#instead of studying for my anatomy test

[happy74827]

[dexaroth]

first draft of xor (logic gate placeholder name, im gonna try to incorporate techy stuff into their design) + a past testing ref sheet where half of the lineart is original and half is reused from other drawings + the current pose and overall shape im gonna use for his actual ref whenever i get to finish it lol

[monarchberrysblog]

18+ mini–drabbles | miguel o’hara | 02

nerdy! miguel o’hara x fem! reader

✮ content warning: MATURE CONTENT IS PRESENT, VIEWER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. smut (obvi), overstimulation, cunnilingus, light fingering, and female ejaculation.

✭ author’s note: hello hello! i now have ao3! i’ll post my longer fics there instead of here! and here is a small drabble i worked on while sick! fevers always come in clutch…

main masterlist.

“Jesus…” Your jaw drops down, laughably down to the floor. “Oh my God!” Your moans fill the dorm before your hand caresses the back of his head, tugging at his wavy hair. With a heavy hand, your hand slapped against the nape of his neck and pulled him closer to your warm core. His hands squeeze your thighs in response before he allows the tip of his tongue to lick your entrance slowly from the bottom to your puffy clit. The wet muscle lingered before he eagerly took the bundle of nerves between his teeth, grazing his fangs.

“Careful…!” You slap the back of his head and scoot his head away from between your legs. “Sorry! Sorry…” He mumbles and places a gentle kiss against your clit, slowly pulling away. His face is coated, making it look like he helped himself to a serving of a sweet treat but went overboard. He licks his lips, licking the clear, slippery, and stretchy discharge. He looked like a kitten who fell into a bowl of milk face-first.

He resorts to soft, gentle nibbles against your clit before smoothing it out with the flat of his tongue, feeling the aloe vera-like sensation against the puffy ball of nerves.

“Better, thank you.” You sighed, back to basking in his touch and kitten licks. His eyes dart up, looking at you, seeing your head thrown back into your silky pillows. His mind did a double take, his sanity staggering at five miles per hour. What if he…

Those staggering ideas halted as your hands touched his face, removing those rectangular frames. His vision clouded, creating a jump, contrasting his once-assisted 20/20 vision—chills course down his spine like a snake climbing a tree. But it didn't phase him physically as he continued to bask in your warmth and taste. "Right there..." You exhale before you comb his hair back and pull him close to your needy pussy.

His nose smashing against your wet clit was not on his plans, especially on a Thursday night when he should be studying, not memorizing your taste (or anatomy) like he had a test over your warmth and taste.

"I'm close..." He hears the soft announcement but continues to savor you in bliss. He's listened to the words in some videos but didn't expect to hear you say them. His hand rests on your lower stomach, his thumb slowly rubbing the sensitive nub. "Keep it there!" The pitch in your tone jumps drastically before you wrap your legs around his head, trapping him like a spider grabbing its prey with sticky webs of deception.

The subtle nibbles and licks continue before a warm fluid waterboards him. He spits the small fluid out and kisses the inside of your thigh firmly. "Holy shit..." You reach down and gently wipe away the clear liquid off his chin. "Didn't mean to waterboard you." You giggled as you saw Miguel wipe away the mess you left on his nose. lips, and chin. "Didn't know that you were capable of..."

"Female ejaculation."

“Yeah, that…”

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ “I can assure you, we are just friends.”

definitely not something that’s a little more than friends 🗡️ friends with benefits prompts 🗡️ 18+ prompts

While Person A is chatting with their friends, Person B sidles up to A and subtly trails a finger up their spine (does A stutter? go completely silent at the electricity going through their body? start to get red but manage to keep their composure? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS)

B begs A to not leave any marks because they just can’t let this secret get out

For that beach episode: A takes off their shirt, exposing scratch marks from a recent session… B hides a sly grin as A is questioned about who they’re with

A is very physically affectionate in general, but has fallen into the habit of only bothering B in public with it

^ A wants to interact with B in many ways and just ends up biting their arm jokingly to satiate that desire (yes, their friends think this is weird)

B needs to be held accountable for finishing their work, so A comes over to hang out… they do not get work done for a while

At a party, B can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when they spot A flirting with someone

A’s childhood friend is in town and A is super excited to have them meet B (B is quietly panicking over making a good impression and wondering what A has said about them)

A and B are in the same anatomy class and they spend a lot of time studying together (A is most certainly a hands-on learner hehehehe)

“Is that B’s shirt?” “What? Oh, uh, yes… My shirt got dirty the last time I was over there so they’re washing mine for me.”

“Is that A’s shirt?” “Yes. What about it?” “…Does A know you have their shirt?” “Nope!”

They really only planned on the midnight rendezvous, not falling asleep afterwards, so A and B go get morning coffee together (they are both very grumpy but still enjoying each other’s company)

Inside jokes during sexy times bleed into their normal banter, leading to some questionable looks from their friends

A gets a little drunk and B expects them to slip up and expose their true relationship, but instead A is very wholesome and remains steadfast on their boundaries; B is so proud of them for this

B is desperately trying to get something off their mind, so A offers a distraction for the night… it’s Mario Kart and whoever loses owes the other a favor

Any of their plans to go out have to include wiggle room in case they get preoccupied (soon it’s not just B that’s always late to events)

While their friends are occupied in another room, A and B intertwine their bodies and try to stay quiet—key word here is TRY

“I bet A would really like [insert kink here]…” “Nah, they’re not really into that.” “How the fuck do you know that?”

All their friends take the BDSM test as a joke and A and B secretly take notes on what the other person likes/dislikes to make the benefits side better

If given the choice, A will always pick the seat next to B so they can tease them under the table

During a passionate session, A accidentally draws blood while gripping B’s back (A apologizes over and over while tending to B, who just has a shit-eating grin the whole time)

Whenever B cracks yet another terrible joke, A has to refrain from kissing it off their face

A and B take a break from the benefits whenever one of them wants to pursue someone else (your characters can have healthy boundaries and communication!!! I am BEGGING y’all to write characters that actually communicate with each other)

[umemiyan]

𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙉 𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙅𝙊𝘽.

𝗠𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢 𝗫 𝗙!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗫 𝗧𝗢𝗝𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / incest, stepcest (not specified for reader's role) / threesome / unprotected piv / reader with female anatomy and pronouns / toji calls reader ‘mama’ once / 1.6k words.

so. this was supposed to be a brief thought but i have once again gone overboard. i blame @kentohours for her glorious ability to spark my brain with her ask (and all the other lovely people in my inbox giving me inspiration today).

You’re sitting on your knees on the bed, face to face with Megumi while you're both stripped down to nothing but underwear, and there's a lump in his throat. You place a hand on his thigh when you lean in to kiss him, and it takes him a moment to rest a nervous, shaking hand of his own just above your knee. The kiss is tentative and has his heart racing a mile a minute, but he can smell the familiar scent of your shampoo and it puts him at just the slightest bit of ease.

Megumi almost forgets that Toji's standing off to the side with crossed arms and a look of scrutiny in his eyes, seemingly unimpressed thus far with the juvenile nature of the kiss—evenly-paced, chaste lip locking that slowly but surely has Megumi's cock hardening in his briefs. His hand moves just an inch further up your leg and squeezes to ground himself, while his father looks on with growing impatience.

Toji's streak of jealousy colors his voice with a harsh tone, his words covering up the fact that he'd prefer to be the one touching you right now. "Feel her up. She's not made of fuckin' paper."

Megumi's brow furrows as his tongue sweeps across your bottom lip, and as much as he'd like to disobey his father out of pure spite, his need to explore you overrides everything else. He shuffles closer to you, moving his hand up to your waist and then just below your breast, feeling the swell of it graze over his fingers as you breathe.

You separate yourself from Megumi's lips and say a little breathlessly, "Toji, stop. It's his first time."

A brief wave of embarrassment washes over Megumi at the sound of your voice, but then you smile and give his thigh a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing a great job, baby."

That encouragement urges Megumi to reconnect your lips and swipe a thumb over your hardened nipple, feeling you sigh into the kiss at the careful touch. Toji huffs but silently takes note of how you respond to his son's brand of tenderness.

After what feels like eons of timid groping and testing the waters, Megumi finally has you underneath him, virgin cock leaking against your already dripping slit as he prepares to take the final step. He softly ruts between your folds with sweat on his brow, catching your clit with his tip and taking in shaky, focused breaths as he studies the familiar beauty of your face. his adoration for you consumes him, and he forgets that he’s being watched.

Toji reminds him.

"Jesus fuck, son—grow a pair and give it to her already," he berates, egging the younger man on with sharp words.

Megumi growls and resists the urge to slam into you, instead opting for a gentle push through your entrance until he's hilted and completely surrounded by your warmth. Once his arms stop trembling and he's almost certain he won't cum at the slightest movement, Megumi sets a pace with his hips and revels in the pleasure your heat provides.

Meanwhile, Toji sits back and leisurely strokes himself to the sight of you being stretched open by his own flesh and blood. He nearly takes pride in it, but it only tides him over for a while, because even though the sound of your sweet moans and praises are endearing, it’s been far too long for you to not have had an orgasm by now. Never mind that his son has no experience—Toji wants to see your toes curling, and he’ll be damned if Megumi doesn’t learn how to do it properly.

He's provided little instruction thus far, keen on appraising Megumi’s natural talents, but he anticipates having to intervene soon.

Toji moves to loom over the two of you and uses a large hand to take a fistful of Megumi’s hair, pulling the younger man’s head back to look up at him. "You gonna make her cum or what?” he says with a challenging look on his face. “Gonna give her what she needs, or do I have to step in and take care of my woman?"

“Toji—” you attempt to interject but are cut off—

“Shut up,” Megumi snarls, hips stuttering and face flushed from the exertion and humiliation of it all. 

Toji laughs at his son’s heated reaction and uses his strength to rip the boy away from you in an instant, flinging him off to the side before he can even try to fight back. Megumi’s blood boils as his spine hits the mattress in the space next to you and Toji’s taking his previous place with finesse, slipping your legs over his shoulders and putting you in a mating press with nothing less than practiced ease.

Megumi knows better than to take the risk of protesting, especially when Toji buries himself in you with one swift stroke, looks over at his son and says, “Start taking notes.”

Everything is a blur for you after that. Toji’s cock works you as well as it always does, splitting you open and sending pleasure down to the very tips of your toes. You’re unable to glance over and see how Megumi’s length twitches against the dark patch of hair on his belly at the sight of your sticky cunt being used, but Toji can see it—he makes a point to turn his head and flash a cocky smirk at his son as he rails into you.

Megumi fights the urge to touch himself while your arousal still glistens on his shaft, and although he resents Toji for stealing you from him, he can’t deny that watching you receive such pleasure is an incredible delicacy. It may be in a much harsher way than he himself had ever imagined being able to enact, but he is indeed taking pointers from Toji’s efficiency at making your eyes roll back.

After a couple of orgasms wrack your system, your husband finally presses his pubes to your clit and floods you with his seed as deeply as he can manage. Toji pulls out with a satisfied groan once he’s finished and moves to leave you wide open again, casually gesturing for Megumi to assume his position and top you off after the demonstration.

“Pop quiz. Were you paying attention?”

Megumi wants to snap and toss out harsh words, but he’s too desperate to be buried within you again to the point where he says nothing, opting for ignoring the way his father’s cum gushes out of you and pushing his own cock back inside to shove it even deeper. He immediately sets a pace and uses his indignation to drive him forward and please you, but not in the same way that Toji had—no, he’ll lick your neck and work your favorite spots in his own way, coaxing the pleasure from you with reverence and hailing you for letting him.

Toji’s admittedly a little shocked by how Megumi’s technique has already improved, albeit being quite different from his own. The younger man is still pulling those same pleased moans from your lips as he strokes your insides with filthy wet sounds, but it somehow doesn’t detract from the air of devotion that lingers between the two of you. Megumi even kneads your breast and does his best to roll your clit beneath his thumb a few times—anything to try and bring you the same ecstasy his father had.

“I wanna make you cum,” Megumi softly proclaims with a desperate voice in your ear. He needs it just as badly as you do.

“Fuck—you’ve got it. Just keep doing it like that, baby,” you reply, feeling the heat in your core build with each passing second. Megumi continues his rhythm without faltering, lest he ruin this opportunity to please you, and the nudging of his pelvis against your clit with each deep stroke has your head beginning to spin.

“Yeah, yeah… such a good job, pretty boy,” you praise him with breathless, hurried words, and the two of you are completely wrapped up in one another. Toji would be jealous if his cock weren’t already almost twitching back to life.

You’re nearly at the edge but Megumi is at his breaking point, balls tightening and promptly shooting his load out as you begin to constrict around him with need. However, he doesn’t stop his movements, pushing himself to keep fucking you despite the overwhelming desire to freeze as the pleasure takes hold of him. Thankfully, it doesn’t take much longer for you to topple over as well, milking him with the flutters of your used cunt and gifting him with the pride of having been able to please you.

Megumi takes refuge against your neck, huffing and panting as both your bodies recover from their respective highs. You’re overflowing with the seed of both father and son, the mixture trickling from your hole and onto the bed sheets before Megumi can even pull out and lay next to you. Once he does, however, Toji approaches again and captures your lips in a celebratory kiss.

“Well done, mama.” he grins and traces along your sloppy folds with a curious hand, causing your breath to hitch and body to jolt at the overstimulation. Toji then slides two fingers up your cunt and covers them with the mixture of everyone's cum before promptly removing them with a squelch. “Think we’ve got him off to the right start.”

Toji looks down at his exhausted son, filled with both pride and competitiveness at the results of this excursion, but he knows there’s so much more to be learned. 

He provides no warning before shoving his two digits into Megumi's mouth with a wicked grin, forcing him to taste the combination of the family’s pleasure on his tongue. And there's more where that came from.

"Ready to learn how to eat pussy?"

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Can you do a set of headcanons of Dallas with a perfectionist reader? Like someone who stresses out before a test or beats themself up when they get a bad grade (and it's not even a bad grade, it's just slightly lower then they thought they'd get.)

A/N: Oh I liked this one. I liked it a lot- thanks for the request! Sorry it took so long!

I wrote this during my anatomy class instead of paying attention, so yeah! Hope this turns out well, I hope you guys like it-

I’m gonna do general headcanons for this one?

I’ll definitely include the scenario you gave me, but I think I’ll have more talk about this way-

In general, Dally really couldn’t give less of a crap about going to school and he honestly thinks you’re kind of a weirdo for stressing out so much about the grades you’re bringing home

He just doesn’t see the point to it, ya know? Like he’s basically a dropout, I bet you he never really goes to school anymore, so he really just can’t wrap his head around why it gets you so dialed up

He’s very unhelpful when it comes to your studies

That’s all.

He’s just unhelpful.

When you’re studying? He’ll purposely shuffle up your papers, steal your pencils, mix up your stuff and just generally be a little nuisance

He does it cause he gets bored when you’re not paying attention to him so ya know, good luck getting yourself out of that mess with him, that behavior really isn’t going anywhere anytime soon

Dal’s absolutely astounded by your grades though- all those 100s and high 90s?

That’s miles ahead of what he was getting when he was still in school and it seems like you do it so easily, just like getting good grades is in your nature

Which, ya know, circles back to kick you in the butt because the minute you bring home something in the low 90s, high 80s range, your world is absolutely wrecked and Dallas doesn’t understand at all

When you start to go bonkahs though, and run yourself into the ground just because you got one question wrong, that’s where Dally kind of steps in and really calls you out on it

He’s going to say that you’re being ridiculous and he means it, he genuinely thinks that you’re being ridiculous because why does one missed question mean so much anyway??

You guys have a big argument of course, because the one thing you should never do is tell a perfectionist that they don’t have to be perfect

So you guys fight and you sulk off to your respective places before comes back, not to properly apologize, but to take you out to the diner or drive-in or something as a faux apology

He still thinks you get a little bit ridiculous about your grades, but now he’s smart enough not to run his mouth off about it, he does get mad though if you refuse a date because you have to study, Dal, I’m sorry

Insert Mr. Winston saying whatever, if you’re studying at home, I’m just gonna sneak in your window and claim that it’s a study date

Let’s just say…studying can get very…hands on…when Dally decides he’s going to crash your lesson cramming sessions 

Don’t think too hard about the phrase cramming sessions because I am NOT getting in trouble for that one but ya know….heh-

ANYWAY

Dal calls you a nerd, a bookworm, a dork, a geek, but mah boy will not hesitate to throw down if someone else calls you those things

Dallas, admittedly a little bit of a bully, does not like it when other people try and mess with you, so boy’s got you covered

I can definitely see him trying to get you to skip school, especially if he’s fresh out of the cooler or reform or something and honestly? He just wants to spend time with you, and it hurts his feelings a little when you’d rather go to school

It’s all about that perfect attendance, okay? All about that attendance record-

But maybe your last period never takes attendance anyway and maybe Dallas just so happens to be waiting outside and you just maybe get your best friend to cover for you so you can skip one class to go out with him <3

Overall?

I can see this dynamic working, at least for a little while-

Despite the fights that are bound to occur, Dallas does enjoy you being a genius and he’ll brag about you to the gang, telling Darry he needs to start hanging your report cards up on that old fridge

Dallas does his best to keep you from driving yourself to burnout and I’ve got this mental scene of you trying to teach him something you’re working on and he just kind of cuts you off in the middle of talking to give you a kiss because he hasn’t been listening to you for the past five minutes but his eyes have been locked on your lips and he’s pretty sure that he doesn’t know the answer but he knows he wants to kiss you real bad-

[harunayuuka2060]

Satan: *observing MC*

MC: *studying the book they've brought when they were dragged by Satan*

Satan: Are you a bookworm?

MC: Yeah.

Satan: ...

Satan: How are you feeling? Any shortness of breathe?

MC: A little bit stuffy, yeah.

Satan: Ah. You need Devil's energy.

MC: Devil's energy? What's that? Energy drink of hell?

Satan: *laughs* Something like that, yes. You're going to die without it.

MC: Nah. I'm good. I tried fasting for a week and I'm still alive. *flips to the other page*

Satan: Hm. Are you a virgin?

MC: Yes. Why?

Satan: Have you never been curious on what it's like to have sex?

MC: That's a weird question. But no.

Satan: You're lying. *chuckles*

Satan: Before we came here, I saw your collection of obscene materials. Don't try to deny those.

MC: Ah, those? We were required to watch them.

Satan: Huh? *sits down next to them* *seemingly interested*

Satan: Required?

MC: Yes. It's a test whether you're interested on committing it or not.

Satan: Uh-huh. And if you do?

MC: Then they will advise you to leave. Instead of pretending to be holy.

Satan: And those videos didn't convince you to do the deed? *smirking*

MC: No. Though, it did open my curiousness on something.

Satan: And that is?

MC: Human anatomy.

Satan: ...

Satan: Pft— HAHAHAHAHA!

MC: What?

Satan: Would you like to describe that in detail?

MC: Er... No, I don't think I'm good at describing. I lack vocabulary when it comes to things like that.

Satan: You're really interesting, descendant of Solomon.

MC: ...

MC: This is an art studio, isn't it?

Sitri: Yes. I've overheard your conversation with His Majesty Satan.

Sitri: I'm willing to be your test subject, Solomon.

MC: ...

MC: No, thank you.

Sitri: *his eyes widened* *then his expression becomes sad*

Sitri: Do you not find me beautiful?

MC: ...

MC: You know your handsome. But you're trying to make me a scientist, which I'm not.

MC: And stop calling me Solomon. I have my own name. *frowning at him a little*

[dreamofjoys]

𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘

— summary: malleus studies your body during one of your daily gargoyle research activity

in which a normal discussion about the body anatomies of gargoyles has led to malleus making out with you

— cw: public sex, cloth sex, grinding, vaginal penetration, fingering, reader is described to have big ass (?),

— a/n: making out in school with malleus is so mwah

"look at this fascinating gargoyle, malleus! it's magnificent claws are crafted in such great details. i bet it feels like real touching it!"

malleus hums in agreement as you continue babbling on about the raven gargoyle's body anatomy. from it's beak, to the wings and body. he was impressed that you could remember everything that he has been telling you. if anything, it just proves that you were listening and paying attention to him.

"it's sturdy body looks so soft to touch." you gazed at the picture of the gargoyle fondly, not noticing that malleus was already standing behind you. his tall frame towers over you with ease, hands grabbing your waist to pull you flush against his body.

you blushed when you felt something hard poking at your ass. turning your head up, you noticed that malleus was staring at you with an unusual gaze. his half lidded eyes staring right at your soul, as if he wants to devour you whole.

"child of man, i was thinking if we should try exploring human anatomy today instead of gargoyles?" malleus nuzzles his head into your neck, his grip on your waist tightened as your face turn into a deeper shade of red upon realising what he meant.

you were having romantic feelings towards malleus for awhile now. you weren’t sure if he feels the same way, but maybe he does? seeing as to how he only invited you to his club activities, walking you home every night and inviting you to diasomnia. there was even once he let you touch his horns - much to everyone’s surprise and sebek’s horror - you thought that it was a test to see if you dare to. instead, malleus leans his head on your shoulder as you trail your fingers on his horns. a sound akin to a growl emitted from him as he buries himself into you. surely, those were the signs that he at least felt something towards you, right?

“malleus, do you like me?” a deep chuckle erupts from malleus, hot breath fanning over your neck. “did it take you that long to figure this out?”

long slender fingers trail down from your waist to your inner thighs, lightly pinching at your soft skin as you press your knees together, trapping his hand between your thighs. “i like you too, malleus.” you confessed, finally letting go of this heavy burden in your heart. malleus smiles, elated that his feelings were returned. placing open kisses on your neck, your squeezed your legs tighter, trying to stop the smell of arousal in your core from spreading. but malleus is no human, he is a descendent of a dark fae, blessed with enormous magic, physical physique and heightened senses. he could smell your arousal before you even knew it was coming.

“shall we do it, my love?” he asked you one final time, the hand that was resting on your inner thigh inches closer to your blossom, thumb stroking up and down in a slow rhythmic movement.

"su-sure." you stuttered, suddenly feeling all shy and embarrassed under malleus's intensive gaze. within a second, a pair of warm lip envelop yours, eagerly kissing and sucking on your lips while his hand that was ghosting over your core finally pushed your panties aside, inserting a finger into your cherry as you moaned at the sudden intrustion.

"open your legs for me, dear." malleus broke the kiss, staring at your plump lips that were covered in his saliva before resuming to his previous activity, except for this time, his free hand pinches on your breast, taking advantage of the small little gasp that you made as he shoves his tongue into your mouth, eager to explore and taste you.

you spread your legs for him like an obedient lamb, allowing malleus to add in another finger and scissor your insides as wide as he can.

"hnng- mal, ah, mo-more-" you tried opening your legs more, hands shooting down to hold onto malleus's thighs as you buck your hips up, grinding onto his fingers like a desperate man. malleus groans when your ass touches onto his cloth cock which was already threatening to burst out of his pants. his free hand cups and fondles with one of your breast, inserting another finger in as your delighted moans and wet sound of your pussy echoes throughout the room.

soon, you came all over on his hand, staining his hand and pants with your essence. you wanted to close your legs and prevent any more mess, but the hand that has been fondling on your breast has landed on your thighs, making sure to keep your legs apart, exposing your pussy on full view (that has became malleus's favourite view). malleus brings up his hand to his lips, licking your essence off as he smirks at your tomato face.

"you taste lovely, i wouldn't mind having you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. also, you might wanna close your mouth. or else, i might put something else in there."

"malleus!" you punched his shoulder weakly, which the dark fae only chuckles in response. he wraps his arms around your waist, leaning in to kiss your temple as he whispers into your ear.

"come on, we are not done right? we haven't get to the best part yet."

that's when you noticed something big and hard poking at your ass. when the look of realization dawned upon your face, you quickly stood up, apologising profusely for neglecting his needs.

it's not your fault that he was really good at fingering you.

"come help me take it out, will you?" malleus gestures to his hardened tent, making you gulp nervously as you unzip his pants slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt him, but also also unsure if you are suppose to just strip down a fae prince who could strike lightning at you anytime.

the sight in front of you was something you were not prepared for. his member was hard and thick. the prominent veins that were bulging out and adorning on his member only highlights how thick he is. the tip of his mushroom head was in the shade of an angry red as beads of pre cum leaks down to his balls. speaking of his balls, both of it were full and heavy, looking as if it is about to burst any open any moment.

sensing your nervousness, malleus holds your hand and pat on his lap. "it's okay, we will try to make it fit. come and sit down on me, you are the only person that i will permit to do so."

thinking that it was now or never, or rather a rare chance to get dicked down by a rich prince who just so happen to be your lover, you placed both of your legs on either side of his while facing him, adjusting your panties to the side again so that you would be nice and fully expose. you place your hands on his shoulders, steadying and slowly lowering yourself to his dick as malleus grips onto your waist, supporting you.

when the tip of his dick finally enters you, malleus has to resist the urge to buck his hips up and slam the rest of himself into you. didn't he stretch you out just now? why are you still so tight? your pussy was squeezing him so tight, he felt like he could just stay like this forever and not do anything.

"s' big, mal, i don't know if i can-" malleus doesn't answer, instead, he loses control and pulls you down, slamming the rest of his length into you as you yelped loudly. wrapping your arms around his neck, you rest your head on your chest as you tried to calm your heart beat. the sudden stretch was painful, but it soon turn into the desire of wanting more, wanting to feel full and embrace malleus's dick.

and then, you started bouncing on his dick, moaning like a mess as you uses his dick to pleasure the both of you. malleus groans, feeling slightly out of breath as he throws his head back, head feeling slightly cloudy as he let the thought of him making out with his lover is no longer a dream, but a reality. and the best part of it? it felt so good, he didn't want to stop.

"love, hold onto me tightly." malleus instructs you, not giving you any time to respond before roughly thrusting into you at an insane speed. you could only cry as he repeatedly abuse your weak spot, making sure to overstimulate you, turning your brain mushy. he flips up your skirt, staring at the part where his dick disappears into you before reappearing again, except it turns him on even more when more of you fluids coat onto his dick - a dirty reminder to him that he was the one turning you this way.

"fuck." malleus cursed, feeling a tight knot forming in his stomach, a sign that he was about to cum. judging from the way your pussy grip onto him like a vice and desperately fluttering around it, he knows that you are close too. with a few deep final thrust, malleus pulls out, allowing his cum to squirt out into the sexual atmosphere as you orgasmed hard, fluids splashing all over his pants and dick. he rubs your back affectionately, allowing you to calm down from your high as you finally withdraw from his neck to look down at the mess that the both of you made.

his dick was still pulsing and pumping out cum as a hand reaches up to caress your cheek. you look up to see malleus's flushed face, a lazy grin adorning his face.

"it was a good study session. next time, i will cum inside you just to see the changes in your body when bearing my offspring."

[andhumanslovedstories]

Hi Sarah (or Sara? I remember you discussing the h but don't remember which way it's spelled). I hope you're doing well on your break and enjoying September. I have a question - how much schooling did you have to do to become a nurse? I'm considering becoming an elementary school teacher in Norway, which would require me to go back to school for 5 (additional) years. Seems like a long fucking time and i didnt do great the first run tbh. It would be free though. Investment in the future seems like it could pay off, so i guess im looking for inspiration from other ppl who have perhaps made a similar plunge

Hi, anon! I wish I could give you some straight up inspo. Instead, I navel-gazed for a while. Schooling-wise, I already had a (completely unrelated) bachelor's degree so I was able to do an accelerated nursing program after two semesters of community college doing the prereqs. I did struggle in nursing school. College has always been brutal on my mental health and nursing is a hard pivot from my original degree (double major history and english w a concentration in creative writing) (you cannot imagine how many books I read and essays I wrote). It took a little over two years in total.

You don't have to don't have to worry about student debt which is so so wonderful. I didn't have to either, and that's let me be way more adventurous with my life choices. The cost of your education would just ("just") be your time, energy, and the potential money that you could earn by focusing on work instead. I had to stick around in my hometown instead of going traveling with Cyrus. I worked a lot fewer hours than I would if I'd not been in school. I had to miss the live airing of the Jesus Christ Superstar on NBC in order to study for an anatomy test which was genuinely so distressing to me. 2018 was a hell of a year for me. (I aced that test btw. It was such an improvement over my previous test my teacher emailed me a congratulations note with twelve exclamation points.)

All of this while people were constantly talking about how shitty it is to be a nurse and how so many of them leave the field within six months. (Similar to teaching in that way, at least in America.) I was doing work I didn't enjoy for a job I might not stick with. There were a lot of times I resented nursing school for interfering with my life.

I'm still very glad I did it. My degree gave me a lot. On the very practical side, my degree has given me more financial freedom and a much higher earning potential. On the idealistic level, my degree has enabled me to do work that I find meaningful. The work touches a lot of things that I find interesting. My nursing degree has benefited my life, regardless of if I stay in nursing for the rest of my career or move on to something new. I didn't like getting my degree, but I don't regret that I got it.

Maybe it'll go way easier for you, maybe it won't be worth it. When I thought about becoming a nurse, it felt like my life plan clicked into place because it ticked every single need I had for a job. I didn't know if it would work out, but the rewards outweighed the risks. More than that, it was the first plan I had for my future that made me excited. I liked the life I pictured if I was a nurse. I've found that excitement to be rare and precious. If teaching gives you that, I'd strongly consider pursuing it.

Besides, you can always use my last-line defense against school despair: being like "fuck it I'm gonna drop out after this semester" and then keep not doing that. You can bail on stuff! It's rad.

[thesamoanqueen]

Anatomy of an affair

Warnings: age-gap (but we keep it legal), cheating.

A/N: I was talking to @alyyaanna and the anatomy professor's idea took control, I couldn't resist, so this one for her. It will have a sequel, this is just part 1.

They say the secret of a good relationship is friendship, I had scientifically proven that this wasn't the case being a test subject all my life. Tobert and I had grown up in the same neighborhood in Pendleton South Carolina, two nearby houses, our families loved each other, we went to school together, hung out with the same group of friends, we even broke our arms together – it was his fault –. For everyone we were two soul mates linked, it was inevitable in some way. We had done everything together our whole lives, the most mundane things and the first shameful experiences. Our relationship on paper was destined for success, absolute, overwhelming, our faces under the heading "goal couple", at least until I decided to study medicine in Boston and he stayed in our hometown. Our paths had separated for just three months before he had a bad accident at his uncle's construction company, he had begged me, it had been a tough decision, but I had agreed to come back to support him. But now that I had finally taken control of my life, in my second actual year of studies, Tobert was boycotting everything again.

For the entire previous year I had thought he was trying to distract himself from the void I had left in his life, filling it with trips and nights with co-workers and friends, but looking back I had been kidding myself. Our parents called every day to find out when we were getting married and if I would be home soon, but from him? Oh, well, a few calls, always short, couple of messages, often stupid ones, and a facetime on weekend for some creepy phone sex. He didn't come to visit me, he didn't organize anything when I returned home, for my last birthday he sent me a package with a sweater I suspected he hadn't chosen. And now, after months of tolerating it, I saw him in an IG story with a chick’s ass in his face.

- "Good Lord man!"

- "Sav have you seen? Sav?"

What I could see was that he was even enjoying it! He had the same stupid face of an old man who can't read the newspaper, the one has been in my face since we were fifteen, ending our moments like commercials on TV in his father's garage.

- "What’s with that face? Sav is it everything okay?"

- "Savannah…"

I had felt guilty for wanting to start again and leaving him behind, I was working hard to finish and return home, I had always pushed away the instinct that told me I deserved more and instead he was living his best life without worrying about hiding it. His behaviour was not somekind of abandonment syndrome, it was just one of his bullshit and evidences were everywhere. I was a freking clown, our relationship was a joke I had wanted to believe alone because after so many years it seemed impossible to think of anyone else to me, when he was simply used to having me there at his disposal and now he thought was free. I had wasted my life and almost burned my future…

Realization hit me in the cafeteria, my colleagues staring at me like at some psycopath and rightly so, because when the next story popped up on the screen, I snapped.

- "That asshole!" – my scream echoed throughout the entire hall, overcoming the chatter that always filled it.

The sudden silence that followed and the hand one of my friends smashed against my arm brought me back suddenly, but by then it was late. I had just made the scene I would probably always be remembered for. Standing with my latte dripping onto the couch and music now playing in the background like a bad theme for my drama, I saw dozens of eyes staring at me.

- "... Sav what’s you problem?! We got company... get your ass over here!" – my roommate whispered in a panic, nodding towards the two men who had been about to leave.

In slow motion I saw them both looking at me and to humiliation was added absolute terror when without thinking I raised my hand to wave an embarrassed greeting, restarting Tobert's story. Oh, they would definitely remember me for that scene.

There wasn't a person on the entire campus who didn't know about my performance and the worst thing certainly wasn't the rumors but rather pity looks, plus the extra tasks I had agreed to do to clean up my reputation and keep myself busy. I hadn't received any formal warning, not even a comment, but I didn't want to risk ruining my career after having already dropped out in the past. The idea of losing the opportunity of a lifetime to someone who had already gotten more than he deserved from me drove me crazy.

Tobert hadn't commented, probably his two brain cells hadn't yet met to discuss what to do or they didn't think it was serious, but I had clear ideas and I had chosen to run the circus, patiently planning the day I would have kicked him with my degree.

So armed with good will and courage I marched across campus with my head held high, ready to face my demons and regain total control. It was almost time for the anatomy course to start and I planned to pass with top marks, but to do so I also had to make sure that the new professor didn't just remember me for screaming that day in front of him and his predecessor. My friends talked about him constantly, but I didn't have time for gossip, I had to seem like the right person to invest in for the future of medicine. When I arrived in front of his studio, however, my intention seemed less simple than expected. The entire aisle had been assaulted by a crowd of students, mostly girls. If I had suffered from amnesia, I would have thought I was at a concert or among a nymphomaniacs cult. We weren't in California, those outfits were definitely out of season as well as indecent, what’s was wrong with all of them?

- "Do you think he will receive today?"

- "Ah, I hope so! I want to see him so bad!"

Forced to wait like everyone else, I caught up with the gossip I had refused to hear from my friends, discovering the new professor was not only charming, but also young and free, which explained the cult. I also sadly discovered firsthand he hated receiving students and from what I saw he didn't even respect the time when he should have been forced to do so. Sitting in my chair, I waited twice as long before seeing the other students go away resignedly with their tiny blouses and too short skirts, deciding to spending my time finishing the chemistry project I had to hand in the following week. With my head down and fixed not to give up, I continued typing on my keyboard until two voices distracted me.

- "You can't take care of it alone, it's not necessary and you shouldn't at all" – I knew Mr. Heyman, he was an authority everywhere thanks to his investments and was often in the area because of his daughter, as well as a good friend of the rector.

The other man with him, I had only seen him on the day of my drama and I must not have seen him well due to the shock, because if I had I would not have given dirty looks to all the girls who had waited for him with me. Was he really a professor? Since when were professors like that?! You couldn't be like that, it was disorienting, didn’t help to the teaching process.

- "I should find someone but I don't have time to waste, Paul" – he complained and his voice sent a shiver through my body as I watched them reach the door in front of me.

- "I could ask, I have some friends, I'm sure there will be many smart guys who would be honored to do it, extra credits or not."

- "I will do it."

I said without thinking, lost in thoughts I shouldn't have been having, and they both turned to look at me, just as confused and surprised by the interruption as I was.

I had planned to introduce myself, ask a few questions, apologize for the bad first impression and now I had just made another one, listening to conversations that didn't concern me, without even saying hello, volunteering for who knows what next. Perfect.

Once the confusion was over, Mr. Heyman looked at me with interest, almost analyzing me, and I quickly tried to put myself together, putting everything away to get up.

- "And you are?" – He asked, his hands hidden in the pockets of his elegant suit.

- "Savannah Naïs Simon. Among the best in my class" – I introduced myself without hesitation and once again mentally scolded myself.

Now I even praised myself?! I usually handled the pressure well, for that kind of career it was indispensable, after all, but all of a sudden I was making one misstep after another and I couldn't afford it, not now. Tobert wasn't there to screw things, I had no excuses, it was my time, it was up to me. Head held high, nerves strong, that's what I needed.

- "Among the best doesn't mean the best" – Mr. Heyman cut me off, shaking his head – "and we have to check it too. I'll make a call."

Struck dumb, I quickly tried to think of something, anything, to make my case. The other professors would have confirmed, but what would I look like standing there waiting for their help?

- "It's no use" – however, Professor Reigns, who had watched until that moment, stopped us both.

His voice really played tricks on my body, but when my eyes met his it was even worse. His expression conveyed nothing, I couldn't imagine what he was thinking, but he exuded authority and there was something magnetic about him, the kind of man capable of changing the atmosphere with just his presence.

- "Are you sure?" – he heard Mr. Heyman ask him, finally stopping looking at me.

- "I’ll take her" – he established, checking me for a brief moment and I held my breath without even realizing it.

He will… take me? for doing what? And was it positive or…

- "We start tomorrow morning" – he said, addressing me directly.

- "I will be on time" – I promised, even if he had already turned his back to me to open the door, Mr. Heyman following him without paying any more attention to me.

- "No phone Miss Simon" – he advised from afar, just before I was left completely alone in the aisle and I distinctly felt the weight of the entire campus falling on me.

I had risked making another scene, I had volunteered for something I didn't even know what it was, I would have had to move lessons to keep my word and I would have thrown away even the amount of time I had left to sleep. And once again that wasn't the worst, but the fact he remembered and had already targeted me before I could even apologize.

What awaited me was a role as an assistant for the entire duration of the course, but I only found out the following day, after spending the whole night awake. I wouldn't have much time to do anything else, it was clear from the first moment, but I had no intention of backing out after having volunteered. It wasn't just a way to make up for my bad impression, it was an opportunity for which anyone else would have gladly given an organ, I myself would have done so - who needed two kidneys? One was enough - and that would certainly help my career, I was lucky. Professor Reigns was a successful doctor, he had changed the landscape of pathological anatomy with his works and his presence was an honor for the university. Admissions to his course were closed after just one day and the program specified that a selection would still be made by him personally. Assisting him and observing how he worked could have given me a great advantage in the selection phase and that was what I was aiming for. Memorizing had always been my thing, but anatomy was much more than listing body parts.

However, reality once again did not correspond to my expectations and in the following three days, I felt more like a secretary than an assistant, with alla those emails and calls. He always arrived early and most of the time I found him sitting at his desk, looking at personal documents and boxes full of medical records. He worked with his head down for hours, often without speaking or taking a break, which wasn't good for my ambition, but at least it helped me not to get distracted because the rare times I saw him looking at me were a test of mental resistance.

His presence demanded attention, his imposing body promised what it shouldn't with the most banal gestures like a pen between his fingers. Calling him a good-looking man would have been an insult, the world was full of handsome and insignificant men, but he had something vaguely frightening, something I had never tasted before and it awakened an almost primordial impulse in me.

The sound of someone knocking on the door brought me out of my thoughts and I quickly straightened up, hoping nothing in me would give me away. I couldn't think about certain things, I wasn't there to daydream about affairs, not when my future was in play and my lifelong boyfriend had cheated on me. A student I had seen a couple of times appeared in the doorway, wearing a lab coat, a deep neckline underneath. Her blue eyes scanned the room where I was in search of what interested her and which was instead sitting in the near room.

- "I know it's not reception hour, but is the professor over there? I would like to talk to him in private about some things" – she said without even trying too hard to simulate and I batted my eyelashes at her, fascinated and annoyed at her courage before stopping her.

- "Unfortunately he is busy. If it’s important you can ask via email or otherwise wait for the course to start. Lessons start tomorrow morning, the time and place are already confirmed" – I anticipated, getting a reproachful look.

- "I need to see him now."

Oh, I could imagine it and I would have complimented the clever attempt to show up when no one was waiting if she hadn't been trying to call me dumb.

- "Can I help you now?" – I proposed without getting too upset and she seemed on the verge of losing her patience.

- "Can I have an appointment?"

- "Sure, I'll put you on the list."

I didn't see her expression, she was probably furious, but she didn't give me time, huffing her disappointment out of the studio, leaving me with the agenda in my hand. I closed it with a heavy breath, putting it back in my bag, where I had been advised to keep it so that it was always with me and never unattended. When I raised my head I almost had a heart attack, discovering Professor Reigns intent on staring at me from his desk, hands crossed, his expression curious.

- "I'm busy?" – he inquired and his low, rough voice made my neck tingle.

I hadn't told a lie, he was busy. He worked on those medical records all day, there was always some document on which he kept his eyes glued. Why was he staring at me like that? Maybe I shouldn't have spoken before asking yes, but my intentions weren't bad, I was trying to be helpful.

- "With the material for the research project and the visit to the rector this afternoon, plus I don't think she really had any questions" – I explained, clenching my fists praying that I could use them against myself because it would have been much better.

I spoke without being involved, I made decisions independently, now I also commented and implied. The unkind thoughts I'd had about Tobert were backfiring on me, bad karma.

- "Is that so?" – Professor Reigns asked curiously, leaning back in his chair and knowing for a fact it was better keep my mouth closed, I nodded, returning to look at my laptop in silence hoping to not have to explain anything else.

I couldn't talk about those things with a professor, someone who could have mentored me, it didn't matter if there wasn't that much of an age gap between us and we ended up on the topic. It was an off limits talk and I tried to focus on the topics outline he would analyze the following day during the first lesson, it had to be detailed and precise, but I couldn't even read what I had summarized until five minutes before.

- "Savannah right?" – I heard my name being called and even more shocked, I watched him finally get up from his desk to join me – "you want to be a cardiologist"

- "How... who"- I spluttered in surprise and putting hands in his pockets, he smiled at me amused.

A smile that would have knocked anyone out, perfect and soft, so incredibly unexpected on an authority figure like him. For three days he had paid almost no attention to me, only addressing me as necessary as Miss. Simon and I had never hoped for more than that, because of our first meeting and his role. Plus not many people knew my goal, after giving up and coming back was something I had learned to keep to myself.

- "Paul is a friend of mine and the rector's. He has his people. He was doubtful at first, but he thought better of it after a few calls and was right as always. You're doing a good job" – he replied, clarifying the doubts I wasn't even able to express and I felt my stomach tighten with emotion.

I knew I shouldn't expect recognition, not in such a competitive environment and when I was a nobody, but it was nice to know my effort was being noticed. Noticed moreover by people of that level. It was a rush of positive energy I really needed to give value to my sacrifices and know investing in myself was the right thing. Tobert and this sort of incestuous relationship we'd had had tried to screw everything, but I was still in the running.

- "I do my best, it's an honor" – I said enthusiastically, matching the smile he had given me, but he raised a hand to stop me, swinging his head.

- "Let's leave this out, I need support and an objective opinion at every lesson. I'm not a real professor, I'm a doctor, but it's an opportunity and everyone has something to pass on. Do you think you can do it, without distractions?" – He asked, throwing another dig at me, but this time I quickly got over it, nodding immediately.

At that point I would have done anything he asked me, I couldn't refuse him anything. It had been three days as a secretary, ignored and perpetually under pressure, but I had passed the test, I had earned his trust. He really wanted me to become his assistant now, he asked for my opinion even though we weren't equals in that field. Screw karma, I had already won in life at that point!

- "I can give my word Sir" – I promised and once again that smile appeared on his perfect face.

- "Good girl" – he approved, before leaving me again.

Those two words rang in my ears right inside my head, as dangerous as a spell and I had the impression of feeling my blood warm, while my body suddenly came alive and melted at the idea of having deserved that pet name. Subconsciously, I scratched my notebook, legs clenched under the desk as I watched the profile of his massive back. We had had an important moment and there I was holding my breath for something that Tobert had never in a lifetime been able to give me, after two words said without any intention.

I saw Mr. Reigns sit back down, rolling his shoulders with ease as he resumed whatever had occupied him before our chat. His eyes searched me one last time and a part of me that shouldn't have throbbed around nothing, making me lower my head to the lesson plan.

I was imagining it, it was in my head and it had to disappear as soon as possible.

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[xomakara]

Private Lesson

SUMMARY | You’re tutoring Yuta in Math but he wants a biology/anatomy lesson instead that leads to sexy time PAIRINGS | Yuta/Fem!Reader GENRE | smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, dirty talk RATING | Mature LENGTH | 2,788 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | It took awhile but here’s a new one for you all. I hope it turned out okay!

"You're doing it wrong, Yuta." You muttered to the man, your chest pressed against his back. You were definitely getting tired of tutoring other trainees and rookies in their studies when you had yourself to worry about.

Especially when you had to tutor your idol boyfriend.

"Well show me the right way, Y/N." Yuta replied back, lifting his head to look at the sultry female hovering above him. He couldn't help but look at the amount of cleavage that was pressed against his back, liking the view very much.

"Really?" You whispered as you worked your hand to lay against his fingers, guiding it over the paper to show him the right way to work the math problem. "You bring this here and carry this over..."

Of course Yuta wasn't paying attention. Well he was, but he was paying attention to something entirely different from the lesson coming from you. When you weren't looking, his eyes went to look you over, taking in your profile. He liked that his girlfriend was curvy in all the right places. But to have this curvaceous creature in his bedroom was practically killing him.

He was dying to do something else than work on math.

"Yah," You looked at him, Yuta looking away. "Are you paying attention?"

"Yes." Yuta muttered, averting his eyes away from you. When you began to sigh and walked towards the window to look outside, Yuta took a sneak-peak at how your jeans conformed entirely to your thighs and your ass. "Damn...you're looking fucking fine..."

"Did you say something?" You asked as you turned your head to him, your brown hair, obviously dyed, swayed and fell back in place behind your back.

"Nope." He muttered, hastily diverting his eyes and glancing at his book.

You knew when Yuta lied. C'mon he was your boyfriend for goodness sake. You rolled your eyes and handed him the pencil. "Then solve the next problem by yourself."

"Y/N, can we go over something else?" Yuta laid his pencil down and looked up at you. "What about the reproductive system?"

"Why?" You looked at him. "You're failing math, not science."

"But the reproductive system is on the next test. And I can't seem to understand the function of a male's penis or a women's vagina." Yuta nonchalantly said, looking upward and pouting. Take the bait, take the bait, he thought to himself.

"You cheeky little bastard." You pointed at him and scowled. "You know perfectly well what a penis and a vagina do."

"No, I don't." He replied, his eyes settling on your cleavage. He looked back up and smirked. "How do you know that I know what those do?"

"We had sex last week, Yuta." You raised your eyebrows and gave him a look.

"Did we?" Yuta asked as he saw the look on his girlfriend's face. "Care to refresh my memory?"

“No.” You muttered, frowning at the grin he gave you.

"Aww, c'mon Y/N." Yuta winked at you as he rose from his seat, making you back up. "Why don't we take a break?"

"Yuta, back off you horny man." You stammered only to be backed up against the wall. "A-a-and why?"

"Because I need it." Yuta drawled out, giving you one of his sexy winks. "C'mon, baby. Why are you denying it?"

He leaned his head down and whispered in your ear. "I just wanna help release all the sexual tension you have. I know you're feeling just as horny as I am."

Before you could say anything, Yuta fastened his lips on your neck, making you jumped in surprise. He drew back, his hands taking yours and led you to a chair. Sitting down, he lifted you to sit in his lap, your legs wide opened and unable to close because of his hands. "Y/N, stop doing that."

"But..."

"Shh...." He whispered. "Trust me."

It didn't take long before he started stroking his hands up and down your body, sending shivers down your spine. It felt amazing, yet dangerous. Just like his hands roaming all over your body did.

And as always, Yuta took control of the situation. While he played with you, Yuta let his tongue run along the base of your throat, nipping at the skin and then sucking on it, bringing more blood flow to the area. His hands slid under your shirt, groping your breasts while you let out small moans.

Once he reached the clasp of your bra, he unhooked it with ease, freeing your breasts. He drew your shirt over your head and threw it, along with your bra, onto to the floor. Slowly, he made his way down, kissing his way from your chin to your collarbone. At first you tried to keep yourself together, to fight back against his advances, but Yuta knew exactly what he was doing. How to tease you, make you beg and moan for more. How to drive you crazy until you could barely stand it anymore. How to put you in such a state where you wanted nothing more than for him to finally touch you.

The air became hot and heavy between the two of you, causing your already sensitive nipples to become harder than ever. Your breathing got heavier as Yuta continued his onslaught, letting his tongue dance around your breast, tasting every inch of you. Yuta sucked on your nipple, lightly nibbling at the peak. Every sensation sent an electric jolt through your entire body, having you quiver in his arms.

You tried to push his shoulders back but Yuta wouldn't budge, so you decided to settle with playing with his hair instead. Stroking the soft locks, running your fingers through them. For some reason, Yuta really seemed to like it, which brought a small smile on your face.

But it didn't last long as Yuta found his way to your other nipple, going for it just as hard as the first time. Before you knew it, he grabbed both your nipples and squeezed, using his mouth to suckle on them, rubbing his teeth on them. His actions caused you to moan louder, writhing in pleasure.

All you could think of was wanting him to fuck you now. To be inside you, filling you with his throbbing erection. Taking you right here, right now, no holds barred. And yet Yuta kept going. Slowing down at times, teasing you with just a few short kisses and licks. Until suddenly you stopped struggling, finding it too damn good to resist any longer.

Yuta chuckled and pulled away, smiling as he watched you struggle with trying to breathe properly again. The sheer desire on your face, the expression that promised that things would get even better.

"Fuck, Yuta..." You sighed out, closing your eyes. "You're killing me."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Yuta chuckled again. "Not yet, Y/N."

You sat there quietly, waiting patiently. And soon enough Yuta was ready to give in to your wants. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he stood up with you still sitting in his lap, carrying you to the bed. As soon as he laid you down, he came over you, kissing you roughly as his hands roamed your body.

He removed your pants and underwear, tossing them aside, leaving you completely naked in front of him. He stared at your flawless figure, his eyes devouring your beauty, as he removed his own clothes. He loved the shape of your hips, the curves of your thighs, your perky breasts. Everything about you, his precious Y/N, was perfect to him.

"Should we have a lesson on foreplay? Cause you're clearly failing at that." Yuta said playfully as he laid his body down on top of yours.

"Shut up." You smiled at him, running your fingers through his messy hair. You leaned up and kissed him, pulling away once you heard him chuckle.

Yuta slowly started to kiss his way down, moving down to your navel. Kissing softly around it, causing goosebumps to form all over your body. He then moved lower, licking at your thighs and making you squirm underneath him. He placed his hand on your stomach, trailing his fingers lightly up your torso, coming to rest on your chest.

"God, your body is so fucking beautiful." Yuta whispered to you as he traced his fingers around your tits, tweaking your nipples. "Can't wait to see them bounce as I make love to you."

His words caused your heart to beat faster and you bucked against him, wanting him to fuck you already. But Yuta kept teasing you, torturing you until you just couldn't take it anymore.

"Yuta, please." You pleaded, needing him to touch you. "Please touch me."

He finally obliged and reached down, gently stroking your clit. You cried out in pleasure, closing your eyes as he ran his finger down the length of your slit, pressing against the entrance of your pussy. You arched your back as he rubbed the hood, making sure to hit your g-spot.

"Y/N, you're so wet." He murmured to you, making you shiver. "You want me to fuck you?"

You nodded frantically, moaning loudly.

"You want me to fuck you so bad, huh?" He asked as he used his index finger to slowly tease your entrance. "Well, do you want me to fuck you hard?"

You gasped as his finger entered your pussy, feeling so good. It felt so good that you thought you were going to cum at any second. With each passing second, Yuta's finger slowly worked its way into you, making you wiggle beneath him. If he kept doing that much longer, you would definitely come.

But Yuta wasn't done with you just yet. Not by a long shot. And as he removed his finger from you, you felt his tongue graze across your swollen clit, making you gasp. You tilted your head back, arching your back, begging him to touch you more. But Yuta didn't oblige immediately. Instead he stuck his middle finger in your mouth, making you gag as you tasted your juices. He then leaned forward and placed another finger in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself again.

He repeated this action several times, getting his fingers nice and slick with your pussy juice. Once he was satisfied, he placed his mouth back on your pussy, gently sucking on your clit. You squirmed underneath him, wanting him to hurry up and fuck you already. You didn't want him to use his fingers on you. You wanted him to stick his cock inside you, filling you up and thrusting deep inside you. Only to watch you come apart beneath him. Watching your tits sway with every move you made, hearing you scream his name, over and over again.

"Yuta, please..."

Yuta looked up at you, smiling widely as he saw how badly you wanted him. He liked the fact that he could bring this kind of pleasure to you. That he could excite you this much. Seeing the passion burning within your eyes. Seeing the lust glowing brightly in your brown orbs. Seeing you nearly go mad, desperate for him to finally fill you with his hardness.

Yuta then moved his face lower, burying his face between your legs. Gently licking at your pussy, tasting you. And boy, did you taste sweet. It was almost as if you wanted to punish him, but at the same time, you wanted to reward him. Reward him for being such a great lover. One that knows exactly how to make you moan in ecstasy. How to turn you on to the point where you can't think straight anymore. The one who makes you lose your mind with every stroke of his tongue or finger.

Yuta kept up his assault, not stopping for a moment. You wrapped your legs around his head, locking them in place as you tried to grind your pussy against his face. Wanting him to stick his tongue deeper inside you, to plunge his fingers inside your pussy. Anything to feel him even closer to you. To hear you scream his name over and over again. But Yuta didn't give in that easily.

"Fuck, baby."

He withdrew his face from your crotch, pushing himself up. Pushing his erection against your inner thigh, making you moan. He slowly leaned forward, pushing his hips forward. He brushed against your wet folds, sending electricity shooting through your body. "What do you want, Y/N?" He breathed against your neck.

"Y-Yuta...please.." You begged, reaching down to grab his dick. "I need you inside me."

Yuta groaned at the request, smiling as he watched you reach for his member. It was thick and long, curved in such a way that only your tight pussy would fit perfectly. "Don't worry, I'll fill you up in no time."

He grinned again, leaning forward and brushing his lips against yours. As he did so, he gently pushed into you, slowly pushing himself inside of you. The feeling was so good that you moaned, enjoying every single inch of him. But Yuta didn't stop there. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. He deepened the kiss, thrusting into you harder and harder, making you whimper in delight.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close to you as you kissed him passionately. You felt his hands roaming your back, cupping your ass cheeks, squeezing them. Making you squeal as he continued to thrust inside of you. Every movement, every thrust was so amazing, you didn't know if you could handle it any longer. And yet Yuta didn't seem to be ready to slow down. He went on, thrusting into you, faster and harder. Causing your cries to increase in volume, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist, digging your nails into his skin.

You weren't even aware of when he picked up speed. Or how much harder he was thrusting. But soon enough you felt his hands sliding up your thighs, gripping tightly at your butt. His movements grew wilder and rougher, making you writhe under him. You tried to pull him closer to you, urging him to make you cum. And as if he understood what you needed, he increased his pace. Rubbing your clit hard as he slammed into you. You could feel yourself building up to orgasm quickly, unable to hold off much longer. You bucked against him, not caring about anything else besides the fact that you wanted to cum with him.

"More! Fuck, Yuta! Cum with me!"

And yet Yuta still kept going. Pushing himself further inside of you, thrusting harder than ever before. Hearing you scream his name, over and over again, just sent him over the edge. As he neared climax, he slammed his hips against you, making you scream out loud as he erupted inside of you. Filling you up with his warm seed, giving you everything you needed. Giving you an orgasm so intense that you swore you saw stars. Leaving you breathless and exhausted. You held onto him tightly, sobbing into his chest as you felt him collapse on top of you. You closed your eyes, finding it difficult to catch your breath after having such an incredible orgasm. But all you could do was lie there, enjoying the wonderful sensations coursing through your body.

"Are you alright?" Yuta asked, brushing your bangs out of your face.

"Mmhmm." You answered, nodding. "That was...incredible."

"Told you." Yuta chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "So how did I do?"

"It wasn't math...." You chuckled. You ran your fingers through his hair. "But you'd pass with flying colors if there was a class on sex."

Yuta laughed at that, shaking his head. "Why don't we continue our lesson later?"

You frowned at him, slightly confused. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"Afterwards, after we finish taking care of some business." Yuta smirked at you, letting you know exactly what he meant.

"Oooohhhh....I see." You grinned mischievously, biting your lip. "You do know how to get a girl to say yes, don't you?"

"Of course I do." Yuta responded smugly. "Have you forgotten who I am?"

"Good answer." You winked at him, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. You didn't realize it at first, but the sun had gone down, casting shadows over both of you. After the eventful day you had today, you were too tired to bother moving. You simply laid there, holding onto Yuta as he continued to caress your body. Wishing that nothing else would interrupt this moment. That neither of you would wake up in the morning. That this could last forever.

[beom-s-author]

txt reaction-when you failed at your exam

Warning: crying,angst,fluff,comforting

Choi Yeonjun

You had an anatomy exam.

You memorized 3 books of 1000 pages. You were very confused. You studied without sleeping all night. You came home from school and memorized it without taking a break or eating. During this process, Yeonjun was always by your side. He supported you and respected you. Sometimes he would prepare fruit plates for you. After taking and passing the exam, you critiqued it with Yeonjun. You were expecting an average grade, although not very high. At least you were sure it would pass. You worked hard and you think you deserved it. You and Yeonjun did everything to distract yourself until the results were announced. Even pranked Beomgyu. However, the disappointment you felt when the exam was announced was indescribable. You failed the class. You burst into tears when it was revealed . "Honey, I am sure you will pass next time. You will work harder. Please don't cry anymore." He tries to ease you but you were so sad. At least there would be a rescue test. He knows you will pass after that. He was trusting you a lot. Even more than you family. You were his ambitious and hardworking girl.

Choi Soobin

You had a very intense exam. It was so difficult to go through this that you started working a month in advance, but the holidays intervened and you wanted to spend more time with Soobin. You organized a few trips together, which caused you to slack off. You took the exam. You were biting your nails from stress. You were waiting for a result with hope. You remembered a few things from your old studies, but it wasn't enough. When you left the exam, Soobin picked you up and you went to your dorm. When the guys asked about your exam, you told them you did poorly.

When the exam was announced a few days later, you failed. Instead of crying, you promised yourself to work. When Soobin saw the exam result, he only understood you. You worked on the subjects you couldn't do together. The problem was that Soobin didn't understand organic chemistry at all. You already understood it when you were explaining it to him. In this way, you got a very high score in the make-up exam. You had a small celebration with Soobin that night. Soobin was proud of you.

Choi Beomgyu

You were taking a bad exam. Beomgyu was even more annoying this period. While you were studying, he was disturbing you and leaving. When you said it was important, he disappeared but came back 20 minutes later to annoy you. Even though you kicked him out, he was there. Like an annoying mosquito. When you took the exam, you realized that you failed from the first question. When you returned home and sat on the sofa, Beomgyu came to home He seemed to understand what was happening. He hugged you and gave you a kiss on your cheek.

When you turned to him and smiled, he did the same to you. When you held his hand and looked at him, he turned towards you and said, "It doesn't matter. I will hire a private teacher for you, so you will understand better. When you get a higher score in the other exam, I will be so proud of you that you cannot understand."

"Thank you Beomgyu, you are very thoughtful. I am thankful to you. You'd better stay by my side. I'm not used to being without you.." He giggled at your words. He hugged you and kissed your lips. "Anything for my princess."

[wormswurld]

nerd!ollie x jock!felix ideas & hcs! 🌟

- felix plays lacrosse and obviously is the best player on the team,, always getting his team wins and taking them out to the pub to celebrate afterwards

- ollie is a science/anatomy major!!!!!!!!! my man is a true nerd: had a space themed bedroom as a kid, does math problems & puzzles in his free time,, the whole 9 yards!! ppl probably pay him to do their homework and write their essays for them (he “can’t” say no)

- their relationship dynamic gives introvert x extrovert, black cat x golden retriever, sun x moon trope if y’know what i mean

- since ollie is majoring in anatomy he really likes dissecting things….HES A FUCKING WEIRDO WHAT DO YOU EXPECT OKAY (always going to the lab to do his little freak boy experiments & to study etc etc)

- felix has the same personality he does in the movie but imagine if amped the fuck up since he’s a jock: loud (no matter the situation), touchy (definitely smacks his teammates ass, shoulders, scruffing up their hair out of excitement etc)

- all the girls at oxford pack the stands of felix’s games just to fawn over him and hope to get his attention so they can sleep with him

- ollie memorized felix’s schedule, dates of his games, probability of him going out to the pub outside of winning a game etc; when i tell you he is a grade A stalker i mean it!

- when ollie watches felix play he fantasizes about what his body and muscles look like moving under his jersey,, probably getting hard when he sees a sweaty felix yelling at his teammate to try harder

- ollie catches felix making out with a girl and this infuriates him so what does he do? give felix the wrong answers for an assignment so he fails as revenge,, but he doesn’t get off that easy because felix comes storming into his room cursing and pushing ollie up against a wall !! probably asking if ollie was jealous and that’s why he did it…maybe threatens to release a picture of ollie in a very compromising position (on his knees cum all over his face and glasses just the usual lol)

- felix probably teases ollie about how needy and weird he is, “you probably wanna smell my jersey huh? get off on it right?” nothing like some good old humiliation <3

- felix’s teammates picking up on felix spending more time with ollie instead of them so they corner ollie and beat him up and obviously felix “saves the day” by telling them to fuck off and helps tend to ollie’s wounds…that may or may not entail kissing the bruises on his face no homo™️ style

- ollie reading out loud to felix to prepare for a test and feix just touching up on ollie to see how hard he gets…loving the sound of ollie’s voice cracking as he reads and ultimately loses he place

- ollie likes “accidentally” running into felix after his practices once they get to know each other more so he can see how sweaty and out of breath he is after practice (it’s obvs turns him on)

- felix likes getting ollie plastered just so he can have even more of an excuse to walk ollie to his dorm and help him get ready for bed

- sometimes when they are blackout drunk they hump each other (felix oftentimes comes too fast and they both laugh it off)

i hope you enjoyed! here’s some pics of the boys i think fit the nerd! x jock! vibe 😇

@fuckingwoodfuckingpaneling the hcs have dropped!!!

[rafecameronsgun]

medical student!reader gets disturbed by rafe while studying smms

its bad,i wrote it half asleep but i feel like posting today so anyway

Rafe came over a hour ago,not giving a shit about that you have to study for your next comming exam. You are stressed,because Rafe takes all your time not letting you focus on the university and you only have 1 week left till your exam. You refused his offer to help you study,because you know how it probably ends with a 2 hour slow sex session. You didn’t even want him to come over because you know he needs your attention all the time and won’t leave you alone until you give him what he need.

“I promise,i won’t disturb you.Just layin’here, checking your computer”he smirks when he sees you are grumpy.

You let him do whatever he wants to leave you alone. And you are not hiding anything from your man on your computer,or your phone is available anytime for him to scroll through your messages,your search history or your emails,your gallery. You found that type of love you were craving for yours. And his things are open for you too. Yes you both have biig trust issues,but thats okay because you have no reason to fear this time.Just making sure.

Sitting in front of your desk,you put your hair in a messy bun, your glasses sitting on your nose as you try to memorise the anatomy of the human heart.

Completely lost in the latin phrases of each part of it.

“Arteria pulmonaris sinistra…”you murmur to yourself,closing your eyes to test your memory.

“Uh…huh fuck”you hear Rafe’s low,hoarse moans. You turn your head and see him

heavily panting with his cock in his hand,his narrowed eyes locked on yours.His pants are pulled lower, his shirt lifted half way as he holds it in his hand,slowly stroking it. His abs flexed,his dick throbbing.

“Seriously?”you raise your voice,annoyed that he makes your pussy wet by taking his dick right in front of you. He licks his dried lips,biting on the bottom.

“Fuck baby you are so sexy with those glasses on”he murmurs,stroking it faster.”Dont mind me,focus on what you need honey”

You roll your eyes,knowing that you won’t be able to focus on anything else now but his beautiful dick.

“You are so pretty when you look like one of the good girls,but you are-“groans”you are actually a dirty little slut who begs for my dick”groans.

A tsunami escapes between your legs. Rafe looking at you like a hungry dog,his cock almost crying for your pussy.”Fuck”a soft moan leaves your mouth as you are taking this view.

“You can study how hard you make my dick,instead”he offers with a smirk.

“I would love to”you lick your lips,taking him in your mouth within a second,sucking him gently.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

McGirlfriend

[A/N: in my defense, I did say I was becoming a DiNozzo simp 🙃]

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Ziva wadded up an old draft of a report that she was about to shred, opting instead to beam it at Tony’s forehead to gain his attention. The grin on his face melted away as his eyes narrowed in her direction, and he barked out a playful, “What?”

“What is it that you are smiling at over there?”

“A text.”

“From?”

“A friend.”

“Not just a friend,” Abby chimed in from her spot at McGee’s desk, propping her chin on her hands as she batted her eyelashes in Tony’s direction.

“Oh?” That piqued Tim’s interest, and he pulled his attention away from the screen where he was testing a new program to optimize one of Abby’s many search parameters. “Are you seeing someone, Tony?”

“Yeah, McProbie,” the senior agent grinned, brewing up a facetious response. “Your sister.”

Rolling his eyes, McGee shot back, “You wish. She’s too smart for you.”

“Children!” Gibbs barked as he rounded the corner. The three agents scrambled to appear busy, shuffling papers around and clamoring over one another with updates on their supposed productivity this morning. Silencing them all with a mere glance, Gibbs continued, “If you’re done dishing about your social lives, we’ve got a dead Marine in Rock Creek Park.”

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“I do not believe that you have a girlfriend,” Ziva stated matter-of-factly, pulling open the van doors to gather the crime scene kit.

“Well, believe it, Zi-va,” Tony retorted, the two syllables popping off his tongue in that infuriating way only he could do, “because it’s true. Here, watch my eyeballs when I say it: I have a girlfriend. What does your Mossad training tell you about that statement, huh?”

“That you are telling the truth,” she huffed back, eyes narrowed. “But if that is the case then how are you not gloating about your sex escapes all the time?”

“Sexcapades,” DiNozzo corrected automatically.

“Whatever. Why not?”

Tony shrugged, trying to control the blush threatening to creep across his cheeks. “Because.”

McGee unzipped the camera bag and slung the device around his neck as he caught the senior field agent’s eye with a teasing grin. “Because he really likes her! Tony’s in love.”

“Shut it, McGoob,” Tony growled out, slamming the van doors shut and stalking off to find Gibbs at the primary crime scene.

“Look at that, Ziva,” Tim sighed dramatically as they watched their colleague walk away, “our boy’s all grown up.”

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“How was your day today, babe?” You flipped back to the diagram on venous circulation in your anatomy textbook, wiggling your fingers in an invitation for your boyfriend to join you on his bed. He heaved a dramatic sigh before stretching out across the comforter, laying his head against your thigh. “Don’t ask.”

Your fingers automatically went to brush through his short hair, freshly wet from his post-work shower. “Tough case?”

“What’d I just say?” he teased, reaching up to tweak your nose and eliciting a sheepish giggle from you. “It’s not the case, it’s my colleagues. They found out about you today and now they’re probing for more.”

“So tell them,” you offered easily. “My friends at school know about you.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice grew a touch huskier and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah,” you whispered. “I tell them all about your big, thick d…ura mater. For that big ol’ brain of yours.”

He groaned your name in frustration and you laughed, pleased with yourself, until his eyes shot open and you saw that green had faded to black. You held your book up in defense and tried to quell your now racing heart. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. I have to study! I swear- don’t you even-”

He shut you up with a gentle kiss that quickly turned more desperate. Taking the textbook from your hands, he set it on the bedside table and tugged your shirt off before molding his lips back to yours, mumbling, “You need to study anatomy? Let’s get you some hands on experience.”

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Tony strutted into the bullpen the next morning, greeting his teammate with an uncharacteristic smile given the fact that the sun had yet to rise. “McProbius. How was your night?”

Tim’s face twisted into one of confusion as he answered, “Uh, fine. Uneventful. How was yours?”

“Why, thank you for asking,” Tony grinned despite intentionally prompting the exchange. “My night was absolutely incredible.”

Ziva dropped her coat on the back of her chair and smirked knowingly at DiNozzo. Crossing her arms, she stated, “You had sex. Good sex, I am guessing, from the way you are gloating right now.”

“Not just good,” Tony clarified. “Amazing. Mind blowing. Since you two are so interested, my girlfriend’s a med student-”

“Hey, so is my little sister!” McGee cut in excitedly. “At Georgetown?”

“Yes, now hush. Anyway, when I tell you that she knows her way around male anatomy which is truly a testament to just how hard she studies. So diligent. Doctors are amazing, and we should appreciate them more.”

Tim and Ziva exchanged curious looks, then turned to see the reason behind the sudden shift in conversation standing behind them. A chorus of greetings- slightly too loud- poured from the three agents’ mouths as they all but ran to their desks to continue working on their current case.

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“His desk is right over there,” the security guard gestured in the general vicinity, and you thanked her with a smile before making your way through the bullpen bustling with midday activity.

An older man in a tan suit approached as you neared the section the guard had pointed out, a soft smile on his face despite the gruffness in his voice. “Can I help you?”

“She’s here for me,” two voices in unison confidently rang out, and you peeked around the man you assumed to be Gibbs to find the source of the sound.

“Easy, McGeek,” Tony chuckled as he rose from his desk. “Unless she’s the suspect you’ve been theorizing about all day, I’ll take it from here.”

“Uh, I think you should take it easy considering you have a girlfriend, Tony,” Tim shot back, brows furrowed. “She’s my sister.”

“But that’s- she’s-” Tony stumbled over his words while Ziva leaned back in her chair, laughing to herself as she connected the dots with a giddily mumbled, “This is the best day ever.”

Both men pointed accusatory fingers at you, fighting to be heard.

“You said you were studying last night!” “Your last name isn’t McGee!”

“Woah,” you held up your hands in defense, trying to calm the situation. “I was studying last night,” you directed the response to your older brother, then turned to your boyfriend, “and we have two different dads. How come you two have never mentioned each other?”

“He is Probie,” Tony clarified, as Tim mumbled, “He’s DoucheNozzle.”

“Hey!” you and Tony cried out.

“Hey!” Gibbs mocked you all, jingling a set of car keys in the middle of your heated circle. “Boyfriend and brother, go pick up our suspect. Figure this out when I have my killer behind bars.”

Sufficiently chastened, they each pressed a kiss to one of your cheeks while glowering over your head at the other man. As they made their way over to the elevator- clearly bickering from the looks of it- Ziva approached you gleefully. “They will either bond over their love for you in that car, or you will end up single and an only child. Also, hi, Ziva David.”

“Y/N,” you supplied in kind, taking her proffered hand.

“What inspired this visit, anyway?”

“Oh,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I came to tell them I passed my anatomy exam with flying colors.”

[herrscherofmagic]

i've spent nearly 47 hours over the last ten days drawing nothing but kiana (and hov)

yeah.

anyways, since I've had about enough of drawing Kiana for the rest of my life (/hj) I'm gonna put a pause on this project; but I'll turn it from a sprint into a marathon and try and work on it occasionally instead of all at once

I want to draw other things again x-x

Close-ups of the drawings below, as well as the reference image set, and some other misc. thoughts

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Portraits drawn from imagination

Started the process by trying to draw Kiana's head from imagination; then after each drawing I'd pause, look at some references, see what mistakes I made, then put away the references and drew from imagination (and referring to previous drawings) again. I also took breaks at two points to practice drawing eyes & hair before going back to drawing Kiana

For the last 4 portraits, I'd draw a head from imagination as a warm-up to a drawing session, and then do another head much later on instead of doing it immediately. Around halfway through this "phase" I started the other phases at random points, and finished this portion of the process in the first ~10-15 hours of drawing time. The rest of the time was split across the other exercises

Also I gave her an angry expression because I felt it was the easiest for me to do from memory since I've drawn HoV more than just "Kiana" herself. I also used a boring level 3/4 view without much perspective because it forced me to really make sure I was doing everything accurately and with care.

Basically my thinking was that if I could make a boring level 3/4 portrait look good enough, then I'd have no trouble getting it to look good in other perspectives. That seemed to be true when I got to the stage where I was doing expression practice and had to deal with more head tilt and other perspectives, lol

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Studies of still images from screenshots of gameplay, character art, and stills from animated shorts

Did rough sketches first, then drew with solid color over the sketches on a separate layer. not much else to say here, lol

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Full-bodies

Started with an anatomy model loosely based on the proportions of Kiana's in-game model, and then two attempts at doing full-body drawings from imagination before realizing that it's bloody insane to try and do that much detail from imagination and I have much better things to do with my life than that x-x

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Color studies

yaaaay color! yippee!

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Action sketches/"gesture" drawings

"Gesture" is in quotes because I was way too slow with these for it to really count as proper gesture drawing, imo. But the intention was to start with gesture, and I got closer to that as I went on.

It's way too tempting to start adding detail so I had to metaphysically slap myself with a frying pan to keep myself from getting derailed by that >.>

To get references for this, I did screen recording of gameplay on the PC with OBS studios, then used DaVinci Resolve to play back the recordings.

On PC, when using the mouse controls you can hold the camera fairly still when doing an attack sequence, making it awesome for getting unique angles. For instance, when I recorded Void Drifter's attacks, I was able to get at least 4 different PoVs of her attacks: from the left, the right, behind & above, and in front & below.

Unfortunately, though, it was a bit of a hassle to get good recordings because I had to go into an actual combat stage to record it instead of being able to use an empty testing stage.

With DaVinci Resolve I could "split" clips to make cuts in the timeline that let me easily mark the spots where different attack sequences started, and I could also easily play it in .5x speed to help me figure out how the animations were going from one set of frames to another.

Plus if you close the program after saving, when you open it up again it remembers which frame you were last on and takes you straight there, making it easy to continue from one day to another.

I used White Comet, Herrscher of the Void, and Void Drifter attack animations here, but I also did recordings of Knight Moonbeam and Herrscher of Flamescion, and I might give those a try someday.

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Facial expressions practice

Started with the set of rough sketches (first image), then did some expression practice from imagination (second and third images) to try and get used to how the proportions of the face change slightly with movement of the eyebrows/eyelids/jaw, since the shape of the eyes and mouth is especially important when doing stylized faces (like the anime style that HI3rd uses)

Then this morning I started working through the original rough sketches and developing them one-by-one, getting through 8 before I decided to call it quits and wrap up the project for now

So the facial expression practice pretty much the culmination of all my practice. All the practice with proportions, the contours & forms of the hair, monochromatic shading, line quality, shape design, etc.

This was also one of the few times I've ever taken stylized references and actually adapted them to some extent instead of directly copying them!

This is especially noticeable in the hair, where I used a more standard style for the hair, in contrast with the variety of hairstyles and shapes used in the various manga references (i.e. black-and-white Escape from Nagazora Kiana's messy hair vs the neat and solid hair in the colored Gratitude Arc, AE Invasion, and Moon Shadow Kiana)

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Reference images