannot help but think that heaven has found a place amongst the mortals, in whispered passions and unions of the flesh.

“Ffffuck, angel…t-taking me so—aah—well,” His voice is a breathy whimper against you and he can feel you clench hard around him in response.

His grip on your hips is tight as he fucks your hole with ever increasing fervor. His fat head presses into the place that makes you see stars and a broken pleasured sob tears its way out of your throat.

Perhaps you were too loud, or the bed was thumping too hard, or maybe it was just plain bad luck, but you’re crying out and coming hard around Sydney’s cock right as Sirris walks in.

And Sirris freezes because this is his house and how else is he supposed to react and oh my fucking god you guys aren’t stopping. Whatever broken sense of morality your science professor has starts crossing the line when he sees his kid fucking another one of his students, but Sirris can’t seem to move and his voice is stuck in his throat because you’re whimpering in humiliation and Syd has his face buried in the crook of your neck from the embarrassment but his hips are still moving and his arms move to wrap around your waist to pull you onto him harder.

“S-Sirrrrris, (you’re fucked dumb and it’s obvious to everyone in the room) give us’a min—fuck fuck fuck don’t stop—minute, ‘kay?”

Where you got the audacity to talk to Sydney’s dad (and your science instructor, you remember belatedly) like that is a mystery, but your mind is empty and all you can think of is Sydney. His hair tickling the back of your neck and the vice-like grip he has on your waist and his cock filling you up so so good and then he thrusts upward and suddenly you aren’t thinking at all.

Sydney and Sirris are very obviously father and son, but the way they both look at your fucked-dumb face only proves it more.

Sydney can’t take it anymore and cums right there on the spot, painting your insides warm and white while his dad stands right there.

And then, in a hazy post orgasm-bliss, you both realize that he is still standing there.

“Dad?” A weak and embarrassed mumble. You’d never know he was fucking you stupid a moment before by his tone of voice.

“Um…” A tense anticipation mixed with fearful anxiety fills the room.

“I…I brought snacks, if you guys want them.”

More doodles!

Well sketches..

I am thinking of posting these weekly or something to keep track of progress

I kinda lose my sketchbooks >~<

Featuring my space scarf holding the page down

I also lost the reference for the last one on the left

prompt: You've been so good for me. Don't ruin it like this.

cws for yandere, self mutilation, imprisonment, mentions of past violence/abuse.

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You were tired of being good.

Tired of painting on smiles every morning at your vanity when all you wanted to do was scream, cry and curl into a ball. Tired of leaning into his touches even though it made your stomach twist and turn in the worst way. Tired of pretending as if you didn't loathe him with your entire being—as if you wouldn't rather die than have to spend another day isolated with him.

Alhaitham regards you with a placid look, and you tighten your hold on the jagged shard of glass in your hand. It easily slices through the skin on your palm--and it hurts, it stings and burns and you immediately want to throw the cause of your pain away and cradle your hand to your chest, but you don't. You grit your teeth and tighten your grip, wincing when it cuts in deeper, droplets of blood making a pitter patter sound as it hits the hardwood floor beneath your feet.

Alhaitham's expression changes then, but not by much. Someone else—someone who hadn't been forced to learn everything that made him tick out of necessity for their own wellbeing—wouldn't know what to look for, or even if they did, they wouldn't be able to spot it.

But you could, even if you wished you couldn't.

Alhaitham wasn't a man that was easily angered, never giving others enough power in his life to do anything besides mildly annoy him, but somehow, you were an exception. Ever since he had brought you here (where, you still weren't sure), gagged, bound, and drugged, it seemed as though his default emotion had been anger.

It was largely due to you, as he so often told you, but you failed to understand how that was your fault exactly. He had tricked you, taken you from your home —Mondstadt, of all places, the city of fucking freedom— and he had just expected you to accept your new life without any complaints? Tough fucking luck.

You couldn't win against him physically, but you had tried. His advances were fended off with kicks, punches and the dragging of your nails across his skin, and when you had been unable to use your limbs, you had even resorted to lashing out with your teeth. You never won these shows of strength, of course, but you had always felt a bit better after whatever transpired when you could see the marks of your anger littering his body.

After all the fighting and screaming had gotten you nowhere, you had decided to take on a different approach. You had became exactly what he wanted you to be; sweet, pliant, respectful, docile, weak.

Everything was 'Yes, Alhaitham', or 'Of course, Alhaitham', 'I'm sorry for hurting you, Alhaitham', 'Yes, I love you, too, Alhaitham'. It had been nauseating saying those words, and some days you feared you'd spew up vile with the way your stomach seemed to churn, but it had been worth it.

Despite how intelligent Alhaitham liked to believe himself to be, he was still a mentally disturbed man who longed for your affection, for reasons you couldn't even begin to fathom, because really, you were nothing special, or at least nothing special enough to abduct and keep locked away like some invaluable treasure.

"Are you planning to use that on me?" His eyes flit down to the shard that's steadily cutting into your palm, and with the way his jaw tightens and his eyebrows crease, you grow curious and want to check as well, but you don't dare take your eyes off of him. He's fast, quiet, nimble, and he'll be on you in a second, and then all those days you spent being his mindless doll will have been for nothing.

"No." You would have tried it when you were first brought here, but you knew now that you couldn't outfight or outsmart him. "I'm going to use it on myself."

The floorboard creaks underneath his weight, and before you could even finish your sentence, he was dashing forward with an outstretched hand, but you had been anticipating that. '

The glass is warm against your neck as it pushes against your throat, and Alhaitham freezes in his spot, Adam's apple bobbing and eyes rapidly blinking as he takes a step back. "You're being ridiculous."

"Fuck you." His eye twitches.

That would have earned you at least two days in an immediate "timeout", which consisted of you being locked into a windowless room with nothing but an hourglass filled with sand to keep you company.

"Threatening to mutilate yourself in an effort to make me let you go? That's such a stupid idea. You cry like a child at the least severe punishments, and now I'm supposed to believe that you'll slit your own throat if I—" He abruptly cuts himself off when you begin to drag the shard across your throat, and Gods--it really does hurt. Just like with your hand, it burns and it stings and you want to throw the cause of your pain to the side and allow yourself to be bolted in that miserable room. You know that he'll patch you up and stop the bleeding, and you almost relent, but you don't, you can't, so you push the shard in deeper, even as you cry out and sob, knees knocking together as you stumble back into the wall.

"L-Let me go. I want to go home." You gargle out, hands shaking and vision blurry as you blink away your tears. "I want to go home!"

"This is your home."

"No, it isn't! I live in Mondstadt! My home is in Mondstadt—" Talking disturbs the wounds on your neck, and you moan and groan at the pain, letting the pressure up just a bit. You had been fully prepared to off yourself if this final lunge for freedom fell short, but you hadn't anticipated just how much it'd hurt. It burns, it really fucking burns.

"Your home is—"

"Shut. Up."

"—here. With me. You'll always be with me. There is no leaving, no matter how much you've deluded yourself into thinking that there is. You're not going anywhere unless I take you there."

Alhaitham had once said that you were weak-willed. You couldn't remember what you had did that resulted in the attack on your character, but you think he may have been correct.

His words are spoken with an absoluteness that chills you to your core, and for a few seconds that horrible burning can't be felt. You're not leaving. He'll never let you leave—you failed again—this was foolish, just as he said—you won't be able to go home, not now, not ever—you really should just drive the shard in until you can't think anymore, but you're weak-willed, just like Alhaitham said.

Your hand is pulled away from your neck, and then the shard is carefully freed from your fingers before you hear it shatter on the floor. Something thick is pressed against your throat --a piece of clothing, you realize-- and hot tears race down your cheeks as you're led to the bathroom.

"And we're right back to square one."

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Shinigami Raincode

I came back here just to post this art haha

Bloodlust devotion OCs

Short comic I made for this seeet moment between Gwen and Eve.

This takes part before Eve meets James, and its kinda just for me as I'm working on her character page.

Gwen and Eve have been friends for a long time and her relationship takes the form of a sisterly-one with Gwen taking care of Eve ever since her accident.

TWST Incorrect quotes#442 Shippers

Lilia/Ortho: Malleus/Big Brother is getting married!*Kicking their bedroom door open*

Yuu: O-Oh That's gre-*Sadden look*

Lilia/Ortho:*slamming wedding papers on the table*It's you, sign here

Lilia & Ortho The Biggest Malleyuu/Iduu Shippers

My Ship name for Idia-Yuu...is...Iduu...sounds like "I do"...SOUNDS LIKE A DAMN WEDDING CONFIRMATION-

Absolutely gorgeous 😍

I decided to hop on the bandwagon and fill out the form bc it seemed like too fun of an opportunity to pass up lol

If you couldn't already guess by now, my "MC" for the game would be my babygirl Peony 🌺

I wrote a few facts about her on the template already but if you're curious to learn more I'll go ahead and elaborate below! 🥰

Template/ Bloodlust Devotion ©️ @hotpinkmoon

Peony's full legal name is Peony Cecilia Hemlock, she's 25 years old (as of the start of the game) and her natural height is roughly 5 ft, 7 inches. Her favorite color is yellow and she has close ties to hemlock flowers due to her family's history, so this explains why her heart is designed the way it is.

In regards to her interests, she uses reading as a small form of escapism from her otherwise extremely busy lifestyle. She enjoys reading fantasy and drama novels, but her favorite category to indulge in is romance since she's a helpless romantic at heart. She likes to imagine that one day she'll have her own storybook romance that will put all the others to shame, despite her questionable past making that damn near impossible to accomplish. She also has a huge soft spot for animals (although dogs are a particular favorite of hers) and young children. At one point, she was studying to become a kindergarten teacher before a certain "incident" involving her brother caused her to have to quit her studies and uproot her entire livelihood. She doesn't regret making these sacrifices for her brother, as she loves him unconditionally and is the only family he has left, but she sometimes wonders how different their lives would be if she had decided to finish her education and pursue her interests instead.

The rest of her likes are pretty self-explanatory, minus her involvement with Seth. Of all the BLD love interests, she would get along with him the best. She appreciates his kind and gentle heart and finds his timidness to be somewhat endearing. She's willing to overlook his murderous tendencies (since she'd lowkey be a hypocrite if she didn't LMAO) so long as he establishes a strong communication system with her about who he plans to kill and why. Depending on how deep they are in their relationship, she'd eventually start to accompany him on his trips to help him get the job done faster and to make sure he doesn't accidentally leave behind any traces of his own DNA at the scene. Her biggest fear is him getting caught and being taken away from her, so she'd do everything within her power to prevent that from happening.

When considering her dislikes, she's a fairly straightforward woman: don't lie, deceive, or blindside her or else all hell will break loose. Due to her past, she has a low tolerance for dishonesty and finds it extremely annoying when people avoid being upfront with her. Should she come to find out she's been lied to or misled, her trust with that person would be completely broken and she may even cut ties with them entirely depending on the severity of the situation. In regards to the remaining dislikes, she finds sloppiness to be a personal pet-peeve and has a mild case of arachnophobia.

Summoning ritual did not work, he did not come home so Im reblogging my pain in hopes that he will later

Idia chilling in the underworld

The person who reblogged this from you is rooting for your success.