#i could have done this digitally faster and probably better

[jazzzzzzhands]

this one goes out to thunderstorms mmmm big BIG rumbly bumbly ones!!! i love love LOVE thunderstorms and how they make me feel! big loud thunder!!! YESS so i decided to paint a lil painty! <33

um another picture cause im not very good at taking pictures!

[bobbybutterfly]

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY Y’ALL!!!

Last year of being a fucking teenager! LET’S GOOO!

I wanted to make a special post. But I was too busy drawing Squirrel and Hedgehog characters inspired by the main six ponies from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I wonder what is the crossover between the SaH and MLP fandom. I know of one blog.

First of all we got Rainbow Dash as a crow captain. I think this is the first time I’m posting my new way of drawing antro birds. Previously I drew them with hands. They were supposed to be like rolled up wings but I don’t think I conveyed it visually. It was funny to imagine them flying by just flapping their hands about. Like the bird people in Bojack Horseman and Tuca and Birdy. It works for those shows but not for my edgy Squirrel and Hedgehog AU.

I made Rainbow Dash a crow because WE NEED MORE CROW OCs. The crows in the show are treated horribly! There’s no named crow character and when they show up they’re usually beaten up and killed. I want to make a crow OC challenge where we all make a crow OC (duh). I’ll probably make a separate shorter post announcing it. I don’t know how many people actually read these rambles. But you can start drawing your OCs if you want.

Now. Back on topic. Rainbow Dash. Her backstory. Simple. I’ve got NO IDEAS. Personality wise she’s the same as the show. Bossy tomboy.

Next up. Fluttershy. I never actually drawn a duck besides Murori. Well. And a couple background ducks. Which reminds me I should add wings to them.

There’s a little more to her. Once again. Personality same as the show. She didn’t want to join the military. Obviously, look at her! In my AU the Duck Village is very patriarchal. Women aren’t even allowed to fly. Fluttershy would be fine with that. But tough luck. With the war everyone who can fly has to apply.

Lastly for today Pinkie Pie. I could have done the pun of Porkie Pie but… just as with crows we need more rabbit OCs. I’ve seen one and that’s it.

The backstory for her is that she ran away from her abusive family to Flower Hill. She’s always cheerful and bit of a clown. Believing everyone deserves a laugh especially during something as tough as a war.

I had fun designing all of them. I’ve been watching a lot of Jackie Drojko on YouTube so I know this is far from a professional job. But I had fun with choosing the colours. Adding little details such as making Pinkie Pie extra fluffy and doing the colourful bangs. The second batch is going to be better. I got more used to drawing digitally again. I thought these glorified sketches would be done faster digitally.

With that I leave you for today. I got to eat my dinner before it goes cold. Please let me know what you think of these designs.

[mrsniallhoran505]

Good morning Austin Girls!

Sunday smut theme: boudoir photo shoot

Warnings: Oral Female receiving, fingering, daddy kink, spanking, slight orgasm denial, slight choking, dom sub dynamics. I think thats it. Sorry for the long wait on this one. Hope you like it.  

For years Austin had been honing his skills as a photographer, ever since he started it as a hobby while filming The Shannara Chronicles. He does digital but he really loves film especially since he has his own dark room. 

He mostly takes pictures of nature and different sights he sees when he travels, but lately he’s been focusing more on people. He loves how the lighting and the angle of the shot can change how someone looks in a photo. He had taken pictures of his friends, his family, and his costars but he always avoided taking pictures of girlfriends since his nine year relationship with Vanessa. He had so many pictures of her that he didn’t know what to do with them now that they weren’t together. He didn’t want to repeat that with another girl that may not last long term. He stuck to that… Till he met you. 

He broke his one rule within a week of dating you. He bought a few rolls of black and white film he had intended to use while you were both visiting Greece. It started out that way, till you went to platis gialos, a beach with beautiful blue water. You were in a white bikini and walking along the water as the sun set. He had to capture it. He pulled his phone out but he couldn’t get the shot right no matter what he did. He wanted this memory of you so he grabbed his camera and took the perfect shot. After that he didn’t care about the rule anymore and had taken pictures of you as often as he could. 

For your one year anniversary you wanted to gift him something special, something that you’ve never done before. A boudoir photoshoot. Nothing too x rated, just a few tasteful black and white lingerie shots. With how obsessed he was with taking your picture you thought he would like this as a gift, so you started to shop around for places to do it. 

The one problem you had was how expensive even the basic packages were. You wanted to look great, and feel great about the pictures, so you wanted the VIP treatment which meant at least a thousand dollars for a one hour session.  You were starting to think you should just borrow Austin’s camera and take a few selfies and pray he appreciates the effort. 

The more you debated it the faster you ran out of time to book a session and get them done. Eventually time won and it was the day before you were set to celebrate and you still hadn’t done the photos. When Austin got home he found you with his camera trying to figure out how to set it for black and white. 

“Angel, what are you doing?” He chuckled as he walked up behind you. He leaned down to kiss your cheek and ran his hands up and down your arms which were covered by the robe you had on. 

“I’m trying to remember how to do the black and white setting.” You huffed and just handed him the camera. 

“And why are you using my camera instead of yours or your phone?” He chuckled and turned the setting on for you before handing it back. 

“‘Cause yours is better… My phone and my camera are too high res, I like yours better.” You looked up at him with a pout. 

“And why don’t you want high res photos?” He ran his thumb over the crease in your forehead. 

You didn’t want to tell him and ruin the surprise but you knew he had a way with cameras and could probably take a better picture of you then anything you could do. 

“‘Cause I wanted to give you something special for our anniversary.” You bit your lip before standing up and opening your robe to show the black lace lingerie you were wearing. “Wanted to do a boudoir shoot but they are really expensive so I thought I could take a few pictures of my own with your camera. Figured you’d still like them.” 

Austin was staring at your body, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He had heard your words and he would have loved to see the pictures but right now he was thinking of how good that lace number would look on the livingroom floor while he fucked you beside it. 

“Austin? Aus, did you hear me?” You wave your hand in front of his face, making him snap out of his little fantasy. 

“Sorry angel, what did you say?” He gave you a sheepish smile. 

“I said, do you think you can take the photos?” You bite your lip and toe at the carpet. 

Austin took a deep breath holding it for a second before letting it out and smiling at you. “Oh angel… It would be my pleasure.” 

Austin had spent an hour clearing out a room of everything but a small couch. He put blankets over the curtains to black them out and set up some lights he used when he was doing photography in the house. When he felt that the room was ready he called you in. 

“Okay baby, this is my titanic moment… I need you on the couch. Kneel on it and place your hands on the back, look at me over your shoulder.” He jumped right in to the photoshoot. He gave you a kiss as he took the robe. 

He took a few shots at different angles before having you lay on your back and slip off the edge till just your shoulders rested on the couch. He walked behind you and took the picture at a downward angle. 

He was enjoying this, so much so that his pants were getting a bit painfully tight. When he had you change positions again to laying on the couch and arching your back with your head dipped back he gripped himself to relieve some pressure. 

“So beautiful, angel.” He hummed and kneeled to take the pictures. Something was a bit off about it so he walked over and cupped your cheek to tilt your head, but something about the sight had him bringing the camera up and taking a picture. Your doe eyes, filled with trust and love, looking right at the camera, right at him, nearly made him moan. 

“Sit up baby.” He guided you with the hand still cupping your cheek. “On your knees, look up at me.” He made a quick decision and took his shirt off. “One hand on my chest, the other on my stomach.” 

When you complied, it took him a moment to snap out of his daze and take the picture. He tapped your chin reminding you to look up at him. He took another picture before asking you to undo his button and zipper. He made sure to capture it all. 

You were very aware of the effect the photoshoot was having on Austin and you loved that you can get such a reaction with such a simple act. At this point he could say fuck it and lets film a porno and you’d agree. 

Austin had to shake his head to keep from going as far as he wanted. “Back on the bed, uh, on the couch. Lay on your back, head hanging off, legs in the air with your ankles crossed.” You looked up at him before nodding. He watched you as you took on the pose. He stepped back and kneeled down to take a few shots. 

All that was on Austin’s mind was getting to have you when this is over so its a good thing that he looked up some poses on the internet to keep him focused. He put you in a few more on the couch before bringing in a large mirror and having you pose in front of it. This time he asked that you remove your top. 

“Will you help me? I don’t want to rip the lace trying to unhook it.” You look at him over your shoulder and he nods. He hands you the camera before stepping up behind you. 

You look at the screen of the camera and tilt it till you can see what you’re doing then start to snap a few shots of him taking your bra off. He takes his time, kissing your neck and shoulder. Each action is captured through the mirror. 

“Sneaky angel.” He chuckled before cupping your cheek and kissing you softly. He takes the camera and starts to take pictures again, instructing you on how to pose. It was getting harder for him to resist you. 

He grabbed the tripod for his camera and set up a shot of you in the mirror. He set a timer before getting to his knees behind you. He reached around to cover your breasts with his hands and leaned in to kiss your neck. You lay your head back on his shoulder and reach up to place your hands over his. The camera goes off and captures the moment. 

He grabbed the remote for the camera and then went back to kissing your neck. He took another picture before moving his hand down your body to slip it into your panties. He teases your clit with the tip of his fingers. 

“Austin,” You gsap. “We’re supposed to be doing a photoshoot.” 

“We are baby.” He says and shows you the remote to his camera. “Spread your legs a bit.” He instructed before slipping his finger into you slowly. He leaned back a bit to check the angle of the camera then he hid his face in your neck. He took a few shots before handing you the remote. 

“What am I supposed to do with this?” You asked. 

“Hold on.” He used his now free hand to reposition you a bit so the camera could pick up his hand in your panties. He pulled your head back and to the side to face him a bit. “When I give you the signal, take some pictures.” 

He didn’t tell you what the signal was and he kept you from asking when he pressed his lips to yours. You were gonna pull back to ask but then you felt his hand wrap around your throat. You gasped and squeezed the remote making the camera go off a few times. 

“Perfect.” He pecked your lips then took the remote and started to finger you slowly. “Look at the mirror baby.” He nudged your chin gently. “Watch how beautiful you look.” He hummed and took a few more pictures as your lips parted and your eyes fluttered closed. 

“Austin, fuck, don’t stop.” You moaned and slid your hand between your legs to grip his wrist, making sure he can’t pull away from you. 

“Never, baby.” He hummed and added a second finger before speeding up. He pressed the record button on the remote and then tossed it aside. “Fuck, you have no clue what this sight does to me.” 

You tried to respond but his fingers curved and stroked that special spot inside you making your brain go blank. Before you could cum he pulled his fingers out and showed you how they were covered in your juices. 

“Open up baby.” He said while bringing his fingers to your lips. You quickly took them into our mouth and licked them clean. “Good girl.” He kissed you softly before putting his hands on your hips. 

“I need you to stand up for me.” He started to lift you, making it easier on you to get to your feet. He slid his hands down your legs then back up to the waistline of your panties. He tugged them down your legs, making sure to go slow so the camera would get it all. When you stepped out of them he tucked them into his pocket. 

“Lean forward and brace yourself on either side of the mirror.” He told you while grabbing the camera and setting it up for a new angle. Between your parted legs, looking up at you in the mirror but still catching your pussy in the shot. 

You do as instructed, looking at him over your shoulder. “Like this?” You asked. 

“Eyes on yourself baby, don’t look away from the mirror.” He smirked before going up a bit on his knees to lean towards you. He gripped your thighs before leaning in close and dragging his tongue over your slit from your clit to your entrance. 

“Austin!” You gasped but kept eye contact with yourself. 

“So sweet baby.” He moaned and gripped you tighter. He lapped at you slowly, enjoying the sounds he was drawing from you. The taste on his tongue is sweeter than sugar, one he never tires of.

“Austin please,” You begged. Your nails were digging into the wooden frame of the large mirror, leaving marks as the wood peeled up and splintered.  

Your eyes stayed locked on your own reflection, watching how your brows frowned and your lips parted. When you were sure you could paint your own face you let your eyes fall down to scan the rest of your reflection.

Watching the way your chest was rising and falling rapidly with your moans. How your thighs tremble as you tried to keep yourself up. Between your legs you can see Austin kneeling, gripping on to your body like he was afraid you would float away. You feel his tongue push into you and your eyes roll back as you curve your back to push back at him. 

Austin stood up and pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees. He gripped his aching cock and stroked himself a few times before lining up his tip to your entrance. He gripped your hair and twisted it around his hand, pulling your head back and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. 

"Keep watching angel, this is my favorite look on you." He smirked as he pushed his cock in. Watching as your lips parted in a low drawn out moan. The look on your face was that of pure ecstasy making Austin groan louder.

He held still once he was completely in your, his hips pressed flush to your ass. “If I could frame any picture it would be this one right here.” He kissed your neck then pulled out slowly till just the tip was in you. “I’ll put this in slow motion.” He pushed in and watched your face contort with pleasure again. 

“Austin, you always make me feel so good, you don’t need a picture to remember it.” You managed to say between thrusts. 

“Oh angel, I know I don’t need it.” He smirked before speeding up, reaching around your waist and slipping his hand between your legs to rub your clit. “I want it.” He grunted feeling your pussy clench around his cock. 

Austin forgot about the camera between your legs, he forgot about the photoshoot you had been doing. All he cared about was your body pressed to his and his cock buried in your wet pussy. Your mind was on the feel of his cock pumping in and out of your and his long fingers working your clit expertly. Nothing else mattered. 

“Austin, please, I’m so close.” You whined and gripped his wrist with one hand, looking at him in the mirror. 

“You wanna cum baby?” He cooed at you, a growl to his voice. 

“Yes! Yes I wanna cum!” You cried out when he bent your over more and pushed deeper inside you. 

“Look at yourself.” He tugged your hair to make you look up. “You wanna cum, you better not take your eyes off that pretty face.” 

“Yes daddy!” You said before turning red. You had never called him that before, or anyone else for that matter. You don’t know where it came from. 

Austin stopped and looked at you, seemingly frozen in place. You were about to apologize when he let go of your hair, pulled out, and turned you to face him. 

“Say it again.” He growled.

“Y-yes d-daddy?” You questioned unsure if that was what he wanted. He let out a low moan before kissing you deeply, tongue slipping past your lips to meet yours. When he broke the kiss he went and got the cushions off the couch and stacked two of them in front of the mirror. He grabbed the back pillow and laid it behind the stack. He pointed to it and told you to get on your knees. 

You kneeled on the back pillow and bent forward, over the stack of cushions. “Like this… daddy?” You tested the name again. 

“Perfect angel.” He hummed then grabbed his spare camera. He set up on to record the side of you, so it will capture him fucking you. Then he set up the other one to record your reflection in the mirror. Once everything was set and recording, he got to his knees before you. 

“Be a good girl for daddy, and keep your eyes on yourself. I want you to watch yourself cum on daddy’s cock.” He finished his sentence by pushing his cock back into you till his hips met your ass. 

 He grips your hips tight enough to bruise and starts thrusting. Checking the side camera to make sure he was getting the view of his cock coming out of you glistening with your arousal. It made him moan knowing he’ll get to watch this whenever he wants, knowing he’ll be the only one that gets to. 

“Daddy! Don’t stop! Please daddy I wanna cum on your cock.” You cried, gripping the edge of the pillows and pulling. You kept your eyes on the mirror but you were watching him. 

“What did I say?” He gave your ass a smack when he saw that you were watching him.

You gasped and clenched around him. He’s never spanked you before but you kind of wanted him to do it again. “I don’t know.” You said wondering if it will get you what you want. 

“Wanna try again?” He growled before spanking you again. You moan louder and push back on him. 

“To watch my face?” You asked. 

“Good girl. Now do as you're told if you want to cum.” He said before giving you two more spanks then focused on fucking you fast. 

“Yes daddy!” You moaned and locked eyes with yourself. You found it hard to focus but anytime your eyes started to close he’d give you a hard thrust and a spank. 

His hand slid up from your waist to tangle in your hair, pulling you back on his cock. He’s never been so turned on in his life.

“Cum for me babygirl, cum on daddy’s cock.” He grabbed the camera and aimed the lens down at where his cock was pumping into you.

“Thank you daddy!” You cried as you finally came. Your whole body tensing and shaking as your climax coursed through you. 

Austin groaned as he felt you tighten around him, making it harder to pull out. “Fuck!” He cried out as he pushed in as deep as he can, cumming inside you. Moaning and whimpering as you milk his cock. When he pulls out he makes sure to get it on camera, filming your pussy as his sperm leaked out. 

Once he had the shot he turned the cameras off and pulled you into his arms to hold you. “Are you ok Angel? I wasn’t too rough was I?” He questioned, pushing your hair back out of your face. 

You smile softly at him, worn out and still enjoying the post fuck bliss. “I’m ok, you weren’t too rough.” You reach up to cup his cheek and kiss him softly. 

“Happy anniversary… My little porn star.” He smirked. 

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[rawrtriesagain]

Heya, found your Diakko art, and I wanted to say you’re an amazing artist, and was hoping you could answer some questions from an aspiring artist who hopes to be as good as you some day. How'd you learn to draw so well? Do you know any good online resources to help someone progressively better at art? Like videos on youtube/any online resource to learn the fundamentals of drawing? Anything you wish you knew before starting your art journey? But anyway, I hope you have a nice day!

Hi there! Just to begin this is very sweet of you to send and I'm very glad you like my art! I still have a ton to learn though and I truthfully don't think I draw all that well, but its very nice to know that someone's interested in what I've done to at least get to where I am now. I will warn I may not be the best to learn fundamentals from as I am objectively not an expert artist that can whip out the most jaw dropping thing anyone's ever seen (and this is not in a deprecating way, its just where I am in my stage of art), but since you are asking me directly I'll do my best to provide some help!

This might get long so I'll write everything under a Read More haha

I'm not entirely sure where you are in your stage as an artist (as some people start from the very ground up of learning how to draw a line, and that's completely ok), but growing up I did some doodles here and there which kind of set me up for what would become my art blog at @rawrroarart and now here once I wanted to take doing art more seriously.

I think at early early stages someone should just draw literally anything, even if its stick figures and the like so that your hand just gets used to general shapes and lines. A pretty key thing would be drawing against references (And this doesn't at all change in the later stages of art skill) like... if there's a banana in front of you, can you draw the banana?

Once you got that down pat, its time to start looking at guides especially to start learning how to draw human faces and the like. For me personally I was never a fan of realism and I'm still not so young me was subject to those "hoW to DraW animE" books which... shaped who i am as a person but i wouldnt recommend them for art lmaOO. if I were to start from the beginning and I was serious about drawing well, I probably would have forced myself to learning how to draw actual humans and bodies. Once you're able to draw and understand the human shape, it should be easier to stylize it to your liking (like anime aha). I'm p much talking out of my ass rn since I of course didnt do this, but I'm sure I'd have learned a lot faster if I did so.

Anyway I dug up some old ass embarrassing art from my personal blog so you can see where I started before becoming more serious about improving myself.

This is from like 2015 and I pretty much quit drawing right after this LOL

this was like where I peaked until 2020 when I started @rawrroarart heres me begging ppl to join my new blog:

From then on I've pretty much posted every single thing I've drawn on that blog to see my progress. Here's the last page of my blog if you're interested so you can see where I started and then just go backwards to see where I am now https://rawrroarart.tumblr.com/page/26

Anyway I was doing stuff like this against references from straight from google (looking up "snake"):

and then.. heres my first diana and the reference it was based off of

do note that this art took me a god awful amount of time to do still AND I copy and pasted half the face instead of forcing myself to learn properly and draw both sides. I know people have their opinions regarding the copy/paste abilities of digital art and I truthfully do not care what you do unless you're using AI, but for me personally pretty soon after this I decided I wanted to learn how to draw everything myself, even if it meant choosing to struggle just so I could learn. Of course since I became a digital artist, I have so many other tools I use while drawing and its such a gift, but even today I feel it may be detrimental to my growth haha but ive decided im pretty much only going to be a digital artist so, whatever, undo button has saved my ass so many times. If you're a digital artist, its just up to you really and how you measure your level of success.

Anyway if you follow along my art blog you can kind of see where my art started to get more refined, but anyway a big thing I want to touch on is References! Almost every single art I've done has had a reference one way or another. For example I have many pictures in my camera roll of my own hand in different angles, and when drawing clothes I try to get references of fabric and folds and the like. If I find a cool pose, I also will try to reference it since I still don't know shit about anatomy, and I used to reference heads and head angles until I got familiar with the general structure that I'm able to draw it from my thoughts (sometimes I'll still need a reference though, like trying to figure out how to draw someone looking straight up). My art is usually a mash up of all these different references that I put together.

In the early stages of my art I was looking for references from google like looking up something like "rolling on the floor" or something, and you'll find some good stuff here and there regarding poses. Something I noticed though was that a lot of the top google images were usually very... stiff and if its something drawn instead of a real person, its probably really stylized and not particularly helpful (to me). like id look up "anime eye" or something and I just think everything at the top is not something I wanna reference or draw lol

This is where pinterest comes in. there are a ton a ton of references and artstyles and guides from other fellow artists that help break down the human body into more simple shapes. for example these are some of my pins from back in my Assassins Creed Odyssey AU days:

General shapes and clear lines of movement and how different artist handle "movement" in general. Though I didn't end up drawing from these since I dropped Odyssey AU around the same time LMAO but if I did its the same process of studying how the body actually works here and trying it out myself. Then I'd look up something like "Assassins Creed Odyssey Armor" on google and slap on the clothes onto the naked body

Anyway sorry this is very anecdotal of course and I'm just blabbering on. But to keep things short and you are very free to keep asking questions, honestly I only really got better because I kept drawing what I wanted to draw. I really like Diana so I just kept drawing Diana lmao and I don't think I could draw any other character half as well (Akko gets a pass since I sometimes draw her too). If I was more serious about doing art though I think the number one thing I wish I did and I still wish I would start doing now if I wasn't a bum would be to practice drawing poses until I can form my own poses without needing a reference immediately.

I would ideally spend some time every single day on sites like these:

Maybe one day when I get insane about a fandom again I'll be back to do so, but at least for now I guess I don't have the drive to keep improving anymore.

As for picking an art style, honestly... just "steal" random things from artists you like lmao. artists are inspirations for other artists, thats just how it is. Obvi I don't mean trace someone's art and call it your own or anything like that like please don't do that, but if someones coloring style for example is rly nice to you, try it out yourself. If someone draws their characters hair really cool, try that out yourself. Over time you really just end up developing your own style even if it did start by being inspired by someone else. My sketchy/messy style is because idk how to do lineart

I used to be a hater for when artists would say things like "just practice" because it'd mean like absolutely nothing to me, but it really does just come down to practice lol. I'm not a particularly good artist in the sense that I could draw anything, but I am a good diakko artist because thats all I've drawn for the past 3 years (give or take given my months long hiatus every year lmao). If someone handed me a piece of paper and was like "draw ur mom" id probs just cry but if someone was like "draw diana cavendish" id be like bet

One thing to keep in mind that still gets to me to this day is to be ok with failing. Sometimes my art is straight garbage, and that's ok. Sometimes I get frustrated and cry when I can't get an eye right, and that's ok. I've scribbled, deleted, and restarted many art pieces until I deemed it ok to post, and even then I'll still eventually see them with disgust, and that's ok! I like to look at my very old art and compare it to what I can do now (even if I don't even like my art of the 'now') and I just think to myself, "hey I actually am improving!" and that lets me know that if I keep at it, one day I'll get to where I want to be. I think its nice to keep a log of all of your art (if you aren't already doing so) just to do exactly that

Just keep pushing my dude! I'm sure just based on you asking me this you're already on track to be a really good artist down the line, but you'll just need to be patient is all and know its not an overnight thing. Every single thing in your day to day is a potential inspiration for art, its just up to you what you decide to do with it :)

Hopefully this answers at least some of your questions! Feel free to ask any more and I'd be happy to ramble for a good hour haha

tl;dr: me like diakko, me draw diakko

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Screen Protector Works!

I decided to see if I could draw my characters without painstakingly rendering their heads in another doc and then copy-pasting them wherever I needed them. Also without erasing or touching the line tool. I guess so? But I still need to look at my cheat sheets. I may have a bit of an imagination deficit, autism-related or no. Situations, yes. Objects in space? Ah, no.

I dunno if that reads as John, but that's certainly how he feels. I am, indeed, completing his narrative arc - for now. I will not stop. More character development is coming! But maybe he can have a doughnut when he's all done with his latest freakout. If the lion doesn't eat them all. (I am not kidding, there is a lion and he will totally eat the doughnuts.)

The spouse says "just trying my gay little best" is T-shirt gold. Maybe I'll do you some printable designs when I'm ready to art for serious.

I get way better art results if I make a reference and trace it. I have a lot of ways to generate references, but I mainly cut and paste public domain stuff. I used to steal stock photos, 'cos I started out making my references and then drawing them on paper, but tracing might get me in trouble if the end result resembles the original too much. After an attempt to pay for photos like a good consumer, I got annoyed with the cut corporations take. And now that there's all this AI shit in the public domain, I'm looking into buying a digital model. I probably won't find one with, like, a toaster, but hands, bodies and some basic props are possible.

In other news, I'm trying to clean and organize my shit on this new computer and:

I MISS SHADING! WAAAH!

I used to be so good at making things look wet! And hair! I know why I quit, and the eyestrain is still a factor, but I wanna do it that way. I don't like shadow puppets anymore! I'm pretty sure I stole the shape of those headphones off some Amazon product information, but all the shading and texturing is me... and pattern-fill, but... Look! I even did some freckles! I can do that if I cause myself pain, and pain is so fleeting! I don't even remember!

*sigh* I'm not gonna try it. I'm not. Not right now. I don't have the stamina. I WANT the stamina, but that means eye exercises, every day, for I dunno how long. Probably forever, though I must assume they won't hurt as much later. But I dunno if I'll ever be able to put the time into an image like that again. I got, like, a half hour drawing time right now, max. That's not even long enough to remember how I used to do that in Paint.net. It's barely enough to get used to the screen protector.

God, I know every smooth line in that is the shape tool or the line tool. That's bonkers. Maybe if I get used to GIMP again I'll be able to draw faster. Even with the screen protector, Paint.net captures my wobbles - as is evident. What a difference a digital assist makes.

[system-of-a-feather]

what art program do you use and why did you pick it?

Oh I have used SO many programs. I started on an iPad Air (might have been an Air 2 not sure) and Procreate which I picked primarily because my mom had one lying about and I stole it like a gremlin (nah, I just asked if I could have one for my birthday one time) and so that was more out of convenience.

Currently I use a Samsung Galaxy S6 Lite which I choose cause FUCK APPLE and because its arguably one of the best drawing tablets at a relatively budgeted price. I also personally can't sit in a chair like a normal person to save my life, find tablet pads frustrating as hell, and am often a busy person on the go, so having one of those "plug into the computer" tablets was completely off the table.

Program wise, I use both ibisPaint X and have recently started using Clip Studio Paint Pro (CSP). I use ibis primarily when I am either A) sketching B) doodling or C) not intending to to a complex / serious piece since I have been using it much longer than CSP and the user interface is so much more simpler and easier to navigate. I'm considerably faster on ibis still since I only started using CSP like a month or so ago.

CSP is a FANTASITC software I've just started to learn and figure out how to do since I just started and I swapped over to it because following the end of Art Fight 2022, I found that I had really done as much exploring as I could with the tools that ibis offered and that if I really wanted to get more practice in comic making and just wanted more room and tools to play around with to expand my skill set, that I'd probably want to move up to the more professional, more expansive, more tool-filled CSP since it has so many more features to make animations, story boards, comics, and art a lot easier, more efficient and just all around better. The only issue is that I'm not the most used to sketching on it like I do with ibis and its user interface is a lot like photoshop which isn't BAD but I'm not as much used to it in terms of digital art since I only used photoshop when I was in middle school (ie like 8 years ago??) and I've been on Procreate and Ibis since.

I really love CSP though even if the UI gives me headaches sometimes and I tried the animation tools it has for an hour and just decided Ill do that in the later nondefined future cause it scares me with how complicated it is and how it makes me feel like a caveman (I've done animations but I've done it HELLA old school as if I were drawing a flip book which is SUPER inefficient, but also requires a lot less complicated tech knowledge)

-Riku

[super-kristuff]

Daily Doodle - Anime Girl

Based on this.

So, I managed to find some time to do some digital art. This is a pretty rough drawing. There's a LOT of little things that I could probably have avoided if I drew things regularly. Like, the fact that the eyes are a different line thickness than the rest of the drawing? That one really bugs me. You can see it in the other parts I forgot to draw in the sketch like the hair below the shoulders.

I am really happy with the shadows though. And like, all the coloring? And the proportions honestly. Like, I've been trying to draw faster, and like, relax more when drawing? Like, not worry about all the little things I could be doing better, and instead just finish a drawing. Or like, not finish a drawing. I just want to draw more, and for that to happen, I need to stop putting myself under so much pressure.

So like, I think I'm happy with how this turned out. I think I might need a new drawing pad though. Like, my drawing pad keeps cutting out, and it makes drawing anything really frustrating. I've tried doing some physical drawing recently as well, but now that also feels weird, and also, I'm worried about the permanence of it? Like, I can't just undo a bad line.

Also I might be getting a bit sick? Like, now that I'm done drawing, I feel tired and I might be running a temperature? Idk. Maybe i just need a nap.

Anyway, enjoy.

[genmakesmedia]

alternative narrative project ideas: my planning process

By now, I've spoken about how long it takes me to choose an idea in several posts, so I figured I’d give an example to back that up! Because my creative process sure is a process.

Okay, a bit of background about this project: we decided as a group that our theme would be "Reflection of Childhood" on the 20th of February, and the project was due in on the 10th of April. This gave us roughly a month and a half to conceptualise and produce our artefacts, alongside coding the website and writing our reflections.

I finalised my concept maybe two or three weeks before the project deadline.

You might be wondering: what happened? It's a good question - a great question, even - and I'd also quite like to know, to be honest. So let's examine:

My original idea was a physical stop-motion animation drawn entirely on paper with crayons. After some sketches, and experimenting, this turned out to be a logistical nightmare. For a start, to produce 60 seconds of smooth animation I probably would have needed an entire tree's worth of paper, and that felt expensive and wasteful.

So then I altered my idea slightly - I would complete the animation digitally doing what I'd initially planned, and just using brushes that looked like crayon to produce the same effect - easy fix! I now knew I wanted to work with the idea of “firsts” as my age bracket was so young, and so a lot of planning took place here.

However, when it came to actually animating, I kept finding that nothing was really looking how I wanted it to. The style didn’t lend itself well to much movement, apart from an animation boil of flat colour, and that felt lazy - though I did end up with some pretty cool title and transitional frames I wish I could have used:

I thought about how I could have a more visually interesting concept that still fit the era of childhood that I was working with, and that was when I came up with the idea of working in the style of a children’s tv show - I felt it almost fit better thematically, honestly, because I’m a lot more nostalgic about the shows I used to watch than any drawings I might have done. So I mocked up a few example animations. Unfortunately I only have screenshots from them, as Tumblr has a 1 video per post rule, but I was pretty happy with myself for this idea (though truthfully was worried by both my technical ability and the timeframe I had to work with, as animation takes a lot longer the more detailed it is).

I finally figured out an idea I liked after absently experimenting with a simple animation of a character spinning around - this ended up being the final frame of my actual animation (read that post here) which ironically enough I finished first. First of all I storyboarded, and then put together a Google slideshow with some references for bits of animation and concepted the character in full so I knew what her personality should be like.

It doesn’t look like so much when it’s all laid out, but I also spent an extensive amount of time thinking about the project and doing work that I’d end up deleting a couple of hours later because it wasn’t looking right.

My process looks similar every time I have a creative project, and I’ve been thinking hard about how I could reduce the time it takes. I think maybe taking the time to create a mindmap and visually get out as many of my ideas as possible could help me to figure out which ones are the most possible/realistic faster, so I’m definitely going to try that next time instead of just jumping straight in to my first idea.

[code-x]

Platformer Post-mortem

I have been gaining a lot of insight into game development from Tracy Fullerton's book Game Design Workshop: A Playcentric Approach to Creating Innovative Games, Fourth Edition and reading through chapters 7 and 8, I learnt a lot about physical prototyping and digital prototyping and how these processes help to develop the rules, feel and controls of a game. Then after reading chapters 3 and 4, I started to understand the formal and dramatic elements. Since my prototype was a puzzle-adventure platformer, it follows the player-versus game pattern. This also led my prototype to a lack of story and world-building. Nevertheless, this meant I could focus on my game's challenge, objectives, procedures and rules. This was achieved by giving the player a handicap at the start of the level but having a McGuffin in the form of a lever near them. This also provides the player with an invitation to play. As levers and buttons always need to be pulled and pushed. This, in turn, would give them a want to explore the level and thus the puzzle. The level then teaches the players what is expected of them and what they can expect from the game. Thus, slowly introducing them to the aforementioned challenge, objectives, procedures and rules, I, as the game developer, want the player to accept. Also, through playtesting, many changes were added to the game as players who had no knowledge of the game played through it and showed me where the game could improve. These changes included adding arrows to show the player the direction they might want to go. Changing the placement of the starting lever, so the player gets a better understanding of what it does. Text at the intro to explain the key setup. Sounds to indicate that they can action had done something; for example, pulling a lever now has a powering up and down sound. The sounds volume also had to be adjusted as it was too loud, to begin with. I also adjusted the distance of the enemies' travel and the high of the platforms. So, they were not too hard or too easy for the player.

If I were to change anything about how I developed my prototype. I would have probably skipped the paper prototype, although it was very helpful in fleshing out my idea of the game, the level, and some of the rules. With how fast I could get a very basic digital prototype up and running with GDevelop and how basic and small the game would be, a physical prototype seemed unnecessary. However, I am glad I went through the process, as I can now see how valuable it would be for a bigger, more compacted game. That said, though, I need to spend a little more time with GDevelop to be faster and more time efficient with my prototyping.

If I was going to change something about the design of my prototype, it would have to be the feeling of low gravity. I have spent a lot of time tuning the variables associated with player movement. Although it does feel okayish, it doesn't feel like low gravity currently; it feels more like a jump boost. However, I do think this could be accomplished, but it would likely have to come from animation rather than movement. Sadly, animation is one area I greatly lack when it comes to game development. It could also come from another game engine I'm more familiar with, like Unity or Unreal. As my skill level with GDevelop and GDevelope itself is a little bit limited. Another thing I would change the set-up and size of the level by adding a bit more verticality. Currently, I feel it is a little too small, and the puzzles are not very challenging. However, as a starter level, I think they add enough learning to the game, its rules, and its mechanics. But it could be more in-depth with a more significant variance of enemies. Different coloured levers and buttons that change the level ever so slightly or even puzzles with stages and more complexity. Also, I would have thought a bit more about the starting puzzle and what I am teaching the player about the game's rules, as this is a large part of the game. Because I spent a lot of the time working on the movement, I didn't think much about how to make the puzzle fun and puzzle-like.

If you would like to try my prototype you can at https://gajitz.itch.io/what-is-up

Also, any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Sources:

Tracy Fullerton. (2018) Game Design Workshop : A Playcentric Approach to Creating Innovative Games, Fourth Edition. Retrieved July 29, 2022, from https://ebookcentral.proquest.com/lib/qut/reader.action?docID=54776988

[zzazztrainer]

my acetate cel materials test sheet. took 3 hours to paint the colors on, so hopefully that gets faster (granted, it does have 4 faces on it) but i definitely wish i'd put more time into making the test drawings be a little more... on model.

i used grafix 8.5 x 11 acetate sheets (about 25 cents a sheet where i bought it) (i went for printer sheet sized cause it's the size of my scanner's scanning bed.) All the actual lineart is done with a technical pen with koh-i-noor acetate ink in it. i tested all my regular liners and stuff (pentel pocket brush pen, sakura pigma microns and brush version, white gel pens, sharpies) just to see if i was going overkill by buying a 22$ pen and 7$ ink i'll use Only For This and nope, everything else wipes off readily except regular sharpie, which is unfortunately just not opaque enough for lineart. (weirdly, the sharpie liner wiped off so completely it's just a smudge) Although i did the white highlights in gel pen anyway, cause it's easy and a little bit more stable than some of the regular liner's inks

Even the special acetate ink is a little fragile and takes a while to dry. Note the smudges on the upper-left drawing, which i inked first. the acrylic is just cheap-ish DecoArt brand i got in a set because it had close-enough colors for most of ragged's design, but if i continue Seriously i might invest in 10$ a pot to get vinyl paints, cause although only one brand out there now still labels it as specifically animation paint (toon tones) afaict most vinyl paint should be the same thing. at least for painting cels in western animation

here are some things i've learned about the medium from this:

it's freaky how much it looks like digital art in person. the colors are so impossibly flat and smooth, which you don't think about much when looking at old animation because it has the texture of the film grain on it

harder to color in the lines than you think. especially when your colors cover up the lines. probably gonna have to try to draw a little bigger. a good reason for that stylistic choice of having thicker outlines just for the outer edges though, i couldn't afford a second technical pen right now sooooo i'll just have to git gud

you Really gotta blob on the paint. this could be from getting cheap acrylics but footage i've seen of old production suggests that's just how it is. a softer brush was better for it (i think it was a cheapo watercolor brush?) but i could only use that for fairly big areas cause it splayed out wider

it seems like the acrylic faintly warped the acetate, i think from the acrylic shrinking as it dries. in general, the cel got pretty wibbly from just handling it. Later productions did use polyester instead of acetate and perhaps that is less affected, but i don't think i feel a need to have archival quality materials, at least not when i'm just experimenting and am going to digitally composite my animation anyway. (and acetate was cheaper than Dura-Lar)

gonna have to solve the shadows it casts in the scanner, even when the lid is pressing it down. it's a pretty cool-looking effect for just an image, but it's gonna be annoying in the video editing stage (and the smooth flat colors make it super obvious to me that my scanner's colors are really off, i still had to edit this but didn't bother making it totally irl accurate)

taking out the light table for this was a pretty good idea even though i wasn't animating, cause it made it real easy to check for missed or thin spots on the paint

cotton gloves to avoid fingerprints made me feel like a Cool Serious Artist, and then i didn't have to scrub paint off my fingers afterwards

i feel like i really Get something about why old animation looked A Certain Way that i didn't understand just from reading about it, but can't put it succinctly into words. aside from that and the fun of Nerdiness, research and bragging rights i'm not sure i'd suggest animating like this when digital tools are available, cause once you put it on a screen it just looks like digital art anyway

[bokuroskitten]

kitty baby you have me thinking about pussydrunk draken so for your event may I humbly request your expert thoughts about draken who can't help but eat you out under the covers because he can't get enough of your cunt <3

Kc baby I’m honoured to have you here asking about draken aka best boy ever <33 he craves your pussy 24/7 😔 wants his lips latched on your lips always cause it’s his drug <///3 would be between your thighs every second of the day if he could. So what better way to wake up on his birthday than to dive in and dine between your thighs 😌✨

He’s up early on his birthday, like most days, the bright rays of the sunlight peaking through the blinds and somehow managing to land on his eyes. There’s a groan deep in his throat as he shifts, but it’s just enough to realize you’re still sleeping curled up against him. He rubs a bit of sleep from his eyes before he looks down at you, a little grin on his face.

You don’t even realize how cute you are half the time, you, with a bit of drool on your cheek and hair tousled. You, with your thighs spread wide open for him, cute little pussy on full display just asking to be played with. He huffs, rolling onto his side to sleep between your thighs. He gives the plush flesh a squeeze, nose nuzzling up against your lidded clit just enough to make you squirm a little, whimper softly in your sleep.

“Happy birthday to me~” is all Draken mumbles before he’s licking one, two large strips over your pussy lips, just enough to slick them up as his palms slip down a bit further to grab handfuls of your asscheeks. His lips latch around your pussy, cupping the mound and giving it a few fond sucks before his tongue takes over, easily splitting you open for him, his hazy eyes locking onto your clenching little hole.

You’re not exactly sure when you wake up fully, it’s probably after Draken works you through the first orgasm cause it was soft, a slow build up to make you gush. Now he’s a bit more awake, his grip on you tightening, nose nuzzled up close to your throbbing clit as his tongue pokes around your entrance in hopes of finding the spot that’ll get you awake. He knows he’s found it when your body suddenly jolts, pretty fingers gripping onto his hair tight and thighs threatening to snap shut had it not been for his hands.

“G’mornin…” his words are muffled into your pussy, the vibrations making you whine in a high pitched way that has his cock twitching beneath him. He needs more, always needs more. His lips are starting to lose that sweet taste of your nectar and he just can’t have that, so he’s diving back in, tongue now focused on your clit. He suckles it, looking up at you through his lashes to watch how you arch for him, hips starting to rut up against his face.

“K-Kenny~!” Your voice cracks, somehow sleep is still in your throat, but your body is on fire. Draken works you through a couple of highs, you easily loose count, mind going mushy from the way his tongue so easily brings you to your high. He’s added two fingers at some point, curling the digits knuckle deep in your cunt so he can focus on your sweet spot, make your sticky essence drip out of you even faster and soak not only his chin but the crack of your ass.

His chest feels tight when his lips leave your clit with a pop, a shaky breath being sucked into lungs. His pupils are dilated, a light layer of sheen sticking to his stubble. He doesn’t allow your twitchy thighs to close, despite how you whine, despite how there’s tears now thick in your lashes. His eyes are locked on your swollen pussy, now rosy and over spent due to his ruthless demeanour. He holds your lower lips apart with two fingers, groaning when your hole with webbed with thick slick, still throbbing, asking for more despite the way your body protests.

He spits onto your hole, and that only makes you whine even louder cause you know exactly what it means. You know he’s far from done and preparing you for another round, probably three. He doesn’t skip the sweet kiss though that he presses to your public bone, smile coming back from how tight you hold his air just from his warm breath blowing over your used cunt. “Need a couple more, gimme a couple more lil love. Spoilin on my birthday like this? You’re so nice~”

Draken’s Birthday Party Masterlist 💛

[magicsunwheel]

Why You're F#cking Amazing

Pick-a-Card

How to play: pick one of the photos below using your intuition. You can close your eyes and meditate for a bit or just take a few grounding breaths while thinking of the topic. Feeling drawn to more than one is fine! You might have messages in more than one pile

Pile 1 (x) Pile 2 (x) Pile 3 (x)

My pile numbers always go from left to right, then down to the text row (if applicable)

Pile 1

Cards: The High Priestess, Five of Swords, Seven of Pentacles, The Moon Rx, Five of Rods, Ace of Pentacles

You are so intuitive! You're either very in touch with your divine feminine or are working your way there right now. Something about you is severe in the most beautiful way. You can take things seriously when they need to and the way you command a room with just your presence is unmatched. Maybe you're also a tarot reader or involved in spirituality/divination in some way. Maybe you really like Pick-a-Cards.

Something beautiful about you is that you never give up on a fight, especially when you know the end is worth it. Your ambition is strong and you will fight for what you love and what you want. You are not weak-willed by any means.

This also makes you so unique! You work so hard and put so much labor into your love even if you know it will take a long time to come to fruition. The times that you feel discouraged by a lack of results are few and far between. If for some reason you do find yourself wistfully hoping for faster results or an easier path, you can easily remind yourself of why you started in the first place.

You might have moments where you think of yourself as sneaky or like you're hiding a part of yourself from others, like your true self would be too much for them. I'm here to tell you that your intensity is exactly what make you such a beautiful person! You thrive in competition and in adversity. It gives you a chance to show off your quick thinking and survival skills. Others look at you with envy of how you can make an opportunity out of seemingly nothing!

If you need help improving your self-love, Spirit says to stop comparing yourself to others! You are amazing and beautiful and unique all on your own! Throwing yourself into the fray to compete against others who are nothing like you will only fim your inner shine. And you really do shine! When I asked for a card about why you are beautiful, nearly half the damn deck flew out!

Sprit loves you and I love you so please take care of yourself and keep making those amazing opportunities to improve your physical surroundings. (I feel like you have a very clean room/home)

Pile 2

Cards: Nine of Rods, the World, King of Cups, Three of Rods, Ace of Rods, Two of Cups

Ahh the Loona pile!

Similar to Pile 1, but much more fiery! You are resilient! Taking time to collect yourself before pushing forward with a renewed sense of energy and purpose is such an amazing and useful trait. You maybe aren't as commanding of a presence but you have such an inner strength that no one can deny.

You got the World for the reason why you're beautiful! Maybe it's related to physically being very beautiful and possibly exotic-looking. You might have very specific features associated with a certain area of the world that stand out where you live. You also have such a wonderful understanding of the world and where it's currently at. Things can seem negative or like hope is lost but you still seek out the beauty and share it with others. You see opportunity where others do not and feel a sense of peace and connectedness with all of humanity. Wow!

Your uniqueness shines in your emotionality and compassion. You might be a natural born leader who makes sure to understand all under your rule. You lead with kindness and, most importantly, by example. You don't have any desire to use you position for ill-gotten gains. Power to you does not corrupt, it solely provides a tool for you to do good in the world and really make a difference in the lives of others, whether it's on a large or small scale. You are probably the kind of person who makes sure to give money to those who need it when you pass a begging mother and her children, or buying a homeless man a bottle of water on a hot day.

Your card for why you think you are not perfect actually came out quite positive. Maybe you don't have a very low self esteem, but I can see a few possible scenarios here. You might be constantly planning in your head, waiting and watching for the next move to take but never actually getting to the action part. Maybe you're planning for your future and have so much planned out that you're excited for, but haven't made the practical plans on how to actually get there. This could make you feel bad about yourself especially on days where you're reminded of others moving ahead in their lives while you're still planning. Visualisation is very important in manifesting your desired reality! If you are moving slower than others around you, remember that it is okay to not be where "everyone else" is. Life is not a race or a competition. Taking your time to get to where you need to be when you need to be there reminds me of the story of the tortoise and the hare. Quick does not necessarily mean better.

You can improve your self-love by creating! Using your creativity and passion to make something! Create art, whether it's physical/digital art, music, writing, inventing, anything that uses those creative muscles of yours. It doesn't have to be good! Just creating something will help burn up that excess energy you have that's trying to rush you somewhere. Self-expression this way can be a wonderful hobby even if you don't consider yourself as a creative person.

Your kindness really shines through. You care so deeply about the people around you and your spiritual team cares just as deeply about you. You are loved and watched over and protected by Spirit. Others around you also see your sparkle and appreciate and admire you, even if they don't show it. Know you are beautiful and amazing and bringing a light into this world that needs to be here.

Pile 3

Cards: Six of Rods, the Hierophant, Four of Rods, Six of Cups, Ten of Swords, the Hermit Rx

Damn, who are y'all!? You've got some mighty power and pull in this world. Maybe you're a public figure or have some kind of platform, like a social media with many followers. You could also be well-recognized within your field of study/work. Whoever you are, people see you and look up to you. They celebrate you and how amazing you are! Spirit loves this about you and you really shine in the spotlight. Your achievements deserve all this pomp and celebration!

You are naturally authoritative. People listen when you speak and take your words to heart. You might also be a religious person or someone who enjoys organization and the comfort of hierarchy. People will willingly follow you wherever you lead them because they trust you with all their hearts. "A merciful ruler" (lol) You hold your position with grace and dignity befitting a king or queen.

You are unique in ways the public recognizes, but we knew that already! You might be someone who likes to entertain and you throw the greatest parties and get-togethers. Maybe you've planned a wedding and everyone had such an amazing time! You know how to relax and have fun when the time for celebrating arrives. You can out down your guard and bit and let loose. Not many people with such responsibility can let go of the reigns like that, but you don't seem to hold on to control too tightly.

Your past might be a source of anxiety for you. Maybe you're worried that what you've done when you were younger will catch up to you and ruin what you've got going on now, but it's important to remember that the past is the past. It cannot be undone or wished away. Taking time to accept what happened and recognizing that you've moved on to bigger and better things is important here. Whatever happened, take time to heal your childhood wounds and forgive past actions.

Ending this cycle will bring much more self-love to your life. Old habits and patterns being out to rest is the way forward. It might be a painful ending and something you don't necessarily look forward to, but it is something that needs to happen to clear out old energy and welcome in everything new. You can't expect to move on if you're still repeating old actions or ways of thinking. It's time to set these things to rest and evolve. Leave behind what no longer serves you.

Your understanding of yourself knows no bounds. You've taken the time to inquisit yourself and learn all of the shadows that lie there. Self-reflection might be a favored pastime for you. Through this knowledge of yourself you are able to see truths that many struggle to see all their lives. Your light can cut through the fog if bullshit and see the true source of something. Use this knowledge of yourself to become the best version of yourself that you can be! I know you're already on your way there and it's amazing to see! Spirit is so proud of you and loves you so much!

[aetheternity]

So sweet, just for me

Synopsis: Just some stories where reader takes care of Virgin! Armin.

Disclaimer: Unprotected sex, blowjobs, Sub Armin and sexually experienced Y/N are all present in this. Minors exit now.

☆☆Just Summer Things☆☆

Sweat coursed down the expanse of every inch of your body. Or maybe it was water you weren't really sure. A set of carefully trimmed nails shivered and shook beside your head, digging into the grimy tree bark. Locks of sun kissed blonde hair stuck to parts of your neck, face and collarbone as you coaxed Armin's breathing down. Forehead resting uncomfortably against the bark and your ass firmly seated against his hips.

"How do you feel sweet boy?"

"I-I.." He panted, pulling his face back a little. Blue doe eyes full of lust and the sweet shine of tears.

His cock currently pressed delicately against your g-spot during what started out as a normal water balloon fight. Between the boys and the girls of course. You guys had all come out during late afternoon, Sasha and Connie started tossing water balloons and teams formed accordingly.

At some point you'd run off to what you thought was a safe zone only to find Armin perched in the bushes. Contemplation etched into his soft features.

"Move slowly ok." You encourage. You were surprised by how big he was sure but the warning was more so this could last for a while.

He nodded where you were still holding the back of his head. His nails cautiously unlatching from the tree moving instead to sink into the fat of your hips while at the same time his once snugly nestled cock began to move. The sweet drag forcing your toes to curl and your eyes to shut. A small exhale cresting off your lips.

A breathy moan fell from his trembling lips as he pulls you in closer. Wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing around you like a lifeline.

You'd met Armin only two years ago through Jean and continued to crush on him for the entirety of those two years. Until today when he'd admitted to you that he was a little ashamed of being a virgin while consistently having to listen to Eren, Connie and Jean's conquests.

You told him they were probably lying about at least half of those stories but it only got you a small smile. So you decided to do him one better and offer to take his virginity.

It wasn't selfish. It was a win win. He would receive a conquest story to tell and you would get what you'd been craving since you'd first seen him in Jean's apartment shirtless and trying to help fix the messed up drain.

"Feels good?" You chuckle huskily

"Oh my God.." He huffs into your skin. 

His hips worked themselves up a little faster. A slightly clumsy pace forming but he was new at this so you weren't mad.

"Armin slow down baby, I don't want you to get ahead of yourself."

"I-i'm sorry.. j-ust feels amazing.."

One of his hands hesitantly snaked up your shirt. Skittish in the way he palmed at your breast. Though he quickly eased up when you replied to the affection with a little mewl.  

It felt surprisingly amazing for you as well. Considering the situation and the fact that Armin had never done this with anyone. This really was his first time.. What a weird thing to tell people. My first time was at a water balloon fight against a tree.

You hummed when the pleasure started to sit in your stomach. Legs trembling a bit as he pumped inside you a little faster. Any other time you would've just thrown your head back and relaxed, especially since his dick was so perfectly filling right now but-

"Armin, slow down." Your breathing was a little raspy.

He replied with a whimpery moan, thighs shaking against your sides. You reached an arm around grabbing his hips with your hand to slow them. It seemed to catch his attention because those soft doe eyes were wide.

"You'll get to cum baby I promise you, ease up a bit it's not a race." He nodded in affirmation and you smiled warmly.

Silk strands warm under your guided fingers as he pulled all the way out and slowly eased back in. A collective united moan exiting both your mouths. You'd shut your eyes but they worked themselves back open at the almost unnoticeable twitch of his cock head.

Your favorite part.

"Mm baby so close.." You whisper, your lip coming to tuck itself under your teeth.

A small chorus of yes's and little gasps fall from his open mouth. His skin somehow easing out of tomato red and into surface of the sun red.

You pull him close making sure his eyes were open. "I need you to cum for me ok? But make sure no one hears you." You say, and fuck is it gorgeous watching him come undone. Just like you'd imagined so many times before.

The tears once welling in his eyes spilled over like a faucet. Choked moans and harsh gasps worked their way off his lips. One of his hands flew back up to the tree where his nails soon dug the bark clean off. His hips stuttering through his entire orgasm. You were almost worried when his climax ended. The way he went silent except for his wild breathing.

"Armin?"

"Fuck.." He sighed

You couldn't help but giggle. "How was your first time?"

He gasps and rolls his eyes still stuck in euphoria. When he pulls out you take the opportunity to turn around. Working your panties up over your hips and pulling your fluttery skirt back down.

"Please, please let me do that again sometime.." He huffs finally managing words. You bring his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that honestly doesn't last long enough for you.

"Only if you promise to stay my good boy." You reply pulling his shorts up till they rest comfortably on his hips.

"I promise." He remarks, almost too eager. "Oh! Wait you didn't get to c-"

"Hey, where did you guys go?" Armin practically separates from his skin as Connie and Jean round the corner. Water guns tucked in their grasp.

"When did you guys get those?" You asked nonchalantly.

Jean shrugged, "We made the game more interesting."

Connie shook his head running back around the corner as Sasha's battle cry sounded.

"Hurry and get back we need you out there Armin." And with that Jean was gone too.

You picked up Armin's discarded water balloon, placing it in his open palm. "See you out there, lover boy."

☆☆Showing Armin how to do Yoga☆☆

"Why's Armin coming over here so early again?" Sasha asked rolling over onto her side. The bag of cotton candy once perched on her thighs flopping over and nearly spilling its contents.

"To do Yoga!" You replied with a laugh sitting the bag upright next to her.

She groaned dramatically. "But it's six thirty am on a Saturday."

"No one told you to get up with me." You remark, pushing the coffee table to the edge of the room.

She holds her once displaced bag up for you to see. "It was calling out to me." She sighs, hugging it to her chest.

A knock on the door takes your concentration. As you pull it open you call back to her, "Well since you're up, you might as well join us."

"Nope!" She quickly scurries away with a wave of her hand. Cotton candy stuffed under her arm.

You shut the door behind Armin as he stares down the hall that Sasha had disappeared down. Your grin is bright almost devilish as it slowly spreads across your face.

"Seems like it's just the two of us." You mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

You watch as he thickly gulps with a nod. Bite able Adam's apple bouncing but you pretend you don't notice. Your mat is already laid out on the floor but you can't stop yourself from bending over to smooth out the corners. Barely paying attention to Armin until you hear a small cough or maybe him choking it's not very clear.

He's holding his mat in his arms defensively across his chest. Silk strands of blond hair fluttering when he blinks. His cheeks a beautifully vibrant pink.

"I-I wanted to th-thank you.." He says, blue eyes trained where they stared at your mat. "For.. the- um.." He gestures and you can't help but giggle.

"The sex?"

Now his eyes find you. Blown wide as his pink lips part over a word that never succeeds in leaving his mouth. Your feet pat over the floor as you close the distance between the two of you. His cheeks warm under your delicate grasp and you hold his face almost as though you're sure he'll shatter.

"You're so cute, please never change."

You're almost scared it sounds condescending but the soft rosy color trudging up to the tips of Armin's ears says he doesn't agree.

You turn back to your mat with a smile but just before you sit on it you add, "And you never have to thank me for sex, I'd do it with you anytime."

He nods once as if responding to you and then twice as if he's confirming that you did indeed say what he heard. The soft plap of his mat on the floor reminding you of what you were both here for.

"Ok, let's begin then." You take a deep breath, adjusting the scrunchie holding your hair in place. "First we wanna stretch alright, so I just need you to reach up above your head with both hands and reposition your feet."

You demonstrate using yourself and Armin awkwardly copies. Slender fingers curling towards the sky as he slowly relaxes his shoulders. You can't help but let your mind wander a little as a glint of light flickers off the steel rings decorating three of his gorgeous digits.

You had fingered yourself last time the two of you were together and now you were craving him. Wondering what the warmth of just one of those inside you would feel like.

"Spread your legs more." You encourage, meanwhile it nearly has Armin doubling back. "Dirty boy." You tease

You stand in front of him gently kicking his legs apart. Easy enough. And he responds to every bit of your touch like he craved you too.

And well you wanna tell yourself that you had actually had completely innocent intentions when you'd invited Armin over here today. He genuinely had never done Yoga before and you knew Sasha was gonna be here. So yeah, you'd love to say you wanted nothing but to relax Armin in this encounter.

But you couldn't even keep a straight face while thinking it.

"Can you bend your knees a little?" He squats, carefully coming back up. Arms reaching out on both sides as you coaxed him. "A little lower sweetie." You say as his ass hovers inches over the mat.

And oh to be the mat.

You step back until you're completely back on your mat. "I'm sure your arms are tired, you can put them down now." You wave him off and he lets out a smooth exhale. "Feel relaxed yet?"

"A little." He replies with a confident smile.

"Then you're ready for the next part." You clap "I need you to bend over and touch your toes alright."

He shuts his eyes, pretty lips parting over your choice of words. What you wouldn’t give right at this second to be a mind reader. His back arches, ankles locking together as you demonstrated. "Good, good boy. Back straight." You sink your thumb into his black athletic shirt to touch his spine. And he hardens with your touch. "Don't be shy, it's just me." You mutter, breath heavy.

Fuck! Touching his back muscles this up close and personal made you wanna sink your nails into them. Leave lines up and down his soft supple skin as a mark that you'd always be his first. No one else would ever get that privilege. 

"I-I.."

Shit.

"Ok, you can stand."

You pretend not to notice the way he shifts his sweats as he stands. This time you vow to actually stay on your mat.

"You should know this position." Your legs spread on one end of the mat while your hands came down to lay flat near the opposite end. "Try it."

Carefully he gets into the position you're currently doing but not without peaking at your figure. His blond hair dipping towards the mat and you can't help but smile at how cute he looks.

"Now we're gonna slowly curve our bodies down until our pelvis touches the floor." You say, head curving up toward the ceiling. For once Armin has immediate trouble, hips dangling weirdly over the ground. His arms trying and failing to steady himself.

"What's the matter? Wanna try a different position?"

"N-no it's nothing.."

You plop down on your mat, crossing your legs and gesturing for him to do the same and even without his reluctance you already know what's wrong. He slowly but surely rotates his hips, spreading his legs. His hardened dick print on full display.

You don't even try to hide the slow slither of your tongue wetting your lips. You quickly turn your head before crawling your way over to a very very flushed Armin. Sweat glistening perfectly over his pale skin.

"W-wait Sasha!" He panics, his arms flailing a bit as he backs up slightly.

"Shh it's ok, she definitely fell back asleep the second she went back in her room." You reply crawling towards him again.

"But you know I c-can't keep q-uiet. Wh-what if she h-hears!"

Your hands inched past his now loosened sweats to gently squeeze his hardened cock through his boxers. Both his hands flew to his mouth giving you a new gorgeous view of those pretty rings.

His eyes roll unfocused with every sweet glide of your hand. Tears already starting to brim along the edges of his warm eyes.

“Do you always wear those rings for physical activities or is it just for me?” 

“I-I just forgot to take them off..” 

“Did you?” You can tell your smile is shitty. Just from the way his eyes dart away from yours "You've never been blown either have you?" You ask getting back on topic.

"N-no." It's a muffled response but it hits your ears loud and clear.

"Another story for the growing journal then." You tease

You honestly can't help yourself. Lips curving and confining his tip like a vise. Precum salty where it stains your tongue. His gasp bouncing off the wall so elegantly. So fucking perfect. But even though Sasha is a heavy sleeper you were still worried she'd wake up before you finished.

So as much as you wanted to tease.

"Can I pull these down baby? I know your dick wants some relief."

He complies, oddly quickly. And you pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to hug the tops of his thighs. 

And his dick is gorgeous. You hadn't actually seen it before but fuck was it pretty, standing tall and leaking before you.

You inch forward spit dribbling from your lips to be collected in the hand that was working his slender shaft. It had Armin's hips bucking up to greet you. His sweet whines egging you on.

And slowly but surely.... "Oh my fucking god."

It was an adjustment. Not as smooth as you would've liked because of the weird angle but you'd taken a little more than half of his dick in your mouth. A mildly painful fit made up for by the angelic cries of Armin just above you.

"Pl-please.. oh God please.."

He couldn't tell what he wanted to hold, hands shifting to the top of your head, the floor and his rolled up sweats all in less than a minute. You swore you could hear his heartbeat through his chest every time you swallowed his cock again.

You wanted to speed ahead so bad, see him just as flustered as he had been last week when he had his cock buried deep inside your pussy but it was obvious he wasn't going to last long either way.

Disorganized syllables flooding off his lips with the occasional whimper of "thank you" and "yes". His throat heavy with every curse word he knew stuck in it. Breaths quick and uneven as you coaxed him down your throat. Vibrations coursing past your lips to meet his already sensitive sex.

"I-i'm.. gonna cum.. mmm soooo close! Gonna cum!"

His choked breaths fell over your forehead and in the next second he was emptying every bit of his stress into your mouth. Eyes clouded like Armin wasn't even in there anymore. And you drained him of every drop, reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls.

When you pulled off of him he let out a deep exhale. Body still shaking as he looked at you.

"Thank you so much." He grinned hazily

"God, I wanna be as many of your firsts as possible." You breathe out a laugh.

☆☆The one where Eren walks in☆☆

It wasn't often you came back to the same guy. Every now and then you had one night stands and that's all it ended up being. You'd always been fine with that.

But Armin made you stay. His shaky fingers, nervous tongue and tear stained cheeks so oddly addictive. Intoxicating in how innocent he stayed despite having two sexual encounters with you.

And now here you both were having your third in his bed. Bodies melded together in the heat of both your sweat. Eyes fixated on only each other as his head tilted up like a hungry baby bird to pull you back in every time you fled.

And you indulged him as much as possible because fuck he was the cutest thing. Your hands gliding over his back and up to his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. Spine curving deliciously when he grazed over your g-spot.

"Armin.. there." You breathed

Your free hand slid between your bodies making space for those slender fingers to work over your clit.

"Flick it." You encouraged, he immediately did as he was told earning a moan of approval.

"Good boy." You hum, lip trembling where it curves under your teeth.

The once soft pink of his face deepened with the compliment. A little smile decorating his gorgeous features. Just another thing to add to your growing folder of mental images.

"There honey.. keep going." You cooed over the little whimper fluttering off his lips as you hugged his cock. "You remember that spot right? The one that you hit when we were outside?"

"Yeah.. I think it was.." His hips remained delicate as he slid right into place. One leg up as he slotted his cock inside you. Heat pooled in the lowest depths of your stomach with the hesitant prodding of his tip to your g-spot. Eyes curving up to yours for further instruction.

"Mmhm that's it.. hit it a little harder ok."

It was all sorts of clumsy but he rammed your g-spot full force. An apology made its way to his throat but eye contact and the choked gasp that left your mouth soon proved it wasn't needed. You spread your legs a little further for him and he grabbed your waist smoothly working your hips over his dick.

"You're doing so well." You giggled taking a hold of his face. "And you're holding out much longer this time."

"Y-yeah but I'm almost there.." He sighed, fingers working at your clit a little faster. Right in time with the faster tempo of his hips.

"Fuck, you feel soooo good." He drawls

His lips parted, eyes flying north. You hugged him a little tighter as his chest pushed you up and down with each thrust. The once gentle drag of your nails now much rougher. As you let it slip just how much you were enjoying this.

Let your mouth fall open for the words circling your brain. Stomach heavy as Armin fucked you with intention. You brushed beads of sweat back from his face. His hair going up with it, clumping together atop his head.

"Mm gonna cum.." He moaned, head lolling with the intensity of his full body tremor.

"Hey Armin-"

"Eren!" Armin nearly shot up as Eren pushed the door open with zero warning.

Armin's free hand stayed on your clit completely stagnant. Tip twitching inside you, he didn't even have time to cover his mouth. Moans and whimpers pouring out from his still parted lips. Every bit of your fifteen minute effort now seen and heard by Eren who stood in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey Eren.." You greeted, pulling your hand away from your upturned lips. Meanwhile Armin's face is buried deep in your shoulder blade. Where you already assumed he'd be staying for the next hour.

"Uh huh.." Eren replied, slamming the door shut. "Mikasa, he's busy let's go!" You heard him call as his boots clicked down the hall.

You don’t say a word till you hear the front door open and close, “You ok?” 

“Any chance Eren didn’t hear that?..” He whispered 

“Not in hell or on Earth love.” 

‘Then no..” 

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Two Years and Counting

Pairings | Bucky Barnes x f!reader, Steve Rogers x f!reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Warnings | swearing, dirty talk, smut, mm smut, anal fingering, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral (m and f receiving), slight degradation, kinda dub-con at one point but not really?, implied pregnancy, unprotected sex, sort of breeding kink I think,

Word count | 3.2k

Summary | Steve gets Bucky a present for their second wedding anniversary: you and a little something extra

A/n | so loads of people wanted more Stucky x reader...here you go

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"So you want me to...sleep with you? Both of you?" You reiterated what Steve had just asked you, and the blonde man nodded.

"If you don't want to, please don't feel pressured to accept. It's just- we're very open, and Buck's been sayin' for a while how much he adores you." Steve admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. "And I more than agree with him." Steve added quickly after, a smile spreading over his perfect lips.

So that's how you ended up here, your back pressed you Steve's chest, his lips at your ear and a cerulean-eyed super soldier lapping relentlessly at your core.

"That's it, Buck, right there. I want your face to be shiny with her cum by the time you've finished." Steve cooed, voice thick and heavy with lust as his teeth nipped playfully at your earlobe.

You couldn't take your eyes away from the sight between your legs; the brunet super soldier's head buried between your thighs as he relentlessly lapped at your clit. A sharp gasp accompanied your fluttering eyelids when Bucky placed a finger at your entrance, slowly pushing it inside you.

"You like his tongue, hm? Those fingers feel real good, don't they?" Steve purred at your ear again, breath hot on your skin as your head dropped back into his shoulder.

Your legs were pulled painfully wide over his knees, hips aching from the stretch as his firm arms looped around you: one at your waist and the other over your chest, pinning you to him with the ghost of a choke around your neck.

"Wait 'til you see what his cock can do, sweetheart. You won't be walking tomorrow by the time we're done with you." Steve smirked, but you were so far gone by this point the words barely graced your senses.

"Fuck!" You squealed, Bucky's teeth giving a little nip to your clit as your back arched away from Steve's chest. The man chuckled, bringing his tongue down and tracing your slit before pushing in.

With his tongue stroking your walls and his nose bumping up against your clit, it didn't take long for Bucky to make you cum. Steve's large hand still rested against your throat as you came down from your high, his plump lips pressing wet kisses behind your ear.

"You good, doll?" Bucky bummed, hands resting heavily on your thighs, rubbing up and down soothingly. You nodded, a dopey smile crossing your lips as you were brought back to reality. Bucky chuckled again, low and melodic as Steve's voice filled your ears.

"Maybe we should give the dame a break...get on the bed, Buck. I want you naked and on your back." You never would be thought Steve to be so controlling in the bedroom. Sure, he barked orders all day long but you'd always assumed that he'd want to let go for a while. That and you'd always thought Bucky gave you raging Dom vibes.

Bucky was quick to comply, kneeling up and pressing a quick peck to your cheek and then Steve's lips before he was scrambling over to the bed, tearing his clothes off on the way.

Steve helped you up, setting you down on the bed beside Bucky and pressing and lingering kiss to your forehead. He offered you a quick, small smile before his attention was on Bucky.

Steve's lips spread wider when he saw the bottle of lube in Bucky's hand, the blonde's own hand moving up to brush the hair out of his husband's face.

"You're such good boy for me, baby. Now let's get you nice and open, hm?" Steve cooed, leaning down for a kiss. You expected it to be sweet, and it was anything but that. The kiss was almost nasty, with tongues mingling and teeth clashing.

Steve grabbed the bottle of lube from Bucky when he pulled away, slowly kissing down the man's body. Bucky whined - like actually whined - as Steve took his time, taking a moment to let his tongue smooth over one of Bucky's nipples before moving on.

When he reached his cock - which you hadn't let yourself look at until now - Steve took the swollen and leaking tip in his mouth, suckling lightly and causing Bucky's hips to jerk up.

"Please, Stevie! Just - just fuck me already!" Bucky whined, hips wriggling as Steve tried to hold him still. A whimper bled through Bucky's lips when Steve's hand came down on his thing in a small slap.

"Don't tell me what to do. You'll take what I give you." Steve's voice was suddenly stern; it was his Captain America voice. Bucky whined, but settled down, his head tilted up as he watched his husband with hooded eyes.

Steve hummed to himself, leaving a trail of wet kisses down the length of Bucky's cock until he reached the base. It was then that he pulled away, nimble fingers flipping the cap off the lube and squirting a generous amount onto the fingers of his other hand.

"Relax for me, Buck." Steve mumbled, his free hand coaxing Bucky's thighs a little wider until he could clearly see the man's tight rim. You watched without blinking as Steve's pink tongue ran over his lips, his eyes solely focused on the sight between the older man's legs.

He circled Bucky's tight hole with the tips of his fingers, a smirk gracing his lips when an breathy moan slipped through Bucky's slightly parted lips.

"That's it." Steve was pushing a finger in then, slow and controlled and the digit worked itself passed the resisting muscle. "Good boy." Steve's voice was a low purr, wrist rolling to make Bucky moan as his fingertip glided over his prostate.

Bucky could already see stars, and he'd barley begun. You watched intently, feeling yourself get even wetter as you watched the way Steve played Bucky's body like an instrument he'd mastered over years of practice. And, in a way, Steve had.

Two years into their marriage and both boys knew each other inside out, the ways their body's worked and responded committed to memory. Your bottom lip found itself tucked between your teeth, hands pushing you up so you could get a better view.

Bucky's head was thrown back now, eyes disappearing into his skull and Steve rolled his wrist a little faster. The sight was heavenly, hair falling into his face and mouth parted as Bucky attempted not to squirm, his hands fisted so tightly into the sheets they looked as if they may rip.

"Do you want to try?" It was Steve's voice again, real soft and tempting as he peered up at you through thick lashed. You swallowed thickly, blinking away the sight of Bucky as you directed your gaze to the blonde.

"Huh?" Your voice was probably timid, arguably sheepish as the sound of question formed on your tongue.

"Would you like a go? At fingering him?" Steve repeated, a gently charming look in his blue eyes. You gulped, but ultimately nodded as the words in your mouth seemed to dry up. Steve offered a wide smile, slowly slipping his finger from Bucky - the resulting whimper making Steve chuckle - before moving to the side to give you some room.

"I- I don't know what I'm doing." You admitted as you placed yourself between Bucky's legs, hands on your thighs as your eyes slid over the sight before you. Steve breathed something of a laugh, leaning in close and picking up your right hand with his.

"I'll tell you how." Steve murmured near your ear, his other hand quick to pick up the bottle of lube again before squirting a good amount onto your fingers. "You need 'em nice and wet, it feels much nicer when they can slide right in." Steve explained, rubbing the substance around your skin to make sure they were saturated enough.

"Then what?" You breathed, unable to tear your eyes from the beautiful sight before you. Steve smiled, guiding your fingers to Bucky's little hole. Once the tip of your middle finger was lined up, Steve urged you to being pushing in. It met a bit of resistance, but the muscle quickly gave way again and your finger slid in fairly smoothly after that. Bucky moaned, long and loud.

"That feel good, huh? Does she feel good?" Steve cooed at Bucky, who could only seem to muster a nod as you begin to roll your wrist, just as Steve had. "That's it, take it real slow. You can build up the speed a little more in a moment." Steve mumbled beside you, eyes alight with lust.

"Can I- can I add another finger?" You tentatively asked, giving Steve a nervous glance.

"Yes, I think he's ready. Are you ready, Buck?" Steve replied, looking up at his husband.

"Yes! Feels s' good, so so good!" Bucky moaned, attempting to squirm but Steve placed a firm hand on his hip and tutted.

"Ask nicely." Steve chided, that hint of harshness back to his tone. You couldn't help but think that having sex with Steve would give you whiplash with how quickly his tone could change.

"Please can I have another finger? It feels real good!" Bucky stuttered out through breathy moans and whimpers. Steve smiled coyly, nodding to you when you gave him a look in question.

You let Steve squirt some more lube onto your index finger before pushing it in along side your middle one, a pang of arousal clenching your gut and the completely debauched sound that it pulled from the writhing super soldier.

"Good girl." Steve murmured near your ear, his eyes glued to your fingers slowly pumping in and out of Bucky's tight hole. "Why don't you give his pretty little cock a kiss, huh? It looks a little needy." Steve purred, eyes sliding over the swollen tip of Bucky's cock.

You nodded, wetting your lips with your tongue as you leant forwards. Buck's back arched so high you thought you could fit a goddamn pillow under there when your lips brushed the head of his cock, precum smearing over them.

"That's it. You gettin' close now, baby?" Steve cooed and Bucky whined. You let your tongue lap at his skin, Bucky's musk coating your tastebuds as you felt the warmth of him against you.

Steve hovered over you, his hand now palming at his own dick through his jeans as he watched you pleasuring his husband.

"Curl your fingers a little, doll. You'll know when you find the spot." So you did, and you definitely hit the 'spot'. Your fingers pressed into Bucky's prostate, pulling an dirty moan from the man as his back arched even higher and the sheets actually ripped in his hands.

"S-should I keep going?" You mumbled nervously, pulling away from Bucky's cock and looking up at steve through fanned lashes. He gave you a nod, but stopped you before your lips could meet the shaft of Bucky's dick in a wet kiss.

You pulled back again, pumping your fingers even faster when you saw Steve lower his own lips to Bucky's cock. They spread over the tip, saliva dripping from them as Steve spat onto Bucky's skin. The brunet groaned, loud, as Steve bobbed down, his nose brushing the patch of curls at the base.

He clearly did this a lot.

The other thing that surprised you, but sent a tingle of need up for spine nonetheless, was when Steve reached up Bucky's body, his fingers pinching the older man's nipple before rolling the bud between them.

The sight made you let out your own small moan, your hips unintentionally winding down against the covers as you felt yourself growing hotter again.

But a loud whine pulled you from your haze, Steve's warm hand over your wrist as he pulled your touch away from Bucky. You felt bad, the man was squirming under your heavy gazes; denied of his release.

"Ah, ah. We don't whine. Now get up; I'm itching to see you buried in our girl." You shivered, like visibly shivered, the words echoing about your mind. Our girl.

Bucky crawling across the bed pulled you out of your trance yet again, his hands of your waist to guide you so your back was flush against the now-sweaty sheets a delicious contrast of cool and warm.

"Good boy, now make me proud." Steve murmured into Bucky's ear, perfect teeth nipping at the man's lobe before Steve gave Bucky's ass a quick spank and pulled away. Bucky squeaked, but pulled his lip between his teeth anyway.

"Please, Bucky," you croaked, voice nothing but a breathy whine, "Wan' to feel you inside me." You were growing impatient now, witnessing the lovers' little interactions making you slick with want.

Bucky couldn't deny you that, the doe eyes you were flashing him making the man's cock ache with need. Wrapping a firm hand around his throbbing cock, Bucky glided the tip between you puffy folds, Steve chuckling as you bucked up at Bucky, hips jumping.

"Fuck, doll." Bucky growled as he sheathed himself inside you in one, slow thrust. You sucked him in, the walls of your cunt pulsating around his thickness as you groaned, hair sticking to your face as your toes curled and hands cling to Bucky's broad shoulders.

"Bucky!" You cried out, soon joined by the super soldier himself as he felt Steve's tip judge his tight opening.

"Ready, baby?" Steve cooed, almost mockingly. The strained nod Bucky gave him seemed to be enough for Steve, the super soldier the tip of his slick cock breaching the barrier of Bucky's stretched ass. A smirk widely spread in his pink lips at the sinfully loud moan he pulled from his husband's lips.

"S'tight. Always so fuckin' tight for me, doll." Steve purred against Bucky's skin as he pushed in, only stopping once he'd bottomed out. Bucky's eyes were wide now, a dirty moan spilling through his lips at the feeling of Steve's thick head massaging his prostate. Your own moans accompanied Bucky's, a filthy harmony of pleasure ringing through the sex-scented room.

Steve begun a punishing rhythm, one that Bucky was quick to match on his own, thighs smacking against yours. Your eyes were threatening to disappear into your skull and your back was beginning to arch, breaking away from the bed, but the thin sheen of sweat caused the covers to lift with you.

Bucky's balls were slapping lewdly against your ass, still wet from Steve's saliva. Steve grasped Bucky's hips to ground himself, his grasp on his husband so tight that all three of them only knew there'd be pretty purple bruises decorating his beautiful skin tomorrow.

Bucky grabbed for something to hold onto, his flesh hand pulling at your wrists until he managed to pin them over your head, the metal appendage cupping your flushed-hot cheek in a cooling grip. He smashed his lips against yours - messy and desperate as his tongue sought yours.

"You like that, huh? You like shoving your tongue down our girl's throat?" Steve rasped from behind, a smirk evident in his derisive tone. There it was again: our girl. The words truly made you tingle, but also made you hope that the name would be permanent. Our girl.

Bucky's moan was strained as he attempted to nod, his pace picking up even more as his lost release came back in sight.

"Filthy fuckin' boy. Look like such fuckin' whores when you kiss like that." Steve chided, hand grasping and palming the flesh of Bucky's ass. "Remember your manners, baby. Make her cum before you whore out and fill 'er up." Steve gritted, teeth nipping at Bucky's neck until it tingled with that glorious pleasure-pain.

Bucky nodded again, just as strained as the last time as his metal hand shakily reached down to rub circles over your clit.

"G-gonna cum!" You screamed, and Bucky smirked this time, a proud glance crossing his cerulean eyes. "'M gonna cum!" You cried, walls fluttering, spasming, clenching, clawing at Bucky's cock.

When it hit you properly it was white-hot pleasure, blooming in your core and spread throughout your body. You shook, bones vibrating as you felt your vision clouding with the intensity.

A harsh, rippling smack from Steve to Bucky's ass sending him over the edge with you, the brunet collapsing forward to cover your body with his as he emptied himself inside you.

Steve stilled his hips, heavy pants washing over them as he let out a dirty string of moans and grunts. He filled Bucky's ass perfectly, the sticky, white substance leaking around his cock before Steve carefully pulled out.

It was only in that moment that you realised it, the wince that escaped you when Bucky pulled out more from the feeling of his cum seeping from your hole that anything else.

"Wha- I'm not in anything." You suddenly gasped, eyes wide. Steve smirked after he ushered Bucky out the room, his large form bending over your and he cupped your face in his hands.

"That's the point sweetheart. Did you really think my gift would just be you? You're having our baby, doll." Steve grinned. You should be discussed by his words. He tricked you. But if anything, you were overjoyed. You'd discussed surrogacy before with the super soldiers, but had eventually ruled out the idea because you couldn't comprehend giving up your baby - even if it wasn't really yours in the first place.

"You mean-?" You couldn't find your words, the syllables scattered around the room as your mouth opened and closed a few times. Steve nodded, tears glistening across his eyes and most likely yours.

"You're going to be a mother, y/n. You're going to be ours." Steve mumbled, nose bumping yours as he leant in for a sweet kiss.

"What?" Bucky's voice drawled from the door, a little damp rag clutched in his hand as he returned - cleaned up.

"Shit." Steve muttered in a hiss as he pulled away, eyes flickering to yours before he stood up. "Buck, I can-" Steve began to explain but the completely overjoyed look on Bucky's face stopped him.

"We're having a baby?" Bucky mumbled, eyes widened with hope.

"Yes." Steve smiled, his arms open as Bucky crashed into them, head buried against Steve's chest.

"Thank you. I love you, so much." Bucky squealed, pulling away enough to connect his lips with Steve's before he was looking to you over his husband's shoulder. "And thank you, too, doll. Really. I can't wait to have you as ours."

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Haechan is almost disgusted by himself from the way he feels when you sit like that. He tells himself that there’s no reason for him to get so turned on by this, he should just be happy that you’re comfortable enough around him that you don’t feel the need to watch the way you sit and absolutely nothing more.

But there’s just something. Something about the way you sink into the corner of the couch, your bare legs relaxed and spread apart, and a cute pout pushing out your lip as you tap away on your phone. He just feels like a pervert from how inviting he finds the space between your thighs, the one place he could spend hours happily distracted by.

He had always been handsy with you, from the first time you let him touch you it was like his fingers and mouth were constantly trying to worm their way under your clothes. So maybe that’s why he couldn’t pull his eyes away from the soft pink fabric that covered his favorite meal, and maybe he wasn’t a insatiable pervert, maybe just a really really, really giving and attentive boyfriend.

You weren’t surprised when he sat down next to you, his side pressing against your shin as he pretends to look at his own phone. You knew from day one that his love languages were physical touch and quality time, so when he’d sit closer than necessary you didn’t bat an eye.

You also, to his disbelief because he could have sworn he was being slick, weren’t surprised when you felt his fingers brushing the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh. If anything you just relaxed more, your leg that rests on the edge of the couch moving enough to drape over his lap just enough to keep you spread open for him and a content sigh slips from your lips.

Your motions, as small as they are, push his hand closer to the hem of your shorts, and he takes this as a full access invitation.

“What you doing baby?” he asks as if his fingers aren’t creeping along the hem of your underwear, and he even rests his cheek against your knee that presses into the back of the couch to put on an unnecessarily innocent act.

“Scrolling through twitter,” you decide to play along, for no other reason than it just seems funny, or at least as funny as it can be with his knuckles brushing softly against your clit through the thin fabric, “what are you doing?”

“Not a lot,” he huffs dramatically as he moves to wrap his index finger around the crotch and tug, the slightly roughed up skin of his finger tips finally getting a little jolt from your hips as they brush your dampening skin, “kinda bored honestly.”

“Is there anything you can think of that would keep you entertained?” your voice has an edge as you try to finish your sentence. You can feel your heart beat pick up and your face flush as his middle and ring fingers prod against your entrance, and even with how much you pride yourself in being able to keep up with your wild boyfriend, you fear he may be able to stick to the casual facade you two have going much longer than you.

“Yeah,” he nods against your knee, his squished cheek looking cute and out of place with his wandering hands, “I can think of a couple things.”

It’s when the final syllable leaves his lips that he finally does it. His fingers pushing in and curling against your fluttering walls. His wrist immediately starts moving to pulse the digits slightly in and out, and the small gasp you let out is both from the feeling and the way your falling phone almost lands directly on your face.

“Hmmm yeah that’s what I wanted,” he mutters, his pupils getting bigger and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip in a way that tells you that he doesn’t register the words slipping over his tongue.

“Hyuck,” you’re not sure why you whine out his name, but you both shift together after it’s said. Your hips wiggle closer to him, begging for something, whatever, more and he turns to face you more. His face slips off your knee, resting against your thigh as he starts to slide down, and before you can speak again he’s laying on his stomach, and your stomach twists in anticipation when you feel his warm breath hit where his finger dig into you.

“I didn’t mean to bother you baby,” he says, but his almost condescending tone tells you it’s a flat out lie. And the only things that help to set in stone that he fully intended to bother you, is his free hand wiggling out from under him to push the layers of fabric out of his way and his sharp tongue laying flat against your previously neglected clit.

Your socked feet dig slightly into his sides as your head digs back into the plush couch and your back curves away, the feeling of your curled toes tickling him enough that he groans against your skin and his finger push harshly into you. The chain reaction only makes your eye sight fuzzy and whimpers to escape you.

“Please please please,” the last remaining word in your brain flies out over and over in a whiny whisper as he sucks your clit between his full lips and rolls his relentless tongue against it.

His fingers only get rougher and faster as they pump into you, and the way they catch perfectly against the spot that makes you all but melt into a puddle, makes your eyes flutter and roll as your hands finally shoot down to tangle into his hair.

You’re only partially aware of the loud thump your phone causes as it drops to the floor from your squirming, but the way haechan licks at you like he’s never eaten in his life with his eyes closed shut tightly takes you attention away from anything else in your surroundings.

The only hint that he’s still mentally with you is the way he reacts when you warn him that you’re close. The biting promise of an orgasm running up your spine, as you twitch and grumble only allows you to offer him the words “so close,” but that’s enough for him to push you further.

His shoulders shift from underneath his shirt as he adjusts himself against the couch. The motions giving him better leverage on fucking his fingers into you, while also making his groans vibrate against you when his crotch pushes against the couch cushion.

His fingers push faster as he tries to push you over the edge, your fluttering and tightening walls doing nothing to stop how eagerly he pulls you apart, and when he lets out one last, loud moan, you feel yourself finally snap.

You say a quick thank you, to whatever out there, that you two are the only ones in the house at that second. The shocked yelp you let out, quickly morphs into loud swears and moans as you come against his face, and you almost worry about a noise complaint regardless of the blinding pleasure.

He works you through your orgasm with a still high eagerness, as he’s never been one to slow down, and you swear you may lose your mind as your body tries, and fails, to curl away from his determined mouth.

The only ounce of relief you get is when his finger slip out of you, his now free hand moving to wrap around your waist as his tongue takes in the free space to lick you all over to clean you of the evidence of your orgasm.

He probably would have tried to pull another out of you if your foot didn’t lift to push against his shoulder, your body almost working on its own to relieve itself from the overstimulation. His lips detach reluctantly, but once he’s away from your skin, he offers a bright, breathless, and purely evil grin.

“Fuck Hyuck,” you pant, your lips subconsciously curling to match his grinning look before you gently kick at him again, “you still bored at all?”

“Nope,” he says proudly as he moves to stand, seemingly ignoring the way he strains against his sweatpants and the fabric of your bottoms still tucked to the side and exposing you to the room, “I’d mark myself down as pretty damn entertained.”

“Oh so you’re done here?” you ask in disbelief as you motion pointlessly around.

“Yeah I think so, for now at least,” you’re still in shock as he turns to walk away, “but you should go use the restroom, I’m about to make us something to eat.”

And it’s as he walks into the kitchen, his still wet fingers now shoved into his mouth as he licks you off of them, that he thinks, ‘nah I don’t think I’m a pervert’

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hi, hope you're doing alright

could you do something with wolfstar x reader where she uses the safe word?

i love your writing btw

Our Good Girl

S.O.B. X FEM!READER X R.J.L. 

polyamorous relationship 

17+ IF YOU ARE TAGGED AND DON’T WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW

warnings: smut, vaginal penetration, oral (male and female receiving), degradation, humiliation, choking, spanking, USE OF SAFE WORD, dom!Sirius(maybe kinda switch!) and Dom!Remus/sub!reader, daddy kink because why not, spitting, UNEDITED (im sorry✋🏻)

Your quill tapped ceaselessly on the black walnut wood of the desks that filled Slughorn’s classroom. Sirius sat next to you, your partner since the beginning of the year and your boyfriend for a year and a half, had a firm grip on your upper thigh. His breathing was shallow and back incredibly straight as he sat in his seat without sparing you as much as a glance. You had made him mad, at least you assume you had, he came into class with a look of dominance and you knew better than to question him when he was like that. A short ‘You are to follow me after class’ was the only thing he had uttered to you since the start of the lesson, nearly an hour ago. 

“Alright everyone, you are to turn in your essays, no shorter than one and a half scrolls, by...let’s say Monday. Use the extra time wisely.” Slughorn dismissed the class after his reminding of the homework. 

Sirius was quick to slip his hand into your own, grabbing both your book bags and throwing them over his shoulder as he ushered you out of the classroom. 

“Remus and I have agreed you are to be punished, Moony’s probably already waiting for us in the dorm.”

You bit the corner of your lip before speaking up, “But I haven’t done anything bad.”

Sirius smirked as he stopped walking, turning to you with a glint in his eye, “Does Daddy need a reason to make sure his brat knows her place?”

The rasp in his low voice, his thumb tracing your cheekbone so lovingly juxtaposing the harsh, teasing tone of his words made arousal pool in your panties. 

“No, Daddy.” You mumbled, slipping your hand back into his as he started walking again. 

Without turning to look at you Sirius smiled, “Good girl.”

The rest of the way to the boys’ dorm was silent, Sirius just a few steps ahead of you at all times with his hand tugging yours just slightly. The door, a worn light wood, of the familiar dorm was being pushed open to reveal Remus sitting on his bed, belt in hand. His eyes turned toward you and Sirius as you entered the room, a stern look falling onto you.

“What did she do?” The question was directed to Sirius but his eyes trained on you.

Sirius shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant as he removed his tie, “Nothing, just think she needs some reminding.”

His mind was else where as he spoke making you silently wonder, had you done something?

Remus seemed to ask himself the same question as his brow furrowed slightly in your direction when Sirius wasn’t paying attention. You bit your lip again and averted your gaze to the floor making Remus stand and approach you.

His thumb came up to pull your lip from between your teeth, “Good bunny’s don’t shred their lips, you know Daddy doesn’t like it when you do that.”

You nodded, meeting his honey touched eyes as you spoke, “M’sorry, Daddy.”

“M’sorry, Daddy.” Sirius mocked, coming up to the two of you. 

He placed a longing kiss on Remus’ lips, knowing the lack of attention would have you whining. He was right, breathy whines were leaving your parted lips in no time as you watched your boyfriends slip into a passionate kiss while you were left to watch. You were tempted to reach your hand down and relieve the aching of your throbbing clit with your own fingers, give Sirius an actual reason to punish you, but he seemed rather testy already. 

“Is puppy getting needy all by her lonesome?” Sirius asked teasingly after he pulled away from Remus’ lips. 

You gave a feeble nod as your hands fiddled with each other. 

The raven haired boy sighed, as if this was talking a toll on him, “Alright, clothes off and over my knee.”

He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, taking Remus’ belt that had been left there by the lycanthrope mere minutes ago. Sirius ran the leather across his palm, it was still warm from being wrapped around one of his lovers’ hips. 

Again, Sirius seemed to lose himself in the act, his jaw tense and knee bouncing making you strip faster. Something was bothering him, and suddenly the impromptu punishment was making more sense. You were always eager to help him blow off some steam, so you made sure to be the good girl you knew you were, his and Remy’s good girl. 

You draped yourself over Sirius’ lap elegantly, the mere thought of helping him through his frustrations had you clenching your thighs. You were always eager to help your daddies. 

Remus was making quick work of ridding himself of his trousers and briefs. He was semi-hard already, jerking himself off as he walked closer you and Sirius. 

“Open up, puppy.” Remus instructed as he tapped the tip 0f hi cock on your lips. 

He pushed past your parted lips, the warmth of your mouth making him let out a breath that turned into a low hum as you started to suck on his spongey head. Remus’ thrusts into your mouth were slow and hard, his hand petting your head gently- his dominance was something he embodied, and rarely ever had to prove.

“You aren't to stop sucking Moony.” Sirius warned as he ran a hand across your ass, landing a soft smack just to see the skin ripple deliciously. 

You barely had any time to prepare yourself before you felt the harsh lick of the leather belt on the sensitive skin of your backside. His blows were quick- if he had asked you to count you would’ve struggled- and precise. The first few had an erotic sting to them, making you moan around Remus’ prick in your mouth, but as the belt returned to your skin it got firmer, the pain soon overtaking the pleasure. Sirius lost himself in the action, his mind seemingly glazing over the fact that you were on the receiving end of his brutal whips. His jaw was tensing again and Remus had half a mind to pull you away from him because this had to be painful, but you knew your safe word- if it was too much you’d tap his thigh three times and say your safe word- you showed no signs of displeasure so he went along with it. 

In your impending submissive haze, pleasing Sirius was the main focus on your mind and the pain was a small price to pay for your Daddy to not be mad anymore. You lost your rhythm as you tried your best to bob your head along Remus, his cock triggering your gag reflex now making you audibly choke. 

With perfect timing, Remus pulled you off himself as Sirius gave the last few blows to your backside. You were then shoved onto the bed harshly by the raven haired Gryffindor, the sheets rubbing against the raw skin of your ass making you wince quietly. 

Remus, in an attempt to balance the pain and pleasure , knelt down in front of your bare cunt. He started to rub slow circles with his thumb on your throbbing clit. 

“Our good girl is absolutely drenched Pads, here have a taste.” He offered, fingers dipping down to run up your slit and collect your juices before holding his hand up for Sirius. 

Sirius wasted in time in wrapping his lips around the waiting digits, cleaning them of your arousal. The sight made you squirm, it was beyond intimate and had your walls clenching. With a pop, Remus removed his fingers from Sirius mouth and placed them back on your needy pussy. The two fingers running up and down your folds before entering your tight hole, his lips attaching to your clit with wanton fervor. 

You knew your rules, Remus made sure of it, so your hands stayed by your sides resisting the urge to card through and pull the warm chocolate strands of his hair. Breathy moans were emitted from your lips at first, before they grew louder and stronger that had Sirius casting a silencing charm on the room. He then busied himself with stripping himself of his remaining clothes before situating himself near your torso, his hand coming up to tug and tweak your pert nipples, pulling more and more moans out of you. 

Remus fingers sped up as did his tongue bringing you closer to the edge, your hips and thighs trembling letting both boys know you were close. 

“Hold it you fucking brat. If you cum, you’re cuming around my cock.” Sirius spat, delivering a harsh slap to your sensitive nipple. 

The request made you whine but you did as you were told, you wanted to make your Daddy happy. Remus continued his torment, lapping at your cunt knowing you’d never be allowed to finish like this. He gave a few more broad licks before pulling away making you cry out and pulling Sirius closer by the back of his neck and connecting their lips. The kiss was short and messy, Remus pulling away to land a smack to his boyfriend’s face before forcing his jaw open and spitting onto his tongue. The taste was intoxicating, both you and Remus intermingled beautifully- Sirius wanted nothing more than to swallow it, so he did. 

The lycanthrope moved aside so Sirius could have his way with you. The aforementioned was grabbing his tie, and turning you over onto your belly so he could have access to your wrists. Remus moved to sit in front of you on the bed, his legs spread in a straddle and his painfully hard prick nearly touching your face. He slowly jerked himself off as Sirius knotted his tie around your wrists skillfully- the harder he tugged the tighter they got. 

Your hips were then pulled up, your back arched, and face shoved into the sheets before Sirius pulled you up by the restraints on your wrists. The counterweight of your body on the restraints had it impossibly tight, making the tips of your fingers go cold from the loss of circulation. Without time for adjustment, Sirius was pounding into from behind and Remus fisting himself to match pace with the boy’s thrusts. 

The first few thrusts were enjoyable, the head of his cock hitting the spot inside you that you seeing stars instantly, and the sight of precum leaking from the appetizing sight of Remus Lupin’s dick right in front of you. But the soon the painful grinding of your wrists along with the loss of circulation in your fingers and painful slapping of Sirius’ skin against the red, raw skin of your backside had tears welling in your eyes- any pleasure was gone.

Remus seemed to notice your change in mood, his hand slowing on his shaft as his eyebrows knit together softly- something wasn’t right. 

Sirius had lost himself again, jaw clenched, eyes trained somewhere else in the room which was unusual in itself- Sirius was always present during sex.

Before Remus could say anything, it was your heartbreaking cry that cut him off.

“Red! Red! Please, stop!” 

Your mind straddled the dangerous fog of subspace and...something else. You felt vulnerable, embarrassed, and afraid you had disappointed your daddies.

Remus was quick to reach over and pull your wrists from Sirius’ grasp, untying his reed and gold tie, before pulling you into his lap as your sobs grew heavier. Sirius seemed to freeze, the safe word being called out with such a pleading and desperate tone had snapped him back to reality in lightning speed. 

“Shh, it’s all ok, love, y’wanna tell Remy and Siri what happened?” Remus cooed, voice gentle as you hid your face in his neck to find some sort of shelter. 

You sniffled, “Jus’ hurt a lot, didn’t feel nice.”

His hand came up to brush your hair away from your face, “Can you tell us what didn’t feel nice, so we know not to do it again?”

“Spankings were too hard, when Siri’s skin was touching mine it hurt, an-and the ties were too tight, m’finger were getting cold...” You words came out slow and mumbled, every few broken by a hiccup or sniffle. 

“Oh, puppy...” 

You recognized the voice as Sirius’ making you turn to look at him. The tears freely flowing down his cheeks made a fresh wall of your own tears build and you started to blubber again.

“M’sorry, I didn’t mean to be bad, promise.” You cried as Sirius slowly climbed up onto the bed, his movements slow and cautious. 

He was worried you’d hate him, that you’d never look at him the same. Sirius hated himself for not recognizing your boundaries and for taking his anger out on you in such a way. 

The way you were apologizing, as if you were at fault, pulled at his heartstrings more as he pulled you into his chest. You gladly wrapped yourself around his body, his arms encircling you. Remus looked up, into Sirius’ eyes, and could see the guilt that was eating him alive, it was eating at Remus too. 

“You did nothing wrong, love. I’m so proud of you for using your safe word when it didn't feel nice, and I’m so sorry, I made you feel like that, baby.”

You felt Remus place his hand on your back, scooting in to wrap his arms around both of you, “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you weren’t enjoying it, darling.”

It was after a few beats with your head in Sirius’ neck, and your hand holding one of Remus’ thumbs that you spoke up again.

“S’not your fault, it’s ok.”

Sirius shook his head, “No, I was in a foul mood because of a run in with Snivellus, and I tried to use you to work through my anger, as if you weren’t a good girl, my good puppy. Forgive me, Y/n.”

“I forgive you, Siri.” You placed a soft kiss on the underside of his jaw before leaning over to pull Remus into a kiss. 

After breaking away Remus suggested, “How about we get some clothes on, and cuddle. Our good girl needs a nap, yeah?”

You feebly nodded making Remus stand up and bring over a shirt of Sirius’ to pull over your head and a pair of his own boxers for you to wear. Sirius helped you into the boxers, folding the waistband so they clung onto your hips better, before getting up himself to put his own underwear on- his hard-on being an issue of the past seeing as the self hatred that plagued him seeing your state did absolutely nothing to arouse him. Remus also pulled on his own pair of plaid boxers. 

Soon you three were all laying in Remus’ bed, you sandwiched in the middle of your two boyfriends. Remus had an arm reached around you and Sirius, rubbing soft circles on the boy’s shoulder blade. Sirius had his hand resting on the side of your face- you were turned toward him- his fingers running along the skin as you were slipping into a peaceful sleep. The last thing you could remember was Remus pressing a loving kiss onto the crown of your head and your thumb running across the soft skin of his exposed hip behind you.

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