#sometimes I get a bit embarrassed for myself afterward

[brimleysbears]

(Featured media: Burl Ives and Rock Hudson - from The Spiral Road, 1962)

"Fan" fiction erotica - "Hollywood Confessions: My Date With Big Daddy"

Post 4 of 4

Epilogue:

A Horny Old Bull

To conclude, I was in fact on the pill, after all, it was 1963; therefore no, I didn’t begat a cute little chubby Ives child, although sometimes I wish I had. Although that man could be a bit of a creep at times, like most men I suppose, I’ll never forget that night with Big Daddy. In fact, as much as it was embarrassing, there were other reasons why I kept that story to myself after all these years. I admit, that was the most fun I’ve ever had with a man. Sometimes I question whether I was head over heels in love with that big old brute.

As much as I wanted to see him again, I found out soon afterwards that he had actually scheduled all of those men to see him that night with the intention of not telling me, while planning on having sex with me, in order for the meetings to coincide with his coitus. I never found out exactly why he did that, and if it was his intention to use me or not. I was angry for a season and never wanted to see him again after that, but looking back, I regret not seeing him more times. I would have liked to get all of his seed in me and looked at him face to face the entire time that he had his climax. I would have liked to try other things with him, and maybe even be his mistress when he was working in Hollywood. The more I learned about what probably did happen, was that he was proud to seduce a young dancer like myself, and although I don’t like to be someone’s ‘bragging rights’, in a way I felt honored. One of the older ladies at the Manhattan cocktail party said, “sounds to me like he was just trying to get those businessmen off his back and find ways to taunt them.”

As I spoke to my girlfriends late that night, finishing my story, one of the women remarked that, perhaps that lonely old man being away from home needed a special companion, and not another ‘high-profile figure’ like himself? As we talked, one of the more educated ‘uptown’ ladies said, “if you ask me, like a lot of men in show business those days, he was desperate to try to prove that he was a heterosexual; in a similar way they constantly had to deliver proof they were not some kind of communist as well. After all, Mr. Ives worked closely with a lot of queers like Tennessee Williams and was even filmed naked along side a half-naked raging fag, Rock Hudson, just a year or so before your ‘encounter’. Although I might say there’s probably a little pink in his blanket, Big Daddy sounds like a man who was not ‘light on his feet’, in fact, quite heavy handed like your story implied, which I found to be most intriguing. I think you’ve not only made a believer out of all of us in the room, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of us are going to start chasing after men like Sebastian Cabot – you’ve certainly piqued my curiosity about a kind of man I would have not previously considered and for that, I am indeed charmed.”

But it was another lady who might have had the best explanation: “did you ever consider the fact that although Big Daddy was a bit of a sex symbol in the 50’s, that Burl Ives in the 60’s was starting to get typecast too much in children’s and family shows to the point where the public was referring to him as asexual? If I were him, I’d want to prove to my collogues that I was a fully functioning sexual person with sexual needs and abilities. After a while, no matter what he said, chances are, his peers didn’t believe him until he found a way to show proof that he had a thriving sex life.” Maybe they were all correct. Maybe he was just another creep. Maybe he was someone really special. I do cherish those memories, and I still keep his private calling card with me in my purse all these years.

The End.

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Part 4

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[livelaughlovesubs]

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Dw, you aren’t bothering me, you’d never bother me with your lovely asks ☺️ (sorry that I took so long, I literally have to force myself to feed ya’ll) and it’s a little short, sorry for that

Dom!reader x sub!dazai

Warning: cockwarming, strap or dick - you can interpret it however you want, reader is gender neutral

He sighed when he glanced over the mountains of paperwork on his desk, you could even say he whined. Slumping down and pouting, throwing the led in his hand onto the table. “What’s with all this work?” The boy complained, before he leaned back against his seat, cuddling up against you. “Do we really have to wait until I’m finished?”

Today was like any other day, with dazai refusing to do any of his assignments. Mori wanted you to do something about it, and as much as you’d like to protest, he was your boss after all. Which is why you decided to make it fun for you as well. That led to your current situation, with dazai sitting in your lap and diligently working, all while your dick was buried deep inside him.

Your hands fit perfectly on his slim waist, holding him and making sure that he stays still. The feeling of his smooth skin was nice to the touch, and you rested your head on his shoulder. Sometimes when you exhaled, the hot air would tickled his ears. If you weren’t easing him, then he doesn’t know what it was. How can you expect him to do all of this while you are touching him like you are about to bend him over? Not that he minds, he desperately wants you to do so. How long has he waited for any action to happen? Maybe hours now.

He felt full and filled, it was a very erotic experience. Every once in a while his insides would clench around you, and he’d squeeze his thighs together. This was worse than any torture methods he learned, much worse. The words on the paper in front of him started to blur, it was like he forgot how to read. Yet again he slumped back against you, biting his bottom lip at the small yet delicious friction that gave him. “Hmm..! God, y/n, can’t you just fuck me?”

Dazai really couldn’t wait any longer. He already worked for more than an hour, can’t you do him a small favour? Subconsciously, or maybe he knew what he was doing, he rocked his hips. The boy moved so slow, like a ship sailing on a calm ocean, he thought you wouldn’t notice. In contrary you did saw it, and grabbed his chin to make him face you, then you whispered your answer, “no.”

Without giving him any reasoning, only a cold and commanding refusal. For some reasons it made him even more wet, he felt his body shake and his dick twitch at your voice. His precum was dripping down his shaft and coating his soft thighs, you’d even dare say he looked like a girl with all those fluids he let out. “If you want to get fucked so bad, finish your work sooner.” You suggested, though he knew you weren’t giving him an inch. It was an order and you weren’t going to show him mercy. Fine, guess he will have to use his trump card.

Suddenly, he raised his shoulders, they were now reaching his ears. Then he slowly started to sob, small delicate tears rolled down his rosy cheeks. Afterwards he did a dramatic turn, staring back at you with the most pitiful and vulnerable expression he could muster. The way desire and need blended perfectly in his eyes was seductive, though the pose he did was the one of an innocent maiden. Some strands of his bangs stuck to his forehead, and his lips were slightly parted. In that moment, he looked straight out of a painting, like an angel that descended upon the moral realm.

“Please..” Dazai began his act, mumbling in a meek tone, as if he was embarrassed of himself. “Fuck me.. I want it so bad.” The way he stressed the last two words was the peak of acting, he could win an Oscar with that one. It took you every resolve and self control you had to not throw him onto the table and fuck him. If you were to wait any longer, it was going to be a torture for you too. More tears flowed down his pretty face, those water droplets were like diamond shining in the sun light, emphasising his helplessness even more.

That man knew what he was doing and did it with passion, if he wants something he will get it, that’s what his body language told you. Which is why you especially want to go against it. “No is no, osamu, if you don’t finish this until dawn I’ll just leave and go drinking with chuuya.” You warned him, but it was more like a threat. He gasped a little, now crying a little louder than before. “Oh.. how cruel of you..! Can chuuya give you the things I can offer?” There was no answer to that question, you didn’t want to because you knew he could use it against you. Instead you gave him a little trust, enough to make his back arch. “AhHHh~ m-mhm..” the male moaned out, he did not hold back at all.

“go back to work.” You chuckled as you said, resting your chin on his shoulder again. “Hm.. mean..” and now he was pouting again, oh well, let’s see how long he can still play this game until he breaks. You weren’t going to be the first one to crumble. All you had to do was lay back and watch the play unfold. “Do as you wish, dazai, you have time until dawn.”

[mshalfemptygirl]

Spit Your Love On Me (S.R)

Plot: Spencer Reader are having an enjoyable Saturday night that just might get better.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Contents: smut (oral sex male receiving) and fluffy, just a lovely couple loving each other. A bit of teasing, cause I like it.

A/N: Thank you so much for you guys liked my fics. I have 5 now and they are getting a lot of likes. Comment and Reblog them please, my heart melts with every interaction. I’ll let the link for Spencer Reid Masterlist in the end. Love y’all. Requests are open! Hope you like it! Oh, of course, Måneskin inspire me in this one, like always.

It was a typical Saturday night, Spencer and I have a tradition of watching a movie, cooking dinner afterwards, and talking about random things in our lives until three in the morning. And since it was late, he let me sleep here and he woke me up with kisses on my neck every Sunday morning.

We had been dating for four months and just being intimate enough to sleep in the same bed, we never had sex. It wasn't for lack of desire, we agreed not to rush with it and let it happen naturally. I tease him a lot for fun, he doesn’t complain ‘cos he knows that I would never force him to do anything he doesn't want to. By the way, everytime I call him “hot”, he blushes violently, it’s just too funny. We spend a lot of time in the kitchen today, cooking pasta and drinking wine, he has the gift of making simple everyday things cool. I don't know how people live without Spencer Reid by their side.

We were washing dinner dishes together, he washed and I dried everything, it was a system that worked and it may seem silly, but in those moments I felt close to him.We get stuck in our world and nothing else matters. He looked at me all the time, once, he told me that looking at me was like looking at the goddess Aphrodite. In fact, that I was much prettier than her. What a lie. 

I had already dried everything and put it away, just missing the wine glasses he was washing. Spencer was a tall man and I was a short woman, but I was glad that today I was wearing high-heeled boots that made one have quicker access to the back of his neck. Slowly, I arrived from behind, put my hand on his waist and kissed the back of his neck, he shivered in reaction.

"Baby, I'm going to end up breaking the glass," I chuckled. He was the most precious thing in this world. "Sorry, it's just that I miss you", he finished washing the glass, closed the tap before saying,"But you saw me yesterday and the day before yesterday . We spend a lot time together". I gave him another kiss on the back of his neck “I know but it's not enough, I've always wanted you all to myself, all the time".

He turned to me and placed an icy hand on my face, I melt with every touch of yours, sometimes I feel like a porcelain doll that can break at any moment. "Spence, I love you so much, you know that, right?!", he smiled. I will never get tired of this view, his face brings me peace and his presence comforts me, it's only been four months together but it seems so much longer. "I love you too, very much."

And his gaze drifted towards my lips and I knew what I should do, I kissed him and honestly, his kisses always awaken something in me, it looks like that with each kiss I gain more years of life. After several wet kisses he suddenly stopped, he looks uncomfortable and and his cheeks gradually gained a shade of pink, something that was not uncommon to see. He turned his face away.

"Baby, are you alright?", he shook his head. "Something's wrong, tell me." He looked into my eyes, I watch him bit his bottom lip, he was nervous. “Pff, this situation is embarrassing. I'm little...excited, you know?" I frowned. I didn't understand. Excited??? Wait, he was aroused. Because of me. Gezz! "Baby, were you telling me you're hard ‘cause of me?".

"Yes, I am. This situation is pretty embarrassing. I think it’s better go take a cold shower, sorry.", he started to move however I stopped him. It seemed too cruel if I didn't help him now, I wanted to please him, I wanted to taste him, I wanted to finally have an intimate moment with the man I loved. I didn't filter my next words, they came out of my mouth faster than lightning, I couldn't contain my desire.

"Spencer, wait. This doesn't have to be embarrassing, I can help you. I know we promised not to rush things but I want to make you feel good, I want this. Let me help you, I get down on my knees now if you want but only if you say you want to. Let me taste you.", I could see his innocent eyes turn black, I knew how much he loved the audios and how my tease could get to him and confessing that I wanted to get on my knees for him, made him immobile, going over what I said in your head over and over like a song.

"Spence? My love?!", He blinked his eyes and took a deep breath, I was tense. Whatever his command was, I would do it. "I want this, please, I need you", he confessed to me, it felt like he was telling me a secret that had been kept for a long time. Then, I gave him a soft kiss that natually became a needy kiss. I went down to his neck, giving kisses and licking his skin, I know that teasing is something important in intercourse and I wanted him to have a good experience.

I unbuttoned his shirt and trailed kisses down the V line and looked up, he was aware of my every move. "Can I go on, love?" he shakes his head. “Love, I need words”, I want hear it, consent is key for this to work, for it to be good for both me and him. It is the basics that every human being should know. “Yes, baby”.

I took off his belt and lowered his pants, his underwear was white and was already marked with his pre-cum. I placed a kiss on his cock over the fabric. "Please angel, I can’t wait any longer", he whimpered, my love is so needed. I laughed, he was desperate for this. "Calm down love, we have plenty of time. And oh, I want to hear your moans, so don't be shy", next I took his underwear off, I was trying to be very gentle with him, I wanted to go step by step, very slowly.

I went from bottom to top before popping his cock into my mouth, Spence let out a loud groan, feeling the pleasure take over your body. It was the best thing I've ever heard in my life. Gradually I increased the pace, he threw his head back and held tight to the kitchen counter. I felt his body vibrate under my touch, so I decided to tease him a bit.

"Do you like it, babe? Have your cock in my mouth? Such a good boy” he moaned again, he whispers a lot of "yes, yes, yes" and I went back to what he was doing, feeling proud of it. Seeing him get messed up for me is wonderful, I love him so much and would do anything for my boy. Not much time later, he looked me in my eyes to say, "I'm almost there, Y/N, let me cum. Please.".  Fuck, it would be so good to taste him. I took it out of my mouth again, never stopping my hand movements "Come for me, love, I’m waiting for it for so long", I intensified the movements and he yelled my name before spitting his love in my face. He was out of breath and so was I, and my makeup was ruined. He will be the death of me.

"Did you liked it, Spence?", On his face he had a smirk when he saw my painted face, behind that little angel face, there's a very dirty mind that I really want to explore. I can imagine the possibilities."Yeah, I'm in heaven, your mouth is so good. Just so fucking good. And I messed up your makeup, I'm so sorry."

I got up from the floor, trying to wipe my face with my hand, now the one who looked like a mess was me "Oh come on, I know you weren't sorry about that. I hope you liked it because the day I have you inside me, then you'll be in heaven", I finished with a soft kiss on his lips, I could spend hours doing this with him, I would never get tired of it. Afterwards, we went to the bathroom to clean up the mess we made in the kitchen, and after today, we're going to do more than sleep in that bed.

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓

kinktober day 4: praise

pairing: eijiro kirishima x chubby reader

word count: 2.0

a/n: this is a day late! super sorry about that anyway have some praise. this is super self indulgent, as a chubby girl myself i just want kirishima to tell me how pretty i am. i've never written for kiri before so i hope i've done him justice. this is reposted and it didn't show up in the tags previously (lets hope it does now) ₊˚✩‧₊˚♡‧₊˚

warnings: insecurities, doubts, fluff, comfort, fingering, oral, body worship, praise (obvs), implied safe word set, established relationship, pro-hero kiri + chubby quirkless reader, smut, 18+, mdni / always check the warnings on my writing !

Summing your boyfriend in one word it would be amazing, he's just so perfect and you think the world of him although sometimes it's hard to imagine he thinks the same of you though.

On good days you know your worth but on the bad days you can't help but think why is he with you, he's a pro hero and you're just you. Your boyfriend is sculptured like the gods, and you're just some quirkless chubby girl, at least in your eyes.

You're home alone again waiting for Ejirou to return from patrols and all you can do is stare at yourself in the mirror. Today is one of the bad days.

You went to UA with Kirishima but you were in the general studies course, you knew of him but he didn't know you, that's until near the end of graduation as you quite literally bumped into each other. It ended up with him catching you before you fell over and at the time you thought it was one of the most embarrassing times of your life but now looking back at it you realise how lucky it was to not look where you were walking.

After you met Ejirou it was only a matter of time before you met his friends, and it was slightly daunting, they were all such big characters and to this day you swear Bakugou didn't like you for a time, maybe he still doesn't it's so hard to tell with him. Kirishima always tells you that he does like you though.

Last night was great, everyone's schedules was clear and no one was on patrol so everyone went to Sero and Kaminari's shared place. One too many drinks later and you couldn't help that your head took a dark turn and even today you haven't left the headspace. Both your boyfriend and his friends are brilliant, and it's hard to think that you're not good enough to be apart of their life.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you hadn't even realised that Ejirou had returned home, walking into the bedroom to find you. You jumped at the sound of the bedroom door creek and you turned to find Kirishima frowning at you.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Kirishima asked, walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He knew what was wrong but he wanted you to say it, he's been with you for years now, he knows how you act when your self esteem goes down.

"I just don't feel good today." There was a pregnant pause as you knew that you had to get out what you were feeling, you took a breath and started explaining how you felt. The whole time you were explaining how you felt, he listened and held you.

Kiri spun you around so you were facing each other and lent down to kiss you, explaining all his love to you in one kiss that deepened with warmth and adoration. After you broke away from the kiss to breathe, you realised that Kirishima still hasn't had a shower.

"You should really take a shower Kiri."

"Nah, I'll have one later." He grins before picking you up and lifting you onto the bed.

Your lips slightly turn down you say "E you shouldn't do that I'm heavy, put me down."

"Babe I'm literally a pro hero, I can always carry you." Kirishima replies as he throws you down onto the bed and you can't help but giggle when you bounce a bit afterwards. He quickly takes of his hero gear and joins you on the bed. Every time you see Kiri undressed you can't help but stare in awe of him, how absolutely stunning he is. Kirishima can't help but do the same of course, to him you're the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes upon.

What he didn't realise is that he said out loud until a couple seconds after, it's so hard for him to keep his thoughts in his head when it comes to you. "I love you so much, fuck. With all my heart sweetheart," Kirishima says while staring into your eyes. It leaves you speechless as you hear his conviction and admiration. "Can I take this off babe?" He says gesturing to your clothes. You haven't found your voice yet, you do enthusiastically nod and Kirishima matches your enthusiastically with a huge grin on his face, taking off your clothes.

Kirishima soaks you up, its truly not his fault he thinks the world of you and to him you're his world. Kirishima wants to assure how much he loves you, he wants to show you how pretty you are, he wants to worship you, his goddess.

Ejiriou starts kissing your soft jaw making his way down your neck, if you think you lost your voice earlier then you don't even think you can form words now. You're on cloud nine, basking in the affection that the love of your life gives to you.

Kirishima runs his tongue further along your neck all the way down, where he marks you up with a love bite as a reminder to anyone that sees that you are his. Then he starts to move to the side to kiss your arms and running his hands up and down your wrists. Panic starts filling your body because your arms are too big and he's not going to like it. In reality that will never happen and deep down you know that, Kiri has seen your body thousands of times now and all he's ever done is tell you how pretty you are but you can't help that nagging feeling.

Your breathing becomes irregular and you get more and more worried, your boyfriend realises straights away and stops immediately with a worried look on his face. "Baby, what's wrong? Talk to me. Is this too much? Do you want to stop?" next comes the waterworks as everyday Kirishima shows you how perfect he is, how blessed you are to have him, although you feel like you don't deserve it.

Kirishima starts getting more and more concerned as he hugs you and holds you close, "I just don't feel pretty E, I'm not as pretty as you and everyone," you manage to say between sniffles.

He keeps his arms around you but turns to face, wiping the tears off your face and kissing you all over your face, making you smile. "Don't say things like that, sweetheart, you are so much prettier than everyone in the entire world. All through out history. I love you so much- to your chubby checks and your plump arms and how cute your tummy is! It's so soft and squishy just like the rest of you, and god damn your legs and your thighs they're so lovely and like woah! Just like the rest of you. Baby I could go on forever talking about how adorable I find you, how much I love you, how attractive you are and I will if that's what you want babe, but personally I think it would be better to show you all that, yeah?"

Gaping like a fish, you're flustered and warm all over, shocked by Kiri's rambling. You absolutely want Kiri to show you.

Kirishima waits looking at you, you realise he wants your consent, "yes please." He smiles at you as he kisses your forehead then pulls up your hands above your head, clasping your wrists, not enough to hurt or even to completely immobilise you but enough to make sure you won't move away from his touch, with his other hand he holds onto your waist. The doubt starts forming in your mind again, your waist is too big and your wrists aren't small like other girls. Kirishima kisses you it's engulfing, it's taking over your senses are all you can think about is him. By the time he pulls away from you, you're dizzy and giddy, nothing on your mind apart from Ejirou.

You're finding it hard to think and then Kirishima starts kissing you again. He's putting his mouth all over your chest, slowly becoming more and more needy, you just want him to do something. It's as if he's read your mind as straight after he starts circling one of your nipples, hardly putting any pressure or force at all behind his movements, making you wriggle, trying to get more stimulation. Leaning down he captures your other nipple in your mouth and sucks hard. The difference of actions make you groan loudly, Kirishima still tugging around you and softly biting your nipple, you're still groaning.

"You make such beautiful noises for me sweetheart." He looks up at you. Kirishima starts kissing further down, reaching your tummy. You're so euphoric still buzzing that you don't realise until he starts talking again, "so fucking sexy sweetheart, I don't want to hear you talking bad about yourself. Everything about you is beautiful." He's kissing your stomach and still holding onto your wrists to make sure you don't push him away, he knows that you would be vocal and tell him if you did want him to stop.

Kirishima reaches down to your hip and bites hard, making you squeak, quickly soothing the mark by leaving a hickey over it. He starts littering your entire hip with hickies and running his hands all over you, just grabbing onto whatever he can get a hold of. Kirishima would like to think he has restraint but he's getting so needy, he's had no simulation and he hasn't been touched at all. He doesn't know for how much longer he will be able to hold out until he needs you.

Ejirou bites your thigh, much more softer than your hip knowing your thighs are sensitive and he places small kisses and bites all over your thighs. He can feel your heat from where he is. He can't help but hump onto the bed, trying to get any friction he can, you're so wet, you look absolutely divine. Without any warning his mouth is around your clit, slowly sucking it in a similar way to earlier. With his mouth latched on your clit, he thrusts two fingers into you, curling until he hit that special spot. Your orgasm was building up fast as Kirishima keeps a steady pace. Your thighs were squeezing around him, Kirishima thought if he were to die this way than so be it, there is nothing better than having your soft thighs wrapped around his head, especially while he's going down on you. He could feel you clenching, "you feel so good beautiful." He mumbles while still having his lips on your cunt, soon after the tightly wound coils in you core snapped.

Your body is shock as you orgasmed with Ejirou holding onto you tightly, all that came out of your mouth was broken gasps and mumbles of his name. After you come down you look up to he Kirishima with two fingers in his mouth, "you taste so fucking good sweetheart."

"Ei! Don't say things like that!" Your raised voice trails off to a mumble, he laughs as he says he just telling the truth.

He pulls himself up to the back of the bed and wraps his arms around you. Kirishima kisses your neck and tells you that you're beautiful. "My gorgeous, gorgeous goddess of a girlfriend. and all mine" He whispers to you. You close your eyes and you think about how much you both love each other. He loves you just as much as you love him. You close your eyes and bury your head against his chest, smiling. Kirishima will have to have a shower later.

[joekeeryswife]

Hear me out, Kurt x camgirl Reader

Camgirl - K.K

SMUT IMPLIED PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT SUBJECT OR YOU’RE UNDERAGE - this isn’t really smutty because i am really uncomfortable with that. hope this is okay though. this is also super short because i had no clue what to write without feeling uncomfortable. sorry.

to say you weren’t famous was an understatement. you were VERY famous. you had twenty million followers on instagram and thirty million subscribers on Only fans. yeah you beat Blac Chyna who used to be the most followed person. you had no idea why you got so big on there but you weren’t really complaining. you loved the fans that you had and you were supported by so many people. creating an only fans was one of the best decisions you had made.

you had made so many friends like Anna Paul and so many others (a/n Anna Paul owns my heart<3) you loved the content you created and would sometimes even do private videos for people who paid an amazing sum of money or people who requested a private video. you did live videos and posted pre-filmed videos and photos of you in lingerie, you also sometimes did collaborations with other onlyfans workers which made you get really famous, but you were mainly known for the live videos you did and you were “professionally” known as a camgirl. you did lives every Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, giving you a break on the spare days. that was when you usually took your photos and made your pre-filmed videos that you would post on one of those days. you were hated on, obviously, by different men and women who judged you for your choice of job but you honestly didn’t care.

you had just finished filming a video at a new location and decided to get a Spree Social. obviously it wasn’t your preferred choice of transportation because you could be in the car with a right knob, but Uber was unavailable. you never drove to different locations when filming. you’d rather not show anyone but your Uber or Spree driver you were there. you requested a Spree and within 5 minutes your driver was there. you got into the car and made sure that you were in the right car before the driver started driving. “i’m a big fan” you heard as you were texting your friends on your phone. “i’m sorry?” you questioned. you were trying to make sure you heard correctly. “i- i said i’m a big fan. sorry if i made it weird” he said, stuttering over his words. you smiled at him. “well thank you, i’m glad you like the content” you joked, looking at him through the rear view mirror. you winked at him when you caught his eye and he blushed hard.

you guys spoke for a bit about different hinges before turning back to your onlyfans. “so, how did you grow your audience so quickly?” he said, stopping at a red light. you gave him a look. “i post myself naked on the internet, i’m gonna get some views at least.” you said, smirking a bit. this boy did not have a clue. “well obviously, but like how did you grow so fast? i think i started watching you since one of your first videos” he said, sounding nervous. “i honestly don’t know, i guess i just kept trying till one of my videos went really viral and it worked.” you said, brushing your hair behind your ear. he shifted in his seat before speaking up again. “do you think i could start and onlyfans?” he said, voice so quiet you could almost not hear him. “anyone can start an onlyfans. are you experienced with girls and have you explored your own body? that’s the main question” you said, trying to get to know the nervous boy.

“i- well, uhh. no. i’ve never done anything with any girls.” he said, his head dropping slightly. you immediately felt bad. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to embarrass you” you said, he shook his head. “it’s fine, i’ve just never had anyone like me enough to do it. i obviously have explored myself just not another woman” he coughed afterwards. “it’s okay” you trailed on, you didn’t even know his name. he took the hint and spoke up again. “Kurt” he said, smiling a little. “well i’m y/n but i guess you already know that.” you laughed, he also laughed and then you carried on talking. “any girl would be lucky to have sex with you. it’s not a bad thing you’re a virgin. we were all virgins once in our lives and losing your virginity can be scary. i remember my first time. i was terrified” you said, looking out the window. you were both silent for a minute before you heard his phone go off. you looked around the car and didn’t even realise how many cameras were in his car.

“pull over and fuck her Kurt” you heard a lady’s voice say, she sounded almost robotic. your head snapped the where the sound was, his phone was on a stand with over 40k viewers. “i uhh, i’m sorry about that, i can’t control what they write.” he choked on his words as he spoke. you looked at the chat and saw some people making fun of him for being a virgin and some even congratulating him on even talking to you. he shifted slightly when you got closer to him. you whispered in his ear as he stopped at another red light. “should we show them what you are capable of?” he looked at you, then at your lips, then back at your eyes. you smiled as he nodded his head. he quickly drove to a random location and you sat back in your seat. you messaged your roommate telling her you wouldn’t be home till late so she didn’t wait up for you.

he drove to a boring field which had no one in it and stopped the car. “can they see from each camera?” you said as he got into the back of the car. “yeah they can” you heard him say. the phone spoke up again as you both started kissing. “oh my god. Kurt is getting it on with a camgirl” the robotic voice said, you both pulled apart as you laid down and Kurt got on top of you. “my camgirl” he said, you nodded your head as you took in more of his appearance. he was actually gorgeous. you’d usually not be kissing a boy you’d just met but something about Kurt that drew you to him. he was your type to a tea. “let’s put on a show for these weirdo’s” you spoke as you both got back to kissing. this was going to be a long night.

[asmolfolk]

Hi! Could I have some headcanons for Ares with an s/o (gn, so everyone identifies themselves) who likes to touch/play with his hair? This big boy didn't get much screen time without that damn helmet, but I would love to poke that curl of his like a cat at play, hehehe

And if it's not asking too much, what would be the reaction of Zeus, Hermes and Hercules seeing Ares with his s/o in his lap, playing with his curl while they have a normal conversation apart from the fact that s/o looks like a cat, lol

Amo seus posts <3

☁︎Oooh! Welcome back, my sweetest! ^^☁︎Thank you for your request, pretty cute and lovely I may add. It was really fun writing about this lil' dumb guy. ☁︎Hope that you are having a great day! E EU AMO VOCÊ <3333

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༻✦[Fandom]༺ ✩Shuumatsu No Valkyrie ༻✧[Character]༺ ✩Ares ༻✦[Request]༺ ✩Ares x S/o who likes to touch/play with his hair.

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 Being fully honest, Ares just loves when you touch or play with his hair. He loves when you just sit on his lap and take off his helmet and then starts running your fingers through his hair.

 It didn’t matter where or when, he would always be there, standing still and letting you do so.

 For your S/O, there’s no better thing than knowing you are so in love with him that you would do something like that.

 For Ares, this feeling is way more than just love… Being this chill with someone, not even having to say anything… It’s just so unbelievable.

 For the GOD OF WAR… You taking off his helmet is a way of saying ‘I love you, as a God, as my partner and as yourself…’ It’s a physical way of showing him that he is loveable and that you stayed for HIM.

 With that being said, I believe that Ares wouldn’t mind quite a bit. He thinks it’s cute enough.

"S/o? Why did you stop...? Wait- N-No... I-I wasn't wanting for more... Well, MAYBE I was wanting you to continue..." "Okay... I will admit, I like it very much, my warrior... I just... Can't, your hands are so skilled in everything... And yet, they aren't like mine. Your hands are soft, gentle and it carries no harm to me..."  "I feel myself wanting more and more of you each time." - Ares wasn't one to deny that he loves being pampered by you... But, sometimes, he feels like he shouldn't show how much this matters to him... He doesn't want you to feel obligated to do this everyday... He wants you to do it because you like it too...

 But - don’t get me wrong tho - He isn’t like that when there’s people around. Not that he is embarrassed, it’s more of a respect thing - If there’s other people in the room, he wouldn’t let this happen… But would cuddle a lot with you afterwards, reassuring you that it was because he isn’t too big in PDA.

 He is too ‘shy’... Sometimes.

 If anyone says that “It’s okay to do that” while they were there this MAN LITERALLY LOOKS AT YOU WITH PUPPY EYES.

 Don’t let him waiting-

 If you do so, he will worry and ask if everything is okay… While kissing your face- He doesn't care about the people now.

 They can watch AND DIE JEALOUS HAHAHAHA

 He is such a hopeless romantic.

As always, you were looking directly at your God of War… The goodest boy in all Olympus, Ares. Sitting on his lap while just playing with his hair, you could feel all of his worries being vanished by the mere touch of your finger. In those moments, you realize how in love he is… It’s so sweet. Yet, you always were lost when Ares did that with you too or when he started to kiss your hands… It was just so sweet of him… Unknowing to you, there were three ‘fofoqueiros’ or spies watching your interaction with your partner. Their eyes were focused on the way you treated Ares and how he reacted to every touch. Zeus was in a complete shock! He didn’t expect THIS at all. “Oh- OHHHH- MY SON-” He is cutted by Hermes, suggesting him to be quiet. Hermes was still with a composed and calm facade, even though he was invested in seeing what this could lead into… And poor Heracles was so lost! He covered his own eyes, not wanting to be a third… Or fifth wheel. “…I didn’t expect him to be so in love with this… Person.” Hermes said with a grin, he didn’t see you as nothing less than a… Peasant. “Quite a match.” “…They are so cute! B-But looking is wrong! We should go away!” Heracles said, trying to get out of here without moving, but ended up almost tripping- “Shhh, don’t be the party pooper.” Said Zeus with a big smile. “And be quiet, you two… This old man needs some romantic tea.” Zeus was looking directly at you lovebirds… He was with a sweet yet devilish smile on his face. But inside, he was actually proud of his son - he thinks you are a good catch and he actually doesn't mind this show of affection, he thinks it’s cute and he is actually invested into this relationship. Hermes wasn’t looking at it too much, he was more interested in the reaction of the other 2… He doesn’t actually care about this… [He actually thinks it’s a good fanfiction material that he will write it down later-] Heracles thinks that he shouldn’t even think about prying into your and Ares’s private matters. And they wouldn’t interrupt any one of you- And Heracles would FORCE them to get the fuck out-

[sissycensorslut]

C.w public stuff

A few nights ago we were lying in bed and mommy suggested going out shopping with me because she was off during the week for a change. I was really happy because she never does this sort of thing, usually when we go out its usually on a date to a resteraunt or the cinema which is amazing don't get me wrong but it's nice doing something simpler sometimes.

Although to "spice things up a bit" she asked if I would like to wear some toys. I was a little apprehensive but this could be a whole new kind of pleasure so I had to accept.

So the day comes and I dress really conservatively, long sleeved dress, long black socks, frilled black panties and a thick bra along with fairly heavy black make up.

I dress like this Alot anyway but today it was because I had vibrating nipple clamps, vibrators strapped to my cage and one of those lush vibrators in my ass.

As we were walking around mommy would turn them on for a second to remind me that they were their but she stopped for a while, until I had to pay for our food shopping, then she turned them all full blast, first the my nipples, then my ass and finally my clitty felt really good, so good I had to brace myself again the till. I was so embarrassed when the lovely cashier asked if I was okay, luckily it was a hot day so I had a nice excuse but I gave mommy a pouty look afterwards.

We went to a resteraunt afterwards. We picked a booth right at the back with almost no one around cause it was a Wedensday at mid day. Mommy was determined to make me cum so after we ordered she put the vibrator on full blast again put her arm around me, then she waited as I tried to hold in my moans while shifting in my seat.

Eventually I came hard, soaking my panties. I had to bite my hand to prevent me from moaning and I just put my head down on the table. I could vaguely hear mommy talking to the nice waiter, who had just brought our food, asking if he could bring some ice water for me cause I had "heat stroke".

We ate, left then when we got home, right as the door closed she pinned me to the wall, kissed me deeply and told me that she was going to reward me for being a good girl.

So she carried me to the bedroom, took the vibrator out of my ass and replaced it with her strap on and fucked me so hard I forgot about her being mean earlier. She made dinner, let me eat at the table with her then she pulled me into a hug while we watched TV, overall I kind of want to try it again ^_~

[gatheringbones]

[“Coming from the Bible Belt in Kansas, I knew very well where the church and conservative moralists stood. But when I moved to New York at age twenty, even my open-minded friends thought masturbation was a second-rate substitute for “the real thing.” That was in the 1950s. My only source of sex information was marriage manuals and random bits of Freudian psychiatry. When I finally made it to the couch, my therapist and I had the same romantic image—mature sex was having vaginal orgasms from intercourse within a meaningful relationship. Adult masturbation was okay if I didn’t do it too much; otherwise it would be compulsive or infantile behavior. I was sure that several times a week was too much, so with grim determination, I set out to find Prince Charming in order to live happily and orgasmically ever after.

Throughout my twenties, I had superromantic, monogamous love affairs with passionate orgasms from intercourse. My lovers and I always planned to get married, which justified the sex. Masturbating while I was involved with a man would have meant there was something terribly wrong with my sexlife. Each of these affairs lasted about two years, and the breakup was always devastating. Being romantically in love was like mainlining emotions. I was hooked on my beloved, and there was no way I could live without my fix. Never once did I become a smart romantic addict who had learned how to move along to the next lover without suffering. At the end of each affair, I nearly wiped myself out with sorrow, regret, despair, or rage.

After years of searching for love, my prince finally found me. It was a romantic dream come true, and at twenty-nine, I got married, just in time to escape the horrible fate of going over the hill alone. During the first year, I felt our sexual exchange was modest, but my therapist said we would be more passionate in bed after we made our “marital adjustments.” I quit my job and concentrated on marriage. I was now economically secure, but I was getting more and more concerned about our sexlife. In our marriage’s second year, we were having sex about once a month. When we did make love, my husband would come too fast, and I wouldn’t come at all. Afterward, we’d both be embarrassed and silent. When he was asleep, I would quickly and quietly masturbate under the covers. I’d do it barely moving or breathing, feeling sick with frustration and guilt.

Since we were in love, I couldn’t understand why we weren’t into sex. I was a doomed romantic junkie, trapped in a marriage that a wasn’t living up to my romantic ideal. Sometimes I felt it was all my fault. Our lack of sex meant I wasn’t holding up my end of the marital bargain. I had no sexual value, and he didn’t really love me. Torn between blaming myself, blaming him, or blaming the institution of marriage, I was too busy to consider sexual alternatives. With joyful masturbation, I could have had an orgasm every day and one decent fuck a month. But no! Every time I wanted sex, I had to depend on my other half, and sometimes he really did have a headache.

Over the next few years, there was so much tension and so little communication in our marriage that I stopped wanting sex with my husband altogether. Instead, I began creating monumental masterpieces of art. But in the sixth year, no matter how much I tried to sublimate my desire, hot sexual memories crept back into my consciousness. Once my husband went on a business trip and my horniness spilled over into a private one-week orgy of drawing my sexual fantasies, getting turned on, and masturbating way beyond the point of going blind. I drew all the exciting sexual perversions I could think of, which were actually very few—oralsex, fucking doggie style, and a threesome. Overwhelmed with guilt at my hedonistic debauchery, I destroyed the drawings. I actually tore them up into tiny bits and flushed them down the toilet, afraid someone might find the scraps in the garbage and put the pieces together.

Of course my marriage fell apart. I wanted orgasmic partnersex to be part of my life.”]

betty dodson, from orgasms for one: the joy of selfloving

[hannahssimblr]

I’m pretty sure I’ll throw up, it’s not a matter of if, but when. I sit shivering and grey faced in the boys changing room at nine o’clock, Friday morning and wish I was dead. Actually, I’ve wished I was dead rather consistently for the duration of the morning, from the moment I woke up at seven after maybe two hours of sleep, while preparing my sister’s breakfast, while showering, dressing myself in my horrible uniform and for the whole seafront walk to the school gates, where I kept imagining cars swerving over the cycle path and mercifully mowing me down. 

“Jude, man, what time you get home at last night?” Fitzy is in my ear, “I’m so hungover, man, my head is bloody pounding.”

“Dunno,” I reply, “Not long after you I’d say,” through the aura of my vicious migraine I peer at my phone screen where one new message notification blinks at me. 

Jude, darling. Just thinking of you after our call. I hope you’re doing okay. I know I shouldn’t be worried but if you want to talk again tomorrow I am available. Lots of love & miss you every day. xoxox Maureen. 

Jesus Christ. Did I call Aunt Maureen last night? I check my call log to see that indeed, I made a long distance call to New Mexico at four in the morning. A seven minute call. A groan of despair escapes me. I have no recollection. What did I say to her? Something unhinged enough to warrant this anxious text message, whatever it was. I bet I was an incoherent, embarrassing mess. 

Sorry Maureen, it’s all good. I was just a bit homesick. We should catch up properly at the weekend if you’re free. No need to worry. X J

It’s a cruel thing, P.E first thing on a Friday morning, but Mr. Doherty, a likely sadist, seems to love it. This is the same man who scheduled an African drumming workshop the day after our junior cert results came out, knowing full well what he would be inflicting upon a classroom full of hungover sixteen year olds. 

He’s got a basketball in his hands today, bouncing it around the gym floor with his legs spread out about a metre apart. I don’t know why he stands like that, though I suspect perhaps it's a part of his lifelong quest to become the world's most intimidating man and take up the maximum amount of space possible. I made up a story about seeing him on a public bus seat with his legs at a 180 degree angle once, and I still hear it repeated sometimes as though it's fact.

He’s going on about teams, explaining something involving those smelly polyester bibs that nobody has washed since 1972, but I am distracted by the sunlight from the windows edging the ceiling and the way that is so unmanageably bright. Doherty pulls the first of the neon bibs out of the bucket and the sight of it, the colour, the sweat stains around the armpits, makes my stomach lurch. 

“Bib, Turner,” he barks as he throws it at me and I catch it, along with a whiff of stale sweat and Jurassic era skin cells and I drop it right onto the floor, guts churning as I race to the toilets and retch and puke, fallen to my knees inside the filthy stall until there’s nothing left inside me. 

“Classic Jude,” someone is saying when they all filter into the changing rooms afterwards while I still clutch the bowl. I must be here forty minutes now. “Always throwing up.” 

“Y’alright?” Someone else calls out, and I groan. “Well Doherty wants you when you’re done. He’s waiting in the gym.”

“Fuck sake,” I fist my hair in my hands and considering knocking myself out and getting the nurse to send me home.

It’s another few minutes until I trust myself to exit the bathroom, and then, like a shell of a boy, I trudge out to the gym on rubber legs to where Doherty waits beneath a basketball hoop. 

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while,” He begins, his voice echoing through the rafters.

“Uh huh,”

“It’s Friday. Jude. It’s a school day. How is it that you think you can show up to class in this state?”

“Dunno, sir.”

“I know that you’re a smart boy, right? You know better than this. So when you’re at school, that means you come prepared, well rested, homework done, and in a decent, respectable state, do you understand? You can’t be off doing whatever you like with your evenings, especially if you’re going to show up to my class like this. I shouldn’t even have to explain this to you.”

“Yes sir.”

“This is an insult to me, do you hear what I’m saying? You think because it’s P.E on Friday that you can rip the piss? That you don’t have to take it as seriously as other classes?”

“No, Sir.”

“You’re the same at my Rugby practises too these days, you’ve gone all soft and unfit on me. Is this why? Are you out galavanting every night of the week?”

I hesitate, “Some.”

“Is the boom back already? Sex drugs and rock n roll and whatnot.”

“I dunno what any of those things are.”

“Oh, give me a bloody break. You think I was born yesterday? I could smell your type a mile away, and this is my last straw. I want to see you in detention today from four to five.”

I leap to attention, “Wait, no, sir, I can’t do detention.”

“Seriously, Turner? Are you joking me right now?” “Yes, no, honestly sir. I have an agreement with the school. I don’t have to do detention on Fridays, ask the vice principal, I have-”

“Well that’s the biggest load of bollox I ever heard, do you know that? Special agreement,” he scoffs, “Yeah, pull the other one.”

“I’ll do it Monday, I promise, I just can’t tonight.”

“You’re heading out again, is it? More partying? More drinking and acting the mick? I don’t think so. Detention at four.”

“But sir, I-”

“Don’t talk to me. Decision is final, and if you’re not there, consider yourself suspended.” 

I pace the yard at lunchtime waiting for a call to connect. 

“Hello?” 

“Oh, Trisha, hi, it’s Jude Turner, um, Ivy’s brother?”

“Oh Jude, sweetheart, how are you keeping?”

“Good, yeah, uh, just wondering, are you picking her up from school today?”

“As usual… unless something has changed? She and Ella were planning to work on some sort of group project for school, but if you want to come and get her earlier…”

“No, this is about her piano lesson.”

“Yes, I expect I’ll drop her off at four as I always do…”

“Right, yes, is there any chance that maybe you could collect her too? Just for this week.”

She hisses through her teeth, “Ahh, well you know that we have swimming lessons Fridays at five, we’ll have to be straight on the road… is there going to be a problem collecting her?”

“Um, no, just school stuff, there’s a chance I’ll be delayed.”

“What about your mum, sweetie?” 

“She works until six usually,” there’s dead air on the line and I quickly babble on to fill the silence, “But I’m sure if I tell her what’s happening she’ll leave early, never mind anyway Trisha, I just thought I’d ask.”

“Alright! Sorry about that, love, I’m sure your mum will get it sorted.”

“Yeah. Same. Bye,” I put my phone back into my trouser pocket. No point even trying mom’s phone. She never answers and if she did she wouldn’t help.

The bell rings for the end of lunch. 

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[ticklish-n-stuff]

How ADA members react to you telling them you like being tickled

Atsushi:

"Oh cool!... what's that?" poor Atsushi doesn't know what tickling is and stares at you expectantly with curious cat eyes

It was embarrassing enough to tell him that you liked being tickled, but now you had to go into full-on detail to explain it to him?!

You somehow manage to tell him through stutters and your face heating up by the second.

Once it clicks on his head, he'd give you a warm smile and say "I'd love to try tickling you sometime, if you'll let me of course"

How could you say no to that?!

Dazai: @duckymcdoorknob

Kunikida:

He'd honestly feel delighted that you trusted him with something so intimate, not that he'd tell you that though.

He'd reassure you with a soft smile and a headpat, before switching back to his teasing grin.

"So... that means you'll let me tickle you whenever?~ Hmm... what if I made you ask for it, would that make it worse?~"

Prepare yourself, he'll do whatever it takes to turn you into a blushing, stuttering mess before the actual tickling begins.

Be ready for him to ghost over your spots and make you ask for tickles. But don't worry, he'll reward you with lots of cuddles afterwards~♡

In that moment, Kunikida felt something pop. It was actually his heart from how freaking adorable he found your shy confession over something so cute and innocent!

He'd try and fail to act all professional about it, cracking a soft smile and a small blush even though you were the embarrassed one

But his demeanor did calm down your nerves a bit.

He'd then proceed to ask you all kinds of questions like "what do you like about tickling", "favorite spot? Soft or rough tickles?" etc.

You could feel your soul slowly leave your body with each question but he'd reassure you

And he'd note down all your answers in his notebook, making a page dedicated to just that.

Ranpo: @nervousswitch

"I know" he'd reply nonchalantly to your confession, making your mouth gape open in shock.

"Oh c'mon Y/N, you're not that discrete about it. It doesn't take the world's greatest detective to figure that out~"

At that moment you wished you could just sink deep into the ground.

"Haha! Don't worry, I still find you adorable for it" he'd tease before pouncing on you, tackling you to the ground and straddling your waist.

"I don't even need to use super deduction to figure out your spots~"

Y/n was never heard from again/j

Yosano:

"Oh really? So you like it when I do this?~"

She doesn't waste any time trying out her newly learnt information. Already trying to find all your tickle spots.

"Laugh louder if I found a good spot~" she teased as her fingers would reduce you to a puddle of laughter and squeals

Kenji:

"Really? That's so cute!~ I bet you have a wonderful laugh! I'd love to tickle you sometime~"

How could you say no to that angelic face of his??

Although don't let that deceive you, with his strenght it'll be a piece of cake to hold you down.

Tanizaki:

"Aww that's... pretty cute actually~ Does that mean I can tickle you whenever now?" he'd chuckle at the sight of your blushing face, not like you were opposed to that.

He'd then constantly tease you at work, poking your side when you're not looking just to get a reaction.

"Haha, sorry! I can't help myself, you're just too cute~"

Kyoka:

She'd probably only think as tickling as a form of torture, so she asks you to explain why you like it so much.

Once you tell her about the more playful side of tickling, she'd remember back when her parents would tickle her. Such fond memories. It brings a smile to her face

"I'd be happy to endulge you whenever you'd like"

Fukuzawa:

Also has a hard time controlling himself from how cute he finds you in that moment.

"That's... interesting"

He wouldn't say much, letting his actions speak for himself.

He'd casually place you on his lap and give you the gentlest of tickles.

"Is this okay? Are you enjoying yourself?"

His questions were genuine as your comfort was his priority, but that didn't stop you from feeling flustered as heck!

[tmntkiseki]

Diary of an Idiot Trying to Learn to Draw Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Part 1: Escaping the Comfort Zone)

Before we talk turtles and the early steps of my art journey with them, let's talk about me for a little bit.

Hello, most people know me by my online nickname, Star. I'm a perpetually tired gremlin in her late 20s from New England who still lives with her parents and two brothers. (I'm the middle child!) I love my two dogs to bits, I have a weird fascination with shipwrecks and maritime disasters, and I am a known art enjoyer to point of attempting to draw her own pictures. Sometimes it goes well, other times... ah, we'll get to that.

When I think about my history in terms of drawing, it all starts with anime. My first exposure anime was through a fairly obscure one called Sky Girls; I encountered it through Dance Dance Revolution: Super Nova 2 on the PS2, as the opening to the original OVA was one of the songs available in the game. I ended up watching most of the television series and I was quick to discover that, hey, there's an entire genre of animated television series that originate from Japan; subsequently, I ended up watching several anime that were popular during the late 2000s with Lucky Star, Haruhi Suzumiya, Clannad, and Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni all being shows that I watched during this period. It's difficult to say what entranced me so much about the art style quirks we so heavily associate with anime, but it's definitely had the biggest influences on my art; not just anime itself, but video games with anime art styles as well. If I had to name which pieces of Japanese media have affected me most in terms of art development, it would be Odin Sphere, KyoAni's works (especially Violet Evergarden), and Hidari (the character designer for three of the Atelier games and Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia.)

"Okay, but what about when you actually began to do your own art?" WELL, I can definitely say throughout elementary school I absolutely LOVED being in art class, but I didn't start seriously practicing until I was around 13; this was when my depression first reared its ugly head, but it was also about when I first got into fandom online. Now, the first fandom I actually made "content" for was Pokemon, but that wasn't drawing; that was fanfiction. The first fandom I actually drew for?

Call of Duty: Zombies. Yeah, I think we all have that one fandom we're embarrassed to mention that we were ever involved in. Regardless of the cringe factor, it was still important for me because that was when I first started interacting with other fanartists online and if I hadn't spent so much time drawing fanart of a bunch of WWII stereotypes while I was in high school, I wouldn't have laid the groundwork for what came afterwards.

In terms of overall skill, I'm definitely way better than I was back when I first started out, but there is still so much I have to learn; I do often look at other artists who are around my age or, hell, are even YOUNGER than me and think to myself "Why am I not that good?" and, ya know, art is an acquired skill that requires a lot of practice and due to my mental illness and lack of confidence/self-worth, there were periods where I would go for MONTHS without drawing anything, so the fact I'm not where I feel like I should be skill-wise is ultimately circumstantial (there are other personal shortcomings that have also been holding me back, but we'll get to those later). I have managed to learn to stop being so hard on myself and not be as perfectionistic, and I find myself drawing more and more for the fun of it and learning new techniques that'll result in better pieces rather than anything else. These are some of the Rune Factory 4 pieces I drew last year (all Arthur/Frey ship art, oops) and at this point I can look at them and think "Yeah, they're not perfect, but I also did a pretty good job."

All right, this is the part of the post where we finally get to talking about my experiences learning how to draw the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles--specifically, the 2003 versions. It's been about a month since I started studying the show's art and even if I'm not the best artist on the block, I still have a decent amount of experience under my belt that learning how to draw them shouldn't be too hard, right? Right? I mean how hard can it be to draw four humanoid turtles?

Oh boy, of all the fandoms I've drawn fanart for, TMNT 2003 probably has one of the steepest learning curves that I have EVER experienced.

All right, what are some of the advantages do I have going in? There is my existing experience drawing, but I'd argue the fact that my brain is so hardwired to draw anime is an advantage in some ways. When I first looked at the show's art style (more specifically that of seasons 1 - 5), I was thinking to myself "How the everliving FUCK am I supposed to draw this?!" However, when I actually sat down and studied the model sheets, I was delighted to discover that a lot of the basic fundamentals that I already learned drawing anime bodies can be applied to the turtles; one of the only major adjustments I had to make was exaggerating the muscles of the arms and legs. Not only that, but one of the less human aspects of the turtles IE the plastron is actually incredibly useful as a makeshift guideline for the torsos; it quite literally divides them into chest, abdomen, and pelvis areas and I absolutely love it!

Unfortunately, that's about where my happiness with drawing the turtles ends and where my actual struggles start.

("Nekomata Mikey" from January 7th, which is probably my best and favorite turtle attempt thus far)

So, I suffer from a little something called "not liking to leave my comfort zone." It's not something that I'm incapable of doing, but getting me to break out of a repetitive routine and try something new or challenging is insanely difficult--no idea if it's a result of my autism spectrum disorder or not, but it definitely explains why I've hesitated to experiment more with my art and try new things... which is important if you want to further develop your style and improve. Oooooooh boy.

Now, I'm not necessarily looking to accurately replicate TMNT 2003's style, but I am hoping to maintain certain aspects when I draw the turtles. Stuff that is definitely contradicting what I'm comfortable with when it comes to drawing; the thick lines you see in a lot of the official art, the fact this show really likes using sharp angles to define physical features, the dark color palette of the first five seasons, the fact those seasons break the rule of "don't shade with black" that I've been taught from the beginning--a lot of stuff that I'm just not used to. It's hard not to become frustrated because half the time you have no idea what you're doing and have no idea whether it's going to look good or not.

Beyond that, there is the matter of the less human aspects of the turtles that are giving me a run for my money. I can somewhat handle the chunky three fingered hands and large two toed feet, but when I get to the heads and shells, that's where I start tearing my hair out. Even with multiple reference screenshots from the show and sassatello's tutorial on the head structure handy, I still find myself fumbling and making heads that are too angular and chunky (especially in the cheek area) or heads that are too round to the point of almost looking babyish. The shells are another matter entirely; it's weird because they are basically a dome-shaped backpack, but something about those things keeps throwing me for the loop no matter what angle or pose I'm drawing a turtle from.

*LOUD SIGH*

For all the struggles and frustrations I have, I'm still very happy to be studying and practicing how to draw the turtles. It's been about a month since I started pouring over the model sheets, taking screencaps from individual episodes to examine and annotate, and just drawing, and I've already learned so much. Not only that, but this whole experience of trying to figure out how to draw the main characters from an (almost) 21 year old cartoon has pushed me to look up... A LOT of tutorials for art skills I've admittedly been neglecting. Basic shapes used in the structure of the body, color theory and shading, all that good stuff. It is also a fact that studying the art of TMNT 2003 is exactly what inspired me to start posting all the model sheets and concept arts I have saved on my laptop. When you have a ton of art resources at your disposal, why not share them? Someone else might need them as much as you do.

I'm hoping to make another post like this in a couple months or so just to see how much I've improved, where I'm still kicking and screaming, and what areas I ought to focus on. Until then, take care and have a good day!

[wordbunch]

reminiscence (RoP! Elrond x reader)

a/n: this was requested! Elrond and reader bonding over the fact that they’re both twins/lost a twin. hope I did it justice, and of course I had to make the ending light-hearted and happy. 😊💖 enjoy and let me know how you liked it! 🎉

“What are you doing here all alone, on such a beautiful night?” you heard a well-known voice inquire behind you. There was a great feast held by the high king Gil-Galad, but you had decided to escape for a little while.

“I just wanted a few quiet moments to myself,” with a somewhat sad smile you turned to face Elrond behind you, with endless kindness in his eyes, and just a tinge of concern.

“I can leave you alone, if you like, my apologies for the interruption” he said in a rush, feeling a bit embarrassed for intruding like that. He put a hand over his heart and was just about to slightly bow in apology, when you closed your fingers gently over his wrist.

“Please, stay,” you urged him, “your company is always more than welcome.” Your statement made his shoulders relaxed a little bit, but he still wondered what was bothering you on such a warm, lovely, happy night. He didn’t think twice before deciding to stay with you on one of the many balconies under the stars - your company was more dear to him than that of anybody else in the royal halls.

“Is something the matter?” he inquired softly, not wanting to push you, but simultaneously wanting to make you feel better. The leaves rustled in a gentle breeze before you decided to speak up.

“In times like these, large gatherings of everyone I know, I just... I find myself missing my sister terribly,” you breathed out, an enormous weight seemingly falling off of your chest. “Wherever she is, I know she is watching over me. But sometimes it is just too difficult to bear.” Elrond’s heart broke just a little bit at your honest words - he knew very well what you were talking about.

“Trust me, I know,” he looked you in the eyes with such empathy that you could have cried right then and there. “The grief simply washes over you sometimes. It is best to just let it do so. At least that is what seems best to me.”

“You do miss Elros, too, at certain times?” you wondered, treading carefully since he didn’t often speak of such feelings to you.

“Naturally. There were times when we only had each other. But we made our choices, and they ended in very different fates,” Elrond confessed, looking down. His hand on the stone railing inched closer to yours, eventually causing your pinky fingers to touch. You didn’t move your hand away from his. “Life leads us on strange paths. However, I do like to believe they all end up exactly where they are meant to. I believe Elros was content with his choices.”

“You speak so beautifully about that,” you replied, eyes now focused on both of your hands that were resting so, so close together, “I wish I could find the words for how I am feeling, but the best I can do is... empty. [sister’s/name] and I have been through so much together. Especially the times when we were getting ready to attend a gathering or dinner were very dear to me,” you trailed off, now looking at the starry sky and blinking away some tears.

“I would love to hear more about that, especially if you think it will help you feel happier. It hurts me to see you hurting, [Y/N],” Elrond finished in a low voice and finally decided to softly grasp your hand. It was chilly, he noted, the night was warm but the breeze was perfectly refreshing.

“We used to braid each other’s hair, and always had arguments about who will wear which garments,” you chuckled, quickly brushing away a stray tear with your free hand. “We discussed who else will be at the gathering, how to attract attention from those who especially interested us... sometimes we’d drink a bit of wine and get so carried away discussing rumors about some guests that we’d almost forget to attend the actual dinner. And then afterwards, we would just talk everything through - who was there, how was the food, did she see anyone looking at me specifically, and the other way round.” You rambled on while Elrond’s gaze was fixated on you. A gentle smile played on his lips as he took in the view.

“You can still create fun memories similar to that, you know your sister would want you to. She would want you to keep having a good time, whenever you get the chance, she would want you to dance to your favorite songs and spend time in front of the mirror spinning around in different clothes to eventually decide which fits you best.”

“I am certain you are right, and I am trying as much as I can to carry on and not let life fly by. But still, sometimes there are nights like these when I just cannot help feeling too much at once.”

“I promise to always be there when that happens,” Elrond confessed in a quiet voice and drew your hand to his lips, pressing a feather-light kiss to the back of it.

“And I do too, whenever you need to talk about such things,” you smiled warmly at him and squeezed his hand.

“Would you like to stay out here for a while, or do you prefer to get back to the dinner party? I will be keeping you company, of course, the whole time.”

“If you will even dance with me, then... maybe” you smirked at the brown-haired elf in front of you, making his eyes go wide. He was not the biggest fan of dancing in front of crowds. You giggled at his reaction.

“Anything that would bring you joy,” he shrugged, accepting your proposition.

“I hope you will not regret agreeing to it!”

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I haven’t seen many Bob fics on here, but I have read your Hangman fics and *holy heck* are they good!

I’m kind of thinking a fic where Bob is jealous because Hangman keeps flirting with the reader, and he gets bold and interjects to tell Hangman that she is his and only his.

Most fics portray Bob as soft, but it would be cool to see a different side of him where he stands up for himself and his girl!

yessiree! thanks for the request anon! also, i’m really glad you enjoy my fics. that makes me feel really accomplished :)

word count: 510

warnings; none?

Back Off

The Hard Deck was lively tonight, but when is it not? Saturday nights, or even Friday nights, and Penny is feeling it hard. It’s like a revolving door of drunken pilots. 

Your group, however, stands in the corner by both the jukebox, darts, and ever-so popular pool table, like usual. Penny would be scared to see anybody but you hanging out over there. 

“Another one!” 

“That’s three for three, baby.”

Hangman, Coyote, Phoenix, Bob, Rooster, Payback, Fanboy, and you. Hangman is playing darts with Coyote and laughing at nothing. Rooster and Phoenix are talking by the jukebox, and Payback and Fanboy are trash talking each other in a game of pool while you talk to your tired boyfriend. 

“Rooster’s been complaining about Maverick on base, as if he’s like, forgetting, I'm there.” 

“What did Mav ever do to him?”

“To hell if I know. Phoenix says she doesn’t have a clue.” He groans, taking a sip of the drink he didn’t spill. 

“Oh, so Phoenix is the source of all your gossip?” 

“Hangman says I’m pretty stealthy myself, I hear a lot.” He grins proudly. 

“I wouldn’t trust Hangman, with anything, if I were you,” You tease, emphasizing your words.

Bob rolls his eyes with a cheeky grin. The pilots begin to regroup, Hangman grabbing a cue out of Fanboy’s hands. Phoenix takes the other one, a little more gracefully, from Payback. Fanboy groans and lightly punches Hangman’s arm, in a display of affection.

“Well well, what do we have here?” Hangman says, gawking at you and Bob, sporting a newly spilled drink in the nether regions. 

“Been here the whole time, Bagman.” 

He lines up the cue to break the balls. 

“How ‘bout I buy you a beer, sweetheart.” 

“I’m honored, Hangman!” Bob says, and Rooster is trying his hardest not to laugh.

Hangman sends a glare over his shoulder. “Well Bobby-boy, I’d love to buy you a drink sometime, but I was referring to the lady.” He says, acting as if he doesn’t know you, doesn’t know that you are dating Bob. 

“Back off, Hangman.” Bob suggests before you take the lead.

“You’re my co-worker, Seresin. That’s not very professional.”

“You seem to have no problem letting the baby on board buy you drinks.” 

You flip him off, and Bob is seething. Sure, Hangman has flirted with you before. You’re always quick to blow him off, but he’s being much more direct than he ever has been, the audacity. 

“She’s not yours to toy around with, Hangman. Go find another girl to bore and leave mine alone.” Bob says, and it actually sounds a little menacing with the scowl he’s sporting. 

“Alright, alright. Cool down, Bobby-boy.” Hangman says, laughing it off. You can tell he’s a little bit embarrassed though. 

“Darts?” He asks Coyote, who is quick to agree.

“I would pay to see that again.” Phoenix grins, going to high five Bob. Everyone else quickly follows, and he actually feels a little proud. 

What makes him feel most accomplished though is the smile you give him afterwards.

[epithet-beloved]

hihi um. i love the platonic sylvie imagines here,, could i request autistic sylvie hcs and/or sylvie with a reader his age whos special interest is also psychology…….

AUTISTIC SYLVIE THOUGHTS!

synopsis… Autistic traits Sylvie exhibits, and how he bonded with someone with a similar special interest!

ft. Sylvester “Sylvie” Ashling, Molly Blyndeff (mentioned)

tags… fluff, autism headcanon, i don't know anything about psychology save for basics oops

word count… 728

a/n… uhmmmm hiiii do you guys remember us… being an adult is difficult guys why do we do it. anyway. autism. i am not OFFICIALLY diagnosed myself (to which my friend immediately went "you were stimming so hard at the movie today bffr"), but i suspect i am and i also relate to sylvie so a good bit of this is projection ✧ 🦝

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Lovingly, have you seen this kid?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It goes without saying that no one in Epithet Erased is neurotypical but we’re not here to discuss that today.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie was diagnosed fairly early in life, some amount of time before he jumped a few grades.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He doesn’t really like acknowledging his diagnosis.  Unfortunately, upon getting diagnosed, the most exposure he had to autism was his uncle, and characters that fit the "genius" stereotype on TV.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 So, of course, Sylvie absorbed the pretentiousness from these sources trying to learn about himself.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Like, is it not just canon that he uses the “neurodivergent and a minor” excuse to everything online?

“Huh–?”  Molly blinks at Sylvie’s phone screen, opened on social media, but the way he chose to phrase the reply…  “Sylvie, I-I don’t think you should say that sort of thing!” “I’m literally neurodivergent and a minor.  This ‘adult’ is the one arguing with ME!”  Sylvie defends himself with a huff, missing the way Molly gives him a look that’s a mix between disappointment and disbelief. Isn’t Sylvie always the one saying he isn’t a kid?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie didn’t really have a lot of friends as a child, considering how he tends to act around others.  Pretentious and defensive – it’s hard to get through to the Sylvie that’s more vulnerable and actually nice.  He’s mostly in environments of predominantly neurotypical people, and he finds himself in conflict of whether he should mask or not.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He finds his stims embarrassing for example.  His most common ones are fiddling with and pushing up his glasses, pacing, talking to himself, and messing with his hair.  He also flaps his hands when excited but tries to stop himself from doing so, calling it ‘childish.’

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 His biggest stim of all?  Playing with his yo-yo.  It’s also a comfort item.  When commuting places or even just needing to do something with his hands, he’ll find himself using his yo-yo.  He tries to say he wouldn’t die without it, but he’s definitely more tense if he can’t use it.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 His special interests include psychology (duh) and epithets.  Things he can study.  However, he has a hyperfixation on card games that comes and goes when it feels like it.  Sylvie can be really distracted by games like Horizontal Pilot Command, so much that he can procrastinate on work, making him feel bad about it afterwards.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Meltdowns are “shamefully” common for Sylvie, and he needs a lot of time to ground himself.  He usually keeps to his room and uses his sheep to rest on or surround himself with.  The fluff is therapy sometimes.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 So socially, Sylvie struggles, it’s true.  He knows it, but a little worm of denial in his head tries to say it’s because he’s superior to these people, or something like that.  So, meeting someone who's similar to him means the world.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie with low empathy, and a friend who has high empathy?  Dynamic duo.  Sylvie can wonder if he’s just a jerk due to his low empathy, and he can seek reassurance for it.  A friend can help him feel less like a terrible person.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 His favourite joke is when someone asks him for something, he goes “no,” while doing exactly as asked.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvester meeting someone with a psychology special interest?  He’s in literal heaven.  Two little nerds keep talking about things that make even full grown adults feel dizzy listening to.

“Ah, like Pavlov,” you say with a nod when Sylvie finishes his study help suggestion.  The chocolate in hand is an incentive to finish the page you’re scouring through. Sylvie perks up.  “Well, yeah!  Behaviourism is really important in Pavlov’s theory.  The more a behaviour is repeated, the more it affects the mind.” “Mhm!  Although I do like B. F. Skinner’s suggestion too,” comes your reply, and Sylvie feels his jaw fall slack at the fact you even know his name.  “Stimulus first, then response, then reinforce that response.” “Exactly!”  Sylvie sits up, louder than you ever heard him.  The study session was quickly brushed aside in favour for now bringing up the founders of behaviourism.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie doesn’t know anyone else his age with his diagnosis, so it really opens his eyes being with you.  And, not to mention, he finally has a friend who really gets him.  Where would he be without you, eh?  Or, so he jokes, but you can tell he’s serious.

[electrosair]

hiiii! hope ur doing well ❤️I'm joining in on the matchup bandwagon as well yippeee

to give you a tiny bit of an idea about my personality, i'm an INFJ 9w1. I tend to be extremely shy, and closed off from people when it comes to talking about myself, as my main focus is on the people themselves and the world around me in general. I like to maintain peace and quiet and help the others around me - but also escape in other worlds through books, video games or fiction.

I'm very emotionally sensitive. I am also prone to overthinking and getting really anxious. It's easy to make me embarrassed too!

generally I don't bother people with my problems because I'd feel really selfish, but I am always willing to help those in need - hell people even come to me for advice, comfort or just to be heard. I kind of tend to neglect myself sometimes, when it comes to my physical energy or emotional well-being.

being social isn't very easy for me and I run out of energy quickly.

I have only a few friends. when I'm around them I tend to have a very positive and pleasant disposition! I actually tend to be a little louder than I normally am, and I've been told that it brings people at ease. also my optimism is seemingly infectious, or so I've been told. the thing is that I'm very optimistic around people, but negative with myself - I'm my own worst critic, I'm very harsh on myself.

I value honesty and I prefer for people to tell me things at face value. I can be blunt most of the time, but I usually read the emotional atmosphere and go easier with my words (sugarcoating most of the time), so I don't hurt the others around me (I tend to gently scold people sometimes). it's hard to make me angry, and also I forgive easily.

I am able to predict outcomes of situations most of the time, and it's helped me a lot (legit feel like I'm able to avoid any dangers fhsjfhd).

my favourite nation is Fontaine! lovely story, music, landscape and characters, and exploration is so fun. as for my favorite element, it has to be anemo!

during my free time I am usually reading about psychology stuff (I love understanding the human mind and people around me in general), playing video games, watching vtubers, watching documentaries (from nature to crime ones), or creating my own artwork, characters and generally just. creating things in my head and living in my own little world when things get too tough for me (its a good way for me to cope).

some fun facts as the cherry on top! I'm a very organized person. my entire room is SUPER organized, neat, super clean. some plushies, manga and books here and there.

I am good in academics, I'm hardworking, and I love animals. cats especially. I'm a sucker for cute things, and I kinda know how to cook. I don't have a lot of physical strength, I'm really weak.

I dedicate myself to those close to me a lot, at this point some people would call a sister figure or a "mom friend" lol.

🙏I hope this isn't a lot. if it is I'm super sorry I tend to ramble plenty;;; anyway make sure to take real good care of urself! sending love ~ ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

you can ramble all you want in my requests 😭

Lyney!

After getting to know you a little better he would make sure to ask you every so often how you've been feeling since he knows that if he doesn't ask you, you won't tell him anything.

He loves when you to start to open up little by little with him, he would try everything so that you can become closer and gain trust with him. One of the things he does is to invite you to the new shows he does, always in the front row so he can surprise you more.

He might even ask you what you would like to see in magic tricks or if you know any, he also wants ideas and would be willing to listen to you and figure out afterwards how he can do it. Lyney would also tell you about some of his own, but always in a discreet way so as not to ruin the moment of the performance for you.

He's probably a person who really appreciates order to have everything go according to plan, so I think you would also be pretty compatible in terms of little personality things like that as well. And the fact that you like cats so much just makes it even better.

[scarefox]

Hi this is so random but did you post something about working out like a week ago? Because I was going to the gym regularly and then hurt my knee a few months ago and dropped off and now I’m embarrassed to go back cause I’m back to square one basically. Can u tell me that the endorphins are worth it? I’m sorry this is truly so random lol

haha, yes I probably posted something about workout at some point. I have pole acrobatic / fitness training once a week. Roughly since 10 years now. But I too had to pause for different reasons now and then. And then had to restart... especially hard reset during covid. My fav example is the shoulder mount move in pole dance. I trained that damn move for months and then each time I finally got it, there was a new lockdown, studio had to close for months and I got back to 0 with that thing every time. It happened 3 times, it's almost a running gag now.

But I got it back 💪 and it makes me proud to pull through. It goes faster the second time around I think. Because your body remembers. It's what my coach always says. And you have to remember that you once started at 0 and managed to reach a higher level, so you sure can do that again. Take it easy. Step by step.

Also yes the endorphin rush after training is worth it imo. After training is usually the best I feel mentally the whole week. When you feel you did something, even though it's not to your full potential sometimes at least you got out and moved a bit instead of nothing at all. But tbh I feel the worst before training and very unmotivated. What motivates me to get up is that I pay for the class and it's in a group too so if I don't go I would disappoint myself, my bank account and my sport mates 😅 But I am always glad afterwards that I went to training.

(and I love when we get newbies in the class. always reminds me where I started and I love following their progress.)