#top left and bottom right i did with no guidelines

[johnnyreincarnated]

some recent lord x's

reblogs would be very nice please do that yeeeeas🙏🙏🙏

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Besotted 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your new neighbour brings intrigue and a bit of danger.

Characters: ex-con!Bucky Barnes

Note: Saturday is fat tiddies day. I'm sorry.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

"Wow, uh, I'd say that's a lot but it's really not much," you snort at Angelique as she comes out of your bathroom in a tiny string bikini. The leopard print is loud on the tiny triangles barely concealing her tits and a few other parts. 

"Not all of us are nuns like you," she retorts and sticks out her tongue. 

"I'm not a nun," you roll your eyes. 

You're not exactly modest yourself. You like your booty shorts and your cropped tops. And when you're lazy enough, you can be caught walking around in your purple track pants that read sex bomb across the ass. Not exactly classy, but fun. 

"Right, right, sure," she scoffs. 

"That's a low blow," you hiss. 

"Well, it's the truth. What's that now? Twenty-two and you're as pure as the blessed Mother Mary." 

"You're a fucking bitch," you sneer. 

"I am," she grins and shakes her tits. "But the guys love it." 

"You are so dumb," you scowl. 

"Try a smile, babe, and maybe someone will want to get it in." 

"Wow, did you just come over here to be awful?" 

"No, I came over to have fun. Loosen up, have some vodka." She insists. 

"Oh, no, I get it, you came to drink my booze," you accuse. 

"Look, it's hot enough out that I don't need you breathing down my neck. You invited me over," she snips. 

"Regretfully," you tweak your brow. 

"Boo, get you're fucking swimsuit on. I'm dying." She crosses her arms and drags her feet across the floor. She grabs her drink; some strawberry kiwi juice and too much vodka. 

"Why don't you go start?" You ask. "Better than pouting over your drinking problem." 

"Cuntttttt," she growls the last consonant. "Oh, you are the worst." 

"Isn't that why you love me?" You blow her a kiss and skip into your bedroom. 

You better keep up with her so you can put up with her. Vodka and orange juice should do the trick. A little less sickly sweet. You pull out your bikini. The sides of the bottoms are silver hoops and there's another between the bra cups. It's not exactly a nun's habit, is it? Especially with your tits. 

As you come out, you tuck in your left boob, the bigger one. Angelique swirls around her glass before emptying it. It's barely noon. 

"You know, you'll probably be drunk before you even get a tan," you chirp. 

"Probably," she shrugs and spins. "Come on, I'm bored." 

You huff and stomp around her. You pour yourself some vodka then find the carton of orange juice in your fridge. Hm, only enough for one drink. Nice of her to bring mixer for both of you. You dump it in with the vodka and head for the door. 

You grab your sunglasses before you step out into the sunlight. It's blazing hot. You slurp back the orange juice laced with alcohol and look around. You don't have much but it's yours. Somewhat. The sunburnt grass and cracked walkway. That's really the dream home. 

You put down your drink on the folding table under the mailbox and grab the kiddy pool leaning against the siding. Angelique makes no effort to help. You don't expect her too.

You drag it over onto the lawn and go around to unwind the hose. You unwind it and haul it back with you, tugging out the kinks until it reaches the pool. You'd do this all in the backyard but there's too many ant hills. 

You hold the hose and spray it into the plastic pool. As you do, you notice the peculiar dark shape in the next lot; a motorcycle. There's boxes on the other side of the duplex porch. Huh, they must've found a new tenant. 

Angelique pops open a bottle of tanning lotion and generously applies it over her arms and chest. She's shining as she smears it over her sandy skin. You'll put on some actual SPF when you get a minute. 

You wiggle the hose as you grow bored of filling the pool. Your mind wanders. She always has to say something. Always has to embarrass you. Never lets you forget every time you struck out. Well, you're just a little awkward. Maybe you should stop giving a fuck. Like her. 

"Oh, summer feels so good," she struts over with her drink and steps into the pool.

She sits and shivers so her pert tits jiggle. A top like that would do nothing but go missing under your chest. As she reclines and basks in the sunlight, you sigh. 

"Gee, Ang, thanks for all your help." 

"No problem, girly." She smirks and bends her leg, swaying it as you notice the neighbours across the street gawking. The two pot-bellied men who meet up to gripe on their lawn chair. Ew. 

You drop the hose in and go back to the porch. You dip inside for your bottle of sunscreen and come back out. You work at rubbing it in. You'll wait a bit before you get in so it doesn't wash off. It's no Hawaiian coast but that small dented pool is your only relief from the summer heat. 

Angelique swishes her second drink in the glass. You don't think she'd help with your back. She's in her own little bubble. As usual. 

You hear the snap of the door behind the wooden crisscross that blocks the other half of the porch. You glance over at the shadow that passes by. The unit's been empty almost since you got there. No tenant stayed longer than a month. 

The man tramps down his stairs and to the motorcycle leaning on its kickstand. He digs around in the saddle bags then turns. As he does, you catch his eye and give a half-smile. You wave weakly as he keeps going. Oh. 

You blink and look at Angelique. She's completely unaware; of your new neighbour or her audience. Two teen boys pass by in a not so subtle detour from their side of the street. You grimace but they're not looking at you. 

You turn the bottle in your hands. That man. He's kinda handsome, if he is a bit older. His long hair is a mix of fading brown and grey. His beard is seasoned with silver and his blue eyes shine boldly. And his jawline. That's to die for.  

Why had you been so hung up on boys your own age? 

The thought make you cringe. Are you serious? Angelique is right. You're too desperate. 

“Anj,” you approach the pool. 

“If you’re not offering to refill my drink, I don’t want to hear it.” Her eyes are closed behind the dark lenses. 

“Why are we friends again?” You mutter. 

She just giggles and finishes her drink. Nope. If she wants more, she can get it. You spin away and catch sight of that man again. 

Your new neighbour grabs a box from the stack on the front porch. You step up to the property line and smile. He doesn’t notice you as he disappears inside. 

There’s not much. The boxes are dusty, marked with the logos of the local storage facility, and his motorcycle is the only other thing there. He must’ve had the stuff dropped off. 

He emerges again and you wave, “uh, excuse me? Hi. Neighbour?” 

He pauses and his shoulders tense. He faces you slowly. His left arm is covered in ink. The patterns are intricate. His other arm is marked with scars. 

You introduce yourself as you sidle up the property line. He stares. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” You say. He still doesn’t answer. “What’s your name?” 

He looks up then back at you. “Bucky,” he grits out. His voice is sexy. 

“Oh, Bucky? That’s cute,” you say. “Say, neighbour, can I ask a favour? I’ll bring you a casserole for your trouble.” 

He considers you, “don’t gotta do that.” He crosses his arms. His biceps bulge and so do your eyes. He is built. 

“Oh, but I wouldn’t mind, it’s just...” you peek over your shoulder at Angelique as she lazes in the water. The sun beats down on you hotly and sweat beads on your nape. You look at Bucky. “I can’t reach my back.” You show the bottle of sunscreen and smile sheepishly. “Could I get a hand?” 

He grumbles and tilts his head. He looks you up and down. 

“I really don’t wanna burn. It’s so hot out.” You plead. 

Reluctantly he unfolds his arms and comes down the porch steps. He approaches and his chest decompresses visibly as he exhales. He extends his palm to you. You press the bottle into it. 

“Thanks!” You let go and shimmy then turn your back to him. 

There’s a moment before the lid clicks. He still doesn’t speak. You hear the lotion squirt and brace yourself. He smears it, barely touching you. As the lotion only slides over your skin, he sighs. He shifts and rubs it in more firmly. You push back against his strength, arching your back just slightly. 

Your heart races. His hesitance is disappointing. You know you’re not ugly. The reasons you got for your many rejections were that you didn’t want a one-night stand or you insisted on protection. It’s not too much to ask for. You really don’t think it’s your looks. 

“All done,” he says. 

The lid snaps shut loudly. 

You face him, your bikini top stretching dangerous as your chest bounces. His eyes flick down briefly. You nearly laugh. It’s a nice reassurance. 

“Thanks, Bucky,” you smile. 

He grumbles again and hands you back the bottle. Your cheeks are on fire. He’s so hot. He’s got that definition that makes you all fuzzy. You bet he knows exactly what to do. 

“So if you need anything, I’m just next door,” you point to your side of the duplex. “Oh, and I don’t mind noise. At all.” 

He nods. You wring your hands around the bottle. 

“But you know, if you do, I can be quiet,” you say, realising the double meaning only as your words hang between you. 

His brows rise and he dips his chin again. He turns and stalks away. He’s busy. You’re bothering him. You’ll try again when he’s not unpacking. 

Your eyes linger on his bike. That might be good place to start. It’s all harmless. You’re being a good neighbour. 

You go to your own side of the porch and put the bottle on the top step. You go to the pool and poke Angelique with your toe. “Move over.” 

She snorts but gives you room. You get in, arms around the edge, feet up on the other. She giggles. 

“What?” 

“He’s a bit... ancient,” she flips her sunglasses up and gives you a pointed look. 

“Whatever,” you shrug. 

“Even so... he’s in good shape,” she sits up slight, flattening her hands against the bottom of the pool. “Hmmm... maybe you might have a chance with the old man.” 

“You’re such a bitch,” you growl. 

“No, really. Do you think you do?” She asks. 

You furrow your brow and search her face, “why?” 

“Oh, it could be fun. How about a bet?” 

“A bet?” 

“Sure, you know, we’re going down to the beach. Got that old house by the shore and there’s only so many spots. You could have one if you can reel him in. No virgins on vacation,” she taunts. 

“Fuck, I hate you,” you sneer. 

“You love me and I know for a fact, you don’t have a chance of seeing the beach if you don’t come so...” 

You take a breath and peer over as your neighbour swings the door open once more. He’s entirely undistracted as he lifts another box. Your stomach swims with nerves. You can flirt; it’s that next thing you never got the hang over. But so far, he’s not even flirting. 

“Guaranteed?” You arch a brow in her direction. 

“Promise. It’ll give you something to talk about.” She cranes to watch, “you better hope his dick still works.” 

[valentine-cafe]

A red velvet cheesecake please! (reader is nb amab)

Okay so, (Incubus) Reader fucking Rishen and him using reader's horns as handle bars to grab onto😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

˖⁺. “ fuck you like an animal ! ” : 

﹙ top gn amab incubus reader x bottom mad scientist ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . verse 209 rishen x gn amab reader !! 🍒 : ﹙ mad scientist ˖ spider-moth-mantis monster ˖ yandere ˖ villain character ﹚

you're an incubus fucking your beloved mad scientist - who is most pretty when all he can do is grip onto your horns 

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ handjob ˖ rough sex ˖ penetrative sex ˖ whiney rishen ˖ multiple orgasms ˖ praise ˖ messy sex | wc : 0.8k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: anon I love you forever with this ask because I have been WAITING for the inhuman readers to 

꒰  other treats : guidelines ˖ m.list ˖ characters ˖ our lore  ꒱

You breathe in the pretty man below you, his pretty hole wrapped around you so tightly as your hard dick plummets into it over and over again. Thrusts growing so shallow he can barely stay conscious.

Of course he is going to grip onto your horns! The way the pink walls of his tight ass nurses at the veins of the cock that fucks it has his head spinning. So he had to find a way to stay up and supported.

“Ghngh- —- Yeah, that’s it, Takin’ it s’ fuckin’ well.” Your grunt makes his back arch, left hand tugging at your horn in a way that forces your head backwards, tilted to the lift. And so the pace becomes almost punishing, you and him have a little pact that the more he looks away the harder you fuck.

“M—hah- d-dios- di-ios— Ngnh- A-ah p-por favor—” Such sweet stammers, A melody to fill the beautifully sleek black room. The red curtains swaying from side to side as the breeze of the night air grows stronger. He had forgotten to close the window during sleep. And so, you had snuck in. Why not?

You had been trying to get to him all day. The failed attempts of throwing him over his work desk. . . the fucking interruptions of his useless employees swarming him for questions, about work, deadlines, sick leaves, and the usual bullshit— Each and everytime was just about getting to the nearest shadow to hide away in.

He had riled you up on purpose as well.

Soft croons, empty promises, light touches that were barely there. He drove you insane and he did it on purpose. To think a mere mortal as him could catch the attention of you like that. You let him have you crazy and desperate for him.

Well, you suppose. He was not just any mortal. Most of his variants were quite the delicacies as well, they certainly were no ordinary ordeal. But your point still stood. How dare he be the one to rile you up when it should be the other way around.

“C’mon Rishen huh? Look at me.” With a fist full of curly locks held tight in a demonic hand. You yank his head back up to look directly into your eyes.

You weren’t even breaking a sweat, nor anywhere near as exhausted as he was.

Yet knowledge upon the table. So obvious people could smell it from miles away. You were an incubus, to lose stamina right away would be some mystical phenomenon unheard of!

The scientist below you whimpers as a slew of cum spurts out of his weeping dick. Such a pitiful sight you simply must squeeze your fingers around his tip to draw a bit more out. Before you continue the torturous handjob you have him receive. Your hand tight around his shaft, pumping hard and fast.

“S— Sooo Go-ood!” He cries, gripping onto you tight. “M-mgh— D-dear- m-more!”

The whimpers and moans muffle when your tongue steals them away. Hot lips crashing down on his, while his hands move down to the base of your horns to push you closer too. Hips weakly meeting rough ones.

Each forceful slap of your balls against his plush ass makes the skin ripple, the addicting sound going straight to your head and urging you on. Your hot cum plugging him to the brim. Squirting out onto your cock after each of your new release now.

“Yeah? Yeah? Is the pretty slut begging? Y-yeah— o-o-oh p-please— please f-fuck m-m-e.” The mocking pulls a dragged moan out of him, loud and vibrating in his throat, as he comes and momentarily blacks out, his eyes wide and mouth wide agape.

“Thas’ it— That’s it theeeere we go, atta boy.”

For a short moment, you pull out of him. His hands removed from your horns, as you flip him onto his right, getting up behind him and lifting up his leg as far as possible. While your other hand moves to press against his pelvis.

Just to tease him, and think everything is over, you wait for him to wake up. His slurred speech incoherent and gibberish at this point.

A moan rips through the room when you slam yourself inside of him again and fuck harder than you have this entire session. Your teeth wrapping around his neck like a beautiful necklace for him to wear.

“A-gnh— a-aaah- ah-Ah-ah!” Weak moans follow along with the claps of skin against skin and the wet, squelching that his sore ass manages.

The laughs rumbling out of you vibrate throughout the room, seeping into the corners of the room and out of the window. Back into the night.

All it takes is a simple press on his abdomen, and he is gone. Cum squirting out of his throbbing dick multiple times until he is spent.

And once he has gone cold fully, you leave him in his bed for his husband to find and clean up. Covered in his own cum mixed with yours.

﹙ taglist. ﹚: | get tagged for specific posts

﹙ tip jar. ﹚: like our work? consider suporting us 𖹭 

[rainbowpopeworld]

My first ever work in progress post😊

Image key (left to right and top to bottom): 1. final(ish?) face drawing 2. reference photo, zoomed in 3. through 5. different phases with the earlier further down 6. an apple that I first tried this technique on 7. full reference photo

So! I decided to experiment with a new technique for drawing on procreate. Basically, I am just drawing little blobs of color for each tiny color difference and then smudging them together where they meet. Kind of like paint by numbers but no guidelines other than the still photo itself.

That means for all of these, except for the most recent one that looks the most finished, I was still effectively tracing. For the final one, I was looking at the photo and then adjusting the shading myself without a guideline. It’s obviously a lot more time intensive then just tracing the outlines of things 😂😅 but now I have proof of concept for myself. I initially started trying this with an apple but then my ADHD got a bit bored so I switched to Aziraphale.

I am learning a lot about color and shading! I do not know if I’m gonna have the patience to try this technique with the wings though 😂 When I’m done, I will post the finished product and the time lapse video of what I did. It’s gonna be really long though because this has a lot of individual strokes. Maybe I’ll be able to figure out how to shorten it or only show part of it. 



[icyg4l]

PAC: What Do Your Passed On Loved Ones Admire About You?

Hello beautiful people! Today's reading will be a lot more serious than normal so this is a warning for those who will get emotionally triggered. Your passed on loved ones are with you always! I am simply just passing on the message. My condolences to those who have lost a loved one in their lifetime. If you are interested in this reading, please don't be afraid to dm me so that you can book with me! Be sure to refer to my guidelines and dm me if you have any questions. Without further ado, please pick the image that resonates with you the most.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-6)

Pile One: Tenacity and strength are the first characteristics that come to mind. Your passed on loved one wants you to know that your childlike innocence is a gift not a curse. This could be your uncle. You are someone that can get the truth out of everyone simply because you know what to say. There’s not a lot that you have to say either. You’re quite the persuasive being. They also admire how level-headed you are. Some of your loved ones were more on the fiery side and because of that, they wish they could have been more balanced with their temperament when they were still here. However, this does not mean that you back down to a fight. You know when to open your mouth to protest against the injustices of the world. You have an undying love for humanity, nature and animals. You are so sensitive and precious to your loved ones. You also know when you’ve made a mistake. Your passed on loved ones see you as their Princess Diana. You’re kind and loving to all, but you fight when your back is against the wall or when others are being judged.

Cards Used: 6 of Cups, 7 of Wands, The Magician, 9 of Discs, Princess of Discs, 3 of Discs.

extras: blue ribbon ice cream. no limits. satisfaction guaranteed. mild. “there’s a lesson in everything.” monthly visits. crown. like mike (2002). lesbian. learning accommodations.

Pile Two: “You’re so cool” is the first thing that I heard. You are someone who is the standard. You are the Beyonce of your family. People try to impress you because you’re just that girl/guy/enby. You are an angel on earth. I feel like some of you were bullied when you were younger and this person came to your defense. This could have been an older sibling/cousin, maybe your mother who was younger than most. But you did not let these traumatic events harden you. You grew into a beautiful person. This pile as a whole went through a lot of back-to-back trauma in their lives but your passed on loved one wants you to know that they admire your peaceful approach to life. You are someone that is easy to bond with. I feel like you choose not to drink when the opportunity is presented because you have a bit of a temper when drunk. Your passed on loved one could have been the same way. You also have a fair way of viewing things. You try not to be biased when shown two sides of the story. You consider everything. You value the truth and the moral of the situation. Your integrity matters, Pile Two. Your passed on loved one wants you to continue to be this way.

Cards Used: Knight of Wands, Temperance, The Moon, 4 of Swords, Death, King of Swords, 6 of Discs.

extras: wet shirt. pushya moon. water sign. effervescent. sniffing flowers. moniker. “grown man.” glow. party pants. amazon. purify. NBA roster. sims 4 gaming channel. kawaii.

Pile Three: You are so humble, dear. Your passed on loved ones really admired your ability to talk to anyone. You never felt like you were above anyone. You treat everyone with the respect they deserve. You have stripped yourself down to the point where everyone can see through you clearly. You do not have to depend on material things to make up your self-concept. Your vulnerability is beautiful. It’s not a level of self-awareness that everyone can achieve. Some people may try to make you feel bad for where you come from but you carry yourself with nonchalance. That saying about sticks and stones is personified. Your passed on loved ones admire how you stay out of the way. “This is a crazy world” I heard. It feels like this is an elder talking to you. They believe that you will do big things in this world despite how little you have come from. You were not set up for failure. You have the tools to improve your situation.

Cards Used: The Star (RX), 6 of Cups, The Hermit, The High Priestess, Princess of Discs, Wheel of Fortune.

extras: neck tattoo. “kiss the ring.” ring around the rosie. martian. elephant in the room. malleable. solar system. troubleshoot. best buy. filled gas tank. empty condom box. snoring. aaliyah.

Pile Four: Your passed on loved one admires you in totality. This is your lover, could have been your fiance/fiancee. This also could have been your best friend. They miss your scent. They miss being in your presence, period. They love the shape of your eyes. They love the way you smile and tilt your head downward. You have this unexplainable quality about you that lights up the room. They know that life is different without them but they want you to keep going. Your go-getter, flirtatious nature is admirable as well. You have this lust for life that everyone should have. Your lover misses your physical touch. Your ability to get up every morning and go to sleep at night makes them want to come back down to Earth temporarily. Your person could have had some egotistical qualities about themselves but they love that you loved them with all your heart. They see you as their other half. They want to reunite with you in another life. This story is to be continued, my love.

Cards Used: Princess of Swords, 9 of Wands, 4 of Cups, King of Wands, 2 of Cups, The Lovers.

extras: eartha kitt. purr. austin powers costumes. chapell roan. meeting in college. musical.ly.

Pile Five: You take pride in your appearance. You stay in the gym to keep your figure right. You get your nails and hair done. You pick out the right colors for your wardrobe. You stay on top of your shit. But you also have this side to you that is in tune with the world around you. You have the perfect amount of both feminine and masculine energy to them. Are you a lawyer or social justice advocate? Your passed on loved one wants you to know that you can do all. You’re living proof that anything can happen. This feels like a male’s energy. He was a dominating force in the household and he was young. This could be your father or older brother. They are smiling down on how you have manifested everything that you two talked about. They were there in spirit when you made history/reached a milestone. They also admire how you keep in touch with family even after their death. They admire how you keep your promises even if it’s something that you don’t want to do. You need to learn to ask for help though and stop being so stubborn. They appreciate the altar you dedicated to them. If not, you need to. It would strengthen the relationship between the two of you.

Cards Used: Ace of Cups, The Emperor, Queen of Cups, Justice, The Star, 10 of Wands, 10 of Cups.

extras: quen blackwell. new workout plan (2004). ari fletcher. olivia pope. kpop bias. fallen curtain. sweeping feet.

Pile Six: When I pulled for you, I thought of the movie ‘Paid in Full’. Whoever your loved one is, they lived a dangerous/risky life at some point. But they admire how cutthroat you are. You get stuff done. You keep stuff moving. Your passed on loved one says that you have their swag. You have a lot of mental energy. You’re smart, both book and street smart. Your loved one says to stay safe and live life to the fullest; but also live it the clean way. They like how you stay outside in nature with the wildlife. I feel like you are the breadwinner or you at least have a lot of money saved up. You are attempting to gain financial stability at a young age and I can hear claps because of that, lol. Along with your practical side, they admire your outlook on life. You try to be as fiscal as possible but you also try to enjoy the fruits of your labor. You will party with a lot of people. I feel like your person was kind of uptight. I feel like you never miss a chance to make money. You’re a “hustler”, just like your loved one. This person feels like an uncle, a cousin, maybe your father.

Cards Used: King of Discs, King of Wands, 2 of Swords, King of Swords, 7 of Swords, Queen of Discs.

Extras: “keep it in the family.” “no one knows.” pork rinds. round glasses. beeper. shady business. groupme. “out of line.” solo dolo. throwback. paying tribute.

[sebastianseancrowart]

Did I do screen cap redraws of a show I haven’t seen? Yes, yes I did, but he’s my baby boy blue so it doesn’t matter.

Left image is the full page and you really see the difference between putting down a complete structure and essentially going in with only marker. Top right corner has Nightcrawler smiling all in marker. The eyes a little small, the mouth is too low, but my guidelines were all in marker.

Right image has a close up of the bottom left corner of the left image, showing Nightcrawler looking over his shoulder to smile at the viewer. The proportions are much better here and in the next image as I laid down the whole basic structure with a blue pencil first.

Center image is a close up of the bottom right which shows Nightcrawler from the front smiling again but with a closed mouth this time. This one the photo was taken before I finished coloring it in.

These are the screen caps and I put them in the order the pics from my sketchbook are.

[emily-axford]

hello! just wondering if you know of a tutorial for the lines going through gifs? and getting them all to match up? like in these sets /post/714978685858496512 and /post/733101286452559872 also are they overlays or how did you make them? thank you in advance!

hey! so, i've attempted to show you with a little tutorial on how i made lines like the ones here and here, i've not seen one around myself and decided to try this out one day and it didn't go too badly so, i hope this makes sense and helps. so, i'll be explaining and showing you how i did the lines on these gifs:

now, firstly i'm going to assume you know the basics and can create/colour etc a gif, you'll need your base gif ready to go. in this example i've flattened them to frames, but you can do this in timeline as well.

step one: add a new layer on top of the gif/smart object, and set up your brush ready. i personally have used 2px brush, 100px hardness, 100px smoothing and 75% flow;

the flow is the main thing i think that is more down to personal preference, it affects how the line draws/moves and will be down to a little bit of trial and error - i've added below how the lines look at difference levels of flow (no other setting from the above has changed just the flow)

step two: decide where you want your lines to link, i've always done from the centre of the gif but you could want your lines to meet up 100px from the left at the top and exit the gif 100px from the right at the bottom. no matter what, the best thing to do here is to add guides to your gifs. as i'm just going straight from the centre to the centre for every gif i add a guideline at 270px

step three: i recommend testing this all out on a separate canvas first to play around and see how you want your line to look etc, but when you're ready you're good to go. start from when the guideline is and draw your line until where you want it to end, the best way to show you this is on video so i've screen recorded the whole process.

it's honestly pretty straight forward, so i hope this all makes sense, and just have fun with it, i love messing around and drawing 30 versions of the same line until i'm happy with it!!

ALSO, in case you were wondering about the final gif in the wheel of time set, the moving line, that was simply an overlay from this video that i set to screen so the black background disappeared leaving just the line (i stretched/rotated/moved it around get it to start and end where i wanted it to! i just played around with the line thickness when drawing my lines to match as best i could with the line in the overlay!

[freckleslikestars]

Hi! I was wondering if you’d be up to share how you made the before and after slider on this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/freckleslikestars/780305824654540800/before-after-gif-colouring-challenge

It’s really cool! Thank you!

Aww thank you so much! I literally had a dream about doing this two weeks ago, and when @sophsun1 tagged me I was like "oh my gosh lets try it!"

Now, before we start, I'm going to assume basic knowledge of gif making, colouring, etc. I'm using Adobe Photoshop 2025, but you should be able to adapt the steps for pretty much any software that has a timeline and allows for vector masks.

Once you understand key frames and vector masks, it's super easy to do!

First, we're going to open our gif in video timeline view, with our colouring already done. (My colouring is all in "Group 1")

Next, I converted the footage to a smart object, leaving the colouring as it's own independant group. This isn't technically necessary, but I do this to a) apply sharpening and b) so my layers tab is less cluttered. This is normally also where I'd make sure my image size is correct (I do 540X400 pixels) but I forgot so I did that later on this one.

At this point, I turned some guides on and, using the rectangle tool, drew a rectangle that was around the size of the canvas, clicked to the last column on the right hand side.

The next step is to turn it into a vector mask. With command held down on a mac (I think it's alt on windows, but don't quote me on that) drag the rectangle layer onto the colouring group layer. It will fill in the whole canvas with colour.

Delete the rectangle layer, so that you're just left with the gif itself and the colouring layer with the rectangle vector mask over the top.

Next we're going to animate it, so you need to open the dropdown for the colouring layer on the timeline, and you'll want to scroll down to where it says Vector Mask Position

Making sure your playhead is at the very beginning of the gif, click on Vector Mask Position and drop a keyframe. Then, move your playhead to the very end of your gif and drop another keyframe - at this point you don't need to move the vector mask at all.

The next thing you need to do is find the middle of your gif - this doesn't need to be overly precise, particularly with longer gifs, but the precision means that the vector mask moves at the same spead both ways. Drop another keyframe there.

With the playhead over the keyframe, select the vector mask on the layers panel and using the move tool, move it across to the first column on the left. I personally prefer to use my arrow keys to just nudge it left, rather than faffing about with clicking and dragging.

If you were to export it at this point, it would be perfectly fine, you'd get the moving vector mask to show the before and after, which has a pretty cool aesthetic all of it's own. But lets add some details to make it look like a before and after sample image.

I started by adding the BEFORE and AFTER - I used Adobe Clean as my font, but font choice is really personal preference. I just centred them in the bottom left and right squares of my guidelines. I then drew a white line, using the line tool, down where the divide is, added a couple of rounded arrows (and lowered their opacity), and merged the three of them together (keeping the text separate).

Then I simply followed the same steps to add key frames to the line in the same places as I did with the vector mask, making sure that the centre one was nudged to the location for the vector mask on the centre key frame.

Export as usual and et voila!

Something to note is that this effect works better with longer gifs. As you'll see, this X Files gif was a touch too short, and so the slider feels a little too rushed:

Also, if you're wanting all of the sliders to move at the same time/speed, you're going to want to make sure all of your gifs are the same length, which I didn't do because I'd had a long day and I was procrastinating from postgrad work for an assessment I have tomorrow. Which is incidentally what I'm also doing right now.

Anyway, there you have it! Super simple when you know how! If you have any further questions, don't hesitate to ask! :)

[soyouwinagain]

You could have already posted it and I completely missed it, but did you finish your quilt?! The last update I remember was the hand quilting? For someone who never quilted before and just had the belief in themselves, you did amazing!

I haven’t, actually! I spent the first couple of weeks of July traveling/with buddies and have been working 6 day weeks since so I just haven’t had the energy to pick it back up 😔 this week was the first time where I’ve felt like sewing again but it’s been so fucking hot I can’t imagine having a warm blanket in my lap for extended periods of time (28 degrees indoors really isn’t it lmao)

here’s the most recent (decent) photo on my phone:

the BC (top left) sunset & ocean are done, I’ve made a path through the forest and stitched my three BC besties in there. the Arctic panel (cut off on the right) is done for now

for the Prairies (bottom) I used the cross stitch hoop to draw guidelines for a crop circle and have started on the fields but there’s not much progress made there yet… still no clue what I’m doing for the Maritimes & I have a plan for Ontario but it might be too ambitious

I reallyreally want to get back to it soon!!!! at some point next week it’s supposed to cool down a little, so hopefully then! (or I’ll just sweat)

OH RIGHT ALSO I don’t think I ever talked about this here?? but I made the BC panel twice because the dimensions of the first one were off and I actually turned the original into a pillowcase!!! it was my first experience with a zipper and I’m really happy with how it turned out (I followed suzyquilt’s quilted zipper pillow tutorial)!!!!

[rook-o-nines]

Robert McKee's Thematic Square: My Analysis

I've been doing some research lately on story structures. This article by Campfire was great for giving me a basic summary at a cursory glance of a lot of different kinds! However, I felt stumped by Robert McKee's Thematic Square.

It's described as more of a writing guideline for character work than precisely a structure, especially useful for pantsers. I'm mostly a plotter, but I was still intrigued! I'll take any tool I can get for character writing!

But the explanation given here, along with other, contradictory descriptions I found elsewhere, left me feeling confused and frustrated. So, I tried my hand at breaking it down! I don't expect my understanding to explain it perfectly either; it might miss the mark. However, I hope this can be a useful writing tool on its own, if not for understanding McKee's work!

Okay, so this is Campfire's graphic of the Thematic Square. Since it is arranged like a graph, I did what I love best: turn it into a Punnett square/alignment chart!

The horizontal axis should be understood as "Morality" or "Honesty". The Thematic Square gets really into another literary concept, which is the idea of characters believing in the "Truth" or the "Lie". The Truth is a fundamental idea about the universe which generally works as a moral principle to live by and is supported by objective evidence. The Lie is a misunderstanding about the universe, whether that be accidental (such as due to trauma or prejudice) or intentional (for selfish gain or willful ignorance). The left side of this chart should be labelled under Truth, while the right side of this chart should be labelled under Lie.

The vertical axis should be understood as "Proactivity" (or something similar I can't think of a good title for this axis pls send help lol). Essentially, characters are either active (acting on their beliefs first) or passive/reactive (only acting on their beliefs if provoked or engaged with, sometimes not feeling very strongly about their beliefs). The top half of this chart should be labelled under Active, while the bottom half of this chart should be labelled under Passive.

Following along so far? Take a minute to make sure you understand before continuing, and please don't be afraid to ask questions about my crack theory lmao.

Okay, now that we have our axes set up, we can cross them and see what we find in each box!

In the Positive quadrant is the cross of Active and Truth. Characters in this corner understand a fundamental, moral truth about the universe, and act on it accordingly. Be the change you want to see in the world! These are commonly known as "heroes" around these parts. Under ideal circumstances, they're even our paragons of virtue (Overly Sarcastic Productions ftw), such as Captain America or Superman. They believe in the right thing to do, so they do it.

In the Contradictory quadrant is the cross of Active and Lie. These are our antagonists, often even our villains. These characters don't understand the truth about their world, but they act just as much as the heroes do. They perpetuate dangerous and false beliefs, in direct opposition to the protagonists.

In the Contrary quadrant is the cross of Passive and Truth. This corner had always been described as the "path of least resistance", or as I like to think of it, "centrism" (pls don't take that too seriously lol). Characters here may understand the truth of their world, but they aren't really going to do anything about it. If it's not convenient to them, they can understand all they want, but they won't enforce their beliefs or be much help. It can be tempting for protagonists to take this path when the going gets tough, because they can still claim their morals without actually having to put up a resistance against the antagonists.

In the Negation quadrant is the cross of Passive and Lie. I like to think of protagonists who fall into this as those experiencing their "eleventh hour". It's the combo punch of allowing the worst to happen, and believing that evil must be the only way. Resistance is not only inconvenient, but futile, so what's the point in trying to push for a naive belief? These characters allow the evil force to wash over them and win (even if only temporarily).

I am now also of the opinion that, unless something really dramatic happens, characters should not be able to move "diagonally" across the board. I suppose a huge revelation of some kind could be enough to shake people from one corner to the complete opposite one in short time, though!

Essentially, if you want to break a character down from the Positive quadrant, you first must get them to become Passive, then introduce the idea that the Lie is correct. Show them both at the same time, and they'll probably reject that direction. As for your writing, making both occur at the same time would come off as forced. If you really want to make them go from hero to zero, you can complete the negative character arc with them ending up in the Contradictory quadrant.

Likewise, I think a villain on a redemption arc is likely to go from Active and Lie, to Passive and Lie, to Passive and Truth, then end on Active and Truth (it does not have to work that simply or linearly ofc).

The main instance I can think of a character jumping from one Active quadrant to the other (Truth to Lie or Lie to Truth) is if being Proactive is more important as a value to them than being Honest.

My favorite example of this is Sevika from Arcane! She starts on the "good guys'" side, working as a henchman to the boss trying to bring peace to their people. But when he doesn't act the way she thinks he should, she switches teams without much internal conflict about the morality of it. She wants change, which means her most important value is being Active, not with Truth or Lie. That's such a specific case, however, I struggle to think of many other characters (especially non-henchman kinds) that fit this paradigm shift!

In any case, those are my thoughts on the matter! I really wanted to understand this Thematic Square. I'm not sure I still do as McKee intended. However, I feel I've learned a lesson about carving my own path to understanding and relating my new ideas to stories I know! Hopefully someone else can make sense and use of my ramblings too lol. Thx for reading!

[ccannadyarts102-003]

Since my last post regarding ARTS 102 I have gotten more used to using technology as the main art form. Ive always been better with illustrator but things have updated. I’m still following a concept of each project like I’m used to, just focusing more on the guide lines and not straying away from the path. I always wanna make sure my work doesn’t just look nice but captures the eye and it visual appealing and really speaks not just to me but hopefully to the viewers as well; an “artistic” statement. In this past weeks reading for ARTS 102 something Pierre di Scuillo stated spoke out to be, “my goal is often to delight the eye and stimulate the voice.” This statement is close enough to the goal that I’ve set for myself. The picture I paired with this post is some stuff I’ve been working on since last. The top ones are from color and composition, which I’m throughly enjoying as well. I’m getting to create beautiful colors from scratch and how colors work together. Definitely will help when it comes to painting. But I included these two because before starting a project used my iPad first to create the color hues; kind of like a guideline before I used real paint. I used illustrator just as I am in this class as well. Just shows also how technology has evolved and become so useful in art. The bottom picture are projects (somewhat done) from this class ARTS102, the left was our last project, project number two. Which was create a typographic abstraction that would eventually become a collaborative piece with the class. I followed the guidelines, but I definitely believed I could of pushed it more; something as simple as either changing the typeface or zooming in close to one spot. But I believe I did well and I had fun with it, definitely bothered my ocd a bit. A part of the reading talked about typographic and logos, so I found something they Mark Fox said about symbols, “ a symbol suggest rather that depicts;it represents not only itself, but also some large, external narrative.” he had a bunch more to say about logos, symbols, typographic etc; that i felt really fit with this project. Last screenshot in the right is a project we just started, just some sketched thumbnails for the GoTv + the great idea poster; I chose the quote that follows the guideline , “our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter” by MLK. I felt it spoke to myself personally and was the best to pick for this project tying into the next election and going out and voting. I got kinda stuck on the thumbnail sketched , so im hoping more idea will come to be soon enough. #arts102 

[vampiretendencies]

wonder how i got by this week, i only touched you once

authors note; hi! this is my first but also not really my first jj piece. i had an old account here but i deleted it over a year ago, however my love for obx has not changed which explains why i am back lols. i am just testing the waters again here, and letting my thoughts go. i also proofread but sometimes not well enough so you may come across an error or two. gif and divider creds to owner. & feel free to send asks, guidelines for those are coming soon.

warnings; fluff, very clingy!jj, & language

summary; if jj could sow his skin to yours, he would.

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

an imprint.

you were sure that was all that was going to be left of you on that twin mattress. not that you were deemed in your last moments of life or anything, but because your boyfriend’s grasp on you in his sleep is not suitable for the weak. it should be described as something resembling a death grip. body tinging with restlessness & the mere moments of having laid here wide away for the past two hours. jj’s body heat radiating onto you at a battle with the sun, that is currently piercing through jj’s bedroom window at the chateau. who knew delirium would gather as quickly as it did, every time you peered toward the bathroom you swore it got three feet farther. hair plastered to the sides of your face, you huffed out of frustration.

jj was damn near on top of you. legs wrapped miraculously around yours, twisting and tangling themselves together. his black boxers riding low, as his waste lovingly crushed yours. the sleep weight of him, was like jj plus two. not to be dramatic but you were gasping for air at one point. his top half, guided by his bottom half. skin sticking to skin, whilst you glistened with sweat, jj somehow still had features like that of angel. well, pardoning the snoring. the abs of his stomach glided against your ribs, hanging onto you as if you’d be gone with one goodbye. the tips of his disheveled blonde locks tickled your temple. mouth slack open, roaring desperately into your ear.

what anyone would be thinking right now is, why not just fucking get up ?

two issues with that. the stickiness of your skin unattaching itself from his was sure to wake him up. anytime you made something even resembling a movement he found a way to force you close into him. and he would never let your hear the end of it, he’d make certain to whine and complain all day about “how you wouldn’t love him back” or some shit like that. he’s definitely more dramatic than you, however this was not cuddling. this was a bear hugging a tree and you were his tree to mangle and rip apart whenever he saw fit.

the other issue being, jj’s room has miscellaneous trash littering the entirety of it. in an instant, if your leg were to loom over the side of jj’s bed the crackling of a beer can or a water bottle was going to crush beneath your foot.

“fuck me,” you silently cursed yourself.

nearly approaching three pm, is what jj’s alarm clock read. you still to this day wonder why such an unproductive, procrastinating type person has the need for one, but that’s just jj.

you’d decided you couldn’t bear taking it anymore, combination of hot breath shelling your ear mixed with the stench of muggy air. you craved a shower, brushing your teeth, to piss for Christ’s sake, and your personalized skin care routine if you could muster up enough time to do so …

wriggling a tad, you pulled back the limp limb that is his arm which has been thrown over your neck for best part of his slumber. jj being a light sleeper, it was stupid of you to even attempt. within milliseconds his arm is thrown over your collar bone, whisping you into him once again. out of instinct a minuscule peck was placed to your ear lobe, his breaths interrupted by your movement. a faint grumble between his lips, signaling for you to keep your ass still.

but, you simply could not. you were going to get up, and you refused to feel horrid for it because jj has had well over his ‘must have’ eight hours of sleep.

“j,” you gulped. contemplating today’s reaction of the constant battle, you blink slowly awaiting his response.

a hm escaped jj’s lips, barely awake but staying awake because his girl never deserved to be ignored.

“let me up,” on the brink of a demand, his eyes opened fully at that, furrowing eyebrows out of frustration.

jj wanted you to save him until the both of you were buried alive. he hungered to be inside of your skin. the true depth of being his girlfriend, you already acknowledged those things. there’s no showering alone, there’s no eating alone, no going to the bathroom alone, you don’t remember the last time you did your own makeup alone. he knew that if he was going to be with someone it could not be just anyone, the dynamic had to work. he was aware of his neediness and constant clinging, you were as well, before you even begun dating you had the willingness to admit you always had a soft spot for jj. you weren’t sure if it was the empath in you and the sheerness of being a human being. he’d been abandoned and abused since he was young, you wouldn’t be the one to return the favor.

the both of you just work.

it makes sense that the passion and the ethereal ache for want has never left, loves you just the same as the day he met you in eighth grade.

bringing him to his now decision as to wether or not he wanted to actually let you up or to fuck with you.

“stay with me.”

he uttered; partially truthful, partially not. he despised the feeling of the empty bed settling in if you were to get up, though he’d known you were due for a piss right about now.

“i have to get up, m’all sweaty and you aren’t helping.”

your explanation was understandable, but he still wasn’t having it. an eternity encompassed in your affections was a dream, and living in that dream he would presume possible for as long as you’d allow him.

“suffer a few more minutes.”

“j, i’m serious.”

he edged a tight lipped smile, noticing the eye roll and glistening beauty of your forehead. eyes inspecting you as though it was the first time. your sports bra adorned just how he’d liked, chest rising and falling faster then usual, appearing as if you’d ran a mile and then some. something so sweet about the scent of your skin, he’d breathe in continuously saturating his senses in the symphony that is you.

“what’s a man gotta do for few more minutes hm?”

he’s atop you now, hands at either side of your head. towering over to make eye contact— a sign that you yearned for him as he did you.

staring up at him, a yes is on the tip of your tongue but you’ve sacrificed enough of your day dedicated to cuddling jj. shuffling his weight onto one hand his thumb dusted past your chin and to your cheek bone, trying to lull you back in all at once. tilting your head in a swift movement, he lowers himself itching to press your unearthly soft lips with his. you did not oblige, smashing a hand to his lips.

“you’re not getting a kiss.”

“then you aren’t getting up,” he chimed. “as easy as that, baby.”

“jj! i am hot, and i smell like ass, if you don’t let me up don’t expect a kiss at all.”

you bargained, unable to win this fight you’d be giving in within minutes.

“well, i for one, like hot ass .. your hot ass in particular.”

your throat ran dry, willing to just do it out of desperation for a shower. the feathered blonde of his hair wavered as his head turned about, with the click of his tongue murmuring a muffled tick tock against the back of your hand.

“one fucking kiss jj.”

you’d agreed, hand faintly falling backward as you embraced him. your lips pucker for a slight peck but jj had far more in mind. the peck tainted his lips, the peck was for hurries only. jj ruled this as a no hurry situation though to you it was past a hurry. when you pull away from the peck, jj writhes his hand around your neck gently. wrestling his pair of lips with yours, teeth pulling at your lip for entrance, and you didn’t find yourself pulling away. two tongues swiveling and swirling just the way jj liked. God, he just could not get enough of the way your tongue molded with his. besotted that they fit together just right.

you break the trance, not allowing jj to reel you back in again.

“gotta brush my teeth now, j.”

your voice somewhat pleaded, a small boyish pout forming. groaning and all the extras accompanying jj maybank.

“okay okay, i’ll give you a few.”

rolling off of you, he gave way for you to do all that you pleased. you grinned his way as he sent a toothy one back. you felt free, as you did all the times before you had to force jj off of you. you could move and you did so at a rapid pace, before the whining begun. kicking beer cans out of the way you seemed to take your first step to the bathroom but that is until the palm of jj’s hand collides with the bottom of your ass.

“hurry up, you sexy motherfucker!”

your cheeks tainted red at his outburst, all of the cut could’ve heard it. but you laugh with ease, at your attention seeking boyfriend.

“won’t be long okay?”

you offer him a hug, a show of infatuation; before you were officially off to the bathroom, with intentions of closing the door. he encapsulates you, swallowing you whole with his arms. he peppered multiple kisses to your forehead.

“don’t shower without me, pretty girl.”

[welcomewithmetonight-thechaos]

Last Encounters

on ao3

Inside the house, it is warm, the rooms are heated by whatever technic and lighted by whatever source. The kettle has just finished. Hob Gadling looks up from where he is sitting on the sofa, wrapped in two of his softest blankets. Then he looks back down at the book he is reading. Only twenty words left. He wants to know how the story finishes and it won’t do to wait to read it before he goes to sleep, because he doesn’t plan to go to sleep again. 

His eyes glide off the last sentences and he smiles at it. A happy ending. At the bottom of the page, the last word. Fin. 

No, not yet. He unwraps himself from his cocoon of blankets and moves to the stove, pouring boiling water into a cup that is sitting there, tea bag and milk already in it. He takes the sugar from its place on top of the fridge and adds a spoonful of it to the tea. Stirs.

He stands next to the cup and lets the tea brew, waiting. Five minutes later he takes out the teabag and raises the cup to his lips, takes a sip, burns his tongue, grimaces. He puts it back down and waits for another two minutes.

Then he takes the cup back to the sofa, perfect temperature, perfect taste, and sits back down, cuddling into the blanket, relishing its warmth. Hopefully it is warm where he will go, but one can never be too sure.

He takes his time, drinking the tea, looking around the room, contemplatively. Everything is cleaned up, orderly, as if he was going for vacation. In a way, he is.

He has read every story, lived through everything, seen it all. After humanity, he lived as a mythical giant among tiny orange people for a while, then as the only solid one amongst wiggly blueish persons, then as the only corporeal form amongst hues of intelligent colours. A remnant of an earlier world, unique but never lonely. He is so old now, but he has never become quite tired. He feels a little tired now, but that’s all right, he supposes. The intelligent colours have all died out now, seeing as there was no more light after the last star.

When the cup is empty, he rinses it in the sink, dries in and puts it on its designated place in the cupboard. Then he folds the blankets up, extinguishes all the lights, all but a candle against the darkness, and opens the door, candle in hand.

It is so cold outside. It is cold everywhere but that’s the universe for you, if there’s no sun, no stars. Nothing, except for the house. The house is perched on a rock floating through space, of which there is not much left except the place where it is standing and a few stony meters around it. There used to be flowerbeds and a tree outside, but they have disintegrated over time. There used to be a bar inside the house, too, but Hob replaced it with the living room when his companion, the one he built it for, died. There’s no one in need of bars left, anyway.

The house defies all laws of physics, but Hob has come to the realization that the laws of physics are not so much laws as guidelines centuries ago.

He steps outside.

“I’m ready”, he says. His words don’t echo in space because there is no atmosphere for them to echo in, safe for a few meters around the house.

It doesn’t take a second for Death to appear. Hob has only met her once, after the funeral. Illuminated by the candle, she looks the same now as she did then, curly black hair as unruly as her brother’s used to be so long ago.

“Hello, Hob Gadling”, she says in a kind voice. “It’s been a while.”

“It is an old universe”, he says and gives her a tired smile.

“And you are a stubborn old bastard”, she says and grins at him. “I knew I picked the right person back then. Do you know that you’re the last? You stayed longer than most of my siblings.” She looks a bit sad as she tells him.

“I’m sorry”, Hob says.

“It’s all right”, she replies. “Delirium and Destruction have already been gone for a while. I’ve taken Desire and Despair just this morning, when you woke up content, and Daniel just now, when you decided that you weren’t going to sleep tonight. It’s just you and me now.”

“And Destiny?”, Hob asks.

“Oh, I don’t know”, she says. “I haven’t seen him around. He might be already gone; he might stay here forever. I’m not sure if death even applies to him.”

She turns to look at his house. “Nice place you’ve got here. Put up all the chairs? Turned out the lights?”

Hob nods.

“Less for me to do”, she says cheerfully and from nowhere she pulls out a key and locks the door behind them.

“So, you’re ready to go then?”, she asks and offers Hob her hand.

He hesitates in taking it. “Not really. I’m a bit sad it’s all over now. But I’m looking forwards to seeing Morpheus again. Got a lot of stories to tell him.”

At that she draws back her hand, and sadness creeps upon her face, a tear runs down her cheeks. Suddenly Hob doubts the absence of despair. “Oh Hob”, she says and there’s sadness lingering in her eyes.

“What?” he asks while dread begins to fill the pit of his stomach.

“You’re the last living thing. When you die, there will be no more need for Death. And the Sunless Lands where the dead go, are as much part of me as the Dreaming was part of Dream. When you’re gone, it’s all over.”

He feels like all the remaining air is sucked out from his lungs. His heart shatters in a thousand pieces. Hob can feel the tears rising in his throat and he silently chokes on them. He will not cry, he cannot. If he starts crying how will he ever stop?

So, he is not going to see Morpheus again. He’s not going talk to him again. He had collected so many stories in the knowledge that his friend would love to hear them. How often had he longed to see him again, his marble skin, his eyes with universe in them, hear his deep otherworldly voice. His barely-but-there smile hiding at the corner of his lips like rose petals. But Hob waited too long and it is no one’s fault but his own. That’s alright, he needs to remind himself. There is nothing he can do about it now. It’s fine. It has to be. He always loved life most after all. 

He looks at Death and forces a smile. “You never know, do you?”, he says, refusing to let go of the last, futile threads of hope, “What comes after. Even you don’t know what comes after you.”

Death looks at him in surprise, a kind face at the end. “That I don’t”, she says and when she smiles, it looks almost genuine.

This time, when she offers her hand, Hob takes it without hesitation.

Somewhere, Destiny turns the last page of his book. Fin, it reads.

...

An empty universe, no universe. Neither black nor white as there is no one to observe it’s colours.

Destiny turns another page.

From nowhere, dust rises, starts bundling together. Two specks of dust circle each other, swirling, swirling. Round and round they go, one a deep black, one a hopeful golden, edging closer, closer still, infinitesimally closer, as drawn towards each other by an invisible force. At last, they collide. Not with a bang, because there is not one there yet to hear it. But there will be.

Page 1, it reads in Destiny’s book. When one universe dies, it is reborn.

[buckyownsmylife]

You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar​ for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

[icyg4l]

PAC: Messages from Your Deceased Queer Loved One

Hello beautiful people! Happy Pride Month! This month has come to an end quickly, but we live on forever! I wanted to dedicate this reading to the people we have lost in the LGBTQ+ community to violence, suicide, illnesses and more. They deserve to live long lives without disruption. As the small pieces of progress rise, there comes more regression which is why it is important to emphasize the safety of queer people everywhere. Any queer person you have felt a personal connection to will be sought out for insight through my True Heart Tarot Deck. Rest in peace to the beautiful angels that have suffered on this Earth. Let’s hope that they have a peaceful afterlife. 

Before I make my temporary departure from this community, I feel that it is important for me to give you guys a proper goodbye. I will drop a couple more PACs before this month ends. But I want to remind you all that I have a Five Dollar Friday Sale coming on this Friday! If you are interested in my sale, please refer to my guidelines. Remember, if you have more than one question, that is an additional $5. I will get to you in a timely manner. But without further ado, please choose the iconic queer film still that you feel most connected to. 🫶🫶🫶

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

TW// mentions of familial abuse, violence, suicide, addiction, illness.

Pile One: Hello, Pile One. Your loved one wants you to know that you do not need to be living the fast life. I feel like I am talking to people who feel like they need to grow up fast. Something significant could have happened to you when you were sixteen or to your deceased loved one. You still have time, there is no need to rush the process. I feel like your loved one passed due to an overdose or because they succumbed to HIV/AIDS. They want you to learn from what they have been through. You do not have to fit in with what the crowd is doing. Be careful when you are out with certain people this weekend. Everyone does not have the best intentions for you. It feels like you need to clean house. Your circle does not seem mature enough to understand the transformation you are about to undergo. You are being protected, specifically by a younger person on the other side. This person passed away about 10-15 years ago. Maybe even longer. They want you to start acting like you care about your life. Let’s change our ways for the better, shall we? This may go unheard until a later time, when you really need to hear it but you will get the message. 

Cards Used: King of Swords, 8 of Wands, The Empress, The Moon, 2 of Discs.

Pile Two: This pile feels very heavy in comparison to the last pile. Pile Two, this death feels very recent, like within the last year or so. This also has some romantic undertones. This could have been your partner, or a friend that you never confessed your true feelings for. This person could have expressed suicidal ideations to you. They admire the way that you took care of them while they were depressed. You took them out of their comfort zone and introduced them to a new life. I am channeling the movie ‘Perks of Being a Wallflower’. I think this person left you with a lot of questions when you died. But they want you to know that you did all that you could. There is nothing that you could have done to turn back the hands of time. What’s done is done. They don’t want you to become obsessive over their spirit, but celebrate all that they’ve done and accomplished thus far. Don’t try to save everyone because everyone doesn’t need to be saved. You will never fully heal from this trauma but you will get closure. It feels like you need to move far away from where you are. It brings up too much drama and bad memories. You deserve to be in a place where you feel safe and grounded, even if it means making the move alone. Focus on moving forward from now. They will always have love for you, even in the afterlife. Even if you move on. In fact, when you start dating someone, they will pull the strings behind the scenes for the union to form. 

Cards Used: The Hermit, 3 of Cups, Ace of Discs, The Empress, The World, 2 of Wands. 

Pile Three: Hello, Pile Three! This is exactly who you think it is. If you have been smelling certain scents or have seen things randomly fall, then this is definitely for you. This feels like a cousin or a sibling. I feel like you found out some stuff about this person after they died and it shocked you. “Well, what now?”, they ask. Are you going to look at them differently? I feel like they had a bit of a reputation, but they’re highly misunderstood. They want you to focus on making peace with who they were. Don’t try to justify their mistakes/choices. It is what it is. Instead, focus on more important things like attaining your goals in the physical realm. Some of you may be in the gym using it as a coping mechanism. Make a goal so that you can beat your PR. Something about your childhood is significant here. Unfortunately, I feel like some of you were victimized as a child by this person and because of that, you don’t know how to view this person through an objective lens. It makes you feel guilty because you feel like you should be focused on the good stuff. You have a complicated relationship with this person, even after death. I am channeling this book called ‘All Boys Aren’t Blue’. The author opens up about an inappropriate relationship he had with his cousin and he addresses his cousin with respect, but still holds him accountable for taking advantage of him. For others of you, I feel like this person is sorry for exposing you to the wrong crowd. I heard “the secret is out”. At some point in their life, they stopped caring about themselves and in return, this affected those around them. They want you to find room in your heart to forgive them. It will be a long and complicated journey, but they have hope. 

Cards Used: 6 of Cups (RX), Temperance, The Moon (RX), 7 of Swords, The High Priestess, Justice, The Star. 

Pile Four: Pile Four, your loved one does not want you to keep up with appearances. Be as true to yourself as you should be. Not all of us have the privilege of being able to come out and be ourselves. Some of us have to blend in and be like everyone else because that’s what we have to do to keep ourselves safe. If you suspect that anyone was in the closet in your family (immediate family to be exact), then you were right. This person was family oriented, so they chose to stay silent about their identity. Plus, it’s no one’s business. But once again, this was not a choice. They feared being exposed or treated as an outsider. But they see what you are doing and they want you to keep doing it. Keep making friends with other queer folks. Go to pride events. You may find members of your chosen family there. You are a bit naive right now, so you might not understand the full complexities of what they’ve gone through. They understand that you could be upset with them but keep the family close. Do not isolate yourself; even if it means talking to two family members, please keep in contact. It feels like this person was a bit of a mystery. So, you should ask about their history. Get in contact with people who were close with them and get to the bottom of their story. They want you to make an altar for them, so you can connect with them. It will make all the difference in the world, love. 

Cards Used: 10 of Cups, Judgment, The Hierophant, The High Priestess, 10 of Discs, 7 of Wands (RX)

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

Hi, could you write something where Stiles and the reader(Scott’s ex and/or Malia’s best friend) hook up after Malia and Scott get together?

pairing: stiles stilinski (18+) x fem!reader

warnings: smut → penetrative sex, cute sex!!, oral (fem receiving), couch sex.

word count: 1.2k oops

•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:• ☾ ☼ ☽ •:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•

requests are open🖤

request guidelines✨

🌻masterlist🌻

smut night masterlist 💦

You and Stiles have never thought of hooking up before. You never needed to. You were with Scott; he was with Malia. But after both relationships ended, and both ex's got together, the two of you started spending more time together. Being with Scott meant that you spend a lot of time with Stiles anyway, but it was rarely just you and him alone.

Tonight is no exception as you sat on the couch, watching a movie on the tv screen. You both shared a bowl of popcorn and other sweets, snuggled under the blanket, bodies so close, you swear you can feel his body heat.

"hey, [y/n], can I ask you something?" He asks, breaking the respectable silence between the two of you.

"You just did, dumbass," you joke, laughing as he rolls his eyes and smiles sheepishly, "Nah, I'm kidding. What's up?"

"How do you really feel about Scott and Malia?" It's a question you try not to think about too often. The two of them had gotten together pretty suddenly; it had not even been a month since you and Scott broke up.

"Um, I don't really know," you swallow a sip of your drink. "I want to be happy for them, but it's hard." You shrug.

Your eyes met his, trying to study his face. "What about you?"

"He's my best mate, you know. But I mean," he trails off, not knowing what to really say after that. Your eyes continue to bore into his, taking in how gorgeous his face is. You've never really thought about that either. A slight flush appears on your face when he catches your eyes, an amused expression plastering on his face.

"Kiss me," he suddenly whispers. Now he's the one who's flushed. You waste no time leaning in, pressing your lips to his. His eyes grow wide with shock, not expecting you to do that. But he's quick to kiss you back and practically melt into your touch. He moves the bowl to the coffee table, not daring to break the kiss for even a second.

You pull on the hem of his shirt, signalling for him to take it off. You almost laugh at yourself for how desperate you are. Stiles breaks the kiss, trailing light kisses down your neck before pulling away to take his shirt off. His fingers fumble under your shirt before finally taking it off. He sucks in a breath at the view of you in a comfortable bralette. You wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him back down to you.

"Wait, wait," he stops, shuffling down the end of the couch. You nod and lay down before he's hovering over you. Stiles trails kisses down your neck, shuffling down, so he's eye level with your breasts. He sneaks a hand behind you, taking off your bralette before taking your nipple in his mouth. You gasp at the feeling, hands flying up to his hair. He groans against you as you pull at the strands, a sound that sounded so hot, it sent waves of arousal to your core.

"You're so fucking pretty," he sighs against your breast, kissing between them to move to the next one. His hand kneads your breast as he takes your nipple of his mouth again, gently biting to get a reaction out of you.

"Stiles," you moan softly, grinding your hips against his. He leans up, ridding you of your pants and underwear before doing the same for him.

Stiles peppers kiss all over your thighs and hips, and you squirm underneath him while giggling softly from his hair, ticking your inner thighs. His tongue licks up your folds causing you to gasp before letting out a moan. Your fingers run through his hair, pulling softly as he licks soft and slow stripes, teasing you as he circled your clit with his tongue.

"mm Stiles," you moan softly, your hips rising as he darts his tongue inside your wet entrance. "fuck." you breathe out.

Your lift your head as you look down at him, moaning at the sight of his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking gently. He looks up through his lashes and pulls away for a quick moment.

"So wet for me, baby," he praises in a low voice before continuing from where he left off. He sucked hard on your clit, and his name slips from your mouth, a moan and a whimper following shortly afterwards as he circles your clit with his tongue again.

"I'm gonna cum," you whimper, gripping the bedsheets with your fists and tilting your head further into the pillows. "shit!" you squeal as you come, your legs twitching as he licked up your juices.

Wiping his mouth, he hovers over you again and kisses your lips. You pull closer to him, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He pushes himself up, pressing his forehead to yours as he watches his cock sink into you.

"Stiles," you whine, closing your eyes as you moan at the feeling of him bottoming out. He's a lot bigger than you thought, and he waits a few respectable moments for you to adjust. He peppers kisses all over your neck, loving being close to you. He's dreamt about this more than he cares to admit.

Stiles pulls himself almost all the way out before sinking back into you slowly, letting you get used to having his cock inside you.

"Stiles, please," you beg, wanting him to go faster. He slams into you, a scream releasing you from pleasure. He picks up the pace, thrusting hard and fast into you. Skin slapping against skin, along with moans and the movie playing in the background, is all that fills the room. You're hot, feeling sweaty from panting in pleasure, his cock feeling so much better than you ever thought.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Stiles groans into your neck, his breath causing your body to shudder underneath him. You whine in response, pussy throbbing from his touch. He's hitting all the right places, which only cause your moans to become louder. A sense of pride fills him up at how you're writing and whimpering his name.

"Right there, fuck, fuck," you whimper, hips rising to meet his thrusts. The tightness in the pit of your stomach signals that you're close. Stiles didn't need chemosignals to sense it — from the way your pussy is clenching around his cock, clit throbbing against his pubic bone every time they meet, and from the way you're moaning loudly is enough to tell him.

"Stiles."

"I know, baby. Let it go for me; I'm here," he soothes, kissing your forehead before resting his against yours. He watches as his cock appears then buries into your pussy, the sight alone coaxing his orgasm.

"Please don't stop," you moan, clenching harder around him. "don't st-" your moans cut you off, the orgasm washing over you in pleasurable waves. You scream his name like an answered prayer, thanking him for letting you cum.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna — fuck," Stiles moans before pulling out of you and cumming on your stomach. He collapses on top of you for a brief moment, both of panting as you calm down from your respective highs.

"Why was that so much better than I imagined?" You laugh through your pants. Stiles laughs with you, leaning up and kissing your lips.

"That's because I'm good," he teases. "Really good."

═══════*.·:·.☽✧✦✧☾.·:·.*═══════

tag list: (click here to be apart of the tag list!)

@dylanobrienhehe // @jermaee // @boxofsteampunkplaces // @mollyknm // @greengarsstuff // @caswinchester2000 // @fandomfoodiedancer // @bailaycantaconmingo // @angelcbf // @daniellegreavess // @shrekaliciouz // @todorokis-whore // @v3niceb1tchldr // @stellastyless // @jenniferrvsesi // @madaline1hatter // @dylxnshxrmxn // @hey-im-a-flamingo // @hanne-montana // @helhp2700 // @baby-shy // @lim3rencee

═══════*.·:·.☽✧✦✧☾.·:·.*═══════