#This is really just a rough draft lmao

[vanillalipglossed]

Anway neopolitan trio AU where

Techno is a farmer minding his own business when this golden furred wolf like creature breaks through and starts trying to hunt Techno's animals. As Techno goes out to banish the animal a tall boy with brown hair and warm eyes comes through yelling the creature's name.

"Tommy! Get back here! Tommy? You'll get yourself hurt!" He calls, panting through his words.

Techno pulls the creature away from his animals in a harshly crafted lead. He calls out to ask who this kid is and why his dog is trying to eat his livestock but is cut off by the kid.

"Please I am sorry, he is my pet. I have tamed him by myself. I am just trying to survive and he aids me, he helps me find food, water, shelter. Please do not hurt him." He sounds afraid, like a child talking of monsters under their bed.

"Where are your parents?" he says, softer than he'd like to admit, "Why do they not provide for you?"

"My parents are no longer with us. They passed away years past." He walks over and takes the lead of the snarling creature, shushing it as he removes the lead from it's head. "He is all I have." The last part was quiet, for Tommy he assumed.

"Let me care for you." The words surprised Techno as well as the kid in front of him. He didn't know this child's name much less enough to care for him.

"What's the catch?"

"There is none. A child your age should not be on the wild like this. It's far too dangerous." Techno was looked at long and hard. "I can not have it on my conscience," he said at last.

"Will Tommy get to stay?"

"If he doesn't eat my livestock."

"Deal." He held his hand out, shaking but there.

"Deal," Techno replied softly, taking his hand.

As the weeks went on Techno learns more about the kid. His name is Wilbur and he is 16, his parents died when he was just 13, he loved berries of any kind, he was afraid of starting fires, he was abnormally strong for his age. He also learned more of Tommy, like the fact that he prefers to eat out of a bowl or that he had sought Wilbur out. Eventually Techno forgets he once lived without them. It's not long before Wilbur says I love you, soon adding a Dad or Father to the statement.

[last-in-line-for-hell]

// n$fw

Wei Wuxian loving being manhandled, loving riding Lan Wangji because it’s the position Lan Wangji hits him deepest, Wei Wuxian producing his own slick, teasing Lan Wangji that their “everydays” will lead to Wei Wuxian getting pregnant, him acting like a total brat to get Lan Wangji to snap and be as rough as he can…I love this ridiculous brat of a bottom.

[guesswhosaninja]

do you ever hear the phrase "I was so scared of wasting a day that I nearly wasted my life" and have it haunt you for a month

there are so many times I've felt like I simply lost years, and you'll finally do something and realize you spent six months saying "I should do that soon" without doing anything or "I should get back to that" each day for months on end

[kamomie]

my live notes on foolish betrayal lmao

Again, I took these live. You can see I got too tired to continue when we got to the interrogation part.

It's a long read. I'm currently trying to make a more cohesive overlook. this is all the q!characters I just got tired and needed to sacrifice some stuff for quick note taking lol

Teleported out of nowhere, yet excited to get attention and a mission. Willingness to do whatever, has a limit but isn't bothered say what his limit is. Cucurucho tells him “I trust your strong sense of justice” which don’t align with q!foolish really? Even q!foolish himself is confused by this/seems to kinda disagree, but quickly adjusts to please cucurucho in order to secure getting a mission? (Scapegoat foolish arc too?).

Is taken aback by the arrest mission, seems uneasy at first, but no spoken qualms about doing it. Excited about the possibility of being able to just choose someone and arrest them for whatever. Admits to not really understanding Cucurucho’s ‘angle’.

Immediately believes Cucurucho’s words regarding Tazercraft being behind mr. mustards disappearing.  Only a little “are you sure?” and foolish is on board and believes cucurucho. Agrees immediately. No attempt to defy or get out of the situation. Goes straight for how he can get them to the cucurucho office. Genuinely thinks they won’t get mad? Relies on his being on good terms and considered a silly little guy, to get away with betrayal. Does not want to be seen with cucurucho by the others in the tunnel. Not forthcoming/upfront. Uses the situation to get a gun. Believes it’ll bring mr. mustard back, but does question how, though quickly moves past that. Keeps saying “they’ll understand.”

Doesn’t really take it seriously. Finally asks a good question “why doesn’t cucurucho arrest them himself? He’s done it before and is probably more capable of it?” doesn’t take his own line of thought seriously, and reverts to self-confidence, “maybe they think I’m a threatening guy, maybe it’s the outfit”.

There is never a moment of second guessing, he is ready to do it, despite being a bit nervous.

Allows them to finish haircut. Says to tazercraft he has something important to tell them, in an excited sort of way, no warning given. He makes it seem like he wants to share information or show off something. Has a chance to come clean when asked why he disappeared out of thin air, but just gets more excited and keeps quiet, lies somewhat to make it seem like lore-sharing. Excited. Just excitement.

Liar. Says he doesn’t want to do it but has to. No indication that he was forced to do so. He willingly agreed to it. Didn’t attempt to say no.  Tazercraft asks why? Foolish says, good question, do you have anything to do with mr. mustard, and tazercraft denies. Says he feels bad but doesn’t really. trusts cucurucho over his friends. Continues being excited and kinda bragging about his arrest? Even though he KNOWS it’s not something others will be happy about. Refuses to share information. Other than ‘I was told to arrest them because they kidnapped mr. mustard’. Can’t provide proof of the statement. Refuses to share who told him that. Doesn’t believe he has anything to do with tazercraft disappearing despite being the one leading them to cucurucho and arresting them. Says a whole lot of nothing. Bunch of empty words all circling back to the same fact: He will not share information. Keeps admitting to arresting tazercraft proudly, but again not sharing any actual information.

The way he answers cellbit shows that he does understand that he did something perceived as wrong by his friends. Even when cellbit makes it clear, that if foolish is in any way omitting truth and not sharing information, he would no longer consider him a friend, he still chooses to not share his actual information and continues his talking without any substance.

Lied to Jaiden about richarlyson.

[chaosandwolves]

Found this in my drafts:

Also can we talk about something?

The whole reason why Eli couldn't shift!?

Coyotes entered their house!?

Coyotes entered the house of werewolves!??? What!?

A werewolf who can go full wolf mode???

Derek who grew up with born wolves, never shifted in front of Eli up to this point!!????

Malia and Peter didn't either???

And even then... They never worked with him on that!?? Come the fuck on...

And I'm cackling

What even was that movie? Lazy writing is not even a word for it... This is just terrible stupid shit writing

[shima-draws]

Old OCs? Can you tell us about them?

Not much to say honestly LOL like I mentioned in the tags I was super into dystopian YA romance novels in high school like The Hunger Games and Divergent and Twilight (which I guess isn't dystopian but?? I digress) so I wanted to try my hand at it. Combined with an adolescent Shima who had a crush on two different guys that were in the same stage musical as her I deadass just made a cringey Mary Sue OP self-insert protag (named Sierra) and the two love interests inspired by the boys I was enamored with to make a very cliched, very barebones YA book plot. LMAO

Basically this was teenage me's way of living out her fantasies of getting noticed by Pretty Popular Boys. That. That's it. That's really it. JKDASMASD

There wasn't much more thought put into the actual plot, I came up with two groups against each other called the Renegades (bc I thought that sounded cool) and the Adherents (which iirc I looked up what the opposite of a renegade was and that's what I got. So that's what they were called??) Idk why they were fighting. I decided they'd all have cool combat suits and that was as far as I got

I called the two male characters Nathan and Avery and had them be best friends. Pure self-indulgence had me deciding this would be a classic love triangle where both of them would fall for Sierra and fight over her. Sierra and Nathan were endgame bc I just liked Nathan more as a character. One thing I remember specifically was Sierra giving him the nickname "Natan" (pronounced Nay-tan) and I still kinda refer to him that way in my head kasdmlsfafd

If I were to reboot them now I'd still probably have Sierra and Nathan end up together just to satisfy child me but not involve a love triangle. OR just make Avery in love with both of them but cool with not getting involved. Slap an ace label on his forehead. Break the cliche lol

The reason I remembered them at all was bc I actually recently rewatched the Hunger Games saga :") Nathan is very similar to Peeta so when I saw him I was like OH MY GOD THAT'S RIGHT I had those old OCs in high school! And now here we are

[softwaluigi]

just finished repo the genetic opera. I feel lied to

[therealandian]

there's something really satisfying about going back to work on a project and immediately knowing how to make it better

like i've messed with this story a bit over time, but i never really put a whole lot of thought into the pacing because i just wanted it On The Page

and sure i still haven't written the entire story out yet, but with the rough draft as rough as it is, i think reworking the beginning is going to make things a lot more coherent when i finally do get it all written (and i do have an outline so that helps). cuz wow i breezed through the inciting event with such little substance (around 2k words) which leads to so much expository dialogue in chapter 2 lmao

in the meantime, though, please enjoy this little bit that i pretty much kept word-for-word because it's cute and i love this cat

“Hey there, little guy,” Tayn said, holding out his hand to the tiny black kitten that had materialized in his front garden. It sniffed a few times, tickling his skin with its whiskers, before shoving its whole face into his palm with a happy chirp. He laughed, scritching its cheek while it purred in appreciation. “I don’t have any food to give you right now, sorry.” “Mrrp,” said the cat. “Bit far from town, aren’t you?” “Half an hour's walk for me, but I’m sure it takes you longer.” He stroked the fur on its back. “You’re a pretty tiny little guy.” The cat circled around his legs, weaving beneath them and tickling him with its tail. Then, once it had gone too far for his arm to reach it anymore, it turned around with an indignant Rahh! before pushing its face back into his hand. “You know, I can’t really pet you if you walk away,” Tayn laughed. Its ears twitched, and it squinted at him. Pet me more, human! it seemed to be saying. “You got it, little guy.”

[astral-athame]

What Famous Author Do You Write Like?

Tagged By: I stole it from @southern-belle-outcasts

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it <3

[toastsnaffler]

I have to be up for work in 3 hours and I'm gonna be real I think ive hit the point where I might not be getting any sleep at all. for fucks sake.

[liedownquisition]

out of context meme of ch2 of In-Thighed My Head that I needed to get out of MY head.

[zosanbrainrot]

PART 4!!

01 02 03 04 05 06

I stg I'm kicking yall in the shins one last time, we're ALMOST done with the angst!

Let me tell you I had this finished(!) twice(!), but no, I had to go back and change it lmao

In my first go the fight scene was much more rough, it was hard for me to draw from the beginning, I'm not really good at this sort of thing. So I took a little break from the comic and when I got back to drawing the last two panels (static ch close ups) they turned out so GOOD and CRISP! I just had to go back and redraw the previous ones. Didn't change the composition back then, just made the drawings less sketchy and fixed minor mistakes. This panel in particular went through bigger fixes, I couldn't get the pose right:

I emphasized the arch in Zoro's back so it's more clear he's hunched over, the head is lower, and the hand on his stomach wasn't looking good, so I switched its direction and I feel it looks more natural now. The whole pose is shifted to the side now, whereas in the previous ones it was more straight up, but I wasn't conveying perspective well.

So after that I had it all exported, loaded into drafts and as I scroll it on my phone I'm like... There should be one more panel where Zoro's getting kicked : | Imma need to change it AGAIN.......

It just didn't flow well. I work on the comic in chunks so I haven't put these panels together before, I always saw them side by side in my main file.

I just didn't like how you go from Zoro getting kicked to him being thrown, it just felt disjointed to me.

So first I looked through the three sole volumes of BNHA that I have at home to maybe understand drawing fight scenes just a little bit better. That's how I got to the new version of Zoro getting kicked so there's more lines showing movement etc. but most importantly you have the kick and Zoro's reaction separate. So now Zoro's face has a bigger closeup, you can see his open eye.

In the previous version it was more distant, the closeup wasn't as big and you couldn't see his expression well. With just the side view you could only see he's in pain but nothing more than that,whereas when you have a full view of his face you can get much more from that. You see where he's looking, you know he's looking at Sanji when he kicks him in the guts.

I guess that's why, in the first version, I was trying to still show his face where he's being thrown off of Sanji bcs I felt the side profile wasn't doing it's job, but at the same time it felt off, like there was less force in the kick bcs his head wasn't following the movement idk. Also he was def too big in the frame. So now Zoro's smaller to emphasize the perspective more, the head is down, the right arm is more to the side and there's more lines, the flame is more aggressive now and bursts into the sides when it comes in contact with Zoro's body to show the impact. I know they could be better still, but this is the best I can do right now and I'm happy with the result!! I'm glad I kept pushing it! These poses were VERY confusing to draw lol

Alsooo, it would make more sense if Sanji threw Zoro in the other direction, over his head like in karate/judo, but I wanted to keep my directions consistent. I had to have Sanji standing back to the carriage, so he doesn't notice the spear being thrown and Zoro facing the carriage so he can get hit from the front, right after he gets up. It's like..... did he not see it? Did he get hit on purpose? You decide lmao

Though I'm probably too rigid with my 'camera', in BNHA you see the action from any and every direction, i guess it adds to the dynamism of it all, also there's just many MANY more panels in manga lmao

Judge giving me major "isn't there somebody you forgot to ask" vibes at the end there lmao I hope you forgot he's even there and this comes as a surprise!

[mattodore]

I would like to shamelessly and respectfully ask about the bed talk between Matthias and Theo.

your mind... yeah, i'll talk about this.

so on theo's part, he doesn't say much during sex. in the same way he has a lot of difficulty expressing his feelings inside his relationship with matthias, he also has a hard time expressing his desires. theo is... kind of mired down by shame and repression. like, even when theo is actively fucking men he's still repressing a lot of what he really wants and feels. it's interesting, though, because he definitely isn't shy about sex. it's just... he can't speak what he wants out loud, because then he might really get it, you know? and i think he's scared by how that would feel... like having it be that easy to get what he wants after all the years of shutting everything up inside his heart and burying it down so deep. honestly, theo has a hard time even making sounds during sex. he holds his breath, bites on matthias's arms, clenches his teeth... he's just always holding himself back. he can't help it, really.

matthias can sometimes get a few words out of theo if he's prompting them, though. he likes to make theo say please 🙄... and i think matthias will prod and ask theo if it's good, if he likes it, and theo will kind of nod and say yeah, yeah it's good... and i think during those first few times, that question makes theo flush real fast and get all teary. because it really does feel good... and i think theo needs that. and i think he probably... god, well... i think he sort of realizes that he's never really had anything as good in his life. not, like... not in a wow-matthias-is-a-sex-god way, but in a way where it's like, okay. theo is being treated well. time and care went into making sure he wasn't hurt. he's being listened to and matthias is carefully watching each of his reactions. when he says stop, matthias stops. and theo never had that before. so... it's very intense and it's probably both the hardest thing theo's ever had to say during sex while also being the easiest. the crying is an emotional release.

matthias, on the other hand... as you can probably already tell by, well... every other bit of information i've shared about this man... he's filthy. i do think matthias is more sweet with theo than he's ever been with any of his previous sexual partners, but nonetheless... he's still kind of nasty even with theo. i mean, one of his main character traits is his amorality and a complete lack of shame or guilt for anything he feels. so he's very uninhibited and you can definitely tell by the way he talks during sex. every word under the sun that you think is too perverse is probably going to be said while he's fucking someone. i think he really enjoys saying and doing things that society at large deem as Reprehensible... like, just in general. so. yeah, he gets off on saying/doing the things most would gasp and clutch their pearls at.

with that said, matthias does actually tone it down for theo's sake, because i think theo isn't necessarily comfortable with half of what matthias says lmao. but matthias still pushes theo sometimes, because he has this scary accurate sense of what theo needs, and he knows that theo desperately needs to have some of that shame razed from his skin... and what better a way to do it than by making theo realize the things he's so scared of can actually turn him on so bad it makes him shake? so... he talks a lot. it's sort of one-sided, but he's always asking rhetoricals anyway, so i think he's fine with that. however, he definitely doesn't like that theo doesn't make sounds often... tho that changes pretty fast when he starts having fun with it... 🙄 he sees it as a game, like, just where do i need to touch, how far do i push, what do i need to say, to make this little mouse squeak... HORRIBLE MAN.

but when matthias gets theo worked up enough that theo's too dazed to tamp the sounds down, matthias actually starts being incredibly sweet. lots of you're so lovelys and i'd never let anyone hurt yous (...) fall pretty fast from his lips. and he kisses theo alllllllll over. lots of cheek kisses in particular, because he really likes theo's cheeks. and, to clarify, it's not always dirty talk in the bedroom... sometimes it's just intimacy and matthias kissing theo and touching him and making him feel good. matthias's one redeeming quality is how well he takes care of theo, what can i say...

for specifics... hm. theo says: please. it's good. it's too much. more. harder. wait. keep going. switch. like, just little things to direct matthias, in a way... and he never says more than he needs to. he's very sharp and clipped.

matthias is harder to pinpoint specific dialogue for because he just says so fucking much....... like you can really tell that this man loves talking to himself by the way he talks dirty in theo's ear. but i'd say some common phrases are: do you want it? what're you gonna do for it? do you like that? hold still. open up. where are you going? feel that? go ahead and ask for it.

but waaaay down the line, when they've been together for a couple of years and theo's worked past a lot of his issues, i think theo actually becomes comfortable enough to do everything he wants. i think he starts to boss matthias around and take control more... and matthias has always liked when theo is mean, so theo kind of... plays with that a bit. i think he degrades matthias and matthias laps at the palm of his hand for it. matthias has always wanted to be challenged, so. later on, there's definitely a shift in their dynamic, sexually speaking.

[deformedcat]

the fake princess

pairing: reincarnated male reader x yandere prince oc

fic includes: arranged marriage, cross dressing, reader's death (briefly mentioned), Dom to sub bottom male reader, rough sex, rimming 2x, gruwhdbwb will add more in the morning

note: THIS IS NOT FINISHED!! tumblr is rlly messing me up by posting my work earlier whenever i save my draft lol. feel free to read as i write the ending. reader is male! a male!! a certain character will be calling him "lady" for the plot!! i wont spoil much but please keep that in mind ;; this is messy lmao

poor you were just on the way back to your apartment after a barbeque party with your friends— until a drunk man grabbed you from the dark alley way and stabbed you in the stomach and pussied out after he realized what he did.

is this how you die? fuck, he couldve do you a favour by taking you out in one go and not run away?? loser behaviour.

you laid down in your own blood in the dimly lit alley way, your vision slowly getting blurry as your surrounding turns into a blur of colours and into nothing.

before slipping into darkness, you heard a loud voice shouting out your name. its too late, bootlicking shitfuck.

you opened your eyes by the sound of bird chipping, you stared up at the bright blue sky accompanied by someone with dark brown hair and green eyes staring back at you.

"Lady Amador.. it's time to go back to the palace. the prince is looking foward for you during lunch time."

who the fuck is lady amador, and why are they wearing a maid outfit?

sitting up, you take note of the grass underneath you instead of the rough concrete floor from earlier- are you hallucinating to the point youre in this nice garden..? huh, why are you wearing a dress, did a creep kidnapped you and dress you in one of their grandma's dresses?!

panicking, you got up towards the pond and looked into your own reflection. you still looked the same as before, you cant say the same since your hair looked much longer and the light makeup on your face.

lady amador.. prince?? garden.. holy- is that a palace behind you?! whats going on?!

before you could brainstorm any longer, the person from earlier waved their hand in front of you, catching your attention. "lady amador, its time to go. prince sebastian is looking for you."

prince sebastian? sebastian..

slowly, everything clicked to you, did you really reincarnated as one of the characters in the novel "The Villainess's Ultimate Plan!" holy shit.

you touched your face, and then looked into the pond again, that face..

the villainess younger brother?!

the one who disguised as the protagonist.. the one that planned the entire scheme to assassinate the crown prince but end up getting beheaded one day after the wedding night?!

with that information, your vision fade into black once again.

"My lady?!"

jerking awake, you hunched over, clasping a hand against your face. you slowly takes a few deep breathe, you slowly brought your hand away.

you looked to your side, the same person from earlier is standing next to you with a worried expression. not only them, a man with bright gold hair is sitting on a chair nearby reading a book.

prince fucking sebastian. the man that you're supposed to kill during you and the prince's wedding night.

he looked up from his book and walked up to you, you flinched away when he raised his hand, he stopped his action before he promptly caressing your face.

"you, please step out of Lady Penelope's room." he ordered the person (the maid maybe?), and they complied.

there was an awkward silence in the room, he was still holding your face, you looked at the side, scared to hold any eye contact with the man in front of you.

"look at me." he said in a stern voice, like a mom scolding her child.

so you did, afraid of any consequences. (since he was the same man that's willing to destroy the kingdom for your supposed sister.)

he let go of your face before sitting onto the side of the bed, his face is blank,, as if he dont care about you, but the worried tone in his voice said otherwise.

"y/n." you jumped at the name, how did he know your name- wasnt he supposed to call you by your sister's name ?! before you can say amything, he cut you off.

"..i was waiting for you at the dining table, but i got the news of you fainting in the garden right after waking up from your nap."

"..i apologize."

he leans in towards you, settling his hands onto your face once again as if to inspect for any injuries, he lets go once again when he saw no visible injuries.

"i know you prefer to be called lady amador when it comes to appearing as your sister, but a maid was here, and i have to convince people we have a medium love with each other.

especially when our wedding night is two days from now on."

what. the story already started?! no- screw that, how did he know you were pretending to be penelope?!

"how did you know im not lady penelope?" you kissed your teeth, gripping onto the comforter, subtly slapping the prince's hand away when he tried to reach for yours.

"lady penelope had sent a letter to me, personally stating about her plan, and we agreed on one term: i keep you safe and she sends me information of the war, simple.

though, i shall say, youre quite the beauty."

you were about to curse at penelope but your ears becoming warm after he said that, he chuckled before getting up of the bed.

"most married or engaged couples have monthly night together, and ours is two night from now on. we wont do anything sensual, do not worry."

"what-"

"see you tomorrow at lunch, dear." he kissed you on the forehead before walking out of your room.

for the next two days, you learnt the person at the garden is your personal maid, Andrea. apparently she found you laying on the ground at the garden (that sebastian built for you.) after you stated you were gonna take a stroll.

you also met your personal knight, William, Penelope's second love interest but was sadly killed when he defended you during your trail.

the three of you got along well, often seen having conversation near the garden or having tea party together. sebastian watched from his office and smiled at the sight of you chatting with Andrea.

william on the other hand,, have been too close to you for his liking. he nearly ripped an important paper when he saw william wiping off some biscuit crumbs from your face- why is he so touchy? Andrea couldve done that using a napkin.

he broke his pen, the black ink soaked his hand and his paper work. did you like damian better than him? why did you become flustered when the knight spoke about something?

should he get rid of him?

how troublesome.

he remembered when a butler and notify him what happened to you. he nearly tear down the entire palace when you didnt wake up for two hours he almost frown when you flinched and move away from him when he reach out to you. the way you were nervous around him,,

he slowly calmed down, reminding himself that you and his night together is tonight. he sighed, he should finish his work first then meet you tonight.

back in your chamber, Andrea and a few other maids helped you to get ready, even helping you to take a bath. you enjoyed the smell of lavender from the soapy water, an old maid massaged your body when you're just soaking inside the bathtub.

the old lady was kind enough to even offer you a drink as she tells you stories of her youth.

after that and when Andrea deemed you 'clean', began to dress you into a white night gown made with the finest silk, the strap of the grown barely hanging on your shoulder. the maid had explained that you have to wear this because 'the prince gave the gown as a gift.'

was he not shameless when his gift includes a set of lingerie?!

you fidget around with the ring, Andrea styled your hair into a loose braid, making sure you look presentable before leading you to the prince's chamber. you insisted that you walked by yourself, so she went back to the maid headquarter.

walking down the dimly lit hallway, no one is wandering except for a few knight patrolling. you soon arrived in front of his room, knocking a few time to make your presence known "sir sebastian-"

before you could finish, sebastian opened the door and grab you by the waist, dragging you into the room.

he lifts you up and carries you to the spacious bed, he gently laid you down and take a whiff of your scent before mumbled out a "you smells nice.."

you looked at him with wide eyes, he was only wearing a robe- your eyes wonders down and sees his toned body that he had clearly worked on. he noticed you and grinned, taking your hand and putting it on his chest

"like what you see?"

if you could kill him right now you would.

instead, you pushed him down the bed, him lying down on the bed and you on top.

"what if i do?

also.. i will be the one in charge tonight."

you leaned down, opening his robe hastily and take one nipple into your lips.

sebastian nearly flipped you over, but he held himself back. he moaned when you grinned onto his crotch, he lightly tugged your hair, leaning in as if asking for a kiss.

you gave him what he wanted, he softly moaned into the kiss, slowly his hand make its way towards your shorts, pulling it down your ankle before he pulls away from the kiss.

he sat up against the bed frame and settled you on his lap, he took in the sight of you wearing his gift- that he had commissioned for it to fit you, and god.

you are so pretty.

hair messy from the kissing session, the collar of the gown was low enough for him to see the lacey bra, a garter designed with silver lining tightly wrapped around your thigh and the underwear that only covered your erected cock-

he want to eat you up,,

so he did.

Sebastian was known to be a beast in bed as he was known in the battlefield,, was what the novel described him.

Unfortunately they were true to their words, his thrust was harsh and deep, creating impacts thats enough to make you cry out.

so much of being gentle?! he even ripped off your outfit, leaving you naked!

he was nice enough to eat you out earlier, even giving you to opportunity to ride his face.

sebastian continue with this harsh pace, holding one of your leg onto his shoulder while another holds your hand. his apologized multiple times while grunting, saying things likes

"im sorry- ah! youre so tight!"

"mm- if you keep moaning like that- hng! i wont be able to slow down-"

"dear.. mmh.. im sorry.. i'll take care of you later-!" im gonna kill you, you handsome bastard!!

you clung onto him on each thrust, it just feel so-! sebastian suddenly changed the position, pushing you on your knees while holding your arms at the back,

"se-sebasti- ah! wait-! mngh!" he holds your hand behind you back tightly to ground you, the position didnt help at all, you couldnt muffle your moans and his dick reach deeper than it did in the previous position.

he panted, letting go of your arms fearing that your arm is sore. he gave an apologetic kiss on your forehead before continuing .

he grunted when you tighten around him, he tried to sooth you by giving stroking your cock, but that only add to the pleasure as you cried out of overstimulation.

you felt like you were melting.

you had climax into sebastian's hand, fuck- why isnt he stopping-?! you continued to cry out before he stuff his finger with your cum into your mouth, you immediately bit onto his fingers to muffle your moans.

his climax came sooner than you expected, he twitched and came inside. he slowed down his thrust, riding out his climax before pulling out.

you panted, thinking its over,, until sebastian gripped your aas and spread them apart revealing your winking hole, dripping out his children batter.

without hesitation, he dive in as if its his last meal, slurping and eating his own cum. you moaned at this, trying to push him away but he stayed still.

"what are you-"

"round 2? gotta have heirs for the future y'know.." he said with a toothy grin, flipping you over your back and pressing you thigh until your ankle reach your chest.

"ah?!"

the knights guarding outside sebastian's chamber looked at each other then looked down, the two of them had an erection from your moaning- tone it down sometimes!

a/n: not proud with this one, will check and edit it in the morning (its 3.56 am right now) goodnight ^_^

[pagesofkenna]

I think I may have already posted about this, but I went through all my digital files a while back to see what I could find of my old NaNoWriMo projects, and theres two books completely missing and one I can only find half of

and I know that this isn't how the human brain works but it feels like all of the projects I have full files of, I can remember. If not all the details then at least the main gist of how those stories went. but the files that are missing digitally feel like they're also missing from my brain. I remember writing them but I do not remember what happens in them

[mysheephasfailedme]

Mike and the Overflowing Cart

The bridge to Olympic Hall is packed. I shuffle around awkwardly, trying to avoid the crowds, and end up behind a dad and his daughter. 

The dad is pushing a move-in cart while the daughter walks ahead holding nothing. She pulls out her bruincard from the back pocket of her jeans, swipes herself in, and holds the door for her dad and me. They disappear into the elevator as I beep myself into the staircase. I hold my own door, careful to let it shut without slamming. 

The road to the dorms is packed. I arrive a couple of days late, trying to avoid the crowds, and end up behind a family driving a white Toyota.

The mother is somewhat leaning into the father, holding a bag of groceries from Trader Joe’s. The two brothers—they look so much alike that they have to be brothers—both in white hoodies, hug. They embrace each other until they catch me staring, at which they awkwardly release each other, the slightly taller sibling wordlessly moving to grab his grey luggage from his dad. 

The sky between school and home is packed. I fly alone, this time I’m part of the crowd, and I end up in a horrible TSA line in San Francisco.

I bump into a Taiwanese guy who goes to UCSD. His name is Mike, and I secretly think he swears too much. Nevertheless, he’s Taiwanese, he’s my age, and he’s CS, which checks most of the boxes for people I’m comfortable talking to when I’m jetlagged, lugging five books in my carry-on, and in a line that reaches the far end of SFO and wraps right back around. Eventually we get to security, and one of the officers gestures for me to line up at another station. I walk into the X-Ray machine, holding my hands up, and watch the piece of grey metal (plastic?) swing before me. Once, twice, alright you’re good to go. When I am done packing up my bags, Mike is gone. 

Where did everyone go? I only closed my eyes for a second, and Mike’s gone, my best friend is married, and I still remember another dad pushing another cart for another daughter who stacked an iMac on another already-full cart. If it already feels this way when I’m 19, in that when I see someone else’s parents I think of my own, my dad sitting in a conference room for a presentation on Kalman filters, my mom learning how to harvest dragonfruits for tax purposes, my room clean and pristine and so empty, missed calls on Friday mornings and missed birthdays in January, how will it feel when I’m 25 and trying to find a job here, or when I’m 35 and trying to settle down here, or when my parents turn 70 over there and I’m just a little, just a little lonely over here because I still remember how when we used to go on walks at night we’d count to three and they’d swing me towards the moon and it felt like I was flying. And it’s when I catch myself glancing longingly at strangers who live like they’re still soaring that I know I’ll never be the girl whose dad pushed an overflowing move-in cart out of the parking lot just for her. I simply can’t.