♥︎・sub!diluc, Itto, Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli X Dom!reader (seperate/Thoma Bonus Cause That Man Is

Stan: Kyle:

Cartman: Kenny:

Butters: Craig:

Shower headcanons I came up with in the shower this morning

Hiii!!!

I want to ask how about the main 4 of the team stan and craig with a s/o who makes art with sprays? I really like that stuff so I want to know your writing about it!

Love you ♡!

Hiya! Looking up what Art Sprays was, I got a bunch of different things, I'm assuming it's mostly just art that you create using spray cans and air brushing, so that is what I'm going off of for this!

Stan Marsh:

- He definitely makes art with you, just not the same type of art.He does, however, take large inspiration from you while he works! In his own words, you're his "muse."

- He has a specific shirt he wears every time you two make art together. He lets it get messy. It's his special shirt for whenever you two make art together, so it has some significance to himself.

- He loves it when you come and do sprays in his barn, he likes seeing how mad his dad gets at the both of you getting paint everywhere- and he likes how a place he detests so much can be made a little better with your literal and figurative splotch of colour!

- He likes to sit back to back with you and work on some art of his own while you are sat down sprayin' away. It builds up the tension of seeing what you two create!

- If you give him and artwork, he'll give you one in return. He always saves his best sketches for you! Even if he is sad to part with them. He puts some of your art up in his locker, because he doesn't trust keeping them at his house. He likes being able to see them at school. They make a monotonous day just so much better for him!

- He likes to have input in your art, if he ever gets asked to choose a colour or setting, he'll jump at the chance to answer! He likes collaborating on art ideas rather than in the actual artistic process, he wants to respect yours and his own styles, and simply collaborate by way of mind!

Kyle Broflovski:

- Kyle immediately researches things about the art form, looking through online gallery's and tutorials. Looking at the different equipment used, they types of art made. He becomes invested in the topic so the two of you can discuss it. He likes hearing your educated opinion on certain techniques and certain works. He likes hearing your advice on how to do certain techniques, even if he knows he is never going to successfully do an art spray.

- He did try though! He asked one day if he could do one alongside you, and he managed to spray paint everywhere but the canvas- And the colours he chose- He really needs to learn some colour theory!

- Because he felt bad for not connecting with you through the hobby, he decided to splurge on some spray paints and airbrush kits for you. At first you freaked out about the whole thing, as the stuff he got you was quite expensive, but he insisted it was fine that you used it!

- If you made an artwork for him, he'd go around showing it to everyone he could. Especially those in his family, who have come to know you as "Kyle's "Friend" Who Likes Art." He brags about your artistic abilities ALL the time!

- He cherishes every artwork you give him, he has a plastic sleeved folder that he slips every work into. He flips through it from time to time to get a hit of motivation, being inspired by what you can do with just a couple of paints!

Kenny Mccormick:

- Kenny doesn't seem to get personal space, nor does he seem to have any regard toward the state of his clothing. While you work, he is often lounging on you, hugging you tightly from behind as you fiddle and tinker with the different sprays. Because of this, he often gets paint on his clothing. Despite this, he wears each splatter like a badge of honour!

- He likes to make different types of art along side you. He'll dip his fingers into the globs of paint that don't make it onto whatever you're spraying them on, and wipe them all over any sheet of paper he can find. He liked to create something purposefully bad or distasteful as a way to tell you how good you are and how talented you are!

- If you ever make art for him, he will hang it up in his house like it was a piece out of a museum. If they are too small to be hung up, he puts them in this small blank art book and presses them in like a mini collection!

- Kenny really likes when you do abstract work, he likes it when nothing makes sense! Because that way the mind can enjoy it in whatever way it wishes. His way is usually lewd however, and he will constantly convince you that there is a phallic shape in your art even though you know there isn't-

- He likes to try to leave paint kisses on you, he thinks their like temporary tattoos of love! It is very cute- though you always worry that he is getting a little to close to ingesting pure paint-

Eric Cartman:

- Eric doesn't like how you spend so much time on your art, so he always joins you whenever you're working on a piece. He needs your attention 24/7!

- He definitely made the "Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls" joke-

- He's always begging you to take a break and cuddle with him, he doesn't even mind if you're covered head-toe in paint! At a certain point he's usually covered in it as well.

- He'll often ask if you need help with anything to make the process faster so he can have you to himself again- He is actually surprisingly good at sprays though- and you insist he should get into the medium. He'd rather stick to whatever fad he's jumped onto at the moment however.

- If you paint him something he will secretly cherish it- However he will tell you that the painting is a "REMINDER OF HIS CRIPPLING LONELINESS WHEN YOU PAINT 😭😥🤯🤫😾" (A/N I think an excessive amount of emojis is very funny so pardon me heh).

- If you are completely invested in a work, he'll like to lie down beside you and just observe you. Your expression, your posture, how you flick the airbrush every which way. The tenacity brought by every stroke, the way your eyebrows knit together in concentration. He likes seeing you like this, he feels like he's watching an animal in the wild!

Craig Tucker:

- Craig loves it- he thinks the whole thing is so cool. He despises modern and contemporary art, also sharing a true distaste for realism, and finds the vibrancy and freedom of the sprays enticing and exciting!

- He will always ask to see what you are working on, whether it's just a concept in your mind, a sketch, or a full piece!

- I like to think he starts doing it along side you. You obviously influencing him to get into the hobby. He'll start asking you for tips, wanting to watch intently as you do certain techniques so he can be just as good as you. He likes to do it to spend time with you, but he also thinks it makes him looks really cool-

- He'll definitely do sprays of space, the abstract ones that use colours that you may not expect from space- He doesn't take from reality, and likes the use the colour pallets you are already using to see how your art differs.

- If he isn't making stuff along side you though, he likes to watch you work, maybe with his headphones in just watching you spray about! It's relaxing for him, he doesn't have to speak, and neither do you, yet you still feel connected simply through the art form!

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You're literally so sweet! I love you too?!?! Sorry this took so long! Over here I actually smashed this one out, but it was submitted some time ago! Terribly sorry for that!

I hope you enjoyed this! And I hope it was written well enough for y'all!

Thanks for your continued support! <3 <3

Happy birthday Kenny

(I know he's not a background character, but it feels like that recently and I wanted to make SOMETHING for his birthday)

When you wanna be subtle about holding hands but-

Random creek ✌🏻

childe enjoys the challenge but this one was pretty… challenging. his buds, rosy and sensitive from being tampered with all day, are numb to the point but if your fingertips touch them again he is sure that he’ll scream.

tartaglia’s staring up at you, well more like glaring, with cheeks the color as strawberries and eyes glossed over in a fresh layer of tears, holding on for dear life, trying to keep his begs at bay, within his throat because he don’t want to give into your touches.

it would be embarrassing.

but when you bent down between his trembling legs, to his throbbing cock and just blew lightly—childe’s eyes blew wide as a loud gasp followed by a broken cry ripped from his throat, his restrained body bows and jolts uncontrollably as his cock slicks itself with rivers of his cum.

childe’s body shake through his orgasm, his head is thrown back and tears leak from his glacier eyes—he don’t even notice that he’s sobbing.

how deliciously pretty.

Can you draw Stan Marsh hugging a huge Orca Plushie, please?

spaceboy craig and alien tweek part 1!

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off-season | crypto

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing ; crypto x gn! reader

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis ; what's better than the first few days of the off-season with your beloved

𓆩♡𓆪 genre ; fluff, some making out here and there but nothing too spicy (i got too carried away woops) TOUCH STARVED CRYPTO

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; this is literally just me projecting my hyper fixation on crypto send help <3

𓆩♡𓆪 word count ; 3k (semi proofread)

day 1

it was past midnight already, yet you were still up. you were unable to fall asleep for some reason, was it because you were sitting?

puzzled, you tried shifting to try a different position. despite your numerous attempts, nothing seemed to work. you settled on the fact that perhaps sleeping on a train wasn't the most comfortable. even though the labor of packing things up the entire day was catching up to you, you tried to brush the sleepiness away. after a few years of being together, you and tae joon established a routine when the season was over.

you two always traveled during the early hours, the thought of being with you alone while going home eased tae joon's mind rather than the opposite. he kept you close at all times. contrary to popular belief, he loved being in close proximity to you. he said it was because he liked knowing you're somewhere he can reach, but sometimes he used that as an excuse to just be near your touch. he'll never admit it though.

your eyes tried adjusting to the blinding lights the train had but it seems like closing your eyes wasn't enough to shut it out. your mouth spills a small groan, desperate for the slightest comfort you could get. you were about to move again but you felt something touch your head. before you could open an eye to take a glance, you heard tae joon's voice to your ear. "here, just lie down," he said, handing you- what you assumed was one of his jackets. he swiftly places a kiss on your temple before helping your arms into the jacket sleeves.

once you had his jacket on, he quickly puts the hood up, covering your eyes. and before you could say a thing, you felt his soft lips pressed onto yours. your face held by calloused yet gentle hands, hands that held you like you were glass. you could feel the curve of his smile when he kissed you. what he didn't expect however, was you sliding the tip of your tongue across his lips. a sound of surprise escapes his lips, somewhere along the lines of a yelp and a squeal.

the surprise of your sudden move on him made him retrieve his hands in a panic. he leans forward as you tilt your head, allowing yourself to maneuver better. your tongue softly touches his, gentle touches are exchanged as both of you savor this moment. you still have a few tricks up your sleeve. you chuckle menacingly in your mind as you swirl your tongue, earning a whimper from tae joon.

you pull away after, both of you panting amidst the silence. "and here i thought you had it in you" you chuckle, wiping the saliva off the side of his lips. now that you've found satisfication in his flustered state, you finally lay on his lap. letting the fatigue take over, you could feel yourself entering slumber.

"잘 자, 내 사랑"

day 2

rays of sunshine peek through the white curtains, letting it's presence be known to your sleeping figure and slowly waking you from your slumber. now that you were regaining consciousness, you blinked your eyes open, taking in the harsh morning light that greets you. you stretch your arms, groaning at the relief your muscles felt. as you were stretching your body, you felt the grip on your waist- that was apparently there, tighten.

you look down as tae joon hugs you closer to him, nuzzling his head against your chest like a pillow. his facial expressions rests in content. you sheepishly smile at him. you found his habit of having to hug something while he sleeps so adorable. you bring your hands to his head, gently ruffling his hair to wake him up. "hun," you hum to him, brushing away the locks of hair that covered his face.

he slowly wakes, fluttering his eyes open. "more time, please" he murmurs. you let out a sigh. knowing how much this guy sleeps when you're with him, you needed to find another way of waking that grizzly bear up. testing the waters a bit, you try wriggling out of his very tight hold of you. as cute as the idea of having him in your arms for longer was, you still had many things to do. you just arrived home after a whole season and your apartment was a dusty mess. his arms did not budge one bit, all that hacking and fighting in the games is not for naught. "stay with me. please?" he looks up to you with hazy pleading eyes.

lord have mercy

can you really say no to him though? his voice was deeper than usual which is evidence of a good night's rest. his hair tussled by you and clothes crinkled from all the cuddling. you really can't resist him. you laugh and just hug him back, he won. "i'd love to." you say as you cup his face and kiss his cheek.

an hour later full of sweet nothings exchanged passes but you two were so entangled in each other that you barely noticed time moving. various professions of love said to one another with hands that couldn't stop touching the other. for some reason, everything with him felt comfortable. every conversation, every touch, and every moment never felt better when it's with him.

for tae joon, you were the world to him. you were someone who he could be his truest self with. a person he could let his guard down because he knew you'd protect him. sometimes the lines between all his personas blurred. there were times he didn't even know who he was. but you were there, the person who knew him best. he was tired from running away from his identity for years. others only see him as a cold-hearted shut-in hacker, but what they don't see are the nights you'd hold him together as he breaks down, struggling to know who he really is.

and so, you both lay together. a peaceful few minutes before his and your stomach decided to let it's hunger be known. the content silence soon interrupted by fits of laughter from you two. "go make something, i'm dying here" you playfully try kicking him off the bed. "i see you want the kitchen burned down." he jokes. "if it means having food, just burn down the apartment," you reply.

tae joon got up and put his slippers on. he then proceeded to the kitchen where you heard the cupboards and fridge open and close. "whatcha making, hun?" you shout from the bedroom loud enough for him to hear. "pancakes, is that alright with you, 여보?" he yells back. you knew enough korean from him to translate the pet names he endearingly calls you. the times he did try calling you a pet name in english, he blushed so hard he looked like he was gonna explode.

you stared at the ceiling for some more time as the sounds of metal clanking and shouts of "oh shit" grew increasingly frequent. you got up and head out the bedroom onto the kitchen to see tae joon measuring the milk, almost spilling the cup. he must've felt your footsteps approaching because he set down the cup and took a deep breath. you say nothing and just hug him from behind. your arms around his stomach and your head rested on his back. "i'm trying my best" he nervously laughs. years of being on the run never gave him the time to learn how to cook for himself, but now he could. smooth isn't exactly the best word to describe his culinary journey, but progress was there.

"i know, you're doing great." you say back. those words were enough to ease him. his shoulders relaxed as a breath escapes his lips. your hands roam under his shirt as you murmur tips to help him. it wasn't long until he made some decent batter. your only help was that it was at least edible. as he waits for the pancakes in the pan to start bubbling, he turns around to you.

nothing was said just- silence. comfortable silence. being in each other's embrace was all you both needed. he relished being in your arms to even just close his eyes and gather his thoughts for a second. your fingers tread lightly on his face, gently cupping his cheeks your fingers nearly jolt at how cold the metal implants were. but you still kept your fingers there. your thumbs caress the skin above his facial tech, pondering on the difference in temperature.

"is it weird?" tae joon asks.

"hm? what is?" you reply. looking up from the black metal and into his eyes. "this thing.. on my face." he's quick to look away, embarrassed to ask you such a question. but he doesn't shy away from your touch. you took a minute too long to find the right words. and by then, insecurity was already eating tae joon up.

"forget it. it's a stupid question." he feels stupid. he attempts to turn around but you strongly keep his face still. words fly out of your mouth without second thought. "i think- i think it's beautiful." you state. his eyes widen and his lips part, you hear a small gasp.

"i don't care if you think it's weird but i just, i think you're so beautiful." you say rapidly. as speechless as he was, he couldn't look away from you. his eyes doe and cheeks slightly flushed. god was he melting in your hands. "and believe me, please. do you really think i'd find any part of the person i love, weird?"

tae joon is not a man of words, combined with him being at a loss for words he just can't say anything. and you knew that. most of the time it was you talking and chatting about anything and everything and the replies you got were short but enough to express his intent. for him, it was more comfortable showing his response through actions.

a pair of lips soothingly collide with yours. he leans in and tilts his head. you both share and tender kiss as if your lips were molded for each other. his grip on your waist grows firmer as small sounds akin to a sigh escapes his throat.

"mm, babe- the pancakes-" you mumble in between the kiss. his eyes go wide once more before rapidly looking back to see an overly cooked pancake whose bubbles are enough to make a person with trypophobia pass out.

so much for breakfast.

day 3

there is echoing of clacking from the familiar pair of boots you know tae joon loves. as you tidy your shirt, dusting off the bits of grime, he paces around the apartment almost franticly. from the reflection in the mirror, you could see he was double checking every alarm and sensor he'd put up. occasionally, the sound of rapid keyboard typing starts and ends, meaning he's really making sure this flat stays hidden and safe while you're both out.

"you can stay here, y'know." you finish tidying the clothes you were wearing and walk over to his desk filled with monitors emitting bright lights that were enough to resemble the pearly gates of heaven. "i can't let you get my cereal wrong again," he replies nonchalantly, spinning his chair to you after exiting one of the programs he used to code (that you don't bother to memorize)

"it was just two times! i didn't know your brand of cereal had 10 different types!" you mockingly raise your hands in defense. for someone who wasn't picky with food is somehow picky with cereal? you discard that thought as it was no use stressing over. you combed his hair back until you were satisfied at how much worse you made it. quietly laughing, you scurry away to the front door before he could realize.

"aish- 말 그대로 방금 고쳤습니다!" he yells.

after putting on your shoes, you wait for him outside while holding your bag close to you. it wasn't long until he joins you outside, this time with a cap and sunglasses on. nothing about it was strange it was just for his identity, that's all. this time it was his turn to ruffle your hair and speed walking away before he got an earful.

the walk to the grocery was short, especially since he made sure to pick a perfect apartment where everything you both needed was accessible within walking distance. he tilted his head downwards, making sure his face wasn't that visible. he reached out for your hand and without a question, you gave it to him. he intertwines his own with yours and gently pulls you closer so he can put both hands in his jacket pocket. you couldn't help but smile a bit.

you both walked down the shadows of the street to avoid the sun. you chatted away about whatever topics you could think of. at times, you'd both spot a new restaurant or café that opened up and take note to visit it soon.

he caressed your knuckles with his thumb, occasionally drawing circles. it wasn't long until your walk ended, the automatic doors greeting you. he followed you like a stray puppy because he'd never been to the grocery store in the entire time you'd both lived in this area. "baby, can you get a shopping cart? i'll check out the fruits first." you point at the area that had the carts and baskets. "hm." he obliged.

while you were checking which bananas were ripe enough but not unconsumable unready to get, he stopped beside you with a cart. he takes the fruits off your hand and neatly arranges them on the cart. you both stroll down the aisles, taking your time scanning any product you might need or want to try out. he also asks you for your bag, slinging it onto his shoulder to carry it for you. you wanted to tell him to just put it in the cart, but he looked content with having it on him. he sometimes picks up something that piqued his interest. he continues pushing the cart while you walk in front.

and alas, the cereal section.

you let tae joon do his thing and read every similar-looking box of that stupid brand and get his favorite one. he spends minutes reading the nutrition facts and values of every type before turning to you with one. "see the one you got had oats, and i hate oats." he says, showing the 'one that was right'. "well, sue me it doesn't even have oats in the picture!" you exclaim, putting one hand on your hip as he walks to put the box in the cart. you a bit annoyed, almost gave into the temptation of hitting him with the cart.

the security man must be having the time of their life watching a couple argue about cereal. you just roll your eyes and walk further down the aisle. he made sure to load up on soft drinks and whatever energy drink that now runs in his blood, sounding like a certain adrenaline junkie. he stops at one part of the chips section and grabs almost 10 bags of something. "woah, what's that for?" you ask. he looks back at you equally as confused. "don't you like these? you told me you like this." he informs you. as you recollect your memory of when you said that, he was already loading them in when you remembered.

it was one of the first nights you both officially started dating, and you were over at his place to lounge around. you were both watching a popular show at the moment, hands interlocked but still respecting his personal space. he hadn't had guests in a while, and so he offered what he had left, chips. coincidentally, It happened to be the brand you had been craving for a few days. "oh thanks! i really like these" you said, happily accepting the bag of chips.

you pout at how sweet the gesture was to you. you kiss his cheek and now he's even more confused. "thank you, 내 사랑." you smile at him. tae joon could swear he almost collapsed. you continued peeking at the shelves ahead, he clutched his heart as it felt like jumping out soon. he hadn't known that you, speaking his native language, could weaken him so much. he shakes his head, hoping it will stop his face from reddening further.

you grin as you finally get to use your korean learning to your advantage. you managed to learn a few words here and there, taking notes mentally whenever you heard tae joon curse when he got the coding wrong. in a matter of time, you were able to understand some phrases. and after that, you learned that tae joon likes saying anything romantic in korean, thinking you wouldn't understand anything.

you both forget the arguing that just happened 10 minutes ago, feeling so sheepishly in love with each other. you wait up for him as you near the checkout counter. he preferred the self-checkout so he could have more privacy. he tells you to just sit down since he'll do the work. and you did, from time to time, you would tell him to separate those foods in a different bag. he'd do it while looking ever so focused on scanning and bagging.

you both finish up and exit the store nearing lunch time, arms coiled around each other with bags on the other. you rest your head on his shoulder, pleased at how the day has gone so far. he sneaks a forehead kiss in before he leans his head on yours.

he's not at all superstitious, but he's thankful that fate led him to someone who loves him like you do.

© this work is by cryptonite-exe, please do not copy and post on any other platform.

Hi~

After your last post I decided to revisit your rules and just so happend to see that you liked to write for the lovely diluc.

Might I request a reader teasing him with a remote control vibrator? Other details of when, where, how long and how mean the reader is, is completely up to you!

Love your work, and keep well!! <3

- A diluc loving anon

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ warnings . . . mature content. dom! gn! reader. vibrator in public. jealous reader (ft. donna).

diluc thought he had gotten used to your antics by now, but this was something entirely new, something so very exciting. "diluc, did you put it in properly? like how i showed you before?" you ask, leaning into him so only he could hear you. with a slight blush, he nods, hoping it wasn't obvious the way he walked a little funnier than usual. "good boy, if we don't get taught, i'll give you a reward, okay?"

eager for a reward, diluc takes up the challenge with a small nod. and thus, his shift at angels share began.

you were quiet, almost eerily so, and it sent diluc on edge more than if you were more chatty and teasing— just what were you planning? it made his stomach churn in excitement once again.

it wasn't until donna came walking in, staring infatuatedly at him, that you started up the vibrator placed nicely in him. his eyes widened a fraction, cheeks turning a bright red as he looked at you in shock. now? why now? he tried to find some sort of changing variable only to come up with nothing— how oblivious he could be.

"hello, diluc~" donna sung out, sitting right next to you, which only made you bite back a smirk. "oh wow, you look so red! are you feeling okay?" she asked, batting her lashes. diluc struggled to answer, settling for a 'hmph' and looking away with his usual aloofness. "wow," donna sighed as diluc walked away, "he's so amazing- isn't he?" she turned to you.

you hum, thinking back on all the ways you've fucked him; pulling orgasm after orgasms out of him, bending him in impossible positions, making him sob and beg. yes, he was truly amazing.

you turn it up higher and watch from the corner of your eye as he tenses, face flushing even more as he looks around, wondering is anybody caught sight of the boner he was sporting. he came back, handing you your drink and you smile, touching his hand. "ah, diluc, i was wondering, are you single?" he looks at you in confusion, before glancing at donna and realizing. oh. oh, you were jealous.

"i'm... taken." he clears his throat, "if you'll- hah!" you turn the vibrator up sharply, his legs giving out on him as he falls to the ground behind the bar, his hands tugging on his apron to better hide the cum that seeps through his pants. fuck. fuck. a wet patch if even beginning to form on the apron from how much he just came.

you get up calmly and walk behind the counter, bending down and wrapping an arm around him. "oh yeah, that's right, you're with me." your eyes flick over to donna, who's leaning over the counter and watching you two in shock. you smile ever-so-condescendingly as you show her a remote— she's quick to connect the dots and gasp, blushing intensely as she looks elsewhere. satisfied, you look back at diluc and brush some of his hair out of his face.

"it seems we might have to close early tonight, don't you think?"