#rendering is hard im going to bed

[lyredragon]

Alright last one for the day but mer!blurr has literally been on my mind all day... I don't normally draw humanoids cause I'm bad at them but I did my best!!

Gift for u @keferon my lord

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Blackbird = Black Bird = B B = Double B or whatever is going through Johnny's heads

[thelov3lybookworm]

No Big Deal

Azriel x Reader

Summary: new chores, but surely it won't be too bad.

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Word Count: 1082 (more than i expected honestly)

Warnings: none <3

A/n: kinda like a part 2 of my maid!reader fic, but its a oneshot so can be read by itself! not proofread cus i wrote it in like an hour lols, so not my best work but ive got no inspiration recently and yet im doing my best to get fics out every week🤷🏻‍♀️

ANYWAYS, ENJOYYYY!!!🥳🥳🥳

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It’s no big deal, Y/n told herself for the thousandth time that day.

It was just a room, and she was to clean it. Quick, simple, easy. The fact that she had never cleaned any living quarters before and only been assigned to deserted hallways and storage rooms before was not a big deal. She would just go in, sweep and clean up, and then get out.

Quick, simple, easy.

And yet, the pit in her stomach pulsed in time with her heartbeat in her ear like the maw of some sort of unnatural, unrelenting beast.

The amount of servants in the palace was more than was countable, and so it had been fairly easy to escape doing her duties under the scrutinising gaze of the elite upper fae, sneering at the iridescent wings she hid away most times. But being a -as the higher fae call it- half-breed, came with its own problems.

Most times, she could hide them away without problem. But when, after days of hard labour, the butterfly-like wings would sprout from her back unbidden at the slightest shift of attention.

But other than that, it was all fine. Simple. Easy.

Y/n's days consisted of waking up with -sometimes before- the sun, hurrying to clean up, and hoping there were still leftover delicacies from the previous night that she could sneak out after she had shovelled down thick porridge that made her gag every time. It was not that it was bad, per say, but… it was not the best either.

But that was neither here nor there. Because now she stood in front of an ornately carved wooden door, on the other side of which was the quarters assigned to her for cleaning.

The hallway was mostly deserted, the only other soul the male servant at the other end of it, sweeping the pristine white floors. Located quite near the princeling’s chambers, it led Y/n to assume the room belonged to one of his close confidants.

No big deal, Y/n reminded herself, and then lifted her hand to knock on the door.

Long moments passed without response, and heart throbbing in her throat, Y/n pushed the heavy door open, eyes scanning the silent interior.

"Good day…I’m here to clean…"

The words sounded like a question to herself, the uncertainty apparent. And when, after long moments where no sound returned, Y/n realised that the walls were her only companion.

Small blessings, she mused as she set down the bucket of soapy water in her hand and straightened her skirts. She leaned the broom against the wall nearest and set to righting the bedsheets. They were barely rumpled, as though the occupant of the room had only laid on top of the covers and then left before their weight could make a dent in the bedding.

Just as she was fluffing up the pillows, the faded scent of… cedar? And something that reminded her of the court she lived in floated up to her nose, filling up her lungs with a sort of nostalgia that rendered her speechless, her mind trying to connect the scent to the event that lingered in the back of her mind.

Where had she encountered that scent?

Y/n straightened, her brows furrowed, and turned towards the low coffee table and began picking up the few dishes that littered the table, a bejewelled knife and some spoons and forks and putting it all on the tray to be taken down to the kitchens. She grabbed a rag and kneeled next to the table, still trying to figure out if she had seen the resident of the room before when it hit her.

The Illyrian. He had seemed like the young prince’s friends, and it would make sense that he lived close to him.

It had been maybe over a month since that encounter. She had forgotten about the peculiar meeting almost the day after. But it seemed a little… suspicious, how after over a year of working, his quarters were the first ones she was to clean.

Had he asked for her?

Nonetheless, Y/n finished wiping the table and stood, huffing.

"Is there any way I can help?"

Y/n jumped, whipping around to stare at the soft-spoken Illyrian wide eyed. He, in turn, winced, like he hadn’t accounted for his sudden appearance being frightening for Y/n.

"No- no, my lord. I’ll leave if you wish-"

His lips twisted down on the corners. "The name’s Azriel."

She frowned. "Sorry…?"

He shook his head. "Stay, finish your work. I’ll just be here."

She looked around, contemplating as he walked towards the armchair in the corner. "I’m almost done."

He nodded, his eyes focused on her every movement. "How long have you been working? Like, in the palace?"

Y/n walked over to the bucket where she had discarded the used utensils and threw the rag on top of it, then picked up the broom. "For almost a year now."

"I’ve never seen you before." Surprise coloured his soft voice, making her raise a brow.

"And suddenly, by some miracle, you see me twice this week." Her eyes flicked up, watching for any signs to give away his guilt, and she was rewarded by the blood rushing to darken the skin of his neck and ears.

"Miracle, indeed." he mumbled, his eyes glued to the carpet.

Her heart began racing, and she quickly ducked her head, hurrying to finish up soon.

Knowing he asked for her, knowing he remembered her, after running into each other only once, did something to her

Maybe he will murder me in my sleep.

She set the broom aside, then turned to look at him. His eyes were downcast, moving across the pages of the report he held in his hand, but she knew his attention was on her.

After all, she didn’t know anyone who had the ability to read things upside down.

"I’ll take my leave now." she mumbled.

His eyes flicked up, and he pushed to his feet, discarding the papers in his hand and nodding. "Thank you."

Y/n ran her eyes over him once, without meaning to. His leathers were pristine, his boots shone. Each holster contained weapons, and she was sure he had many hidden, too. One of the holsters remained empty. Maybe he didn’t notice.

Finally, after a long moment of staring, she bowed her head, then turned, picking up the bucket.

"Have a good day."

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[hanasnx]

thinking about hak fucking me dumb on his cock. folding me in half before stuffing me full. fucking me till my head is completely empty. only thing my poor dumb brain could process is the feeling of him stretching me out. the sound of his hips smacking against me. those sweet coos of praise as he makes me cum over n over. talking me through it, the room heady n thick w the scent of sex, bodies tacky w sweat, stuck together tightly while he rocks into me n im starry eyed, cumming on his cock w panted whimpers, n hes just nuzzled into my hairline to whisper encouragement of how fucking good i feel n im doing so well, cumming so pretty for him, while his arms flex n his abs tighten at how hard im creaming around him

take a bow.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: you don't know what you did to me with this one anon. i loved this fucking inbox message. god thank you like oh my god i cant believe it WARNINGS: fem reader | dom hak | explicit sexual content | established relationship | overstimulation | multiple orgasms | p in v.

HAK isn’t especially talkative during sex, save for the occasional comment that always has your insides begging to be screwed. Instead, he fills that silence with the language of his body, ardently conveying his desires as he folds you in half with his hands on your thighs. However, this is an exception. "H-Hak!" you choke out, but he lovingly hushes you, stroking your hair as he feeds his cock into your exposed hole from the position.

"Hold it right there for me, princess, don't move a muscle." he tells you with awe in his eyes and haste in his movements, introducing you to just the tip of him to let you get comfortable. You nod to him with artificial determination, squeezing your eyes shut as you adjust to him. His length is not only formidable, but his girth leaves nothing to be desired, thickly rutting into you to hollow out a place for himself. "Takin' it so good, baby, you want some'ore?" he murmurs in encouragement, and you nod again with a little whimper. A warm hand spans the base of your stomach, and you peep, peeling your eyes open as he holds your gaze with such a casually comforting expression. "Relax." he orders, but it's not a command, it's a strong suggestion. You breathe in deeply, and slack as much as you can while his hips swing in and out.

Gradually, and with a lot of groundwork, Hak is able to sheathe, and you're limp as a doll. A callused thumb affectionately strokes at your clit, puffy from stimulation. "Poor thing had to cum a couple times just to get me in, huh?" he taunts with a couple flicks of his hips, bobbing your whole body with such minuscule force. You whine from his cruelty paired with the stinging pleasure of being filled, clutching tight around his neck as he bites at your lobe. He had half a mind to warn you he's gonna go harder now, but you wouldn't verbally react anyway. Instead, he sets a regular pace, and moans in your ear from low in his throat, showing you how good you feel. The quiet is filled with the sound of his cock plunging into your gooey center, the smack of skin on skin as he harvests his own pleasure from the throes of this bed, using your brainless body to do it. He's thinking of you, thinking of how to make you feel good, watching you intently in the dull light as your mouth hangs open and your eyes flutter closed, and in turn it sends a rush through him. He renders you practically lifeless as a sex toy with just the efforts of his cock pistoning into you.

It's not long before you're cumming again, all it takes is a little tickle to your clit as he fucks you. Cream oozes out from around his cock, your hole pulsing around his shaft, but he doesn't let up. Your walls are overstimulated, but you're so far gone you let him do whatever he wants, it doesn't matter what it is. You want him to use you. "Oh, yeah, baby. Just like that." he talks you through it, keeping up a steady pace with the roll of his thumb over your clit, letting you ride it out your full body spasms. "You're so easy. Feel like I could just do this." Leisurely, he moves in you while he toys with your sensitive bud, observing your reactions as you appear as though you're reaching another orgasm. "Fuck, princess, how many is that already? Wanna do a couple more?" For the first time, you're able to gain autonomy of your own anatomy, clutching at him wherever you can reach to meekly shake your head. "No?" he confirms, amused. A wolfish grin stretches onto his lips as he cruelly tests you, his deft finger curls and straightens over your clit, swiping at it in a harsh manner.

"You're being mean!" you whine, banging your fist against his chest.

"You could make it harder for me, you know."

"Hak!" you chide and he snickers at you.

"I'll be nicer. I'll be nicer." he concedes, lowering himself to encase you with his body, sweetly moving his hips to sheathe and unsheathe completely. You pant over his shoulder, tangling your fingers in his hair to ground yourself as he drives his cock into you. The room is heated by your efforts, and your skins are tacky with sweat, the salt mixing with saliva as he leaves a series of passionate open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck. "I can't get over how good you feel, never felt anything like it." he speaks against your shoulder, ending it with a generous lick. "Where've you been all my life, huh? Where's this cunt been hiding?"

There's a familiar tenseness in your stomach that lets him know another one is brewing, and he doesn't dare upset the pace. He keeps talking to you, pulling back for better leverage as you meet his gaze with stars in your eyes. A dreamy smile curls the corners of your mouth as you feel that sweet warmth bloom in your body, nearing you to the edge. "Cum for me, pretty girl, wanna see you do it one more time." With that, you release, more powerful than before. Your back arches off the bed, and protectively he holds you through it, pressing you chest to chest with him as he licks your insides with the head of his cock. Your sweet cream spurts out from around him, dripping to the covers as nuzzles your damp hairline. His hard body against yours, you can feel his every muscle, but he's gentle when he coos praises about how good you did for him.

[mins-fins]

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&&. he's adorable like this, eyes droopy, hair messy, and pout on display.

pairing: huang renjun x gn!reader

genre: flufffff

warnings: none!

word count: 0.4k

notes: first thing i've published since finishing endless nameless and it doesnt even hit 1k words…..i have lost my way 🙁 anyway!! i miss renjun sososososo much like i need to hug him its getting so bad (nct dream coming to ny in september im fucking cheering) (im probs not going) take this because im tired and i miss renjun 😞😞 jj this is for you 💗

renjun is almost gone when you get back into the room.

a sigh just barely makes it out of your lips before he flops face first down onto the bed, unmoving as you near closer and closer. "baby" you whisper, voice low as to not disturb him, but your boyfriend just gives a mere hum as a response.

you fight back a giggle, shifting closer and placing yourself beside him. "we aren't done yet, just one more thing and then you can go to sleep".

"nooo" he whines, having no remaining energy that he could use to get up. you cart a hand through his hair for a moment, and that's when you finally sigh. you gently lift him up, placing him on his knees in front of you.

"sorry jun, but you can't sleep with makeup on" renjun can barely keep his head up, the exhaustion has it sinking down, the sleep wants to take him away so bad.

you realize you have to be the one to hold him up, lifting his sunken head with your finger under his chin. "it's just a few minutes, you'll be able to sleep soon, okay?"

renjun gives a nod, the weariness rendering him unable to speak. you keep his head up and begin wiping off the foundation on his face, the room drowned in silence as you support your slipping boyfriend. he probably would've flopped back down again if not for you holding onto him.

"eyes closed" you whisper, and he obeys the order easily, too worn out to keep his eyes open anymore. he hasn't slipped into dreamland yet, still letting out unintelligible mutters as you continue wiping off his makeup, his head again beginning to fall down.

you tilt his chin up again, yet his eyes remain closed. you don't mind though, they don't need to be open anymore. his short breaths make your lips turn up, and your thumb graces over his cheek, a touch that gets a silent hum out of him.

when you finally finish, you keep his body supported up, admiring his bare face. he's adorable like this, eyes droopy, hair tousled, and pout on display, you can't contain the way your heart warms.

"done baby".

renjun hums, slumping against you. he puts most of his body weight onto you, he slips down and rests his head on your lap, again muttering words into the air. "thank you.. love you".

you simply let him do his thing, laying you down against the pillow, rested directly on top of you. you silently snicker, basking in the comfortable warmth emanating from your boyfriend, who wraps his arms around you. "love you too, sleep well".

if you focus hard enough, you can see renjun's lips turn up.

[rinnsverse]

Hello hello, may I request a Stelle x m!reader (or gn!reader) oneshot please?

Stelle finding drunk Y/n while walking around in Penacony, blabbering about how their beloved raccoon is the best gal that ever appear in their life (and singing all praises imaginable)

Y/n said all of that in front of her face, not realizing that they're talking to their said beloved raccoon.

Stelle's ice cream dropped.

And they're not in a relationship. (Oof lol-)

DRUNKEN DAZE — stelle

TROPES: crack, pining, accidental confessions

PAIRINGS: stelle x male!reader

UNIVERSE: canon-ish

WARNING(S): alcohol

A/N: in all honesty, me creating this is like a shot in the dark since i have no clue wtf im doing 😭

THE DRINKS IN Penacony's were in strong hotel bar, that's for sure. A few shots in and you could feel yourself beginning to get tipsy; it was difficult to classify if you were a lightweight or not, all planets had varying strengths to their liquor as well as classifications to them.

But it wasn't hard to determine that the drinks you ordered were strong enough to render you hazy. Knowing that it was getting relatively late, you pay your tab and unsteadily leave the bar counter. 

As you were walking aimlessly, you lean against a railing trying to mentally put yourself together at the very least. Letting out a sigh, you look towards your right and spot a familiar head of grey hair also leaning on the railing; ice cream in hand.

Propping your elbows back up on the railing, you squint your eyes at the figure next to you. She meets your eyes and turns her whole body towards you, "Hey, do you need something?"

You merely hum in response, resting your head on your hand, "No, it's just that you remind me of someone."

"Oh really?" she tilted her head, taking another lick of her ice cream.

"Mhm," you nod, "She's amazing, one of the best things to ever happen to me. Her and the Express Crew. I never really had people like them in my life before the Astral Express, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"I'm glad you see us— uh, the Express that way," she smiled, scooting closer to you.

"Best people in my life, not that I had anything else to work with before them, but still; we gained a new crewmate — ha, crewmate — recently. Well, not really recently y'know, we've already been through a lot together."

"And what do you think about this new, 'crewmate,'" she questioned, gazing at you as you look up at the ceiling of the hotel.

"Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping, spectacular, never the same," you rant on and on about your admiration for her, something she knew you would've never told her directly to her face.

"Really?"

"Really," you nod, assured in yourself, "I wonder if she thinks the same way about me."

"She does," she affirms.

"What makes you so sure?" you inquire, turning to look at her straight on.

"Just trust me," she pats your shoulder.

You close your eyes in thought for a moment, "Then, it would be safe for me to confess to her?"

Stelle lets out a noise of shock, mouth agape for a moment, "Y'know, I think it's about time to go to the dreamscape." Ushering you to the VIP elevator while you mutter disagreements and questions.

It took a moment for you to lie in the 'bed' but she managed to leave your room with a small sigh, "Hopefully you aren't drunk in the dreamscape too."

Eyes widening, she realizes her hands felt oddly empty.

Rushing out the hall and frantically looking each way of the corridor, she ushers over to the railing, looking down and seeing a familiar shade of ice cream below.

"WHO THE FUCK DROPPED ICE CREAM ON MY LUGGAGE?!"

On second thought, it might've not been her ice cream after all.

[miifu666]

Listen listen! I know you said it was an accident if Sulkha gets pregnant... but hear me out.

Yandere Wukong purposefully gives her water from the mother-mother River and seduces her into his bed. Or somehow enchants the water so that she'd be pregnant with his kid without the need for intimacy (Even though, let's face it. He'd love intimacy with her)

Just a thought - Mostly cause I'm working on a mother-mother river short fic right now... but I wish to share the idea!

OH GOD YES

IM PRETTY SURE YANDERE WUKONG 100000% WOULD DO THAT. WE AGREE HE'S THE TYPE TO SLIDE U IMMORTAL PEACHES AS "NORMAL HEALTHY ONES" AARGHHH I LOVE YOU AND YOUR IDEAS PHEONIX 💋💋🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️

Honestly, Yan! Wukong with Suklha, in my thoughts (i have a slight rough idea) is definitely that forceful, especially since it took place after he somehow managed to bring back Suklha from her "death," rendering her weaker than before and unlinking her original power. It turns him on being the sole provider, probably a euphoric bliss if he managed to get her pregnant.

Giving her water from the spring, disguising as a normal drink would boost the success on his dream of having a domestic family with her. Despite the insistent no from her, he'd try everything to make her drink from it. Swapping the trinket, making the cubs give it to her, or even asking her maid in hand (a healer) to give it to her. Like he's hard-headed like that, so is Suklha.

He'd probably snap a bit- might forcefully make her drink it if he sees she's in pain and cant find her own canteen. That he, purposely hid. Not like she can stop him. She's weaker.

Yan!Wukong wont enchant her water, they've bedded before. Whats the difference now? The fact that he's much more eager to help her reach a blissful state should be a good motivation for her to do it. He'll make sure she's so out of her mind that she won't realize the way he's keeping himself inside.

Of course, he wont tell the reason why outright. Suklha definitely knows.

OH OH BUT LIKE REGARDING UR STORY

Yan! Wukong would only enchant the water if you're so insistent on not having "intimacy" with him, like countlessly avoiding his flirtatious hands wandering around or showing obvious signs of throwing up and ill everytime he gets his hands around your hips. Your head dizzying while he's gripping his arms around your shoulder and showing you the bedroom, he'll save himself the unfortunate sight of seeing you screaming while he tries to go down on you by enchanting the water. Wukong WILL have the fruits of his labor AND the proof of your love by making you pregnant 👁👁 ONE WAY OR ANOTHER

DIRECTLY OR NAH

Cause he already courtnapped you. What else is gonna stop him from going all the way?

[vanished-lighthouse]

HEY HELLOW HI OH MY GOD YOUR MEPAD ART GAVE ME ONE BILLION YEARS OF LIFE I ACTUALLY DIED OH MYGLAUX . ITS SO GOOD. I CANNOT QUANTIFY IT INTO WORDS. BASICALLY IT MAKES ME GO “ASAAAIAIAIIAIAAUAUIAIAIAIAAEEIEOEIEUEIEOEIEYYEYYAYAYYAYAUAUIEIEIEUEUYUAYAUAUIAIAIAIAIUAUAUAAYAYYAUAUAUAUUAIAIAIIAUAUAYAYYAYAYAUAUIAIEEEIEIEUUEUEIEIEIIEIEOEOEOEOEO26728372928749294747488478383848474682199384774848493OH MY GLAUX OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY HOD OH MY GODOH MY GOD” AND THEN I DIE AND EXPLFOE AND DIE AND DIE AND DIE OH MY GLAUX /VERY POSITIVE

anyways. do i have permission to print these and hang them onto my wall. anf also might you have any art tips for the humble art stufent? how do you come up with such brillaint composiions and how do you pick your colours and how do yew render? /nf to asnwer ofc ^_^

anyways i hope you never have crumbs in your bed and your water always tastes good and your screens are always the perfect brightness and you can always sleep comfortable and good focus whenever life calls for it and your pens always work and your erasers always erase thoroughly and your devices never run out of charge right when you need them, etc etc. /genuine. i actually died and ascended when i saw your art. (/j)

HI HI HELLO!! THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS AHJHRHEHR!!?!!*(/VVPOS IM SO HAPPY!!!! yes you can print my arts for your room decoration, overall i gave everyone full permission to use or repost my art, as long ad they give credits! :-] For the art tips, im kind of bad at explaining things so i am deeply sorry if there's words that you cant understand, but i basically look at other artists thats usually have dark and desaturated atmosphere. I study the colours they use, how colour theory works and try experimenting with different ways of shading. ^o^ I dont really look up art tutorials but i recommend looking up some art tutorials especially how to shade and pick colours! :-D As for rendering, i usually gather as many brushes as i can [to the point my brush library is disoriented LOL] and trying to mix each brush, something like mixing hard brush with airbrush and hair brush to create fur-like texture or hairs. Most of the time i include airbrush to create a 3d like rendering! I think thats all the tips i could give to ya, again i am so so sorry if there's grammar error or parts that is hard to understand, as english is not my first language..^^; I'd be more than happy to provide more tips!!

[prolix-yuy]

I SPINNED THE WHEEL AND GOT HONEY BEAR AND I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS BUT IM EXCITED (I'm not gonna google it to keep the surprise factor lamdovdf) the position name made me instantly think of Dieter so I'll go with him <33

this is just so much fun thank you for the sleepover bby!! ILY

Sil, I would be honored to Honey Bear you! And Dieter is exactly the man I want to get down with, especially in this position!

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Position: Honey Bear

Word Count: 1084

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (m receiving), ass play, sexy wrestling, Dieter and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Notes: I wanted to do another funny-sweet one, and Dieter is just perfect for it. Plus if I was having a bad a day, I would also appreciate being pampered like this ;)

He’s been a little ball of frustration all day today, and enough is enough.

You try not to be too hard on him. His agent interrupted Saturday morning TV with news that he wasn’t getting the part he’d be practicing for. “They wanted someone younger, to appeal to the newer audiences.” He sulked through the next two episodes.

Then his sister called, and he retreated into the bedroom. His voice still carried through the closed door, switching back and forth angrily from Spanish to English. He stomped back to the couch and doomscrolled for two hours, his brows pulled together in a dark scowl. 

His final straw came when you heard him groaning, “You have GOT to be kidding me!” Venturing into the kitchen, cautious of the sourness of his day, you find him tapping his phone with increasing annoyance.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, moving to lean beside him. His whole frame is tight, frustration directed at the world around him wafting off in heady waves. 

“If I’m too fucking old and too fucking lazy to get anything I want, then fuck it, I’m going to order a pizza and not give a shit about the diet. But the fucking delivery app keeps crashing and I just would like one goddamn thing to work today!” He shoves his phone across the counter, your hand stopping it from skittering off the edge to add to his annoyance. 

“How about you go take a shower and we lay down for a little while?” you ask, lightly stroking Dieter’s back. He takes in a deep breath and whooshes it out, scrubbing at his face. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just been a shitty day,” he says, letting you tug him towards the master suite. 

“Everything gets better once you’re in bed,” you say, leading him to the shower. He groans quietly.

“Baby, I’m not really in the right headspace for that.” You cup his cheeks and rest his forehead against yours, tapping the tips of your noses together. 

“That’s not what I mean. We’ll cuddle up and put on a movie and when we get hungry I’ll make something. But right now, you’re gonna try and relax.” Switching on the shower, you usher him in and close the door behind him. He looks through the glass at you in the perfect imitation of a Sarah McLachlan dog shelter commercial, and you draw a little heart in the steam.

Giving him a few minutes to decompress, you turn down the fluffy bedspread and change out of your day clothes. Shuffling around in your drawers, you find the perfect outfit to don before Dieter steps out damp and loose. The towel wrapped around his waist lets you admire his soft broad body, dimples and divots you love mapping with your mouth. He’s slicked his hair back but a few errant curls poke out. 

“That was needed, thank you,” he says, pulling out some neon green boxer briefs and tugging them on. They make his butt look absolutely adorable, and his bulge sizeable. You really should get him more of those. As he approaches, a smile begins working its way across his face.

“What are you wearing?” he asks, kneeling on the edge of the bed as you pose dramatically in the pillows.

“Why Mr Bravo, don’t you recognize the white elephant gift of last Christmas Eve?” Draped over your body is a white T-shirt with a badly rendered line drawing of sexy lingerie where it would fall on your silhouette. You’d won it at a party, and the terrible quality matched with the hilarious design made you keep it in the back of your drawer. 

“I thought we ruined that,” he says, crawling up the bed to hover over you. The weight of the day is smoothing from his face, fingers curling around the hem of the shirt. “You’ve got much better underwear than this.” 

“Dieter, don’t you dare take off the Seduction Shirt!” you crow, squirming below him as he redoubles his efforts to get the hideous shirt off. You nip at his biceps, digging your fingers into his sides to tickle yourself free. He tries to keep up, chasing after your crawling form and yanking you back into his embrace. 

He gets it halfway up your stomach when you manage to roll you both, pinning him on his back with his knees folded over your shoulders. He’s full on laughing now, cheeks a ruddy red and coughing with exertion. You let him catch his breath until he looks down up at you, a warm smile across his face. Pushing his thighs up to his chest, he takes in a small gasp, pupils blow out and hands clenching. Gaze drifting down, you find him hard and twitching in his boxers, your tits pressing softly. Cautiously, you stroke your palm up his length. He throws his head back, stomach tensing.

“Do you want…”

“Please.”

You’re stripping his boxers off in record time, sliding down so you can take him into your mouth in one quick slide. He chokes, hips bucking as your practiced touch massages behind his balls. Keening and hissing, you set a fast pace to topple him into pleasure quickly, adding two fingers pressing firmly at his hole. He’s babbling as your lips slide up and down his shaft, sucking hard and swallowing around the thick intrusion. 

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m…” he begs, and pride swells when he cums down your throat not two minutes after you began. You love knowing exactly what makes Dieter explode, and how quickly you can achieve it. Easing him down, you climb up to snuggle into his open arms. 

“Don’t know why I said I wasn’t in the headspace, I’m always in the right mind for you,” Dieter says softly, lips dragging over your temple. You smirk into his chest.

“It’s the Seduction Shirt, works every time.”

Quicker than you expect he rolls you, pinning your hips and ripping the shirt over your head to discard in a corner of the room. 

“There, no advantage now,” he snarks, rubbing his scruffy face into your neck. Fighting against the ticklish touch, you koala bear around him and pull him down to entwine.

“So if anything happens now, it’s all thanks to my own sex appeal?” you ask with faux curiosity. Dieter pops his head out to bathe you in warmth you’ll never get enough of.

“Damn right.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

[cali]

how do you know when a piece like your groudon is finally “done”, or done Enough?

i dont have an answer for this but maybe when i just type a lot i will find one.

for the groudon pic specifically i had a mental image in my head of what scene i wanted. when i started rendering the lava, i did it really detailed and decided i couldnt leave the rest of it simpler and then when the lava was all like that i had to crank everything else in the picture up too. and that made everything take so long that it was far beyond the boundaries of it being "not enough" . it was pleny enough!! so from hour 30-52 i was pretty eager to get it over with. just everything up to the point where its uniform in rendering. sometimes thats a bad sentiment to work on a pic with, but this time it was ok. i kind of like arduous menial tasks. it makes me more patient. so for that one it was done once everything was on par with my detail standard i set for myself halfway thru.

i think i used to have more trouble with this, deciding when its done... my pice now always either end when they reach what i had planned or when theyre the type of pic without a plan then when i get bored / lose the flow of it. actually prior to the groudon pic even some planned ones stopped at a flowloss point.

these two picy both have immaculate rendering on parts but then i lost it and finishdd the rest of the pic with less vigor. in tve green comet one its all the surroundings. i had other versions for that and kept reworking and reworking but i was so ouf of power i just used a slightly polisjed up sketch, kind of works for the pic though. the eel one i also lost power at the backhground, beyond the water. the mountains and clouds i think i coulda put more effort in. but its ok cuz its like 0% the focus of the picture, just sometjing that bothers me alone. hey both of these pics are about a serpent type thing coiling down to earth gently from the sky oops. back to the question um ya im looking at my images and all of them either end when they reach what i had in my head or when i loose flow. when i used to do lsd more my process was that the picture ends when i go to bed. i want to do that again soon it was fun. i drew for like 6 hours while kind of crazy then for the next 12 hours in warm afterglow i just clean and render everything so sweetly and then with a body as hard as a hundred bodies i sink into my bed and click post on it which codifies it as completed. also towards tve end of the picture is usually when im stressing about tiny details and i will message like 1-2 consistent people and 1-2 random people from my discord friendslist to ask about opinions about which tiny detail looks better for the whole pic. when im at that point i cant think straight no more so well no more so i kind of know its time to stop soon. but those final feedbacks always help. ok i guess thats an answer lol i made it very long i will put a readmore. hope u dont mind reading but i think if i sent someone an anon the longer the reply the happier i would be. probably. im in bed but im gonna get up again in a sec and play some balatroooo, 2 people bought a groudon print so far and i spent that money on balatro eep hihi thank u for the ask which i twisted into my babbleplateau

[fyodior]

haiiii :3 same anon who wrote the thirst for 18!dazai

i just want to share how i giggled and started swinging my feet when i saw that you liked it omg

now imagine the aftercare nghh

gently prying him off of your boob and he whines but you reassure him that he can continue later. picking him up like a princess and carrying him to the bathroom to wash him!! He literally melts when he feels your hands massaging his scalp he might start sobbing silently because the way you treat him like he’s the most precious thing in the world is overwhelming him☹️ but nooo that wasn’t enough you just had to start gently scrubbing his body. and then washing his face ndwjwiqiwi he’s trying so hard to contain his feelings

Wrapping him in a towel and carrying him back to the bedroom, handing him clothes and changing the sheets after drying his hair and he’s just staring at you dumbfounded bc why are you doing all this??? and when you get on the bed he practically jumps in your arms and tugs on the shirt you put on before you took him to the bathroom (for decency?? idk just thought it would be cute for him to tug on your shirt like a child and looking up at you without saying a word :3) and of course you comply and take off your shirt. he immediately latches on your boob. wrapping your arms around him giving him the feeling of security. whispering reassuring stuff to him, and when you hit him with the “you must be really tired,you deserve a little rest more than anyone right now. Let’s spend some time together, just the two of us, yeah? Doesn’t matter how much time, as much time as you need, ‘m not going anywhere” he just stops suckling for a moment and looks up at you with tears building up in his eyes. he ends up violently suckling as he sobs and he ends up falling asleep after a few minutes, his mouth never leaving your nipple…idk sometimes (a lot of times) i just wanna pick up dazai and take care of his every need because he deserves it!!! idk i might sound cringe but 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

never done this before, feels awkward but i wanna be 🪻 anon ilysm

THIS ISNT CRINGE IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS :(( dazai is rarely rendered speechless but he’s never once considered that anyone would even think about treating him so tenderly and like he genuinely matters and deserves love. he just wants to suckle on your boob and feel safe and loved and cherished!! and doing something so tender and caring as washing him …. i love this concept thank u im crying

[arachnidmilez]

!!VENT!! heavy tw [sh , suicide , general mental illness] also extremely edgy

i dont know how much longer i can keep doing this i seriously dont i was supposed to be dead in november and yet im still here going through the same cycle every single day and im expected to keep doing it every single day and its driving me crazy. ive been trying my hardest to keep things together but the more i think the more i realize just how horrible things still are, and the worst part is that i cant talk to anybody about it. if i do ill just feel even more guilty and attention seeking. ive been spotting more symptoms of BPD, im not going to self diagnose but im starting to get concerned. ive done intense research and ive checked off damn near every single symptom and its scaring me. even as i write this i cant stop thinking of how bad its been, and the guilt is literally eating away at me. i pushed my ex away because i couldnt bear the thought of her bonding with anyone but me and i let my jealousy ruin the entire relationship. i literally told my little brother that i hated him because i was stressed and he wouldnt leave me alone and i still hate myself for that every single day, i couldnt stop apologizing to him and no matter how much he hugged me and told me it was okay i still despised myself for it. ive been lashing out to the point where its dangerous, i recently got frustrated while detangling string lights so i broke them, causing my other lights to rip off the wall, i started crying so hard i couldnt see a thing, i started physically beating myself with the closest blunt object i found which almost caused me to break my arm. im genuinely such a horrible person and as much as i hate the thought of being abandoned sometimes i genuinely wish all of my friends would just leave me and find a better friend to replace me. i dont want to be here anymore i seriously cant take it. i serve no worth i have no life, i barely have the energy to leave bed anymore and ive become uncomfortable in my own skin. i keep telling myself that ill forget about everything tomorrow and ill be fine again but ive just gotten worse. i cant think straight, i cant sleep properly, i keep seeing and hearing things that arent there and it just makes everything worse. i know this is painfully edgy but there is seriously not a day that goes by where i dont think about killing myself or beg God to kill me in my sleep. ive gotten so depressingly desperate that ive resorted to putting things on my life knowing that im lying. i truly pity myself, and the worst part is that i LIKE feeling this way. i get a sick high from hating my life and knowing somethings wrong, it makes me feel valid in a way, but i know ill never actually be seen until im gone.

i was simply just born unlucky. i was born with a heart condition that has been visibly worsening and will likely lead to heart failure so i KNOW i dont have much time left. everybody says that God will never give you a battle you cant handle but i truly cant handle anymore. my entire life ive been rendered down to knowing i will NEVER be normal like everyone else and that no matter where i go or who i surround myself with i will always be counted to odd one out every single time and theres nothing i can do but sit and accept that i will never be taken as serious as everyone else, nor will i ever be anyones first choice.

i miss my abusers, i want to be used. i like being mentally ill. i love the sudden silence after doing or saying something i know ill regret. i love thinking of how people would react after finding out im dead, its something i GENUINELY take time thinking on. most importantly i love knowing that i have nothing to lose and that theres nothing actually holding me back from doing it.

i REALLY hate myself

[effyoudumbler]

Notes written while I was going insane 4.02

And even if I get angry

Ill calm down and die anyway

And Ill die anyway

Why

Why live 50 more years

Lemme tell you

In 5 years, Ill say

Ill say

These last five years sucked

In 10 years I’ll say

Ill say

I couldve done so much more this decade but I was unlucky

In 15 years I’ll say

When I’m [XX] years old

I’ll say my body is weaker now

And everything infuriates me

In 20 years Ill say

Why did I even bother staying alive

These last few years were the worst years yet, how could it get worse than this?

In 25 years ill say

See here, now even getting out of bed is hard

I am still unappreciated

And death looms each day

My loved ones have fades away in time

And I am alone

In 30 years I will say

I am so ill lately

Always getting ill, and even [redacted]. everything is too expensive, and everything too boring to go on. And im still alone.

In 35 years I will say

My hair has left me

The colors, the wrinkles set in

My voice is hoarse, and I cannot move well

I hardly sleep, and everyone disrespects me

My brain is foggy now, I wish I didnt waste these last couple years

In 40 years I will say

How am I still alive? i am like a kid again, never leaving, always anxious. Everyone I ever loved, is dead. My family is bigger, but so are my problems. Nobody remembers me, and still no one ever cared.

In 45 years I will say, I am forgetting everything now. I dont even want to bother, let me die. I cant eat most foods, I need medication, and im in a ton of debt. An irreverant generation ignores me, and i have to watch any friend i make die of old age routinely.

In 50 years I will say as I lay dying

Fuck

This was so boring

What a waste of time

I wish I was young again

I wish I was never born

I shouldve died

Why live

Never having ever felt like I belonged

Only was wanted, hunted, dead

In 55 years

I will be entirely forgotten

Rendering anything I did do

As pointless as digging a hole just to fill it back in

So why

Why

Why

There is never a point [redacted]

You can see into the future

There is never a point where you wanted to live

Only to sleep

Even my defiance

I dont care

My hopes

I dont care

Love

Nope

Life

Nada

I dont care

None of those things ever meant anything to me

I wanted someone to understand me

I may as well be a vegetable

If I am alone

[kcnnarys]

just reached chapter 11 of oph 2 and i’m so high rn from edibles i’m already crying 😃

omfg i think i would literally tf pass out godspeed queen

[luvyeni]

The delusion is so strong with this one but i absolutely NEED a fic based on that sext where Lee Know is jealous of Felix and the reader. In absolute shambles at the idea of Felix being in love with y/n and taking any excuse for close proximity and Lee Know being possessive and jealous.. possibly making Felix listen or watch....

LISTENING; MINLIX

pairings. boyfriend!leeminho x fem!reader x felix

wc. 870

warnings. voyuerism, degradation, unprotected sex

i hope you like it 💓! based on this

lee knows felix's is listening on the other side of the door, so he opens it.

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"f..felix is still here- please slow down." he ignored your pleads, his thrust not letting up. everyone was gone , leaving you, lee know and felix alone in the dorms together.

"remember those text earlier love? i thought you wanted him? what was that? you wanted him to finger you, the way he was staring at your pretty tities, i'm surprised he didn't cum right there." lee know knew about felix's little crush, he know the boy wouldn't cross the line, but he couldn't help but feel a bit jealous.

"probably did, the way you bounced them in his face, like a slut." his hips snapped against you. "he's probably listening right now, fisting his cock to your moans." your clenching pissed him off, you were getting off to the thought of felix getting off. "of course your pussy clenches at the thought of something like that, how about i go get him." he pulled out of you, you whined at the sudden loss.

"be patient slut, im giving you what you want." he opened the door, and to your surprise, felix was already outside the door, his cock hard in his sweats. "look he was already there, listening." lee know knew this entire time. "h..hyung i- come inside now." he pulled the boy inside the room.

"go sit on the bed." he ordered the younger boy. "now." the boy avoided looking at you as he slowly made his way to the bed. "don't be shy now, you two were pretty close earlier, you were nearly drooling all over her tits, palming your cock to the thought of fucking my girlfriend outside my bedroom." lee know scoffed.

"pathetic don't you think?"

felix made eye contact with you, eyeing up and down your naked body. "a real fucking beauty isn't she, her pussy is the best, so fucking tight and wet, show him, spread your legs, show him your pretty pussy." he slapped your thighs. you moan, slowly opening your legs.

"l..lee know i need you."

he smirked, bending down to felix's ear, felix gulped, still in shock that this is happening. "hear how she moans for me, and me only." he climbed in between your legs. "go a head im giving you a once and a lifetime chance, fist your cock to the sight of me fucking my pretty baby." he pushed himself back into you. "fuck!" you moaned at the stretch. "t...too big." you tried to wiggle your hip.

"take it slut." he held your hips plowing inside you. felix on the other hand, he didn't know what to do, was this a trick, was he really allowing him to do this, fuck he was hard though, and you did look really pretty.

"what are you doing?" lee know kept thrusting inside you, talking to felix like he wasn't even effect but your cunt tight grip on his cock. "you better hurry up, because once i cum inside her pussy you don't get to cum." he really was giving him permission to do this.

"princess he seems to not understand, i guess your beauty had rendered him stupid, help him take his cock out." felix watched with shock as you shakily reached over, your face fucked out already, sticking your hand in his pants, pulling his hard cock out. his crush is touching his cock, felix could've came right there.

"s..shit that's enough." lee know grabbed your wrist. "be lucky im even letting you see her like this." lee know growled , felix took his cock into his hand , slowly moving up in and down , his head thrown back in pleasure. "s..shit."

you on the other hand were a few thrust away from cumming, and the idea of being watched turning you on. "i bet he wishes it was him fucking you, he'd kill to be me right." lee know spoke like the boy wasn't right there. "fuck lee know!" you moaned. "so tight, look at him, fisting his cock to you." he grabbed your jaw turning your head to look at the boy next to you.

"you're about to cum aren't you?" lee know asked the younger boy. "yah, i asked you a question." felix nodded, his eyes still focused on the way your cunt sucked in his older friends cock. "y..yes."

"see baby, he can't even last long, you're a cockdrunk whore who can last multiple rounds, you think you'll be able to deal with only being able to cum once?" the way lee know talked, turned felix on, pushing him even close. "look at him about to cum like it's his first time- shit! " lee know hips began to stutter.

"l..lee know." you began to feel the knot tighten. "cum, both of you, now." the way he controlled both of you had both of you cumming with a string of curse words.

"take my cum princess- fuck! " your body shuddered as you felt lee know filled your cunt with his seed. "good girl." he kissed your lips, turning to felix, whose cock was softening in his hand.

"i just gave you jerking off material for the next month, now get out so i can fuck my girlfriend until she can't think anymore."

©️LUVYENI

[lonophobic]

“should’ve just begged for me in the first place, huh?”

tartaglia x male reader

tw: smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), top male reader, reader is a sadist, but tartag is a masochist so its all good lmao, binding, crying, begging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, nipple play, reader is mentioned to be a half-god, childe is called a whore once, childe is called ajax for this fic, i think thats it but im not sure lmao

genre: smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

summary: uhh plotless smut lol childe radiates bottom energy so much

a/n: this was supposed to be a small little thirst. small. idk what happened.

part 2!

!not proofread

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y/n could hear ajax’s sobs as his tip leaked precum, a white puddle already resting on his stomach from the previous orgasms. his hands were tied behind his back, immobilizing him and rendering him helpless. you were still thrusting into his tight hole, the two of you covered in a thin layer of sweat. ajax’s back was leaning against the bed frame, yet his head was hanging down as you could hear his pants and soft sniffles. he didn’t even know how many times he had cum that night already, all he knew was that he wanted more- needed more. he felt you slow down, and as he was about to start complaining, he felt your lips against his, bringing him into a surprisingly soft kiss, which was a large contrast to how the two of you looked at that moment. tounges danced with each other as ajax could feel your dick twitch inside him. you pulled back, quickening your pace with a soft groan. you glanced at ajax’s tear- streaked face, then let go of one of his thighs you were holding up to trail up his chest until you were brushing your fingers against his hard nipples, which brought a raspy whimper up his throat. he was getting lost in the moment when you suddenly pinched his nipple, hard. you felt him tighten around you, letting out a hoarse moan while he threw his head back, hearing a bump from his head hitting the bed frame. you put your hand back to his thigh to hold it back up, and replaced your fingers with your mouth- licking, sucking, and biting the hardened nub. you heard him let out another sob as he spasmed around your cock, his cum being so thin at this point that he might as well be squirting water. his back arched off the bed frame, and you slowed down your thrusts until they came to a stop. you were a bit tired too- you cummed quite a bit already inside the harbinger. you were about to pull out to get cleaned up, but you felt your boyfriend bite your neck, keeping you in place.

“where do you think you’re going? i thought you said you’d fuck me dumb today. i expected more from a half-god.”

this made you chuckle- you’ve never met anyone else in your entire eternal life who could handle more rounds than ajax. it made you amused, excitement bubbling from your core.

“fine. we can go further. but-if you really want me to go harder-“

you paused to lean down and kiss his temple, leaning a bit further down to be right next to his ear to whisper-

“you’re gonna have to beg for it, you little whore.”

this sent shivers down ajax’s spine; he smirked, and replied with a snarky response.

“you’ll never see me beg for a good fucking, shouldn’t you just give it to me?”

~

ajax was squirming, openly sobbing. as much as he regretted saying those words to you, every inch of his body seemed to love it. he had been denied orgasm after orgasm, your thrusting and hand jerking him off stopping right at the edge. it was driving him crazy- his eyes rolled to the back of his head, head tilting back as far as it could go before the bed frame stopped it. his mouth open wide as it spilled moan after moan, taking in huge gulps of air as he was fucked right to the edge, just to be pulled back. his tears were falling freely off of his eyes onto his cheeks, mind hazy from the intense feeling he was getting. he could barely process you were talking to him, but your hand gripping his chin to make him face you brought him back to reality.

“you want to cum?”

this sounded like a miracle to ajax; he had been on the edge for archons know how long, hours probably. he was willing to do anything for release at this point.

“YES-yesyesyes, please- please- i’m sorry i said that to you- pleasepleasepleaseplease just let me cum,”

he blurted out, tightening around the cock that had been ruining his insides for the past several hours. this seemed to satisfy you, and you leaned down to kiss his forehead with a soft smile.

“finally decided to listen, huh? well, i guess i could help you, since i’ve had my fun.”

you helped to shift ajax so that he was on his back, and retying his restraints so that they were tied against the bed frame. you suddenly brought his knees to his shoulders, which made ajax stiffen in surprise. when you slammed yourself back inside, he let out a loud, raspy moan that was almost a shout. you gave him no time to recover, pulling out until just the tip of your cock was inside and harshly trusting all the way back in. ajax could feel you so much deeper inside, your tip pressing against his prostate. he moaned loudly at every thrust, hearing the flesh of your hips snap against his bruised ass. you put his legs on your shoulders and leaning down so you could bite at his neck, hard enough to draw blood. you felt ajax’s back lift off of the bed as you sucked on the spot you had bit as you whispered soft praises into his ear, which were hardly processed by the ginger. you glanced down, seeing his stomach bulge with each thrust. as you bit down on another spot, you pressed down on the bulge, which finally pushed ajax over the edge. he screamed, sticky white liquid squirting from his tip. he clenched down hard on your cock, which made you cum as well with a moan. the two of you sat there for a minute, both panting as you calmed down from your highs. after a minute, he heard you chuckle.

“should’ve just begged for me in the first place, huh?”

you heard him laugh weakly, his voice raspy as he responded.

“i’ll be sure to get you back sometime.”

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words: 996

damn i just wanted bottom childe and this is what my rotting brain created 🧍

planning a part 2 where foul legacy!childe tests the limits of his half-god boyfriend 🤗

edit: forgot to add tags lmao