#If i finish this in time to render it on saturday and get it out there sunday

[freebooter4ever]

day two done (ish) of straight 9 hrs of sculpting \o/ its a bit jarring going from grunt work with sporadic creative moments to nonstop creative shit. my brain hasn't done this in a while LOL. (it feels really REALLY good though). i will probably continue after dinner today too because im ahead of my portfolio schedule and if i can get this one thing done today, i can have all day tomorrow to maybe add some extra pieces in :)

[marblerose-rue]

OKOK for realsies im gonna draw but it wont be an immediate thing

[punkshort]

if you get time could i ask you do like before she got hurt like waking up with joel that day and all that and then up until she leaves, if that makes sense

Thank you so much for this request, I would love to!

Enjoy a little extra before our final chapter this Saturday ❤️

Before

An I Know Who You Are drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, fluff, language

WC: ~1500

"Joel, c'mon, Tommy's gonna kick my ass if I'm late again," you giggled as he rolled you over and pinned you into the mattress with his hips.

"I'd like to see him try. You'd have him knocked out in a heartbeat," he replied, gathering your wrists in his hand and pressing them into the pillow above your head while his mouth descended on your throat.

You sighed and tilted your chin up to give him better access as he ground his erection against your center. Your resolve was crumbling and you both knew it.

"Fine, we gotta be quick," you relented, and before you could even finish your sentence he was tugging your sleep shorts off with his free hand. "What's gotten into you today? You're not exactly a morning person," you said, watching with excitement as he pulled his cock out of his sweatpants.

"Dunno. Just gotta have you, is that a crime?" but before you could answer his mouth covered yours, stealing all the air from your lungs. Your legs fell open underneath him and you bucked your hips, patrol suddenly the furthest thing from your mind. He swiped the tip of his cock through your folds and he hissed, breaking the kiss and causing you to whine. "Fuck, you dirty thing. Look at how soaked you are f'me."

"Don't tease me," you scolded with a pout, and he chuckled.

"So sorry, baby," he leaned down and pressed another kiss against your lips. "Don't worry. I'll give you somethin' to remember me by today." Before you could reply, he notched himself at your opening and slowly eased in, earning a sharp gasp from you followed by a deep moan. Your fingers curled around his hand, still pinned above your head as he fed you his cock nice and slow, watching your face as you took him inch by inch. He never got tired of seeing you like that. All docile and at his mercy. You were so strong. A survivor. A fighter, in a way. Something deep inside him got excited seeing you so submissive. And it was all for him.

When he was fully seated, you both let out a rush of breath before your lips locked once again. He began to roll his hips, dragging in and out slowly and deliberately, just the way you liked it. Your legs tensed up and you dug your heels into the backs of his thighs, holding him close to you since your arms were still rendered useless.

"Just like that," you whispered, biting at his lower lip. He growled when you tugged his lip between your teeth and you smirked, letting it go. You could practically feel every ridge and vein when he fucked you that way. Every thrust was purposeful, every kiss was deep, every groan was cherished. He always liked to fuck you slow and you loved it, but unfortunately that particular morning, you were on a tight schedule. So you decided to say something to speed things up.

"Fuck, daddy, you're so deep."

His hips stalled and his eyes snapped up to yours. He didn't even need to say anything to know your words had the exact reaction you were looking for.

"You haven't called me that in a very long time," he said lowly, his eyes darkening. You grinned and squirmed in his hold.

"Well, you haven't woken me up like this in a very long time," you shot back, "thought it was only fitting."

He hummed and ticked his jaw to the side as he considered your answer. Before you knew it, he had pulled out and flipped you over, yanking your hips up while your cheek remained smushed into your purple quilt. He released your wrists in favor of pressing that hand into your upper back, but it didn't matter in the position you found yourself, anyway. You felt him hovering at your entrance once again and you wiggled your ass enticingly, your slick smeared around your inner thighs as you waited.

"Say it again."

Your breath caught in your throat at his domineering tone.

"Please fuck me, daddy."

He groaned and slammed into you, causing you to cry out in surprise but your body quickly welcomed him back inside. Gone was the slow, gentle way he usually fucked you. Now his hips slapped against your ass with reckless abandon while his hand snaked around your waist and played with your clit. You immediately saw stars. Your jaw hung open in a silent scream as he rammed into you over and over, pushing you both towards the edge. You reached behind you blindly, searching for his arm to hold onto as he dragged you to your peak.

"You gonna come for daddy? Hmm?"

"Yes!" you cried out, "Fuck! Daddy, I need it so bad."

His head fell back onto his shoulders as he moaned, his pace relentless now, each thrust shoving you further and further up the bed. Fingers digging into your hips, he pounded into you from behind, feeling your body, reading its cues, listening to your noises... everything he memorized by now to warn him you were close.

Your grip on his arm tightened and you gasped. A triumphant smile spread across his face as you came, moaning his name while your pussy fluttered around him, sucking him in and pulling him over the edge with you.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh f-" he pulled out at the last second and came all over your ass with a deep groan, watching in a daze as each burst of his seed covered your skin and dripped down your legs.

He collapsed on top of you, pinning you into the bed, his chest heaving. He nipped at your jaw, his coarse whiskers harsh against your sensitive skin but you just smiled and sighed with your eyes slid shut.

"As much as I want to stay here all day, I -"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Joel said with a grunt as he hoisted himself up. You giggled and waited for him to return with a wet washcloth, cleaning you up so you could dress and head downstairs.

He cooked you eggs and poured your coffee, setting both on the table right as you entered the kitchen.

"You'll need your strength," he explained when you looked at the eggs. You quirked an eyebrow at him but gave in, sitting down to shovel in the breakfast he so sweetly made for you. It wasn't until you were nearly done that you noticed he only had coffee.

"What about you?" you asked around a mouthful of food.

"I'll be fine. I don't got patrol today. I'm just helpin' Maria fix a dresser for Violet."

You furrowed your brow but let it go. He was always looking out for you and never himself, something that you scolded him for in the past more than once. You knew he had gone through a lot with Sarah, and then later, Ellie. He struggled a lot with the decisions he made and you tried your best to give him some grace, but you also loved him deeply and wanted him to take care of himself.

You wanted him to love himself as much as you loved him.

Your eyes raked over his broad shoulders straining against his blue flannel, which he left unbuttoned, revealing a black T-shirt underneath. Somehow your body still craved him, even though you just had him thirty minutes prior.

"I'll walk you to the barn and tell Tommy to fuck off if he says anythin'," he assured you as he rinsed your plate, your coffee mugs left abandoned on the counter for later.

"My hero," you teased.

As you walked together down the relatively quiet street, your arm casually looped through his while he carried your backpack with his other hand, you couldn't seem to wipe the stupid smile from your face, knowing you would be thinking about the morning you shared for the rest of the day.

"Be careful out there," he murmured, handing you your pack before cupping your face with both hands and staring deep into your eyes. "I love you."

You felt yourself melt into his touch. "I love you, too."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against yours, slowly deepening the kiss, not caring who was around to see because you both knew no one would dare say anything to him about it.

With a sigh, he pulled back and rested your foreheads together. "Maybe later we can tend to the garden. Frost is comin' soon."

"Okay," you said softly, giving him one more kiss before stepping backwards. You could hear Tommy and Jesse talking in the barn and you knew you had to go.

"I'll see you later," you said, continuing to walk backwards with a grin.

"Can't wait," Joel replied, and he didn't move from his spot until you disappeared inside the barn, neither of you knowing your lives were about to change.

[weareapackofstrays]

Banana Pancakes

Genre: Idol au, Smut, Fluff

Pairing: Han Jisung x F!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Unprotected Sex. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 1,609

Summary: You enjoy a relaxing Saturday together with your boyfriend, Han Jisung, after spending weeks apart.

"Lady, lady love me ‘cause I love to lay here lazy. We could close the curtains pretend like there's no world outside."

Sunbeams peek through the white curtains and cascade across the floor before landing on your face. You reluctantly open an eye to inspect your surroundings. The sound of songbirds chirping outside rouses you fully from your sleep as you realize it’s the morning. Stretching your arms above your head, you register the warmth of another body beside you. An arm is draped lazily over your bare stomach. Gentle, rhythmic puffs of air tickle the back of your neck. You carefully shift your body to face the sleeping man beside you. His hold tightens as he unconsciously pulls you toward him and resumes his soft snores. His lips are parted in a pout. Looking over his sleeping features, you almost pinch yourself, unable to believe he was finally here. It had been weeks since the two of you had seen each other due to his busy schedule and were grateful for his time off. You trace your finger down the bridge of his nose to stir him. It takes a few tries, but he finally wrinkles his face in response to your touch. He opens his eyes and quickly shuts them as the sun blinds him. You clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle your giggles.

“Wakey, wakey sleepy head,” you coo while brushing his hair back.

Jisung lets out a dramatic whine. “Five more minutes, baby.” His body goes rigid as he stretches. You start to pout, eager to spend time together. You try to tickle him, but he rolls onto your body, pinning you down and rendering your arms immobile. He burrows his face into your neck and places a soft kiss on your skin. After wiggling your arms free, you wrap them around his broad back and rub gently up and down his spine. 

“What if I make you pancakes?” You whisper into his ear. This gets his attention.

He lifts his head up a little, one eye squinting. “With bananas?” Jisung asks sleepily, excitement evident in his tone. 

“Of course.” That wakes him up officially. He pushes himself up onto his palms to look down at you. His big boba eyes sweep over your face reacquainting himself and he smiles. It’s like looking at you for the first time, every time. 

“Morning, beautiful.” Jisung kisses the tip of your nose. You return his smile and squeeze him tight. He moves you both onto your sides and you bury your face into his bare chest. You place a few kisses on his sternum then move up to his neck. He groans as you softly suck the sensitive spot just below his jaw. Jisung attempts to kiss you, but you lightly push him away and stand. Disappointed, he tries to grab you and pull you back to the bed to finish what you started.

“Ah, ah.” You say teasingly while wagging your finger at him. “Pancakes.” He grumbles, but concedes. You look around for something to wear and grab Jisung’s t-shirt on the floor. He had discarded it in a rush when you were finally reunited last night. Jisung watches as you walk into your kitchen and search around for ingredients. He props himself onto his elbows and admires your figure as you reach for the top cupboard, giving him a little show of your ass. He bites his lip as heat rushes to his groin.

As you start to mix the ingredients for your pancakes, Jisung wraps his arms around your waist and pecks your cheek. “I really missed you, baby.” His voice is deep and still hoarse from sleeping, which makes your middle tighten. 

You turn around and hug him back. “I missed you too.” He hums and releases you. 

“Can I put some music on?” You nod and get back to baking. Jisung walks over to your record player and fingers through the options. He finally settles on a selection and throws the needle on. The soft, jazzy tones of Chet Baker fills your small apartment. A perfect start to a Saturday morning. 

The scent of bananas, butter, and syrup signals that breakfast is finally ready. Jisung’s mouth begins to water as he hurriedly takes a seat at the dining table. The nearly naked boy’s brown hair is sticking in every direction. You place a plate in front of him and pour him some juice. “Dig in,” you say with a quick kiss to his forehead. He waits until you sit down before finally tearing into the fluffy hotcakes. As you attempt to take your first bite you look over at Jisung and start to laugh. His cheeks are completely puffed out, filled with pancake and you note how much he resembles a chipmunk. He notices your gaze and raises his eyebrows innocently as if to ask what? You shake your head, chuckling, and resume eating. “Is it good?” Jisung can only respond with an Mmm sound, which you take as a yes. 

After completing breakfast, you both pile onto the couch to digest your full bellies. He hums along to the song playing, his toes twirling around in coordination. “What should we do today?” You ask while rubbing his leg that’s draped over you.

“Hmmm,” he ponders. “Honestly, would it be too boring if we just hung out here today?”

“Not at all. I just want to be with you. The where didn’t matter,” you say as you crawl on top of him. He tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. You notice a trace of syrup sits in the corner of his round lips and you lean down to lick it up. His eyes widen as he tries to recall your conversation.

“L-Lazy Saturday then?” he stutters and you smile.

“Lazy Saturday.” You confirm. “Wanna get back in bed?” Jisung jolts up, nearly knocking you down and races to the bed. He throws himself back into the warmth of the covers. You shake your head, giggling as you make your way to join him. Once on the bed he grabs the duvet and drapes it over you quickly pulling you into his arms. The two of you lay under the sheets and hold each other for a moment before Jisung’s hands start to explore. He slides them under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin. 

“Thank you for breakfast,” he whispers into your ear and you shiver.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” You place your lips on his and he brings you into a more passionate kiss. While he pushes his tongue into your mouth to taste you, he grabs the hem of your (his) t-shirt and lifts it off of you. Jisung groans at the feeling of your hardened nipples against his chest. He toys with the waistband of your underwear before pushing them down your thighs quickly. Jisung separates from your embrace and looks into your eyes for permission to proceed. You take hold of his hand and guide it down your body. He slowly slides two fingers down to your core and a moan escapes you as he starts his ministrations. Melting into his touch, you drape a leg over his hips for better access. 

“Make love to me,” you plead in between kisses. Jisung grips your hip and pushes you back to lay on top of you. You desperately try to remove his briefs, but when your impatient hands fumble, Jisung helps to pull them off completely. Once you are both bare, he starts to rub his length against your slit eliciting more moans of pleasure from both your lips. “Please, Ji.” 

“Anything for my baby,” he says as he takes hold of himself and pushes in. You gasp at the stretch. He captures your lips and slowly rocks his hips against yours creating a gradual build. While grinding into you, he presses his forehead to yours and whispers sweet words onto your lips.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world...I’m so lucky to call you mine…Going to make you feel so good, baby…I love the sounds you make when I fuck you…My favorite song…Mine, all mine.” 

His words of encouragement and affirmation help you inch further to your release. Jisung feels your walls start to flutter around him and increases his speed. Both of your breathing starts to stutter with each movement of your bodies. Jisung can feel how close you are and takes hold of your chin to face him. Looking into your eyes he tells you I’m so in love with you. His words send you over the edge and you cry out his name. Jisung lets out a grunt as he releases inside of you, riding you both through your orgasms. Tears start to fall down your cheeks and you feel slightly embarrassed by your sudden emotions. 

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay.” Jisung tries to soothe you as he kisses your tears away. You look into his eyes and notice they are shiny with tears as well. The time apart had been harder on both of you than you realized. 

Jisung strokes his fingertips up and down your arm as you both bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking. Once your heart rates and breathing returns to normal you look up at him and squish his cheeks with your fingers. “Should we maybe watch something?”

“How about Fruits Basket,” Jisung says excitedly. 

“Okay!” You give him a peck. You're both too tired to get up and move to the couch so you throw the show on your laptop instead. Jisung situates himself behind you to spoon while the intro music begins. Without realizing it, you drift off to sleep holding onto Jisung tightly, feeling completely safe and loved in his arms.

A/N: Not really sure what this is. Sorry if it’s crap haha. Just needed something fluffy and romantic with Hannie I guess. Wrote this one quickly, apologies for any mistakes. Also, Happy Valentine’s Day! Graphics by @saradika-graphics!

xx

[angel-of-the-moons]

Can you do a fic where Hobie and reader are really good friends and she's just horny af at the moment so she asks him if he has a friend that'll fuck her with no strings attached cause she don't want a relationship. Hobie ends up doing her.

Oooooooh! I actually have never written something like this before!

No Strings Attached

(Like literally also listened to the song by *NSYNC while writing this don't judge me pls I still like boy bands :'>)

Hobie x Fem!Friend Reader

Because I'm tired of repeating myself: HOBIE IS AGED UP IN THIS FIC

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, Sex, PIV sex, condom usage, safe sex (wrap before you tap!), friends, FWB(?), marijuana/weed smoking, some booze is involved, hook-ups, nipple piercings, nipple play, sensitive nipples, Bratty(?)Reader

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸

It was a typical Saturday night, you were chilling in your flat with Hobie, shooting the shit, watching some stupid program on the telly, drinking some foul-tasting beer and passing joints back and forth between the two of you.

There was an uncomfortable silence that annoyed the fuck out of you.

So you decided to break it.

"Hey, Hobes?" You coughed slightly, passing the rapidly shrinking smokeable to your friend.

"Yea?" He asked as he took the last drag as deep as he could, letting the smoke out through his nose with a soft sigh.

You leaned down and got your grinder and papers, beginning to prep another joint to be inhaled by the two of you; Hobie taking another swing of his beer as he watched you and waited for you to finish your thought.

The sickly almost sweet scent of pot wafted the air around you like a foul incense; but you two were hardcore potheads so the smell was more comforting to you than anything.

"I really need to get laid." You sighed boredly, and look at him as you blindly roll the paper between your fingers, bringing it to your mouth to lick it before giving that final twist.

"Fuckin what--" Hobie choked on his beer, setting it on the coffee table as he looked at you, his pierced brows raising just to check if he heard you right.

"Look, it's been a while and a vibrator can only do so much before it gets boring. And forget shit like Bumble, can't trust freaks on the web." You snort, rolling your shoulders before you look back over at him.

His jaw was hanging open slightly.

"You got any friends that'd be willing to hook up? Not looking for a whole thing... just a one time or even just like... fuckin' booty calls at this point." You finish.

"Uh..." Hobie settled back on the sofa and looked at you, his mind drawing a blank. Both for available friends he knew you could trust and words to finish a thought.

"It's alright if you don't, I just figured it'd be faster to ask you." You smirk at him like it was the most casual request in the world.

You let Hobie drop his head back as he looked at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought; lighting the joint and taking the first hit.

Interesting. Not often you were able to render Hobie Brown speechless. Not since he walked in on you walking around in nothing but your panties that one time because he didn't fucking knock on your front door before letting himself in--

"Shit." He mumbled. "Hell... I'd do it, 'f ya comfortable."

You almost drop the joint onto the sofa.

"Wait, what--"

"You got rocks in ya ears?" He grinned, suddenly regaining his momentum.

"I said I'd be willing to fuck you if that's what ya want. Hell, it's been a while for me, too."

He leans forward and takes the joint, pulling it between his lips before leaning back comfortably, taking another nice deep drag as he breathed it out in a cloud.

You blink dumbly.

"Oh."

"Is that an I'm not interested "oh" or a Shit, really? "Oh"?" He smirked, coughing a bit.

You chew your cheek in thought. You didn't trust anybody more than Hobie, you'd been friends for years. You had so much dirt on each other you could probably pin murders on either one of you (metaphorically).

"This doesn't have to be anything more than sex." You tell him.

"I know." He replies.

"This isn't some kind of declaration of love--"

"Noted."

"I still want to be friends."

"Good, cause s' do I."

You fall into a silence again, before looking back at him.

Hobie had his head tilted expectantly at you, waiting patiently for your decision, not wanting to make a move without your go-ahead.

"Ah, fuck it." You say, turning so you can crawl over him, straddling his lap, splaying your hands over his chest before pushing him down into the cushions.

"This is just a... casual thing. Nothing else has to come of it. We can still go back to just bullshitting like we always do."

"Already said that, luv. Read ya loud 'n clear. So's that mean you're in?" Hobie smirked, his large hands quickly grabbing and kneading your ass through your pyjama shorts.

You finally grin back down at him, gripping your t-shirt and swiftly pulling it over your head, the chilly air of your flat sending goosebumps up your spine as your nipples hardened.

"Hey hey hey!" Hobie said, sitting up so his face was right at your breasts, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at them.

Hanging from your cute, perked nipples were two stainless steel bars with little chains and a small metal flower hanging from them.

He was immediately transfixed.

"When did ya get these?"

"I got them like, six months ago when--"

Your voice dies in your throat when his mouth latches onto one of them, pulling the chain between his teeth, tugging it with his tongue as he pinches the flesh with his teeth.

"Shit!" You gasp, being caught off guard.

You always had sensitive nipples, and deciding on going with piercing them had not been easy. The artist at the shop however loved it, she kept bringing up previous clients who were the same.

Since you had those bars put in? It made everything feel worse. That's secretly why you liked the chains. The way they gently tugged on the fabric of your shirts or bras always had your head a little fuzzy in the best way.

And Hobie? Right now, Hobie was downright abusing your nipples, his tongue and teeth tugging, rolling, flicking and nipping at them; taking great care to make sure the chain didn't get snagged on his own piercings, both tongue and lip.

You already felt a heavy pool of arousal start to drip straight from your core, and when Hobie turned his mouth to the other neglected breast and toyed with the chain between his fingers on the one he left, your hips bucked against him of their own accord, the friction from the growing his jeans sending searing jolts right through your shorts, panties, and straight to your clit.

"Fuck..."

Hobie's hands were both occupied now, one hand gripping and squeezing the tit he was biting and sucking now, the other toying with the piercing on your other nipple.

One of your hands gripped at your hair and the other held onto the back of the sofa as Hobie continued to abuse the sensitive flesh, and you whimpered when you felt a wave building up already just from the stimulation he was applying there, alone.

"Fuck." Hobie growled into your tit, the vibrations from his voice making your breath hitch. "You're fuckin' soakin' through."

"C-can't help it--" You panted, urging him on with a roll of your crotch onto the bulge in his jeans.

"You gonna cum like this, eh?" He grinned, looking up at you with your nipple between his teeth, his fingers snaking down to press the soaked fabric of your shorts and panties into your aching sex.

The sight alone has your pussy drooling lasciviously.

You manage a breathless nod and he moves his mouth back to the other nipple, tugging the chain he just abandoned with his fingers.

"Then fuckin' do it. Don't jus' grind in 'ta me, luv."

Hobie presses hard, your swollen clit craving the friction he was promising as he strokes it through the offending garments with his hand.

You make a mewling nose as you buck into him, his mouth latching on and sucking your nipple, as if he enjoyed the metallic taste of your piercing on his tongue as he pinched and tugged forcefully, drawing your orgasm out sharper and faster than any previous sexual partners had from you.

"Hoo-oollly shiii-iit!" You moan into the smoke-heavy air.

Hobie grins and bites down a little harder this time, and that sends you careening over that edge, your mouth opened in a weak groan as you cum, gushing through your clothing and onto his hand, the excess dripping onto his jeans.

Hobie continues to stroke you, helping prolong your orgasm as you dumbly hump into his hand.

He pulls away to allow you to breathe, bringing his wet fingers up to his mouth and slides them in, his tongue laving around each digit as he sucks them clean.

"Not bad. Sweet. You must be drinkin' that pineapple juice again, eh?" He grins up at you.

You smirk down at him and shake your head.

"Fuckin' git." You chuckle.

Hobie grunts and grabs you by the thighs, practically knocking you onto your back, narrowly missing the arm of the sofa as he lifts and pins you down, all but ripping your shorts and panties off.

He looks like the cat about to eat the canary.

And you're the canary.

"You gonna sit there or do something?" You challenge.

Hobie laughs at you and leans in, the promise of a kiss barely there on his lips, before he pulls back, unzipping his fly and tugging his aching cock free.

"Uh, hey Hobes--"

"Yeah, I know. I got one or two." He waves you off, reaching for his old beat up leather wallet (that was honestly more duct tape than wallet at this point) and tugged out two gold-foil packages from between some notes.

He tears them apart and tosses the spare onto the table with his wallet and rips the other open with his teeth.

Hobie rolls the latex down his length, the rubber promising a good time with the ridges and bumps along the length of it.

You grin and bite your lip. This was promising to be a great night. You wonder why you haven't asked him to do this sooner.

Before you have a second to realize what's happening, Hobie deftly picks you up again and spins you around, so your back was pressed against his chest as he spread your legs over his thighs, your pussy bare and exposed as he reaches down and spreads your lips with his fingers, toying with the delicate, weeping flesh, there, avoiding your puffy clit entirely.

"Jus--fuck--Hobie!" You squirm, gripping his forearms with your hands with an impatient whine.

"Ay, you're the one bein' a brat, luv. Brats don't get rewarded for bad behavior." He hummed, continuing to play with you like he had not a care in the world, teasing your hole, gliding back up again--but still avoiding your clit.

"N-now you sound like those fuckin' assholes in charge!" You grunt, impatiently trying to arch into his touch to get the friction you crave so badly.

Oh, you shouldn't have said that.

"Oh, am I now?" Hobie hummed innocently, his mouth at your shoulder.

You could feel the bastard smirk as he pulled his hands away from your slick and aching cunt, making you whine in protest.

You were quickly silenced when one of his hands smooths between your shoulders and forces you forward a bit, his other hand guiding your hips where he wanted it as he lined his cock up.

"Y-yeah you f--ffffuuuuuck!" Your voice raises in pitch when he slams you down on his dick, splitting you open in the most delicious way possible.

He groans at how tight you are, feeling your velvety walls squeeze and flutter around him through the condom.

"Oh, fuck, luv. Goddamn." He hisses through gritted teeth.

When you tried to straighten back up again, his hand goes back to in-between your shoulder blades, forcing your upper body forward again, his other hand kneading your ass and spreading your cheeks as he started ruthlessly snapping his hips up into yours, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched his latex-wrapped cock get swallowed by your greedy cunt again and again, already leaving a nice, creamy little ring towards the base of the condom.

Fuck. This was hot. One minute you two were hanging out, chilling, and now you're pitched over as Hobie just ruts into you like a horny animal.

"Fuck!" Hobie grunted, pulling you back against him, one of his hands snakes around you to tug on one of your nipple piercings, making you moan pathetically.

"Don' make me do all the work, luv. Help me out." He pants in your ear.

The only sounds you can let out are breathy little "ah's" and "fuck's" with each grind of his hips.

Your arms have to stretch to grip at something, anything to give you a bit of leverage as you just keep bouncing on his cock with everything you have, the ridges and bumps of the condom combined with his calculated thrusts hit every single spot inside of you; his hand fondling your piercings sending fresh sparks down your spine, driving your second orgasm closer and closer to crest.

"Fuckin'... damn. Look at you go." Hobie chuckles heavily in your ear, sweat beading and dripping down his brow.

"Taking me so nice... Bouncing on my dick a good girl." He hisses when he feels you tighten up around him.

"Shit, you're so fuckin' greedy--" He growls, fucking up into you with more force, your tits bouncing so much now that one more tug of your piercings send you over the edge, your vision blurring slightly as you cum around Hobie's cock, still pummeling your cunt with purpose.

Your pace slows a bit as you whimper and whine, and that isn't enough for Hobie.

He forces you back over again, gripping your hips in his hands as yours grip the coffee table in front of you for stability.

"Not... fuckin'... done yet!" He grunts, his hips completely lifting off the cushions with each roll and thrust as he chases his own orgasm, the squeezing muscles of your pussy choking the air out of his lungs as he feels his balls draw taut.

He grits his teeth tightly, his abs flexing with effort as he fucks into you, his cum spurting and filling the condom as he huffs and groans, riding his orgasm out like you were some sex toy.

He pulls you against him, his cock still inside you, twitching as you both breathe heavily, your head leaning back against his shoulder.

"Fuck... god." You groan with satisfaction.

"Yeah, you just did." Hobie grins like the cheeky shit that he is.

"Fuckin' git." You laugh, smacking him with the back of your hand softly; his hand catching yours as his thumb caresses your knuckles.

"Wanna go for round two?" You snicker.

"Well, we got one condom left." He tilts his head.

"What are friends for, right?"

[nijisanji-brain-rot-fics]

i didn't sign up for this!

IKE EVELAND - DAY 3

“Hey, welcome in!” Ike called out as he heard the bells above the cafe door ring. You walked in, shivering with a beige scarf wrapped around your neck, your puffy white jacket covered with snow as you shrugged it off before getting inside. It was nice, being in a warm and cozy small local cafe. You knew almost everyone who worked there, from how frequently you go there, even during rainstorms. You saw your favourite employee (though you always swear you don’t have favourites). Ike always had a somewhat special place in your heart; he was a novelist with a part time job at the cafe, and you were an illustrator. His books were always fun to read, as he showed you a few drafts, but he’s never published one.

“Ike, hey! Could I get-“ You started but Ike already interrupted you.

“The usual? Your iced coffee with three shots of espresso, two pumps of vanilla, chocolate syrup with caramel drizzle and whipped cream? [a/n: stop ok idk any drinks]” He recited, as you had always requested before. It was an extremely random combination, but you always seemed to love it.

“You remembered?- Oh, well, obviously, I always order it,” You said, chuckling, “Yeah, that’s what I’ll get.” He laughed a bit, then nodded. He made the coffee and gave it to you, as you handed him money.

“Have you finished another illustration, (Name)?” Ike asked curiously, leaning on the counter towards you.

“I don’t have anyone who commissioned me yet.” You told Ike, sipping the hot coffee with a sigh of content.

“Maybe you could illustrate the cover for… my book?” He asked hesitantly, fiddling with the golden chain on his glasses. You looked at him, dumbfounded. Ike finally published a book?

“You… got a book published?” You asked him, your excitement climbing. You’ve always wanted him to finally have a book on the shelves, mainly because his writing style was so unique and his books had always piqued your interest.

“It just got through editing. I still need to illustrate a cover for it, then I can publish it.” Ike said in a meek tone, clearing his throat.

“Congratulations!! I would love to illustrate for you! Okay, okay, so!-“ You started off at the mouth with excitement before Ike inevitably stopped you with laughter.

“Okay, okay, calm down (name)!” He laughed, pushing up his glasses, “First of all, are you free anytime this weekend? Maybe we could meet up, y’know, discuss a few things? Or… how does it work for you?” He tilted his head slightly as he looked at you, a shy smile creeping up his flushed cheeks; he was very flustered about your excitement towards something that seemed so mundane for him.

“Yep, yep, I could clear Saturday if that’s cool with you!-“

“Woah, woah, if you have something important for Saturday, we can meet some other time, I don’t wanna like- Take up so much of your time.” Ike said sheepishly, leaning forward as you suggested having to clear a day just for him.

“Huh? Oh, no, don’t worry! It’s nothing important. Just a date that I don’t really want to go to.” You waved it off, chuckling quietly.

“A… date, huh?” Maybe I could take her out on a date… Ike thought as he got embarrassed at the thought. He’s been pining for you for a while, ever since he started to become your friend, “Uh, sure then… If Saturday’s alright, I can do that.”

That Saturday, he ended up meeting with her on Saturday at the cafe again, but just when he wasn’t on shift.

“So what’s your plan for the cover?” You asked, taking your drawing tablet out as he sat beside you after ordering two coffees.

“Uhm… I made a sketch already of what I wanted, I was just thinking that you could just render it?” He asked, taking out a page with a very rough but still talented drawing of his desired cover.

“Sure! It’s a very nice drawing, by the way.” You giggled when he blushed bashfully, shaking his head at your comment while you scanned his drawing to keep most of his originality in the cover while still fixing a few rough patches and such.

“So, uhm… Why did you not want to go on that date?” Ike asked awkwardly as you started to render his sketch on your drawing iPad, since he insisted you stay for lunch.

“Oh, I didn’t really like the person. Honestly just accepted the date to get over talking with them.” You shrugged, looking up for a moment at Ike while you took a sip of coffee, “Why do you ask?”

“Ah, nothing, just curious… Say, if I asked you on a date, would you accept?” Ike asked meekly, turning away from your face.

“Hm, well, sure.” You shrugged, the words not connecting in your mind while you drew, mainly focused on his art. Your response made him become bright red and very flustered.

“Oh- Ah, then… Would… you go on a date with me?” He stumbled through the words, looking down into his cup as he asked, expecting rejection.

“Huh? Oh, uh… Sure.” You replied, looking at him with a surprised expression though you sort of expected it at this point. You’d never tell him how obvious he was though.

[greypetrel]

Fanfic Writer Questions

Tagged by @melisusthewee, and at least another person. I'm sorry if I ignored the tag, I was away and it's a busy period, let me know ;_;

Tagging forward: @ndostairlyrium @shivunin @inquisimer and YOU who are reading and would like to do it!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 12, right now.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 497,183 ... I'm chatty.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Dragon Age, and a crossover with LOTR/The Silmarillion.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Home Was Never on the Ground (long fic, concluded, it's anthological and mainly me filling blanks in DAI as inspiration stroke)

She of Many Names (ongoing, a LOTR/Dragon Age crossover. A follower on Instagram asked me if Aisling was Sauron, the idea made me laugh so much that my mind took fire.)

Saturday Prompts (a collection of prompts I posted here. I never uploaded every one of them, oops)

Death and All of Its Friends (ongoing, a DA2 collection)

The Night Before First Day (Two chapters, concluded. One it's in rhyme and illustrated. Aisling taught her daughter that the Dreadwolf is Santa out of spite. Solas tries to disapprove.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, always!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I do love angst, but I don't like angsty endings all that much ahahahahah. I think the one that gets closer, in a bitter-sweet way, is One for the Road. Call me a sucker for rare-pairs, this was also prompted here and my brain took fire (LavellanxFenris)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The Night Before First Day. Listen I'm not a Christmas person, I turn into a seasonal depressed Grinch at Christmas, living in a catholic country doesn't help, and that is my way of giving myself some joy.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not that I know of.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Not any that I publish.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Yes I do. She of Many Names is a Dragon Age and LOTR crossover. I love it dearly, I'm slow to update it because I have the greatest love for Tolkien (with all his flaws, but my brain rewired when I saw the first movie, and the book has been my entire personality for two years. I wouldn't be the same person without it) and I do care of rendering it as I want.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? ... Not that I know of? I hope not, ahahahah :"D

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? If you consider that English is not my first language, all my fics are translated? xD Other than that, no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I'd love to.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? EowynxFaramir, hands down. Out of pure lenght. Maybe LeiaxHan Solo (my parents are both nerds, I think my mom made me watch Star Wars the first time... I don't remember, the vhs were always around in the house. I was very, very little.)(we don't talk about the sequel trilogy.)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I tried to write a third chapter for the aforementioned One for the Road... But it ends up in a love triangle and I don't like love triangles that aren't a poly relationship. So, it's sitting in my folder and I'll never finish it. I was considering ditching the second chapter and rewrite it as a "Aisling as a companion in DA2" fic... But MEH.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think dialogue. I am trained as a comic artist, which means that the writing parts that get polished are dialogue. I have much more experience with that. ... I am also terrible at judging my own work in a positive way, tho, so you tell me.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? English not being my first language and leading to mis-spellings. Other than that... I started writing fanfiction after YEARS of not writing anything in prose that wasn't screenplays for comics (which follows different rules). Since I stopped because of being hurt by it, I went on to it by not planning stuff.

I'm rusty with prose, and my retelling -the first thing I tackled- clearly had little planning ahead.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? It's a no, for me, unless you specifically wants your audience not to understand what's being said and create a sense of isolation and of not knowing what's going on. A sentence here and there with a translation is fine. But if it's something long... You want the reader to understand well. Italicized text it is.

19. First fandom you wrote for? I wouldn't call it a fandom, but: Greek Mythology. I drew a parody comic of the Iliad in my first high school year, alongside friends. It had been so fun. I also wrote, still in high school, something heavily inspired by Eragon, which only my friends had the pleasure of reading. (I'm only saying it involved my now most hated trope: THE SECRET TWIN.)

20. Favorite fic you've written? The next one.

I'm very invested in Ashes and Sparks, aka the Dreadwolf AU. I'm putting ideas in it and going fully canon divergent and writing it as I would like Inquisition to have gone. No Corypheus, more crazy tevinters, and the focus ON FUCKING TIME TRAVEL.

In a modern setting because yes.

It's also tackling something I absolutely hate in fiction when it's done wrongly, which is time travel, and I'm sweating and hoping I'll do it with logic. It's something niche and not so focused on a single ship, so probably it'll interest only me, but I'm happily writing and trying to contain myself from posting chapters of more than 10k.

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

[mm-275]

MEANINGFUL CONVERSATIONS / SPENCER REID

Request: no

tw: none i think?

you probably would've joined after him, but omg you walked in and he was like omg smash

but he was soooo quiet and lowkey highkey wanted to talk to you, but didn't know how (he did he was just hella nervous)

you thought he hated you cause he would never talk to you

"good morning reid! how are you?"

"yeah 🫠"

EVERYONE could tell spence had a little thing for you except for you

penny made it her life goal to set you two up, and she roped derek in to help aswell

well girls night happens (it was just you and penny) and penny is trying to convince you that no, spencer reid does not hate your guts

"he doesn't hate you y/n! he's just nervous"

"penny i've had more meaningful conversations with hotch than i've had overall conversations with reid" 🧍

so you did have reason to think reid hates you, but derek is working his ass off trying to get him to talk to you (and to hopefully ask you out)

"just... what if she says no? i mean we havent talked, much and she might not even want to hang out as friends..."

"didn't she buy you and JUST you a coffee the other day? and didn't she go out of her way to find out your favorite donut when she bought them?"

"yeah 😔"

he FINALLY pulls his big boy pants up after they finish up a case in new york, and they were staying an extra night cause it was like 10 pm and nobody wants to sleep on a plane.

everybody is leaving the police station and getting in their respective vehicles

you were about to get in with elle, but derek takes your place so now you're happily stuck with spencer.

your palms were sweaty and there was this awkward silence

you finally say something, to be able to (hopefully) rid of all of this tension, and to maybe? get him to not "hate" you anymore.

"sooo... this case was pretty tough huh?"

"yeah, gender really changes the profile. you could get so far with the idea of it being a man but it could end up being a woman and changing the whole thing.."

and he goes on a little rant about a case where they got the wrong profile and it messed them up completely

you were pretty quiet, so when he realizes halfway through that he's been ranting, he looks over expecting to see you ignoring it, but no, you were staring at him, and you looked... interested?

"what happened next?"

he blushed so hard and smiled to himself, continuing his little rant. most people just cut him off, it was a nice change for someone to listen and want to.

thought about that moment continuously, could not get it off his mind, was 100% smiling stupidly to himself while doing things like brushing his teeth and changing.

could not stand it anymore, he HAD to ask you out (this sudden urge of confidence was led on by the fact it was almost midnight)

knocks on your hotel door and is bouncing on his feet, he's so nervous and is now realizing it's so late so he starts to go to walk back to his room when you open the door and he's like 'shit wtf do i do this is so weird'

then he looks like you, and he's rendered speechless. like yes, he's seen you before but you're always in your professional attire, you look so domestic right now and he feels like he's going to melt.

"reid? what are you doing up? are you ok?"

poor baby feels so bad that he's made you worried but you're worried??

"um, well, i don’t know how to say this but doyouwannagooutwithmeplease”

like babe slow DOWN i cannot understand you 😭

“what” 🧍

“do you wanna go to a coffee shop with me when we get back”

spoiler alert, you said yes 🤭

the second he left you called up penny

“wtf do you want i’m sleeping”

“PENNY HE ASKED ME OUT”

“WHAT”

y’all stayed up all night going over it about 20 times (it wasn’t even a 5 minute interaction) and ended up with the same amount of sleep you would've gotten on the jet

thank god the next day is saturday. penny came over at 10 to make you get up and ready for your date at 1.

he shows up in a brown sweater, some boyfriend jeans, and some converse and u were like 🤭🤭

you're so glad penny helped you with your outfit because you guys matched a little bit

you guys order some coffee and food and just talk and hang out

he's so sweet and wants to learn so much about you and you wanna learn so much about him so it feels like an interview at first but you guys then start to flow better and suddenly you guys never want to leave

after an hour and a half you guys leave the coffee shop, but continue to just walk around and talk

he walks you to your car at around 4:30 and hugs you goodbye and you're like what 😨😨 he hates physical contact

its got both you and him all giddy

everyone in the bau on monday can tell that somethings happened because spencer isn't terrified to go near you and you guys are actually conversing

the bau is very relieved because FINALLY you guys can talk to each other and its not awkward

[nocoffeeorbreakfast]

All tied up

Aizawa x reader - you've been bratting all week with your boyfriend, Shota Aizawa, and he's come to collect. #nocoffeeorbrakfastkinktober #Aizawa #ropeplay #impactplay #nippleplay #forcedorgasm

You knew it was only a matter of time. You had been mouthing off, rolling your eyes, sighing in annoyance, and honestly just being rude to your boyfriend all week. In your defense, it had been a long week, and you didn't always realize you were doing it... but he did. He knew you were having a long week, but he kept a running tally of every single eye roll and tch you let slip just for giggles.

So here you are, Saturday night, in the basement kneeling on the floor, trying to remember every last indiscretion. Wishing this was the first time this happened, but knowing better.

Stand up.

You stand up slowly, but refusing to look up at him.

Do you know how many times you rolled your eyes at me this week?

He knows you have no idea, doesn't stop him from waiting for an answer anyway. He stands in front of you, and lifts your face so he can see your eyes.

Answer me.

I... I don't know sir... but in my defense...

I don't care about the reason. I want a number.

You try to look down, but he holds your face, staring into your eyes, waiting.

 Twice? You say hopeful.

He smiles, but it’s far from sweet and loving.

He grabs your wrists and begins to wrap rope around them. Slowly dragging the rope across your skin with each loop as he ties them together. He stretched you thoroughly beforehand, so you knew rope was coming. Anytime you are in particular trouble he likes to render you completely helpless and at his mercy. He finishes tying your wrists without another word to you. He drops the excess rope to the floor. He grabs another bundle and begins quietly tying a chest harness on you.You try to read his expression each time he walks in front of  you pulling the rope around your chest, but he doesn’t look at you. The final loop makes you wince as he tightens the knot on your back. You looks at you questioning.

Green sir… 

He checks the knot again, runs his fingers along the inside of the rope, making sure it’s not cutting into your skin. Always so meticulous. He grabs another bundle and taps the inside of your thigh with it. You reluctantly spread your legs. He begins wrapping the rope around one of your ankles, creating a cuff. He ties the end to one of the hard points on the floor and moves to the other side. He repeats the cuff on your other ankle and ties the other side down. He steps in front of you and admires his work. You stand before him, feet spread wide, the chest harness tight around your mid section, and your wrists tied in front of you. You instinctively pull on the ankle cuffs. The cuffs themselves are not too tight, but there’s no give from the hard points. Your legs aren’t closing or opening at all until he unties them…

Sir… I’m sorry I was bratty this week. I was in my head about work…

You’re not sorry yet, but you will be.

He grabs the excess rope from my wrists and pulls your arms above your head. Your  head follows as he begins looping the rope through the hard point on  the ceiling above. He pulls the rope tight and brings the end of the rope to the back of your harness and ties another knot. This causes your arms to bend and puts a slight arch in your back which pushes your breasts up and out, not that they needed any help. The rope wrapped underneath and in between them was already doing a great job of that. Just like your ankles, the cuff on your wrists isn’t overly tight, but the way they are tied above your head gives you no room for mercy. The bend in your arms, almost like you’re leaning into it, means your arms aren’t going to get tired anytime soon. He steps in front you and appreciates his work. You see the proud look in his eyes. Mad or not, he loves tying you. Brings him so much joy to see you presented to him and at his will. Loves feeling the rope glide across his hands and seeing it slide over your body. It relaxes him. He shakes his head and remembers why you’re like this. He grabs a flogger off the table. A thick one with lots of leather straps. Your favorite “thuddy”.

15.

Sir?

That’s how many times you rolled your eyes at me this week. Truly a personal record for you. I don’t think you’ve ever got past 2 or 3 before. To be fair, I’ve never let you get that far without dealing with you, but I was truly curious how far you’d go. I never thought you’d go that far.

He walks closer and grabs the sides of your face.

The first time this pretty little mouth popped off at me, I let it slide because I knew it wasn’t really directed at me, but when you got smart again and AGAIN, I knew you were going to hurt. Oh, and in case you were wondering how many times you mouthed off at me this week, 5 times.

Your mouth drops open, ready to respond, but he grips your face tighter. He leans into your ear.

You don’t wanna know how many times you gave me an exasperated sigh.

He almost growls and you know it’s no use denying. He lets go of your face and steps back. He begins flogging your chest. Each thud landing on a separate breast. After a few minutes you’re panting. Your nipples are at attention. He drops the flogger and steps closer to you. He grabs the left breast and slides it in his mouth. The moan is out your mouth before you process he stopped hitting you. He moves to the right nipple and gives it the same attention. You throw your head back, loving the feel of his warm mouth on you. He massages each breast and nipple while he sucks on the other one, moving between the two. You’re not sure how this is punishment, but you’re quickly not caring as he works each one. That is until he clamps nipple clamps on both your nipples. Your heart drops as the cold metal grips your now hard and fevered nipples. How did he get both on at the same time??? He smiles at you as he grabs the flogger and begins flogging your breasts again. The clamps have all the blood in your nipples so now each slap of the flogger has your brain on fire. Tears well up in your eyes and your brain tries to focus on the shift from pleasure to pain. Each slap brings forth a little yelp from your lips. In your mind you’re wiggling away from the slaps, but the rope has you securely in place.

He stops flogging you and set the flogger down. He walks up to you and checks the clamps. He tightens them just a bit more and you wail in pain. He wipes the few tears that drip down your cheek. He looks at you, waiting.

Green sir…

He never fails to check in. you want to say red, but you both know you aren’t at your limit. Just stubborn. He waves the hitachi wand in front you, and you wish you had said red. He turns it on and places it firmly on your clit. The immediate shock makes the scream sitting in your throat come out as a desperate wheeze. The high powered vibrations already have an orgasm threatening to crash out of you. Instinctively, you try to close your legs, move away, anything to lessen the intensity between your legs, but it’s no use. You look at him with pleading eyes.

Sir… I…

You can come.

Before your brain can react, your body is coming on command. You scream into your arm as come splatters on the floor beneath you. As you’re riding the aftershocks of your orgasm, he tightens your clamps once more. You cry out and  try to register if you are screaming from pain or pleasure. The hitachi wand hasn’t left you, and already you feel the pressure building again. You go up on your tiptoes like you’re chasing the orgasm. You look at him again, pleading for the command. Desperately trying to hold back the inevitable, but know if you ask you will be denied. Just when you’re about to lose control and deal with the consequences later he pulls the hitachi wand away.

Bratty bitches who roll their eyes and pop off at their boyfriends don’t deserve to come.

FUUUCCCCKKKK SIR…. PLEASE…

You yank on the ropes and to your horror, all the cuffs tighten on your skin. You look at him frantically.

Aht aht aht… those ropes aren’t going to let you run. You should know that.

He slaps your breasts rapidly. Each smack ricocheting in your ears. The cold metal contradicting your fevered nipples. He places the wand back on your clit and the orgasm is out of you immediately. Your body is on fire from the constant changes. Tears stream down your face as your body tries to thrash against the ropes. You try to move away from the wand but can’t. You don’t know if he increased the intensity or if your body is just heightened, but you’re climbing that mountain a fourth time. You attempt to grind your clit even harder against the wand.

SIR I’M COMING…

No you’re not.

He snatches it away again and you wail in agony. Your body slumps. If you weren’t tied, you would have been on your knees. He tightens your clamps again and you wonder how many more notches are left.

SMACK SMACK, SMACK SMACK

He slaps each of your nipples twice. You’re full on crying now. He grabs your face and forces you to look at him.

What did you learn?

What?!

He places the wand back on your clit, hard.

WHAT

DID

YOU

LEARN? each word is accompanied with a jerk of the wand.

Learn?!

He moves the wand away and slaps your nipples again.

SMACK SMACK

You wail. Sobbing uncontrollably. You places the wand between your legs again.

I won’t ask again.

N… n… not to be disrespectful. Sir, please!!

You feel the angle of the wand change and know this orgasm will take you out. You climb on your tiptoes, tears, snot and spit dripping off your cheeks. 

Damn right you did.

He snatches the clamps off your nipples just as your orgasm crashes out of you. Your soundless scream grows into a long ear pitching wail as your body yanks on the ropes. Your vision goes in and out and you feel dizzy as wave after wave of come leaves your body. Your body fever pitch.

He wraps a firm arm around your waist, and you feel the rope being pulled from your back as he tugs on the rope, guiding the rope through the hard point, slowly letting your arms fall in front of you. Your body slumps on his as he leans down to slowly untie each of your ankles, careful that you stay on his back as he moves to each hard point. As soon as your last ankle is untied, he quickly gathers your body before you fall. You both slide to the floor and he begins unraveling the rope around your chest, each slow slide of the rope sending goosebumps up your spine. When you are completely untied. He stands up and carries you to the couch. You curl up in his lap, whimpering. He kisses each of your nipples gently, licking and sucking each one. He grabs lotion and massages your wrists and ankles, smiling at the rope marks. He puts a blanket over you and kisses your head.

I’m sorry sir. You whisper on the edge of sleep.

That’s my good girl.

[experiment-tzt]

✨Meteor Shower🌠

So there used to be a trend on Insta faaaaaaaaaar before where you ask friends for a silly doodle of stars and youll show it off with the song. I wanted to do it, didnt have time, then forgot about it. BUT one day i wanted to fix my old render and lineart, and so i decided to try something new and got inspired then hop on drawing. In the end i finished other drawings with this new style but not this one(yes the artfight ones and my ref of delta oc), but now is finally done! ✨💜

So what i mean is thank to most of my friends i wouldnt have done it without them, heck i even give thanks to random internet people who inspired me to change my artsyle a bit more lmao (submas fandom go brrr🚂) Anyways i finished this on friday but ill upload this on Saturday just to give its own space🌌(haha get it space...okay ill see myself out)

[quaddmgd]

Yes it can! Got something cool to show ya.

So on a Tuesday night I was kinda stuck in the workroom, running rendering tasks, so I figured I can at least pop in a CP77 disc into the One S I have lying around. I had to make some preparations for my future Corpo AU shots and I've never played the last gen version before, so I was already excited to try it out.

I did all I wanted in about 15 minutes and decided to quickly shoot some pictures to see how they stack up against Series X (apart from lower resolution of course). Halcyon suggested that I start Nocturne Op55N1 to get some pics with Hanako. I decided to ship Corpo!Crystal with her after all (now you know). What the hell, I'm stuck here anyway, right?

So let's see what we can achieve with the most vanilla photo mode experience possible and the right mindset - in Cyberpunk 2077 v1.61 on Xbox One S.

I was wondering if I can get any shippy saturday material with such a limited set of tools. I got Crystal as close to Hanako as possible, then tried out (mostly unfitting) poses that I'd deviously cut to make them look convincing enough, similarly to my previous vanilla photo mode ventures (I have yet to post some of my favorites).

It worked well enough, even with the barrier around Hanako stopping me from getting them really close together. I created tension between them, simply by having Crystal "Eavesdrop (Left)", "Distracted Girlfriend" or "C'mere, Gonkbrain" towards Hanako.

But come on.... they had to kiss somehow.

I focused on poses that: a) have Crystal lean in any direction b) have an up/down slider to compensate for the height loss from leaning

Leaning poses made it possible to bring them even closer to each other, but it wasn't enough. No matter which one I chose, her barrier was impossible to break... or so I thought.

See, the counter is seemingly inaccessible, but jumping on any stool makes it easy to get on. Collision system tries really hard to push you off of it but, with some luck, switching photo mode on and off can stop it from happening*, let you stay on top and move freely. Now I was back using poses with up/down sliders and I quickly settled on "Off to the Races" as the one most likely to make them kiss. Luckily, the minimum slider value was IDEAL to get Crystal's lips on the same level as Hanako's. The only issue was with moving C left/right/close/far, as her collision remained in the same place she spawned - on the bar top. At this point sliders were useless, so I had to go back to gameplay to correct her position. After some trial and error I set her perfectly. Now a quick rotation towards Hanako and voila! Now they kiss! * - if your V spawns with the default starting pose - "Tabula Rasa", "What Can I Get Ya?" or "Night City Strut" - then it's a good sign

And how does it look from the outside perspective?

Yes, that's a lot of steps and time spent on a small photo shoot. The lighting is what it is, their eyes are open, Johnny The Parasite stands exactly where I'd want to place the camera, but it's still cute and it proves that creativity can get you places with vanilla photo mode. And final results can look really good, even on a base Xbox One.

Of course, photo editing software like GIMP can get you even better results. I use it to change aspect ratio of my pics, patch up any lighting/texture bugs, and sometimes for basic color correction. For the sake of clarity, I didn't use it for shots in this post. Just know it's there and it's easy to learn.

I couldn't decide whether it should be a blog post or a tutorial, so it's a blog post that goes step by step through my thought process, I guess. I might do some vanilla VP tutorials in the future, if the demand is there, but right now my job doesn't even let me finish my Legacy of Kain: Defiance playthrough, so I can't promise anything!

[bvannn]

Weekly Update June 7, 2024

I’m in a sour mood right now because I got differed from plasma over paperwork. I’ll try a different chain next week, since the one I’ve been going to is super crowded now anyway. We also got a cat this week, that was the correct answer to the post on Saturday. It’s my mom’s cat, but mom has been out most of this week so I’ve been left alone with her. I’ve been really tired. Like insanely tired. But I still got a good amount of stuff done.

Artfight stuff: I’m planning on revamping the thumbnails and redoing Romeo’s refsheet, plus adding Josh. Luckily at work this week I was put on a job that’s pretty relaxed as far as timing goes, and I have lots of little gaps of time to draw while I wait for the balance to stabilize. As a result I got Romeo and Josh’s refsheets sketched, as well as all the thumbnails planned + several sketched. Tomorrow I’ll try to get some of those rendered.

Comic stuff: Comic is going to be on the back burner this month and next most likely, but I did finish off page 7 and started sketching page 8, which I plan to continue slowly. Every once in a while I’ll get stunlocked with indecisiveness and what I’ve been doing to combat it is 15 sit-ups and then roll a wheel of small tasks and do whatever it says, then repeat until free time is over. So it’s still getting done in those little bursts where I don’t have enough time for something bigger.

Music: another quickie is generally done, but I’m going to hold off on it until I decide to do lyrics for it, because it would probably be perfect for an animation meme if I add some quick generic poppy lyrics. Like I can just channel my rage into a couple stanzas and call it good. I really want to release songs specifically for animation memes because I like newgrounds and respect newgrounds’ copyright policy so I want to make some nice music for animation memes that’s copyright safe for whoever to use with credit. Also still making progress on re-mixing my older tracks, OEB needed a complete redo, some VSTs needed to be swapped out entirely, plug I’m learning a bunch of fancy new tricks, so good chance I’ll post another sample of that once I get it figured out. Unsure if I need to actually redo the vocaloid track or just to redo the effects, but I can figure that out after the instrumentals are done.

Also got a good amount of lyric writing done, RR is 88% done, BATB is still a cool 71%. I’m getting into the groove of doing that at work too, so hopefully those should be done quick, plus the quickie I have on hold. Once I have energy I’ll also finish up that other quickie and the Zelda medley I’ve had in the pipe, hopefully that’ll be this weekend, but good chance it’ll be Monday night.

Other things: OEB is at 32% on storyboards, and like 17% on the Kyo rig. A whole bunch of assets are done but need to be imported/exported, plus I’m taking a couple shortcuts too to make things a bit easier, and I can flesh out the rig more as I use it more. Also, my strategy for the sketchy lines is a success! I may also be able to apply it to other areas and fix the issue of flash being shit for drawing, but that’s a bit ambitious. I’ll try chipping away at having the rest of the clip assets *drawn* by the end of the month so I can import/export them at work next month. But again that’s currently in the ‘if I have a little free time’ bracket of priority.

Miscellaneous: I’m getting a couple TTRPG things done too, little bit of writing, little bit of drawing, again not too high a priority but it’s getting done.

Tonight I’m tired and in a bad mood so I’m going to just chip away at re-mixing OEB tonight and maybe sketch a comic panel or two. Maybe. I have one more regular general drawing I want to get done before the end of the month but I don’t know when that’s coming, this weekend I’ll try to focus on Artfight stuff, with breaks in between to spin the wheel of small tasks I need to accomplish. Lots of housekeeping, hopefully next week is kind to me with plasma so I get more time.

[damelceri]

LONG Vent//rant

I wish I could've posted something special for the vtsom anniversary, it's such a special game for me but I couldn't get to finish the drawing for that day, not even for that week

I know I don't owe explanations, I'm not trying to "excuse" myself either, after all, art is something I do for fun and love, but it's exactly because of that that I want to share why I'm not able to post as much as I'd like to, I guess it's to get myself to understand what I've been doing and not feel as guilty for not being able to do everything all at once, I feel like this is a way of journaling

Last week was technically my last week of school; between exams and presentations and practices I didn't have time to even take care of myself or clean my workspace, it was a nightmare, I always try to have good grades but I hadn't realized I overworked my body to the limit until one morning my dad dropped me off school and when I was getting off the bike I collapsed to the floor from how tired I was (rmu victor style LMAO), thankfully it was only that one time but I'm still kind of sad that I got low grades on a few subjects

BUT HEY I GOT A PERFECT SCORE ON MY PRACTICES, YOU CAN TRUST ME WITH A SYRINGE BABYYY

Not everything was so bad though, that same week was my mom's birthday and i got her a cake

That same week, on Saturday I went to do social services to the beach and we got to see baby sea turtles

Just look at this lil baby!!!

But yeah, despite the good things that I'm so grateful I got to experience, my body is tired, I try to stay awake to make good use of my time but my body screams at me to lay down so I have no other option but to do so while I can

as of today I'm (finally!) on vacations although this past week I still had to go to school again to fill some papers and ask for other things and blah blah, but I'm technically free

Today I tried to practice coloring/rendering on digital because I never do that, and I think it's coming out really good

Even if I couldn't finish the anniversary art on time, I'll still like to finish it because I think it's a cute concept and I wouldn't want it to go to waste, although I'll do it after finishing this coloring practice, just so that it looks it's best

Here's how the practice coloring is coming out, I'm really proud of It because I always have trouble drawing hair that it's not just shapes and blobs

If ur still reading this, and I hope this wasn't a waste of time for you, (u even got a cute pic of a turtle!), either way, this was something I needed to share so thank you so much for sticking with me, ur the best :]

[kcowgill]

Last week’s recap!

I went into the office Monday and Wednesday. It seems like the train is only on time if I’m running late and have to literally run to catch it. When I arrive with plenty of time to saunter up onto the train platform, the train is guaranteed to be at least 8 minutes late. I’m CERTAIN my arrival time is the causative factor.

Had something at work blow up a couple mornings in a row. It’s a product we’re actively replacing, so there were lots of jokes about me lighting the thing on fire to send it on its way out the door.

Got out of my workout routine - wasn’t feeling great Monday, forgot my gym clothes bag on Wednesday. I decided a little later in the week to start “greasing the groove”: every once in a while, walk past the workout room and do a chin-up, some squats, some pushups. So once (yeah, yeah) on Thursday, 2-3 times on Friday (at which point I also threw in some crunches and 55lb kettlebell swings.

I finally finished a home server cluster I started a few weeks ago - I have 6 OrangePi boards stacked in some cases I 3d printed and started installing software. Lots of fun wasting time over the weekend forcing myself to learn.

Got called on Saturday for something else blowing up. It seems someone on another team made some changes the night before, and my team wasn’t on the list of folks to ensure their stuff is back up and running afterwards.

Capped off the weekend by making Char Siu. I was originally going to make Char Siu Bao (gluten free) but ran out of time. The pork I did make was pretty good, though starting with pork shoulder was a miss - not as much fat rendered down during cooking as I’d hope so it didn’t have a great texture.

Finally, the first image. I’m continuing to lose weight slowly (there’s only a few pounds between the highest and lowest weigh-ins). Obviously it’s mostly diet since I can’t get my rear in gear with regards to exercise. But today marks the start of a brand new week!

[macabrecabra]

Slowly working through asks! Been devoting time to getting small answers out while I work on the bigger renders. Working on the last aether dragon commission, two separate gift arts, and environment art for my webcomic series. Also got my aasimar lass concept art I need to update and get done before Friday for the Secret Satan even and once I get my person for it, will have that take priority!

Also fanfics...they will be updated and finished >8I looking to dedicate an entire day this Saturday to just writing and editing! >8E

BUT THEN. WHEN ALL THAT IS OFF THE TABLE... I AM DOING THE ART FOR THE LOVECRAFT POPULARITY POLL! In no particular order of who will face of who first, I've gotten down the falling horrors:

Nyarlthotep, Azathoth, Nameless Mist, Darkness, Cthuhlu, Gobogeg, Hastur, Umr At-Tawil, shub niggurath,Gloon, Nug and Yeb (Package deal!), Yig, Tsathoggua, Ghantanothoa, Dagon, Hydra, Bokrug, Chaugnar Faugn, yog sothoth, and Tru' Nembra

If there is a named Great Old One or Outer God I missed, let me know! I tried to go for ones with either interesting designs and enough lore to form a comprehensive picture/personality and are created within Lovecraft's lifetime/mentioned by Lovecraft/ or acknowledged by Lovecraft. Also avoided "OP" ones that are just made long after and sort of go against established core lore (the Elder Gods and Great Ones are exempt to be done in their own poll as they fall in a different category of beings in my mind!)

[wiredaughter]

@augustwritingchallenge: enemies to allies

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rebuilding bridges ◇ enemies to friends ◇ wholesome ◇ 1,147 words ◇ ao3

Redd's Song

Tom has been waiting all week for this night. It’s Saturday, and that means as soon as darkness falls over the island, K.K. Slider is to make his usual appearance in the plaza. His ears twitch with excitement, he just loves the singer too much to hold his enthusiasm in, no matter how many times he sees him perform. And no matter how crammed Tom’s work week is, or if the rain catches him on his way to the Resident Services building, nothing can get him down on a Saturday… or nothing so far.

It’s Orville who finds him at his desk this morning, looking so distressed his beak keeps clicking when he tries to explain what’s happened. Tom follows him to the airport worriedly, to find Wilbur running in circles around his beloved plane. There’s been damage from the storm the night before, and there’s no way they can get it on the air today.

Tom rubs his paws down his face, relieved. As awful as this is, nobody’s been hurt and the Island Representative is sure to fix it shortly. He hasn’t seen her all day, but she’ll likely drop by later to get her daily Nook Miles. ‘I’ll make sure to let our Island Representative know of this wrinkle, yes, yes!’

‘But Tom,’ pipes up Isabelle, who’d followed them there. ‘How is K.K. going to get here now?’

The ground sinks beneath Tom’s tiny raccoon feet as he realises she is right. ‘To the pier!’ He decides. ‘We need to get Kapp’n in the case immediately!’

Nothing is quite immediate in this island, and as they run into villagers that have heard the news in their way, he finds himself thanking Phil and Freckles and some horsey who just moved in, but explaining they don’t need someone to take the stage in K.K.’s stead. There’s a solution in the works.

Or there should be, but it appears the reason the Representative hasn’t been by Resident Services yet is she’s off to some mystery island, rendering Kappn’s boat inaccessible until she returns.

‘Unh-hunh, and who knows when that’ll be…’ grumbles Elvis, who’d been looking for the Representative and now joins the K.K. Crisis Committee.

As much as he’d usually disagree with the lion, Tom has to concede he’s got a point. Without the boat, there’s nothing to be done, and even if they start trying to repair the aeroplane now it’s too late. There’s no way it’d be safe to fly on time. The brainstorming session starts getting heated after Raymond boasts that he’d never have only one plane, needing at least two backups in any case. As tensions rise, someone clears his throat loudly from the shadow of a palm tree.

They all turn, following Tom’s motion as his eyes land on the last person –the last fox– he wants to see in this moment. With a blue apron that looks way better tailored than the last one he saw him in and a selfsatisfied expression, Redd stares at him, absentmindedly biting into a pear. Tom darts a glance to the villagers and, gauging by their expressions, he can guess which have crossed his path. He sighs.

‘You are not allowed on this island, Redd.’

‘First off, that’s Jolly Redd now, Tom, the brand has changed and the business as well! Maybe we could luncheon one of these days to catch up, what do you say?’

‘Not interested?’ Tom can’t help saying it like a question. It’s hard to make affirmations around the fox, but he’ll have to find a way to stand his ground.

‘And second, I hear you’re in need of a boat. You see, I happen to have a boat myself and I’m sure you know what a fan of K.K. Sli-’

‘Don’t say his name.’ Tom’s paw covers his mouth before he can finish. If Redd’s weapon is his speech, he’ll just have to make sure he doesn’t have it. ‘And how would you know about any of this?’

‘We asked for his help!’

‘... help!’

Regretting getting out of bed at all, Tom turns to find his apprentices standing very close together, eyes darting from him to Redd. Although he’s been sure to caution them against going into business with a fox, he’s not told them anything about Redd specifically. Still, would it be too much to ask for his employees to lend an ear?

‘How about it, then?’ Redd’s words are muffled but he’s still making his point. ‘I get your troubadour here on time, and in exchange… I get to stay for the show, deal?’

Tom pinches his raccoon nose, effectively giving up his attempt to silence Redd’s lying fox mouth. The Island Representative is out chasing exotic bugs and picking moss, the show is tonight, he’s got to take charge. ‘I’ll need to inspect this boat of yours. And I’m coming with.’

Redd’s boat is as shabby as he’d expected it to be, and still, it will do. They set sail without exchanging more words that are strictly necessary, disgruntled to be in each other’s close proximity again, and he can tell Redd is; no matter how calculated his veneer of nonchalance is.

K.K. is most accommodating, and they leave their differences to the side in the presence of their idol. The trip back is less tense, both of them in their best behaviour and K.K. happy to answer questions about his craft as he tunes his guitar and plays around with some scales. This is the most time Tom has spent with K.K. Slider and a part of him can’t help but be thankful to the boat. And its owner, peripherally.

The show is a success, the representative’s back from her expedition and the whole island congregates to hear the music. Tom stands next to the entrance to the Resident Services building, taking in the breezy night, as many of the nights he’s spent listening to his favourite singer and yet, different. Redd stands to the side, eyes glued to K.K.. Earlier he’d tried to hustle some sort of raffle, as expected, but he’d given it up as soon as K.K. started playing.

As the first notes to Comrade K.K. float in the air, Tom walks over to Redd, who gives him a sidestare, more cautious than distrusting. ‘Well. It seems we’ve saved the day, mister businessman.’

‘So it seems.’ Tom pretends not to notice as Redd takes a step closer, still not looking at him. Very quickly, before he loses his nerve he adds. ‘If you were serious about grabbing lunch, that’s something we could do, hm?’

Redd turns to look at him this time, blinking twice like processing the words. The smile that breaks through his face now is less knowing than his usual business mask. ‘Yeah, I think I’d like that,’