#so i started drawing a face and it looked weird so i added a neck and whatnot

[creatediana]

“Naked lady from memory” - an ink doodle from 4/26/2023 in a friend’s pocket journal

[inf3ct3dd]

HOT TO GO!

warnings: gay ppl (ewwww omg 🙄🙄)

authors note: im a sucker for a barista au, what can i say 😕 also im obsessed w this song rn

5,6,5-6-7-8!

you started prepping the coffee beans, pouring them into a large class container while you moved your head back and forth, music blasting through your headphones.

you loved working the opening shift. most people definitely would not, but giving that you had an insane sleep schedule and were already awake at 4am, you decided to take it.

your favorite part? you worked by yourself.

you had always loved doing weird shit in your room. acting out fake scenarios, having fake concerts, dancing around to music, girly shit!!! but having a roommate, a very reserved quiet girl named amy who went to sleep at 9pm every night (weirdoooo…) you didn’t have very much…freedom.

but the opening shift? you could be as weird as you wanted to. it was basically like your room, if your room was a coffee shop.

you walked into the supply room, still dancing around to your music. you were grabbing random milks and flavorings to bring back to the front, when you started singing into one of the milk containers as you walked back.

you set it down in its proper place, now spinning yourself around and checking that everything was in its place. you bounced on your feet, music still blaring in your ears.

“H-O-T-T-O-G-O U CAN TAKE ME HOT TO GO!”

you suddenly had a background in cheer, singing along to the chant in the song and shaping your arms into the letters, adding in your own random choreography you made up.

you look at the clock, reading [4:45 AM], indicating you’ll be opening soon.

most people didn’t show up til at least 5:30, so you knew you had nothing to worry about, deciding to make yourself a drink.

well, what you cant see cant hurt you, right?

a girl approached the glass entrance of the coffee shop, stopping to read the hours.

you were still lost in your own world, mixing your chai latte while dancing and singing behind the counter. you were very into it, committing to the fake choreo you made yourself for the chorus. you mixed your chai and oat milk together, shaking them in the mixing cup while moving your hips back and forth and switching sides with the cup you were shaking.

the girl quickly noticed you, and a smile crept onto her face as she watched you move around. you didn’t notice her at all, still lost in your musical barista-ing.

you effortlessly scooped some ice into your cup, pouring the latte over it and putting a cap on. you’re moving in an almost perfect rhythm, your movements matching the beats of the song. a cheesy smile is plastered as you finish, drawing a smiley-face on your cup before taking a sip.

you look up to the clock, seeing its now 5:00, and you have to move the “open” sign. you take a sip of your drink first, closing your eyes in contentment as you taste it.

“perfect!”

the girl is still looking at you through the glass, enamored by how happy you are at 5 in the morning. you completely contrasted her. your bright sweater under your overalls, curls pulled up into a high ponytail, and glasses now sitting low on your nose seemed to fit your personality (or her rough impression of it from staring at you for five minutes) perfectly. she almost wishes you don’t notice her, you seem so in your element.

her wishes are not obeyed, as you look over at the door and lock eyes with her almost immediately, slightly jumping at her sudden presence and the fact that she was most definitely staring at you.

how long has she been there….

you lower your headphones onto your neck, music still leaking through.

you look at the girl for a second, taking in her features (or what you can see from across the cafe), and the main note you got was gay.

and kinda hot.

she had redish-brown hair, cut into a mullet stopping at the bottom of her neck. her jade-green eyes were staring right at you, and they perfectly complimented the brown freckles adorning her face. she had layered a dark grey long sleeve with a black band tee, with a pair of greyish-blue jeans and some seriously fucked up converse.

you quickly snap out of your daze, setting your drink down and walking over to the door. you flip the open sign over so it reveals the “open” side to the people entering, and unlock the door for the girl.

“sorry for the uh…wait? i dunno how long you were out there.”

she lightly giggles before walking into the store.

“yeah, you seemed like you were having a good time.”

you offer a laugh in response, walking behind the order counter.

she definitely saw me.

“you know what you want?”

you slightly wince at your words, feeling not very customer-service-y. your nerves were getting the best of you.

“hm…i dunno, whats that?”

ellie gestures towards your drink.

“my favorite! its just a chai latte, but i put oat milk and brown sugar syrup!”

you smile, content with your reply. it clearly rubs off on the brunette, as she smiles back at you.

“does it come with a performance?”

you roll your eyes at her response, laughing slightly.

“nah, gotta pay extra for that.”

you type her order into the cashier, still smiling.

“how much?” she jokingly asks, making the both of you giggle.

you look down at her hands on the counter , fingers slightly tapping it, the sound of her silver rings hitting it quietly repeating.

those are some homosexual hands.

“can i get that hot though? my professors classroom’s fuckin freezing.”

you laugh again, giving her a nod and changing the order in the system.

“is that it, window stalker?”

she chuckles at you.

“should be, twinkle toes.”

you roll your eyes at her, grabbing a cup and your pen.

“you got a real name, or should i just put that?”

“ellie. do you have a real name?”

you give her your name, writing hers down on the cup, along with a heart and some sparkles.

she repeats your name, nodding before paying and leaning on the counter of the pickup area.

you make her drink, still moving around a bit as you make it. you cant help it!!! you’re happyyyy :))

ellies really taking the stalker thing to heart, trying her hardest not to stare. but she CANT, you just look too perfect to not admire. shes never seen someone this giddy at work.

you decide to make a simple heart design with the milk, expertly pouring it into a perfect shape.

you proudly walk over to the pickup area, setting the drink down in front of you.

“here.”

you slide the drink in front of her, a proud smile plastered on your face.

she stares at the drink, face practically lighting up.

“wow, all this for me?”

she says, fake shocked.

a heart? is this how baristas flirt?

“cute drink for a cute girl.”

you look back at her, and see her features overcome by a slight red tint.

she smiles back at you, taking the cup into her hands and turning it over to see her name on the side, adorned with hearts and sparkles. adorable.

without a second thought you walk over to your cashier station. ellies shocked by your sudden disappearance, and slightly disappointed. but she cheers up when she sees you’re writing something down.

you walk back over to her, number in hand, and a cheesy grin on your face.

“here. so you don’t have to sit outside and stare at me anymore.”

she graciously accepts the paper, putting it in her pocket.

“who said this is gonna stop me? i enjoyed the show.”

[lewdangelsou]

cats don't speak

sypnosis || scaramouche ordered some gifts for his lover to try out.

warnings: lower case intentional, mean scaramouche, afab gn! reader (using she/her), filming, fingers down your throat, saliva/spit/drool, choking, dacryphilia, mention of butt plug, heavy degrading, sprinkle of praise. getting called kitty. humiliation.

minors dni

·˚ ༘ not proofread hehe

the pads of his fingers caress the texture of the leather that wrap around her neck, the bell dangling with soft dings. scaramouche smirks, gazing down at herㅡ on her knees on the floor, looking up at him through those pretty long lashes with a hint of shame within her eyes.

"see? it's perfect." his smile was condescending, a type of malice that made her heart pound against her ribcage. scaramouche traces the artificial ears that clipped to her soft hair, he's starting to treat her just like a small pet; delicate and needy.

his lover puckers her lips into a slight pout, the plug nestled deep into that tight cavern of her rear, an uncomfortable yet sensational feeling, the fluffy tail resting in between her thighs. "it feels weird..." she confesses, resting her cheek upon the rough denim of his lap.

the entire ordeal of getting dragged to his bedroom with a nicely wrapped package on his sheets piqued her curiosity greatly, only to reveal that they're merely toys for his entertainment. for his model, his muse, his loverㅡ she's the perfect candidate for his sore eyes. scaramouche doesn't listen to her complaints in the beginning, her sentences falling to deaf ears as each article of clothing strips off of her body just for this act of power.

he tips her head back, "i don't understand you, kitty" a derisive grin spread across his handsome face, causing her very core to tighten from the voltage of adrenaline.

"come on, meow for the camera."

a thick clump of saliva dries her throat as she swallows, a whole weight of shame lay heavy within her head as her pupils gloss towards the camera. she hesitates, ".. me.. mew..?"

despite her best attempt, scaramouche isn't pleased. he pulls at her bottom lip to part them, eyeing the pink interior of her mouth as strings of saliva thread loosely. "i know you look so pathetic but at least try."

".. scaramouche, come onㅡ"

her eyes gape immediately at the flavorless taste of his fingers pushing past her teeth, pressing down on her tongue to silence her protests. as if on an instant, she clicked right back to her place, kneeling before the man who has spoiled her with his morbid affection.

"if you can't meow, why not lick, hm?"

he drags his fingers across the surface of her pink tongue, gently moving in and out of her mouth, suggesting that she puts in the effort for him. through her muddled vision she submits, suckling on his fingers until a rhythm builds that satisfies them both. with each bob of her her head, the bell attached to her collar jingles, only adding to the throb that aches scaramouche's cock.

his indigo eyes watching every detail of the way her pretty lips wrap around his middle and ring finger, glazing them with spit each time she parts from it for a single second before drawing in once more. he groans, voice mixing with the followed slurping noise of her continuous sucking.

"hah.. finally, something you're good for."

her heart quelled, urging herself to go faster, deeper. thus, scaramouche muses at the way she gags at the tips of his digits hitting the back of her throat, feeling his dull nails hit the flesh. tears form to sear her vision and pearl down her flushed cheeks, the thickened tension between them making it difficult to breathe. and through all of this, she doesn't take her eyes away from the lenses of scaramouche's phone as he fails to keep it steady.

she even puts on a show, opening her mouth enough to swirl her tongue around his fingers like an obedient pet, before shoving them deep down her throat once more. drool dribbles down her chin and dripping down to the surface of her cleavage, adding to the pornographic-like feel that is presented to him.

"fuck that's it."

[abbygalz]

💙I love your neck💙

Tag list: Let me know if you wanna be added<3

Requested by @he4v3n : Soft sex w Ghostbur running his hands through his hair as he buries his face in your neck.

Tw: smut, hickeys, swearing, pet names, I feel like I’m missing something so let me know please!

18+ please

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18+ please

Wilbur was a odd boyfriend to say the least, not to say he was weird or anything well to some I guess he was but not to you, you couldn’t really be honest with anyone on who you were dating considering your boyfriend was dead, besides that he is a really great boyfriend! It’s just a bit confusing, sometimes he’s there other times he isn’t there and certain times he is there but doesn’t tell you.

You were brushing your teeth after your shower when you heard footsteps, in the mirror you saw behind you Wilbur appear he ran his fingers through his hair standing close behind you letting his cold hands travel towards your waist. “What do you have tomorrow?” he mumbled as you finished brushing your teeth, “Nothing, just planning on laying around yknow, it’s a Saturday nothing important.” You replied as he placed her head on your shoulder “So if you didn’t get much sleep it wouldn’t be a problem?” He asked as you shook your head, “Why?” you mumbled. “Oh well, I was just thinking..” a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he brought his hand from your waist to your chin. “What would you say about a nice night, I think it would be fun.” He paused “Only if you think it would be fun.”

You nodded “I’d like that..” you mumbled smiling playfully as you felt a heat on your cheeks. Wilbur stared at you for a moment before letting the hand on your chin trail down your body. “Your cute, you do know that right.?” He asked smiling carefully grabbing her hand leading her to the bedroom as you giggled. “Let me know if anything is to much alright?” his voice was gentle and soft, you nodded and he stopped his voice was still soft and gentle yet this time he sounded a bit stern, “I need you to use your words, make sure your paying attention.” He ruffled your hair playfully. “I’ll let you know, I promise.” she giggled. He placed her on the bed carefully climbing on top of her leaning towards her kissing her softly his kisses traveled to your jaw, towards her neck.

Soft sighs of pleasure left your lips as he kissed your neck nibbling softly after a bit he pulled back he seemed flustered and he sat up looking at you his hands going down to the hem of your shirt looking to your eyes for consent. “Go ahead.” You mumbled trying not to show your desperation as he slowly took off your shirt his hands traveling along your torso leaning back in to kiss yours chest down to the hem of your bra his hands slowly reached behind you unclipping it.

“God your beautiful..” he whispered gently groping you, soft gasps and sighs of pleasure left your mouth. He kissed and gently groped your tits for a while before leaning back up whispering again, “So fucking beautiful.” He gently scooted down his hand on the waistband of your shorts, “May I?” He asked and you nodded “Words my love, words.” He chuckled seeing you pout not for long though as you spoke “You may.” Your voice was a bit whiney making him chuckle to himself as he gently pulled your shorts down along with your panties.

“God I love you..” he whispered his hands pushing your thighs apart careful not to hurt you. Slowly but surely he brought his hand to your clit gently rubbing slow circles making you whine. He was gentle and soft with you starting to prep you not wanting to hurt you. Drawing moans from your lips, his fingers were slow inside you easily pleasuring you as he stretched you out. “Fuck-keep moaning..” he mumbled making you moan as he hit a spot making your back arch.

His thumb went to your clit rubbing soft circles as his fingers still moving slowly inside you hitting your sweet spot you let moans and whimpers fall from your lips. He was blinded by lust, he genuinely loves you so so so much. After preparing you for the main even he carefully got up sliding his pants and boxers off carefully climbing back on top of you.

“Let me know when your ready.” He spoke his voice was soft and gentle there was no impatience whatsoever he was waiting for you. “I’m ready.” You mumbled and he slowly lined himself up slowly pressing in so he wouldn’t cause to much discomfort. He slowly pushed all the way in looking to you studying your face for any discomfort, he sat there for a while tucking her head in your neck softly kissing and nibbling waiting for the slightest whimper to leave your lips indicating he should start moving. He kissed and nibbled all over your neck never biting roughly any spots he thought he nibbled to hard in her licked for a while to ease any soreness.

Finally a short gasp left your lips you nodded and he sat back up running his fingers through his hair before putting his weight on the hand above your shoulder and placing his free hand in your hip slowly pulling out then pushing back in his thrusts were slow and steady small grunts left his lips soft moans leaving yours, as the moans grew louder his thrusts picked up pace, he never went fast though not unless you asked for it.

“God you look beautiful..” his free hand traveled from your waist to your chin leaning in to kiss you lovingly once he leaned up his hand traveled from your chin to your chest his gentle hands softly groping and massaging your tits. Neither of you normally lasted that long, considering he is a ghost and has been dead for years, years with no sex and you, you just didn’t last long he didn’t seem to care though, if anything he preferred it.

You started to squirm under him and he leaned down kissing your neck again you stuttered and whimpered moaning in his ear because of how his head was in your neck after a while you finally got a choppy sentence out “I’m gonna cum..” he leaned up and you looked in his eyes lustfully “go ahead, I’m here.” His hand went down to your waist then your clit making your orgasm crash over you, everything was nice and soft he helped you through it all. He slowed down a bit so he wouldn’t overstimulated his orgasm was right behind yours. “Where at?” He asked you his hand gently traveling up your sides, you wrapped your legs around his waist signaling where. he came in you, lazily and slowly thrusting a few more times before pulling out and showering you with small kisses. “I love you, I love all of you I love love you so much!” He whispered making you giggle he kissed your neck one last time. “I love your neck,” he paused running his fingers through his hair. “A lot.” Making you giggle.

He helped you into a his shirt putting your panties back on, putting his boxers on himself. He gently got in bed pulling you close to him kissing your forehead resting his head in your neck as you both fell asleep.

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I’m so sorry if this is shit! I kinda expected it, it’s my first time writing smut haha

[kazbrekkerscrutches]

Xavier Thorpe - Take my hands

Warnings: Mention of burial, dark humor(like at one place), overall fluff, scratches

Words: 1.8k

GN PRONOUNS

Trope/Context: Reader is antisocial, not related to Wednesday Addams, but is the MC (storyline modified), Childhood friends to lovers <3, slowburn (A/N: One of my favorite tropes lmao, enjoy!)

Black settled into my room. Not the usual morning sunshine.

Rain and clouds.

Ever since I got to this school, nature has been turning darker and darker everyday. My own room, shared with dear Enid feels even more hollow than usual.

“You have to wake up, Y/N!”

“Yes Enid, you could wake up the dead with that perfume you spray on everyday.” I replied snarky.

“Rude.” I watched her get out of the room after I took off the covers from me.

I liked her, maybe it was a secret to anyone in my life, but I do like her. She is nice. Probably the nicest person you could ever meet that doesn’t kill people for fun.

My visions have been more intense recently. Anything I touch makes me afraid that I will discover something about it. It is scary; that pleasant feeling of being touched by a live wire, but not every minute of everyday.

For some obscure reason, I could not get a certain person out of my head.

Not Enid, you may ask, but a certain seer.

Xavier.

It is not for the usual teenage gossip type of thinking. He is my prime suspect as of whom the beast may be. The Hyde. The hidden Jekyll.

Everything about his behaviour, timing, thinking seems to fit so perfectly. Too perfectly.

“Thing. Please write something to you know who. Don’t make it cheesy. Make it brief.”

I turned my head to look at Thing only to ear a thumbs up from him. Well, that may be good enough to talk to a hand.

As I walked to go to class, that darkness felt even more closer. Like it was following me from behind my back. It felt like a tick was tickling my brain, to try and tell me something.

I arrived in class, only to find Xavier sketching something in his book. I approached silently only to find him adding shading to a cello.

My cello.

My instrument.

My brain cannot deal with this right now.

“Hi Y/N, always a pleasure seeing you around.” Xavier turned around, offering me a warm smile. That turned something in a stomach. Good? Bad? Weird?

I’ll take weird.

“Felt inspired by my serenade?” I offered him my signature glare, looking over his shoulder to see his drawing.

“Truly inspiring.” He turned back to his drawing, leaving me behind him.

Those scratches on his neck, so curious. No wonder he is my primary subject.

“Stop glaring and sit down. I don’t bite.” He whispered. I snapped out of my mind, sat down besides him.

“I do like biting.” He looked up from his drawing, my Y/E/C eyes. His beautiful green eyes. He smirked a little bit before Ms. Thornhill started her class.

I don’t know what I was supposed to feel. How I was supposed to feel. Yes, he is my prime suspect but he saved me from Rowan. He was always somewhere, lurking in the shadows. My shadow not longer felt like one.

[Flashback]

“Help! Please someone help!” I heard screams coming from the casket. Hell, did that boy’s godmother come back from hell?

That thing did not sound like a women. More like a boy. I moved around the purgatory only to find a big red button with STOP on it.

“Ridiculous.”  I pressed on it; the coffin stopped its way into the pit of fire. I opened the coffin only to find the boy. We were supposed to play hide and seek.  

“What are you doing in here? This isn’t a place to hide” Xavier looked up at me with weary eyes.

“I thought it was original. Thank you though.” He got out of the coffin, still towering me with his height.

“You lost.” A smirk appeared on my face and we both walked away to back out there.   

[Present, time skip]

I was wondering where Xavier had run to. He always abandons me for some random artistic calling of his. Thing appeared before me, updating me with some desperate news.

He handed me the note I had mention to give to Xavier.

Awn, Y/N Y/L/N has feelings for me.

Cute, though I know Thing wrote that.

Meet me in the cabin. 9 p.m.

Xavier

Weirdly, I felt my heart beat way faster than it normally should. I feel ill, not in a pleasant way, terrible ill way.

“I will end you, Thing.” He apologized immensely before pointing to something around the place.

He pointed the note, which looked like it was covered in some kind of dust. I did not look like dry paint or led dust. Ashes. How thoughtful.

He must know that I am suspicious of him; that I think he is the Hyde.

The darkness settled again, as if it was telling me that I was wrong; that my track was far from where I was headed. I pushed it away, snapped a glace at my clock only to find the time running fast. 8:51 p.m.

I have to go. Hopefully I make it out alive, and sane.

[Xavier’s art studio]

I knocked two times.

I’m hilarious, I’m aware.

“My favorite dead body has arrived!” He almost screamed as he opened the door.

He was wearing a red shirt, hair still damp and sweatpants low on his hips. As much as I hated to admit it, he had some sort of effect on me. I suddenly felt hot, uncomfortable in my own skin. I almost felt a smile creep up on my face.

“Tad bit dramatic.” I snarked, passing through him and the door. “I hope those weren’t you godmother’s ashes you sent.” His clean and fresh scent filled my head. Comforting.

He turned to me, closing the door behind him. He leaned on the door frame, crossed his thin long arms around his chest.

“Maybe, maybe not.” He looked at me dead in the eye. “What did you want to talk about?” The paintings surrounding me were dark and were all filled with the Hyde’s face. I had never actually been in here before but he caught me trying to get in.

“What is it of the Hyde that captivates you so, Xavier?” I turned around every wall to have a better look at his artistry.  

“I keep having dreams about it. The only way I can get it out is by drawing it, even if it ends up with me getting scratched by my own drawing.” I snapped around to look at him rubbing his neck. There were three long scratches along it. I had noticed.

“Do they hurt?” Is a question I never thought I would’ve asked in my entire life. He tilted his head, approached me softly. He towered me even more than I would’ve thought.

He bent down to whisper in my ear. “Why aren’t you asking if I did this to myself?” He bent a little; looking at me dead in the eye.

“You have no reason to do this to yourself. I know you.” His gaze softened.

“You don’t think I’m the Hyde, then?” Shoot. He figured it out.

He stayed right where he was and I did not give him the satisfaction of fear or yet defeat in my eyes.

“Prove me you're not the Hyde, Xavier. Tell me I’m wrong.” I almost pleated, blinking endlessly.

“How can I prove this to you, Y/N? You are stubborn yet so deep into your theories.”

“Where were you when Eugene was attacked? If you tell me, you were here, and not wondering in the middle of the forest, I will believe you and drop this.” I sighted. “Please, tell me you weren’t out there.”

He stared almost blankly into my eyes. He stood up straight, passed his hands into his long hair and turned back to face me. “Take my hands, seek your answers.”

I could tell he was disappointed that I had asked him that. I dropped my bag on the floor, approaching him as slowly as he was.

His touch felt comforting and warm against my feverish skin. My head pulled back as I felt myself going under.

…

I woke up only to find Xavier hold me in his lap, passing his fingers in my hair softly, still holding one of my hands with his.

“Did you get your answers?” I nodded, proving to myself that he was not the Hyde.

“I’m… I’m sorry I doubted you. I shouldn’t have. You were the only person loyal to me, maybe except Thing.” I sat up from his lap, looking at him, both of us sitting on the floor of his Art space.

“Don’t be. We aren’t ten anymore. You know I’m innocent and I would’ve never, on my godmother’s grave have hurt all of those people and I think you may know that better than anyone.” Thunder roared behind us, I still felt his hand on mine but I did not pull away.

His Adam’s apple bobbed down a couple of times, as he looked at me deeply in the eyes.

“What did Thing tell you, in the note?” I nervously swallowed, his presence making me feel like a hormonal teenager.

“He told me that you, missy, have the biggest crush on me but is way too shy and antisocial to tell me. Is that true?” He tilted his head a little, making his hair brush his cheek.

I felt my own heart rush out of my chest. Thing was not lying.

“Thing isn’t lying.” I whispered lowly, tilting my head down. He reached his hand to tilt it back towards him.

As we were still close, he bent down to reach my ear, breathed in, and out making shivers run down my back.

“I hope you liked my godmother’s ashes or shall I say charcoal powder in the reply note.” He paused. I smirked slightly against his fiery skin.

“I like you too, Y/N.” He didn’t pull away but tilted my head once again towards him; making me look at his lips, green eyes, soft yet strong features.

I breathed shakily and leaned towards him. I felt his lips brush my own before he softly placed his lips upon mine. Electricity ran through me, with the satisfying after burn which was my heart heating up.

The darkness I had felt slowly pulled away, leaving my soul, and leaving at a certain state of peace.

His hand was soft against the skin of my cheeks, his lips soft yet delicate and passionate felt incredible on mine. He pulled away only to do it again, and again, and again.

I pulled away after a few second, feeling my heart flying like a hummingbird. “Not so bad?”

“Not bad at all, incredible if I must.” His gaze lightened, as he pulled me to kiss him again.

Two teenagers kissing on the floor of an art studio, two childhood best friends turned into…

Lovers.  

[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 4

NIGHT TERRORS: Luis Serra x fem!reader

Summary: Waking up from a nightmare and feeling afraid isn't easy get through - unless you have someone who can comfort you.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

My Spanish is horrible, so I apologize if something isn't written the way it should be written or if the word is used in the wrong context.

Warnings: swearing, references to PTSD, hurt/comfort

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Her eyes snapped open as she sat up quickly, almost rolling of the bed while doing so. Her forehead was shining from drops of sweat, her legs were shaking from fear. With her heart pounding faster than usual she looked around the still dark room and when she recognized it as her own, she tried her best to calm down and settle her heartbeat and breathing back to normal.

Nightmares like this weren't anything new, she got used to it by now, but it didn't mean they got less scary or uncomfortable. She woke up like this many times, late at night or at dawn finding herself unable to go back to sleep.

She pulled her legs up to her chest, hugged them and rested her head on her knees. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

Ever since Spain the nightmares became worse and worse. She was already a mess during the night before the events there, but now it sometimes became unbearable. Too many horrible events accured in Spain while looking for Ashley Graham with Leon. Too many close calls, too many wounds that scarred. Too many accidents involving almost loosing a loved one.

The last one was the worst and with that was the main plot of her night terrors. She often envied the people who can forget these kind of things easily, the people who can let go. She can't.

" 'Everything all right, cariño?" the voice sounded sleepy, but was gentle regardless. Her heart jumped at the sudden noise as it broke the silence, but immediately settled back down when she recognized who it belonged to.

"Yeah, it was just a nightmare."

Sometimes it was still weird, knowing she's not alone and knowing she isn't sleeping alone in her bed. It was also comforting, really comforting - especially when the person she was dreaming about, the person she lost in her dream started to draw gentle circles into her back, then into her shoulder blades.

She heard movements and then felt a presence next to her. Luis sat up and put his right arm around her, using the other to make her look at him while also being as tender as possible. She looked at him, examined all of his features and gestures, trying to memorize the way his lips are moving and the way his eyes are shining.

He was all right, he was next to her and they were far-far away from Spain.

"Do you want to talk about it, querida?"

She hid her face in his neck and closed her eyes, enjoying the way he feels and the way he smells. It felt nice - having someone for comfort like this, a lover who hugs her and talks to her softly.

"I dreamt that I lost you." she said quickly, wanting to get the sentence out as fast as possible to get through the pain it brought. "I don't want to loose you."

"You didn't loose me, cariño, I'm here thanks to you. I owe you my life." his grip on her tightened and she pressed a kiss to his neck.

"You helped me get the damned plaga out of me and the others. We are even."

He brushed some hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Do you want to get back to sleep?"

"I just wanna lay down with you." she started, then quickly added: "Please, corazón?"

He let out a small laugh before lying down with her, making sure she was as close to him as possible.

"Your Spanish improved."

"Yeah, it had to improve. I didn't understand half the things you called me."

"I can always translate it to you if you ask."

She just chuckled. "Yeah, the last time I asked what something meant you lied to me."

They left it at that and just laid there close to the other. She rested her head on Luis's chest while she caressed his shoulder. Meanwhile, he continued to draw patterns into her skin where her shirt didn't cover her back.

Her uneven breathing finally settled down and the only reason her heart was beating faster than it should, was the fact that Luis was the one lying next to her. It was nice to experience how tamed and actually romantic he could be when he was with her. Sure, his flirting was still there sometimes and the pet names he called her were getting out of hand, but now she wasn't just a señorita.

Her hand touched the scar on his chest, what got there when the plaga was removed. She loved that scar, even if it brought back some unwanted memories. The scar meant that without Luis she and her companions would've never got out of Spain alive. It meant that he was a good guy even if he acted like the man her mother warned her about. To Hell with her warning, nothing in the world will take this man away from her.

The scar also made her remember that he has another one on his back. It's still a darker shade of red and it'll never heal perfectly. The wound was way too deep for it to look like a tiny cut. That damn scar was the reason she had nightmares about loosing him. That was the reason why she was afraid to look at the other side of the bed in the morning, afraid that she'll see no one, afraid that she'll have to realize Luis is dead.

Sometimes she thought about what would've happened if she wasn't there with them - with Luis and Leon - that day. The knife Krauser threw made a nasty wound and when he pulled the piece of metal out, her lover was very close to dying - either from blood loss or from pain. She didn't even dare to think about it.

She climbed closer to Luis and hugged him tighter. She shouldn't think about 'what if's. To put and end to her train of thought, she kissed the scar he had on his chest.

"Thank you." she whispered.

"For what?"

"For being here with me."

"You should say a thank you for yourself as well, querida. You were a real nice doctor."

"Yeah, I managed to keep the ladies' man alive."

"I was only your man long before that."

"Yes, you were." she said with a small, happy smile, not even trying to hide it from him. "I was probably the only woman your flirting was working on." she teased.

"I achieved my goal, it seems."

Her cheeks became a lighter shade of pink, the thoughts about 'what if's long forgotten. He succedded in comforting her and making her forget about the fear she felt after she woke up.

She leaned up to give him a kiss, doing her best to put an honest thank you and I love you into it. Then she closed her eyes and let the soft patterns, what he was still drawing into her skin, put her back to sleep, this time being a hundred percent sure he'll be next to her when she wakes up.

[dorims]

make you fix me [ sneak peak ]

gif creds @/endiness

roman roy x therapist!reader

wc. ~550

genre. fluff, angst,

spiraling into a more than confusing dynamic, roman roy's relationships have always disrupted the balance between professionalism and an HR complaint. It wasn't his fault his authentic-roy-ways didn't follow the 'being a decent human being' guidebook. People fell in love with their therapists all the time anyway, and being a nepo-baby billionaire didn't save him of that fate.

tags. WORKING TITLE, NO BETA AS OF RN, prone to grammar mistakes !! the story is set some time after s4 as of rn, gif is not representative of the timeline this takes place in, allusions to abuse, being dismissive of therapy, roman uses the word looney as an insult once, tags will be added as the story progresses, these are mainly for the text below the cut

a/n. this is a little sneak peak of one my wips! the full document has 3.5k words ish but im aiming for at least 7k, maybe a little more. if anyone wants to join the tag list for this fic please send me an ask off anon or with your url

“Are you writing that down?” He frowned, “why are you writing that down? I literally just said I wasn’t.”

Yet again, another bold demonstration of your therapeutic ineptitude. You dared to look up at him for a couple of seconds too long, scanning him over until his eyes widened in confusion while he jostled his hands in the air, preparing to retaliate. But just when he started stringing words together, you decided to start what seemed like a new sentence.

“What are you even writing?!” He wanted to tear all his hair from the roots. “I haven't said anything!”

“Well, you have.”

“It doesn’t matter!” Groaning in protest, he scooted closer to the edge of the couch, almost like he wanted to stand up. “I said nothing that means anything.”

“Then,” you clicked your pen, and his gaze immediately zeroed in on your fingers toying with the shiny metal. He gulped, knowingly so, like waiting for the stationary to stab him in the neck. But nothing had happened, and instead, he missed the way you [had noticed] “There’s nothing you should worry about.”

His shoulders dropped with the heavy weight of being scrutinized. One would have thought he would’ve been used to it by now. But from experience, he had learned that the everlasting bitterness of getting examined under a microscope would always linger. No matter what he tried, the only way of coping with it was to wait for it to pass with his tail between his legs. 

“Can you just like stop? Writing?” With his elbows resting on his knees and his face burrowed against the nook of his hands, his voice came out pityingly muffled, much like the hint of the child he had been tasked to cast aside way too soon.

 “Why?”

“Because, it’s, fuckin’ weird?” He forced himself to stare straight at the spot right between his Oxfords, shaking his head in disbelief as he attempted a laugh. “I’m not paying you to scribble on your looney book.”

You had hummed once more, and he had wanted to tell you to stop. With his gaze still zeroed on the floor, he failed to notice how the plain Moleskin had been pushed to the side, neatly closed in a genuine display of concern. Or as genuine as a therapist would allow themselves to be during their first session. 

“Then what are you paying me for?”

“To like, you know,” he shrugged in disbelief. “Ask me to draw a stick figure under the rain and tell me how to fix this.”

“Fix this?”

“Yeah, this.” The words had left his tongue sitting, heavy in his mouth, and the rest that wanted to tumble out felt foreign in size and shape, though similar in weight to that of shame. The same one that had seeped from between his teeth and gums and skin countless times when the inconceivable consequences of his actions caught up to him growing up. Shame so thick it would put blood to shame, though they sure shared the same taste. And it had always been easier to spit it out in private, drown the aftertaste with fierce scrubbing and hide the searing imprints on his cheeks underneath the covers. But the walls surrounding him were no longer the ones in his childhood bedroom, and you were still waiting on an answer. “Fix, I don’t know…me?”

[missthirsty]

TW: NSFW Touching (female is touched) + Established Relationship.

-> Female Reader

Sejanus’s lips tasted sweet like honey, his dark curls tickling your forehead as he kissed you with feverish passion. 

You felt hot, skin tingling with anticipation. You never did anything this intimate with anyone else but with Sejanus it was different. It felt right. 

“Is this okay?” he asked, pulling away from the kiss to look you in the eyes and for a moment there, you forgot how to breathe, losing yourself in the depth of his big brown eyes until the hand that was placed on your naked belly slided lower and his fingers played with the hem of your panties. 

Your insides twisted as Sejanus slowly dragged his fingers across the exposed skin of your lower stomach, drawing circles. He leaned for a brief kiss and you followed after his lips when he parted. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to go further.” he said, his gaze soft as he looked at you. You almost melted at his words, feeling your heart burst with how much love you have for the dark-haired boy. 

“I want it.” you assured him, pressing yourself more against the side of his body, your nipple rubbing against his chest. “I want you, Sej.” 

He nodded and his lips attached themselves back to your lips, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth. You held your breath at the feeling of his fingers sliding underneath the silky fabric of your panties. 

The tip of his fingers were warm, quickly finding the small pearl which causes you to jolt at the contact. 

“Oh!” you exclaim, eyes briefly closing at the fluttering pleasure that ignites in your lower belly. “Feels…weird.” 

The corners of his mouth curled at that and he buried his face in your neck, his hot breath hitting the skin, increasing your sensibility, the tingles of pleasure quickly growing from his slow movement of his hand. 

“Feels good? You like it?” he purred against your skin.

Your back arched a bit, desperate for more friction and Sejanus immediately obliged, adding more pressure onto your clit forcing a small moan from you. 

“Oh god, Sej.” you breathed, “it’s so…” 

“So what?” he asks, a mischievous undertone in his voice, “C’mon, say it. Use words.” 

The speed of his fingers made it harder for you to ratiocinate but somehow you managed to spill them off you, stuttering as you spoke. 

“Yes! Gosh, it feels so so good…” you trailed off, biting your lip as Sejanus started to suck on your neck and shoulder. “Too good.” 

Your whole body writhed, blood roaring in your ears as the orgasm promptly approached you. The knot inside you tightened quickly as Sejanus worked his fingers, rubbing your clit with a pace that had you feeling lightweight - a new type of pleasure that you had never reached before, not even on the occasions you touched yourself with your own fingers. 

“That’s it, baby.” Sejanus whispered in your ear,  “You close? Cause I want you to come all over my fingers, I really do.” 

His deep hoarse voice was the final trigger for you to come undone, the slightly hysterical moan suppressed by Sejanus’s lips as the pressure exploded into intoxicating pleasure. 

Your body went limp, your mind in a hazy cloud and the only thing you were mildly aware of was the warmth that came from Sejanus’s body, his big arms holding you against him and his hand pushed your face to tuck it on his shoulder. 

“You did amazing, sweetheart.” he gently said, lips connecting with your forehead as he brushed away stray hairs that had glued themselves to your cheek. “I love you” 

A soft smile made its way to your lips as you comfortably laid in his broad chest, surrounded by his warm embrace and sweet words.

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[foster-the-moths]

adam from the weird tmc dream i had last night. more doodles and also an explanation under the cut

^these were my notes from last night LMAO. i was really tired. i remembered more as i was drawing. basically i was adam and i went into the vol 2 basement(?) and there was a tv (i think) and it was showing me advertisements for microwave dinners (one of them was fettuccine alfredo w peas) and some sort of news segment about a resident evil fan convention (????). can't remember what the 'evil merchant' was about??? anyways. kept walking and it became a brutalist concrete hallway with a glass ceiling and there was a fucked up creature behind the glass

^looked like that. its eyes kept following me. at some point the ceiling was concrete again but it was bleeding?? and then my body started splintering apart and it was basically catalyst but worse

^me (as adam) looking up at the ceiling as i became a creature. blood was dripping down the walls etc. some notes abt what i looked like after i transformed (some of this wasn't actually in the dream but i made shit up based on what my body felt like):

-iris/pupils have stopped bleeding, are now 'cracking' outwards (no clue what my eyes looked like. but there was a LOT of blood/'blood' on my face)

-mouth and teeth fused together, can't open (i couldn't open my mouth in the dream)

-two new mouths run down face from eyes. both have tongues and are fully functional (i remember having the vertical mouths w the tongues. super weird feeling. i licked my eye on accident it was gross)

-mouths on neck are cosmetic, not functional (i added them for fun. in the dream they were just holes i think)

-left shoulder got shifted around so much that it just sticks up like that. arm is broken and can't move much. (very stiff movement, just kind of hung there)

-just has a hole in the middle of chest. ribs are mostly normal but some of them can move/curl up like centipede legs. some ribs were sticking out of my back also (i think. felt like it at least)

-right arm got stretched out and fused to side of body, had to use it to walk (in the dream the hand itself was normal i just wanted to draw a weird hand. the arm rest of the arm was still weird tho)

-left leg was relatively normal, just a bit stretched out and broken.

-right leg was. long. it kept getting longer as i tried to limp away, until i stopped and then it stayed that length. i walked on the 'knee' and dragged the rest of it behind me

-also my bones were just. broken. just stabbing myself accidentally bc they stuck out weird and were VERY sharp. moving sucked

and thats all i remember. i know there was SOMETHING going on like. a plot or whatever but i forgot it :( like there was a REASON there was a beast in the ceiling but i cant remember WHY. oh well i got a sick alt adam design out of it lol. sort of. want to make an au based off of this ngl LMAO

[sgrplmjnxxx]

Hey fren, is there a possibility you could show us how you draw Fort Max’s big ass head? I struggle with the little overhang in the front - loveofbots

Waaa! Hello there! Im glad you asked and Im willingly here to help you with that!

Although,Im not a really an expert for tutorials. So please bear with me with some grammatical errors qwq

long post ahead!

Okay,so here it is: I. Angles and shapes

First off,you need to determine his head angle. I used some angles from the existing pics of Fort Max from MTMTE for this owo When you do,try to make a basic shape. In other words,draw a box. So when you draw a box,it should be look like 3D-ish like my illustration above. Fortress Maximus has a very Square-shaped individual and his head shape could vary in some angles and may inconsistent. (my brain is not brainging atm)

II. Drawing For drawing,now I picked the 3/4 angle because it's easy,lol.

I started sketching his head with a circle first and then proceed to add the box shape. The top of his head is not completely flat,but more like curved. But it won't be neccessary later on,I think? (It's just my liking when sketching tho qwq). Then you see a shaded part so it looks like 3D-ish,and I added a jawline and neck.

Next,drawing his face and neck. It didn't go the way the base looks like,but you could overlap on some areas if you needed to (such as chin,jawline,forehead,etc..). Btw,you can use the lasso tool and transform tool to adjust the angle for you liking.

Then,you draw a slightly elevated angular square for his brim.(similar to this lego piece,lmao). Also,you can add his side thingy-stuff (ii have no idea what are those called). I preferrably draw those things angular,but you can draw it straight up a rectangle and more easier.

Then add that little thing in the middle like most every cybertronian have. Again,repeat the same "Slightly elevated angular square" but its now a triangle-rectangle hybrid.

Also,try to make it look like buried within the brim. (It still depends on you if you want it on top or look pushed down)

I erased some of his forehead and jawline. And Ta-Da! This looks cursed af,but we're getting there! Final step is to add his antlers or horns.

I finally added his horns/antlers! his horns/antlers could vary in shapes too! some examples seen on the lower right,but ive seen more than that!

keep in mind that to flip/mirror the canvas if you drawing those so you can be aware if it looks weird

Add that smol half square between his helm and antlers

and we're almost done! added some details too You can also add those "shadows" on his eyes,like in the idw comics. Max eyes looks a bit small and weird,but it can be fix by erasing some parts to make his eyes looks better.

Finallly...Done!

I made some few minor adjustments for my liking.

I hope you find this tutorial helpful,this is my first ever tutorial i made. It may not be 100% percent accurate,but you get some ideas. Also,I really appreaciate that you asked me for this and it makes me very happy!

Also some bonus side profiles sketch i made last week or so:

Fort max,Inferno and Red alert

my brain is not entirely functioning since i woke up middle of the night and,decided to make a tutorial instead of staring in the darkness qwq

[asumofwords]

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello angels, thank you so much for your patience for this chapter! I am feeling better but have a little bit of brain fog, so apologies if there are any spelling errors in this chapter. Enjoy &lt;3

Chapter 54: New Life

You followed your line of sight up the hand that sat on your shoulder, to the arm clad in grey robes, the shoulder in just the same, until you met the greying and wrinkled face of a familiar Maester.

He looked down at you, eyes concerned as his mouth moved.

You blinked.

The room was dark again. 

When had it grown so dark?

“Princess?” The Maester asked, and you shifted your head.

The windowsill beside you was empty.

Lucerys no longer sat beside you and you wondered when he had left. His dark hair, and deep eyes were not looking at you, nor his small presence there to calm you.

“Princess?” The Maester asked again, fingers gripping your shoulder harder. 

You turned to look at him again, nodding your head slowly, as you gradually came back to the room. You let your hand come to touch at your lips roughly. The cut was still there.

This was real. 

It was all real.

The wedding.

The assault.

You nodded again, letting your eyes flit up to his as he stared down at you.

Movement behind him caught your gaze. 

Alicent stood in the chambers, with Aemond by her side as they watched you, faces blank. Alicent stood in a stiff necked, green gown, her Seven Pointed Star heavy around her neck, whilst Aemond was in his usual black attire, though his patch was snuggly fit upon his face.

Why was he covering it?

“I asked if you were feeling well, Princess.” The Maester started again, drawing your attention back to the man in front of you, hand on your shoulder. 

“F-“ Your throat was dry, and the word could scarcely start, nor finish itself. You cleared your throat, mouth full of cotton as you attempted to respond again. 

“Fine.” You hoarsely whispered, keeping your eyes on the man. 

You shifted in your seat, moving to make yourself stand, but as soon as you shifted you winced, pain shooting back through you, though duller than the day before.

How long had you been sitting there?

The Maesters hands came to steady you as you stood, eyes roaming your face as both hands kept on your shoulders. The man turned his head, uttering to a maid in the far side of the room, who came swiftly over to the both of you, offering you a cup of water. 

You eyed it for some time, before a shaky hand came to grasp it, lifting it up to your parched lips where you drank it in one gulp. The cool liquid sat heavily in your stomach and you felt hunger pangs begin to build and nausea roil.

“You must eat, Princess.”

You nodded, feeling yourself sway as pain ripple up your core. You let yourself take one last glance at the windowsill, hoping to see Lucerys there once more beside you. 

But he was not there.

Just empty space.

When you turned back, Aemond was watching you with a furrowed brow. 

You cleared your throat, voice feeling foreign in your body.

“Thank you, Maester.” You croaked.

It felt so weird to speak. 

It did not feel like you.

You tuned to look at the maid who had brought you the water, “Please, bring my supper to the chambers.”

The Maester’s hands were still on your shoulders, fingers twitching as you spoke. You shivered as you felt the gazes of all in the chambers.

You felt like prey.

You let a small smile grace your lips. 

You have faked being put together plenty of times before, what was another? 

You could not show them you were broken.

They would be like sharks in the water, smelling your blood.

You looked over at Alicent and Aemond, letting your eyes graze over the both of them.

“I fear the chill of the Keep has made me fall ill. I was seeking warmth from the sun by the window.”

“Why not sit by the fire?”

You blinked at Alicent, who’s head tilted.

“Why indeed.” You let an unnatural laugh fall from your lips, causing you to wince at the noise, “It was a long journey back to the Keep, and I find myself unsettled.” The smile stretched your cheeks painfully.

Unnaturally.

You took unsteady steps towards them both.

Aemond’s eye never left you as you moved. And though his face was carefully schooled, you could see in the tiniest of ways that he was watching you very, very closely.

For signs of cracks in the mask that you wore. 

You turned to look back at the Maester, dropping the smile momentarily before placing it back to turn and look at the others. The maid still stood to the side as you faced the Dowager Queen and her son.

“Now,” You grinned at Aemond, “If you wouldn’t mind, I would like to spend some time with my Lord Husband.” 

You took determined steps forward, despite your heart rising into your throat. You had to force yourself forward towards him, before reaching out a shaky hand to loop it into his arm. He was warm, and smelt as he always did, and it made you feel more, and more unnerved.

Memories of your wedding night flooded your mind as you held onto him, desperately holding down the bile that rose in your throat. You remembered the way he had touched you. How rough he had been with you. How he had hurt you, and tore you open.

How he had made you cry and bleed below him, and how he had not stopped.

The room was uncomfortably still as you forced yourself to look up at him and smile, it almost looked like a grimace.

The One-Eyed Prince looked down at you, eye looking to where you had looped your arm around his, noticing your hand clenched into a tight fist to steady yourself. The same fist that had the large gash in it. 

The pain was the only thing grounding you. 

His lip twitched and a low hum came through his chest, vibrating up your arm. 

You let your gaze fall to Alicent who watched you with wary eyes, before nodding to the Maester, who excused himself with a bow, leaving with the maid who left to the kitchens to fetch your supper.

The auburn haired woman let her gaze flit between you and her son, before leaving the room. You watched her turn and leave, curled hair cascading down her back, where she disappeared out the chamber doors. As soon as the knight shut the large wooden doors with a heavy thud, you jerked your arm out from Aemond’s, and stumbled back a few steps away. 

Putting distance between you and your husband.

You sucked in a steady breath and let your anxious hands brush down the sides of your gown in habit, all while Aemond watched you like a hawk.

Or more suitably like a vulture, circling above you, waiting for your first sign of weakness.

You stepped away from him, putting the round dining table between you and your uncle, letting a hand come to wipe at your mouth, acrid taste on your tongue from the false smile you had laid bare to the chambers.

“Quite the performance you gave.” Aemond mocked.

You scoffed, “And what would you have me do?”

“I thought you had gone mad.”

“A madness you would have driven me to.”

Aemond stepped towards the table, keeping it between the both of you. His eye roamed up and down your figure as he drank you in. You assumed you looked pale, and gaunt from days of not eating or drinking water, nor sleeping.

Days of grief, and pain in solitude. 

“Have you given up?” He asked, head tilted.

“There is nothing to give.” You met his violet eye.

You pulled the chair out from the table, sitting gently in it, holding in a whimper at your bruised core. He watched you manoeuvre yourself to sit on its edge, favouring one side of your hip as to not put complete pressure on yourself. Your eyes dropped to the table in front of you.

In the centre of the table, upon its wide surface was a pile of books. Nestled amongst the stack of brown and black leather, loose sleeves of parchment skewed out from certain tomes, was a book familiar to you.

Your book.

Faded red cover, gold writing, and all.

You looked at it longingly, as your fingertips itched to reach out and grasp it. To bring it to your chest and hold.

The one last thing in the Keep which held fond memories for you. 

But now that it was in these chambers, you feared it too would soon be tainted by Aemond.

Your husband clicked his tongue as he watched you, “Will you eat?”

You took your gaze from the books to him.

He stood just as he were, looking down at you, observing the way you sat, the way you held yourself and the way you so clearly yearned to reach forth and grasp your book.

You let your eyes drop back to the table, not answering him.

“You will need to if you are to have the strength to kill me.” He mocked.

“Are you going to rape me again?” You snipped, letting your gaze rise back to him.

All playfulness dropped from his face as he looked at you. His eye no longer glinted in amusement, nor false pride. You watched as his tongue pushed into the side of his cheek, as if stalling his response.

“Only if you force me to.”

It was said so casually. 

So matter of fact, that all you could do was chew the inside of your mouth as you waited for your supper to arrive. Aemond walked away from the table, picking up a book from the top of the pile as he walked to his usual seat, the green arm chair by the fire.

He sat down with a gracefulness that none of your brothers, nor his own had, and opened to a page in which he was up to, finger skimming down it to find his line, as he began to read silently in front of the licking flames. 

Not too long after, the maids came to your chambers and brought your meal. Meats and vegetables with spiced wine, and soft fluffy bread sat warm on the plate.

The bread you always craved and loved stared back at you, and you felt excitement to eat it again. And so you did yourself a little mercy and pulled the bread towards you, tearing it apart with your fingers to place in your mouth. 

You felt nauseous forcing yourself to eat, but the more you let the bread settle in your empty pit, the more you found yourself growing comfortable enough to eat the rest.

Aemond was right after all. 

You would need your strength.

You finished most of what was on your plate, slowly sipping at the wine. Aemond had moved from his chair, and begun to prepare himself for bed, ignoring you as you sat at the table, knife and fork in hand. He stripped himself of his outer clothes behind you, before the soft rustling of the sheets alerted to you of his retirement.

You let yourself look up, hoping to see a familiar face. The window was dark as you peered out of it again from where you sat, and there was no familiar brown hair to greet you beneath it. 

The sky was a deep blue, and the ocean had turned a dark black. There was no life to be seen out on the water, nor was there any movement in the chambers to match. The room was quiet, and so you let yourself peak behind you at the bed. 

Aemond lay amongst the fresh sheets, hair splayed around his pillow as his chest rose and fell gently. He had fallen asleep whilst you were still awake. 

He did not fear you.

He did not fear you at all. 

He did not worry that he may wake with the knife on the table lodged in his throat. 

Perhaps you were weak after all. 

Your feet carried you over to the bed where you looked down at him, it felt familiar to look at him like this. The light in the room was dimmed from the out candles, and the soft, warm glow of the fireplace cast tiny shadows about the chambers. His good eye was closed, and his eyelashes tickled the tops of his cheeks. They were long and thick, and you wished to rub a finger along them. 

Would they be soft as they looked?

Or sharp like him?

Aemond’s lips were relaxed and plump, and it disgusted you that you thought of how they had kissed you when you were wed. Or how you had chased their touch in the gardens at Aegon and Helaena’s union celebrations.

The eye that was lost however, made your breath hitch.

There was no usual sapphire lodged into the opening, and instead the space was empty, and scarred. Hollowed out by the actions of your younger brother.

It looked haunted.

And yet despite it, he was still handsome in the way only a Targaryen could be. 

Ethereal.

You imagined what it would have been like if your family had let Alicent take Lucerys’ eye that night in retribution. 

Would the war have happened?

This marriage?

The usurpation of the throne?

Would Lucerys still be here? With the exception of one eye?

Lucerys.

You turned your head to look at the window one last time. 

Still empty. 

A wave of fatigue had begun to roll over you when you had first begun eating, the days catching up to you finally. And so with what little resolve you had, you lifted the sheets on the side of the bed that Aemond was not on. You moved slowly, and quietly as to not disturb him. 

Your heart raced in your chest.

You almost expected the blood to still be there, despite the sheets having been changed. Or perhaps he would be hiding a blade amongst the sheets, pretending a false sleep in order to get you to lower your guard.

And yet when the sheet revealed the clean, crisp sheets, unmarked by his seed or your blood, and pulled back further revealed his hands with no blade clutched within them, you let a gentle sigh of release flow from your lips.

You forced yourself crawl into bed beside your uncle.

A childhood companion. A tormentor. Your brothers murderer.

Your husband.

And fell asleep.

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[okkalo]

Okie! If requests are still open, I'd like to see what you think of this scenario:

Beach vacay, reader gets a sunburn (can be mild or lobster-y)

How would Ryusei, Reo, and Kunigami help their bbg?

Thank you!

Ps, I LOVED the "ily" hc you posted! They were very cute 😍

hi again! i’m glad u enjoyed the other request! and thank u for another req 🤭 this one hit close to home bc i literally just got a sunburn the other day but anyways i hope u enjoy!!

warnings: reader is suggested to be a girl in reo’s

characters: shidou, reo, kunigami

shidou

- ABSOLUTELY laughs at you.

- and just know that if you get on his nerves he will smack your sunburnt part

- might feel bad depending on how you react

- brags about how he doesn’t burn and only tans after laughing at you

- i would say tell him to shut up or something but once again he will smack your burn

- once he actually sees you upset he will start to care a little bit

- doesn’t really help with the burn though, he just treats you nicer

shidou had just gotten out of the shower, hair damp and towel around his naked waist, when he saw you wincing and breathing out a small ‘ow’ while putting on aloe. his carefree stroll immediately stopped while his posture slumped, his cocky face turning more serious at the sight. he gave another sigh as you winced once again at the pain before walking up to sit in the space next to you.

a small smirk decorated his lips at the glare you send his way, expecting him to start adding more salt to your wound. “hey, hey, i’m not gonna do nothin’. my baby’s in pain and i gotta make em’ feel better.” he spoke with a suave voice, snaking an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to place a gentle kiss on your neck. as much as you hated to admit, a few kisses from him definitely did make you feel better.

after a few more kisses from him you decided to end it there, your eyes roaming to his still naked lower body. you sighed, giving him a soft kiss on the lips before pushing him away, turning your attention back to your bowl of aloe vera. “go put your pants on, ryu.” he huffed, not wanting to follow someone else’s orders, going straight back in for your neck to pepper some rough kisses on your burnt skin. good luck with that.

reo

- he makes sure to keep your skin protected at all costs

- buys you expensive sunscreen and always tries to bring some source of shade because he doesn’t want you burning

- but it just so happened that you guys had been a part from each other when you got the burn

- when you walk in to your shared place with reo he just sighed, dropping everything he was doing to go get aloe

- scolds you while making you sit on the bathroom counter with him rubbing aloe into your skin

“this is why i should’ve gone with you,” he sighed, scooping up a clump of aloe before gently rubbing it on your thigh, his face in a focused frown. you remember him whining about how he wanted to go with you. you knew the real reason he wanted to go with you was to see you in a bathing suit and get to put sunscreen on your bare skin.

“it would’ve been weird if you had gone.” you sighed right back, tired of his complaining. “you would’ve been the only guy, weirdo.” you stated, watching his brows furrow as he raised his head to look at you with an offended face.

“i can be one of the girls!” he exclaimed, drawing a laugh out of you. you could only rake your fingers through his hair before patting his head. he sighed at the lack of response, eyes dropping once again to focus on your burnt leg. he would come up with another complaint in the next five seconds.

kunigami

- would probably be a worrier like reo except less extreme

- he would always try to put sunscreen on you when you were out in the sun that day

- he gets distracted that day, however, meaning he didn’t get the chance to remind you to put on the protectant

- feels HORRIBLE once he checks back in on you and sees you burnt

- immediately takes you home, occasionally cussing under his breath on the way home for his lack of notice

- starts a cold shower for you

“i should’ve remembered,” he mutters under his breath as he turns shower knob, water immediately following afterwards. he’s been like this for the past ten minutes, constantly muttering something new that he should’ve done.

“ren, love, it’s okay. the burn isn’t even that bad, babe. besides, i should’ve been the one to remember, so stop blaming yourself.” you finally sighed out, voice soft as you tried to comfort him by rubbing his arm. he turned over to you, face still in a frown as he saw your reddened state.

“it’s my job to remember, but i’ll stop.” he let out a deep sigh, bending down to pull you into an embrace. one hand wrapped around your back to rest on your waist while the other rubbed your upper back. “go ahead and get in, i’ll join in a few.” he said after a moment of silence, placing a small kiss your shoulder before pulling away from your arms. you made sure to give his arm an extra squeeze, a reassurance that it was okay, before he walked off.

unedited thanks for reading!

[wasyago]

Dear Wasyago,

Strange, I have always thought it was spelled as Wasayago. But recently I've realized, I can't read very well.

I want to send appreciation today, to you.

You've taught me a lot about art. You've taught me a lot how to draw certain things, and you have opened my eyes to new perspective of art, ever since I started following you. Colours are brighter, I experiment more, I can see a specter of visuals that was previously hidden from me. It's like gaining shrimp colors.

Your art feels like an art classroom. There's sun pouring in from the windows, and there's tree leaves in front of them. Every time you come in you see different art projects. Paints add on to the tables, that will never scrub off again. There's dirty cups with paint water, and brushes, in the sink. It's lunch break, and there's people here. Some are just doing their math homework right before class, some are working on their sculpture, some are picking out paints, some are working on their new piece, on a fresh canvas. And it is so alive.

Your art feels so alive. Like the leaves, the people, the stains. It's really nice to see, every single time you post, how lovingly you bring a character into the world (My favorite so far is that one doodle of Modern au Gillion eating noodles, I have it in my favorites gallery).

I would like to see some unfinished, maybe forever to be so, doodles that you weren't especially proud of. We'll love it all.

Respectfully,

Marcus Bloodsmith

oh, thank you so much, this is so sweet qwq

im happy to know that you feel this way about my art, and im glad i could help you with some advice! it feels a bit weird to show unfinished or scrapped art under such a nice message, but yeah why not. and its funny that you mentioned the gillion eating noodles one, because its also one of the pieces that i really didn't like and didn't want to post hdgsh. i dont have that many unfinished drawings left because i delete or redraw most of them, but i have a couple that might be fun to share... and i guess it's gonna be a long post bc i wanna tell a little about each one or at least name them.

there's this art of chip, the first time i properly tried to figure out a way to draw him back when i just started listening. redrew this piece later, kept the sketch on the left, but the right one i changed completely because i didn't like the vibe this one has.

there's this attempt at redesigning caspian after i found out he was a water genasi, plus the first version of that art of caspian, pretzel and gill. this design didn't feel "caspian" enough, it looked too soft and kind where i wanted him to be more layed back and chill and sarcastic and with a bit of an edge. redrew both pieces later. the underwater drawing also has an unfinished background in this version, i added some fishies later so it didn't feel that empty.

some random sketch of gillion to show off how the lightning scars look on his face and neck. i quite like it, but it didn't really fit in the post with three proper drawings and one sketch so i decided to scrap it.

there's this drawing where i tried to figure out how the capital of the undersea looked like. i really didn't know where i was going with it and didn't have a good idea when i started drawing, so its a mess of things with nothing to really focus on. i tried to add a character on it later to breathe some life into it, but it didn't work out since i didn't focus it on the character from the beginning. plus i don't like how the colors turned out, and the entire concept of the environment feels weak and boring to me. i still want to draw more concepts of the undersea and try a couple other ideas, but probably at a later date...

the first version of whatever try it was to design gill's armor. (fun fact, i have more armor designs scheduled for tomorrow). this one i redrew almost immediately, i really didn't like how it turned out and how the legs were cut off and it looked so messy with no real accent point or personality. plus the smaller copy of the drawing in the corner just didn't look good. im not exactly proud of the redrawn version either (that's why i did another one yesterday lol), but im glad i redrew it anyway, it looks a lot better than this one.

the first sketch of that one gillion drawing. i couldn't figure out the colors for it for so long and wanted to drop the idea entirely. but i left it to sit for a couple hours and eventually got the motivation to come back to it and finish it. for most of the illustration pieces i did for jrwi there were multiple versions, where i just didn't like the first one and redrew the whole thing with a different composition and colors. didn't save any of those drawings tho...

this drawing of jay but with green wings and a slightly different color shirt. it was actually the first version of this drawing, and i changed the colors to blue later. wanted to post both of them side by side but then decided against it. that's why this drawing survived and was properly saved and not just deleted.

more recent attempts at designing the chaingel. i like the concept, and the pose in the second sketch is pretty badass, but the execution is just not there. it doesn't feel right, doesn't have the right kind of vibe that this character gives off. so im sure i will try and draw her later when i figure out what's missing and how to show her personality in the way it feels in my head. but these two sketches were never going to see the light of day, so now they're here.

aand this is it, this is everything that wasn't deleted in the past month for one or another reason. i feel like im more chill with deleting and redrawing things, so a lot of initial sketches and concepts never get saved or seen by anyone. im also on mobile so i can attach only ten files lol. not that it matters, the last two were just random figure drawings for warm up, not much to talk about.

[randynova]

haii can i request top!malereader with eli jang? ☺👉👈 cuddle with eli after making love heheh tysm!

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sᴜʙ!ᴇʟɪ ᴊᴀɴɢ x ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): sᴍᴜᴛ ᴡ/ ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ, ᴀɴᴀʟ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴀᴄʀɪᴘʜʏɪʟɪᴀ

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A.N.: Thank you for requesting and I hope this is up to your standards, hopefully enjoying it when you're done! It's been years since I've written a smut with a male reader, so it may seem a bit weird, so I apologize! Also, reminder for everyone: requests are closed. Check my bio for when they are open.

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"F-Fuck…," Eli gasps, shakily letting his head lull back into the couch, bucking his hips into the warm grasp of the man's hand, biting back a moan as he clenched his jaw. Brows knitted together, he could not help the curses trickling from his mouth. He gripped your thigh and dug his nails into your slacks, fingers desperately clawing at your flexing muscles. Stray [H/C] hair tickled his nose, the vibrations of deep rumbling laughter running along his throat, making him shudder.

"Mm, you're so cute, Eli. I wanna hear you…," you plead softly with a grin against his neck, pressing a series of chaste kisses to his skin, occasionally taking the delicate flesh between your canines and leaving pretty red welts behind. Coarse fingers run along his length, rolling your wrist with every stroke, and pressing your palm as you reach the base of his cock before gliding back up again.  Your hand resembled soft warm dough, kneading his shaft skillfully with firm tugs, slowly engulfing him in euphoria as you drown him in an unforgiving boiling abyss of your own sadistic lust.

Quickly Eli raises his free hand to his mouth and bites down on his fist. A groan thrums in his chest, trying to keep quiet and not give you the satisfaction of hearing him. Once you heard him, he knew you would deliberately keep the same cruel rhythm in order to make him a moaning, whimpering mess in your palm. Your touch had his head muddled, a whimper dying in his throat when you swipe your thumb over his weeping crown, drawing a circle with your finger pad on the leaking tip before sliding back down. 

You chuckle, finding amusement in his crumbling composure. "Awe, come on, don't be such a brat, hm? Let me hear my favorite boy's cries, Eli…," you coo, stroking him faster, licking a stripe from his throat to his earlobe, prodding your tongue along the shell of his ear. You were a patient man, yes, but a merciful one? No, especially when it came to your dear boyfriend and his stubborn antics. "I know you want to…."

Eli flinched once the wet hot muscle made contact with his ear and started to dip into every crease, the squelching now resonating against his eardrum making him shiver. He tried to lean away from you but his attempts were futile as you grip his shoulder from the other side, pulling him impossibly closer, further winding the coil in his lower abdomen. He shakes his head at your request, grunting and sucking in sharp breaths rapidly. His hips rutted desperately into your palm, screwing his eyes shut as you pushed him closer to his release.

Disappointed at his response and lack of vocals, you pull your mouth away with a small pout, never pausing your relentless momento as you gaze at your boyfriend’s face. He looked absolutely lovely in your eyes — droplets of tears sitting on his lashes, cheeks flushed a bright pink hue, brows creasing together as small gasps slipped past his swollen lips. The glow of the table lamp made him glow as the light hit his skin, only adding to his ethereal charm.Truly, he was a heavenly sight to behold.

With one final pump, Eli let out a weak broken moan, arching his back as he shot thick ropes of semen into your hand, coating his stomach with his bittersweet release. You hummed, eyes trailing to the glistening cum painting his skin, dribbling down your knuckles. Today, he came too much and you could not help but wonder how long the two of you have not been intimate. Then again, you two were busy with Yenna and the threats to Hostel — so who knows when you will get to be like this again. Though, thankfully today, Yenna was being looked after by the Hostel gang as Eli came to visit you after so long.

With a sigh, your gaze shifts back to his face, smiling. "Ahhh, Eli…," you coo,  giving a few more strokes to his cock, trying to milk him for more and truly break him. "Please, keep making such cute sounds for me, yeah?" You plead, blood rushing to your cock at hearing such a pitiful moan, pupils dilating as your heart soars in elation. He was always quiet during the beginning and now that you heard him, you needed to hear him make more pretty noises. To see him cry now that you made a crack in his exterior. 

Yet, Eli finally found his nerve and pressed his hand to your chest, pushing you back in an attempt to stop the stimulation to his poor sensitive dick. He shook his head, whimpering and panting, writhing in his spot as he clutched onto your shirt. He looked so cute right now, bucking into your hand with tears — why stop now? “One more time, Eli. I’ll stop after you cum one more time, ‘kay…?”

“Please – agh — [Name], stop…!” He chokes, chest rising and falling rapidly as your touch begins to burn, no longer being pleasurable as you tried to build up his climax much too soon after jerking him off. “Please, not like this…!”

“Hm? Then how, babe? How do you want to cum again…?” You ask, feigning innocence as you begin to straddle his balls, fingertips squeezing the sensitive skin and overstimulating him, slowly going back and forth between his girth and balls. “Tell me.…”

Eli shakes his head once again, gritting his teeth and looking at you with pleading eyes, only for you to give his cock a good squeeze, causing him to let out a very high-pitched whine, “Mmm, ngh, f-fuck me…! God, please, fuck-fuck me….!”

  That was all you needed to hear. With a chuckle, you unwrap your fingers from him, but you don't pull away, never widening or closing the distance between you two. You raise your hand to your mouth, staring intently into his half-lidded gaze as you drag your tongue across your skin, cleaning up his semen from your fingers. He narrowed his eyes, brows creasing as he watched how you suckled on your index, not bothering to keep quiet as you groaned in pure bliss shamelessly. Licking your hand clean, you pull off with a pop after a couple minutes, tongue dipping out as you grin. “So sweet, I can’t believe I went so long without it, honey….”

Eli rolls his eyes, only to freeze upon hearing your soft tone melt away, hearing the familiar low, rough voice speak his first order of the night. “Now that the fun’s over, take off your pants and put them aside.” He peered at you and was met with the icy glare you gave him, a chill running down his spine as you lean against the arm of the furniture. “Now.”

Hastily, Eli stood from his spot on the couch, trying to keep his balance as his knees attempted to sway from under him whilst he rid himself of the clothes pooled at his feet. His heart pounded in his ears and he ignored the cum that began to trickle down his stomach, more engrossed in how you leered at him with such a dark expression and lazy gaze. Seeing you this way, it reminded him of the same man he fell for all those months ago - this is the side he loved to meet the most. Humming in satisfaction, you snap your fingers and twirl a finger in the air after. “Good, boy. Now, come here and get on your hands n’ knees, and don’t forget to turn away from me.”

With a trembling form, he nods and does as he’s told. Like second nature, he gets on all fours on the couch, raising his ass in the air, and swaying his hips  — like an animal in heat waiting to get their fill. You run your tongue over your lips and chuckle at your sweet Eli’s compliance. Jumping onto your feet, you unbuckle your belt and push your slacks down, seeing your throbbing bulge. The boy really did have an effect on you, the way your dick stood proudly when you removed your briefs being testament. Kicking aside your own clothes, you place a hand on Eli’s ass, rubbing it firmly whilst placing your knees on the couch as you sit behind him.

How he shivered was so cute, you couldn't wait to start.

“Gonna prep you before we start, okay?” You whisper, reaching over to the side table by the couch and opening the drawer. You were greeted with a bottle of lube and grabbed it, an extra you kept incase of anything occurring — like now. You whistled as you squeezed a small amount on your fingers before tossing it aside. Spreading apart his cheeks, your mouth waters at the sight of his puckering hole, flexing around nothing. “So pretty…,” you purr as you prod two slick fingers at his entrance, the coolness of the lubricant contrasting the warmth of Eli’s body. He twitched, arching his back slightly and gasping as you dip your fingers in. “Such a tight ass, and it’s aallll for me….”

It pinched a bit but the slow pace you set made it bearable. It took every fiber in the boy to hold himself back from trying to fuck himself on your fingers, knowing it would only invite more pain and trouble for him as you start to add more fingers into his tight hole. And you wouldn’t stop even as he became a whimpering mess, no, you would make him cum again and again just from your fingers alone.  Even if he craves your touch more than anything, wanting to continuously crumble under it, he does not know when he will get the chance to feel you like this before life busies you both and he doesn't want to ruin it. Not again. 

"Hahh, you're so obedient today…. Not the usual desperate brat you usually are…," you croon, slipping in a third finger and grinning as it made his moans pitch an octave higher. Oh? Is this what you thought it was? "Mmm… found it…."

His hole sucked your digits in greedily whilst you thrusted in and out fluidly, creating a series of obscene squelches as Eli was stretched out. His stomach tensed as you brushed against the familiar gummy spot — and you saw how he stiffened. You began stroking the same area, knowing each touch to his prostate would have him creaming all over the couch before you could truly pound into him. Slipping in another finger, Eli lets out a choked whine, raising his hips higher into the air as he rests onto his elbows and buries his face into his arms. Thighs twitching and flexing, the sensation started to become too much. His balls tightened, cock throbbing as you continued your cruel rhythm, slightly curling your slender fingers before pulling them out and thrusting them back in. "Mm, nahh, mmm-ngh, fuck…! [Name]! Fuuuck…!"

Just a few more strokes and —

"[N-Name]! Gonna c-cum…ahhhaaah!" He ejaculates with a rasp, biting down on his forearm, shaking as he spurts out thick ropes of white onto the surface of the couch, gasping as he stains the leather cushions. As keen as you intuition was, you were put a bit off guard, clicking your tongue at the mess. It was easy to wipe leather clean when occurrences like these happened but not so much the throw blanket that became victim to the semen of your sweet Eli. Nevermind it, you’ll deal with it momentarily. His hole fluttered around your digits, gripping onto your fingers as he came down from his high.

 Deeming it enough, you pull away your fingers and grab your discarded shirt, tossing it under his shivering frame. Taking a deep breath, you line yourself up with him, resting your shaft between his cheeks as you grab onto his hips. “Now, be a good boy and make sure I can hear your cute moans. Or I’ll leave you high and dry. Am I clear?”

Eli nods, knowing you would come through with your promise as you had many nights before. You smile in satisfaction and press the crown to his rim, eliciting a shaky gasp. Sinking into him, you groan and close your eyes at the narrowness, curses trickling from your mouth as an intense warmth envelops your cock. You continued pushing into him, relishing in his soft groans before fully sheathing yourself inside Eli. Fuck, he was so snug around you, mellow and warm as he gripped onto your cock. A low moan rumbled in your chest, shoulders shaking as you gave his hips a quick squeeze.  

You waited a few seconds, allowing him to adjust to the sheer girth of your cock before pulling your hips back, and roughly rutting into him without warning. The sudden slam elicits a strained moan from both of you, the snug push against your length now tightening as your boyfriend’s walls spasmed around you. “S-Shit…!” Even after many nights of getting lost in each other’s bodies, you could never adjust to him so easily nor forget how great it felt when he constricted around you. His body struggled to mold to you but you didn’t mind it. Hell no. It was your dream to fuck a nice and tight ass like this, to feel it welcome you as it sucks you in deeper with every rut of your hips.

Psh, this was perfect. It takes you back to your first night together, filling you with nostalgia as the memories flood your mind, how you broke the Big Daddy of Hostel in mere minutes.

That had been a feat all on its own. Yet know, you were in your own eternal paradise as you relive the moment of sinking into him and fucking him like a mere living cocksleeve, no different that a whore on the street as you spill load after load into his ass. However, your heart is not as cruel as your mind.

From all the men and women you met, Eli truly was one of a kind, one you wished to have met sooner. With such a tender character but rough exterior, the gangster was nothing more than a soul in need of a rest. One you would gladly give him, watching as he melted under your touch into a whimpering, submissive boy, knowing he’s been needing this for such a long time.

Your hips rutted into him, splitting him apart with no remorse as each thrust had left Eli breathless, clawing at the cushions and crying out to you as if it’s the only name he knows. The sound of skin slapping against skin and broken praises spurred you on, stirring his insides with every deep stroke of your cock. With how his walls gripped you, it would not be hard to cum so soon. “F-Fuck, Eli, you’re so perfect…!” You rasp lowly, throwing your head back whilst you pick up in your brutal pace, placing a foot on the floor and pounding straight into him. His body rocks back and forth, almost like a ragdoll, letting you stuff him to the brim without so much as a second thought.

The boy moaned shamelessly, pushing his pelvis back into you and meeting your powerful thrusts, his own end quickly building up. God, hearing Eli sound so desperate made your heart swell. Every snap of your hips, pelvis pressing to the curve of his thighs as you bottom out, pulling sweet sinful noises from his lips with every burning stretch of your cock, fueled the smoldering desire in your body to the point you felt as if you were on fire. Two souls intertwining and connecting in the most sacred and intimate way could never be rushed nor replaced, as this is how you showed your beloved how much you loved him.

This is what made the countless nights apart so fucking worth it, to know his body still craved you as much as yours craved his, melting into eachother as you reach your end together. World be damned, you loved Eli Jang, and all this was merely a piece of what you two had. And no one can destroy it.

With a final snap of your hips, you felt your whole being ascend. Spilling inside him with a gutteral grown, you spurt copious amounts of cum into Eli, and fill the boy to the brim, coating his insides with hot white ropes. Sloppily rutting into him, chasing the rest of your high, Eli reached his own release, writhing at the sensation of  his flushed cockhead shooting out another stream of his cum, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

As you stilled, panting and trying to come back to your senses, you took in the sight of the chiseled back of your boyfriend, glistening from the layer of perspiration, highlighting the scars adorning his skin. Just the wounds tugged at your heartstrings. You knew of his past, but it did not make it any easier to see how it all left a mark on him.

Hunching over, you pressed a chaste kiss to his nape and made him sigh, before slowly straightening back up. Your joints and spine cracked, the tension you felt before washing away. Fuck, you forgot how tiring such a slow love-making session could be after an eight-hour shift of working. But Eli didn’t need to know that, no. All he needed was his boyfriend to make him forget about the stress in his life for a moment.

That was your responsibility to Eli, to help him relax and take his mind off of Hostel and the family, as well as to love and cherish him. Even if he denied it and tried to remain strong, you knew him and knew he needed a break every once in a while. You will never mind taking care of him.

Pulling out with a small groan, your fluids dribble from his hole, trickling down his thigh. You hastily grab the shirt you previously grabbed and dabbed at his flesh, slowly soaking up the mess. Content with the clean area, you hum and toss the clothing over your shoulder. You pivot on your heel and fold your leg under your frame, falling back onto the couch with a soft grunt, your back muscles relaxing as you meet the cushions. Your arm rests behind the frame of the furniture, dangling as you lull your head back with a soft smile. 

Your beloved followed in suit, resting his head on your shoulder and intertwining his fingers with your long slender ones as he hissed quietly from the throbbing ache below. The fuzzy material of the blanket fell over you two as Eli adjusted, covering both your nude forms. Sighing, you give his hand a gentle squeeze and wrap your arm around him, embracing him as the two of you enjoyed each other’s presence in silence. No words needed to be exchanged, at least, not right away. The two of you needed a moment to recollect yourselves.

Yes, of course, you were a bit merciless when it comes to Eli’s pleasure, sadistic even, but you wanted nothing more than to bring your boyfriend gratification everytime you two had an intimate chance together. And Eli never tried changing it, even after your insistent inquiries — he was content.

So as long as your boyfriends like being brutally fucked and overstimulated, you would not change a single thing.

Afterall, his happiness was yours.

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©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

[errantsquam]

Why Donald Duck is a Duck Centaur

Or rather, a thorough analysis on the anatomy of anthropomorphic ducks.

So I'm playing a certain Nintendo game ahead of time, and a duck character's anatomy caught my eye. It was interesting, and ripe for the ol’ art brain to overthink to the logical extreme.

Naturally, I don't want to get struck down by the Nintendo ninjas, so today we'll be talking about Donald Duck.

Behold.

Standard cartoon duck anatomy, right? Well, there’s more to it than it seems.

We’ll be breaking down his anatomy using the human anatomical structure, since he’s anthropomorphic, and going down from there.

And for reference, we’ll be using a diagram of a real duck skeleton.

I will also be adding on with my own diagrams, though the skeletons illustrated are in no way perfect. I also do not claim to be an expert on animal or human anatomy, and this is purely for fun and morbid curiosity.

Let’s start with the head.

The Head

Donald Duck’s eyes are front-facing, and from existing material, we can conclude that his neck connects to his skull from below, not from the back (as with real life ducks).

Therefore, it’s safe to say that Donald has a mostly-human skull structure, minus the beak. Since his eyes are so large, he likely doesn’t have much of a forehead at all.

The Body

We can conclude that his ‘chest’ area is similar to that of a human’s. His arms are very identical to human arms (besides the four fingers), and is stylized to look like wings. There should be a ribcage to give his chest that shape, as well as to connect to his arms.

In many animals, the clavicle/scapula helps articulate the forearms, and is located next to the ribcage, so we can conclude this is the same for Donald.

Now, moving on to the lower half of Donald’s body. It looks something like this.

It does kind of look like Donald has a thicc booty, but we can see something similar in the bodies of real life ducks.

They don’t have a human upper-body, so it’s less like a fat ass and more like…a duck.

So, how does this look like in the skeleton?

…uh oh. It’s another ribcage.

But wait! If Donald’s anthropomorphic, maybe it’s just a pelvis? Well, maybe, but that distinct shape is hard to replicate with *just* the pelvis of a duck.

The duck pelvis, if you will. ^

Maybe it could be fat. Maybe he does have a really fat ass. Maybe it helps cushion his weird duck spine when he sits, or keep him warm while swimming. Well, maybe. But it would be odd to have such a fat distribution without a skeleton to give it that shape.

For context, the blue whale has the most body fat out of all animals, and you can see how its skeleton guides its shape:

(Unfortunately I had to get this diagram from Shutterstock, which is not a very accurate anatomical resource, but just look at a blue whale skeleton and at an actual blue whale.)

But I digress. Since we’re taking this essay to the logical extreme already, it stands to reason that, if we’re comparing to real life ducks, Donald Duck does, in fact, have two ribcages.

Excuse how tight the drawing is. I’m not very good at ribcages. You can tell I’m the kind of artist who uses shorthands whenever they sketch a ribcage.

Anyway.

A centaur has a human upper body and a horse lower body. Donald Duck has a human upper body and a duck lower body. Therefore, he is a duck centaur.

However, we are not done with this analysis yet. We still need to talk about his legs.

The Legs

So, duck legs, right? Well, we already know they connect to the pelvis the same way as a duck. They’re kind of shoved to the back, because that’s where the pelvis is located. Still, they’re not quite actual duck legs.

From existing material, we see his knees bend the same way as a humans, and therefore, we can conclude that Donald is plantigrade. What does this mean? Well, his ankles stay planted to the ground, basically.

Here’s an example diagram, going in the order of: Plantigrade, Digitigrade, Unguligrade. Plantigrade is mostly primates, like humans. Digitigrade is most common amongst animals, like dogs or birds. Unguligrades are stuff like horses. (Unrelated, but did you know that this means that horse legs are just advanced fingers?)

Anyway, the advantages of being plantigrade is a better balance as a tradeoff for speed. (Source, because I am a cool person: https://www.nsf.gov/news/news_summ.jsp?cntn_id=190923)

This aids animals in fighting, as opposed to fleeing.

Which checks out, because Donald has canonically been shown to fight, especially since he’s not very good at healing:

The Conclusion

By analyzing Donald’s anatomy and comparing it both humans and ducks, we get this:

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

Image Citations: Well, I was actually going to cite my image sources, but Tumblr only allows me maximum ten links per images, so I'm just going to leave what I put into Google Images.

"digitigrade vs. plantigrade"

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"blue whale skeleton"

[yestrday]

Mmmm i enjoy imagining how supple childe's thighs are, oh to have it wrapped around my neck. I feel like him and rook would make good friends

huh! and here i was beginning to think that he had nothing compared to the other harem members! nice going! and for a little extra, I've added in my dear friend @latolover drawing of sussy childe below

( choking, sadism, childe being creepy, he has an ahegao the entire time but I cant seem to describe that )

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mmm... perhaps childe got too carried away. he does have a reputation for doing just that, especially when it comes to his favorite junior. it's no secret around the school halls that the man has his possessive gaze set upon you, but this... was too much.

is what you wish childe would think, but obviously the man was every bit of a sadist as he was a masochist.

childe squeezes his thighs together again, clasping the brittle of your neck in its chokehold as you're start to turn blue. he likes this. no, he loves this. you're in between his legs, gasping and pleading whenever he decides to be merciful and give you some air, tears soaking your lashes as the pain becomes too much. "ch– childe...!" he hears you whine in between breaths and god does that give him fuel for tonight.

and also... you're so so close to his.... thing! he has the nerve to blush as he bites back a lewd giggle.

you're not some naive idiot. you know exactly what's going through this man's head. anyone could, really, with the way he bites his lips as he smiles down at you, a weird mix of desperate and adoring. sweat is coming out of his head in buckets, the heat of the moment and the lewdness of the situation making his eyes swirl with hearts and his face go absolutely red. you manage to sneak some air in to manage a half-hearted glare and a muffled, "you fuckin pervert...!" before he resumes the chokehold.

he pouts, but you know he's unaffected by your words. "don't be like that!" he whines, bending down so he can nuzzle your hair with his cheek. "you have no idea how hard it's been for me! i keep watching from the sidelines, y'know, you and zhongli, then kaeya, and all those stupid first-years... it's absolute torture for me!" he sniffs. "i just want a little bit of your attention too. is that too much to ask for?"

well, this isn't really the right way to go about it. if he wanted some of your attention then he should know that he'd do well enough by waving a piece of last year's exams in front of your face and it'd be like leading a dog on with steak. but where was the intimacy? the heat? instead he opted to pounce on you and drag you into the nearest isolated room. and it was all worth it.

attention? you scream in your mind. he looks like he wants to eat me up! with how his tongue darts out to lick his lips and the contemplative lusty look in his eyes as he plans out what he should do with you next, you should be fearing for your life right now!

"they kept teasing me too," he keeps whining. "bragging to me about all their stolen moments with you when i didn't have much to begin with. but that won't be true any longer, won't it? after all, i have you in between my legs, and i don't really plan on letting you go." his legs criss cross themselves on your shoulders, his feet pushing your back so that you're nestled even more comfortably on his... hm.

"don't you think this is too much?" you try to plead, eyes widening as you decide to beg for his mercy.

childe looks down on you and you're suddenly well aware of your position as his tender hands run through your hair.

you, the hesitant groveler, on your knees and looking up to plead with the man who has you in his grip.

he smiles, and you realize that you don't plead with the depraved.

"too much is exactly how i want it, love."