#the most recent drawings are toward the bottom :)

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oh hey since everyone's posting art I figured I'd post my branch doodles from over thr last week or so.

As you can see I changed his hair.

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Call Up III

Hardersson x Teen!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Your first Senior match

"Frido," Magda says, jaw hanging open in shock," What the hell is that?"

"Cool, right?" Frido brags, pulling on her shirt to show off the back.

"They're not selling those right now," Magda says as she takes her seat," How did you get one?"

Frido grins.

On her back, is Harder-Eriksson, the name you've chosen to represent Sweden with.

"I got it off a site where you can customise jerseys."

"She got scammed too," Zećira says," Had to get a new credit card."

"Stop telling people that!"

Zećira just laughs as Pernille and Magda take their seats. "How is she feeling? Nervous?"

"Probably," Pernille says," You know how she is. It's her first game. She wants this to go perfectly."

"It will," Zećira replies. She sounds confident and Pernille has to wonder if she's psychic or something. The way she says it with such conviction is like there's no other option means she must be psychic. There's no other explanation.

The crowd cheers, stopping Pernille from pressing further and she gets to her feet to clap as the players filter out from the tunnel.

You're the second in line, right after your captain - a newly appointed woman who looks so much taller and older compared to you at just seventeen.

You look nervous, it's clear on your face. It's clear by the way you keep shifting your weight around and how you gnaw at your bottom lip. Your eyes dart around, purposely avoiding the box of supporters you know who are here to see you.

Magda can't believe what she's seeing, not really. For years, you've waddled around the house in her Sweden jersey. For years, you've worn Zećira's Sweden jersey to sleep.

But now, you're standing in front of a sold-out crowd in a Sweden jersey of your own (one day, you'll have the most jersey sales of a keeper in history). There are names on your back that people will be very familiar with (one day, those names will be synonymous with you alone, not Magda and Pernille). There is a small handful of people here to see you (one day, people will buy tickets just because your name is on the team sheet).

This is your first time playing for Sweden.

Just a friendly (one day, you'll win World Cups with Sweden).

One day, this match will be a blip in your life but right now it's the most important match of your career.

You're representing your country as you stand in the middle of you goal.

You've played against Spain's youth team countless times for Denmark. It's strange to see the Spain kit and no Natalia Guijarro running towards you with the ball.

Vicky Lopez is running at you this time, barely five minutes into the match. She's woven her way through your defensive line. She adjusts her positioning by just a fraction and winds her leg up.

She'll shoot for the top corner. You know this and you leap, falling forward onto your front.

The ball is in your hands and you roll it out towards your defenders.

"Yes!" Frido cheers, pumping her fist into the air," Yes! That's it!"

Magda wants to roll her eyes but she feels exactly the same way, though she keeps it much more contained.

The first half draws to a close with a spectacular goal from a Swedish midfielder who Magda knows recently signed for Gotham.

You jog off the field with your team, instantly being tucked under the arm of your captain as she teasingly ruffles your hair.

When you come out for the second half, you look infinitely more relaxed and comfortable. You look much more like you did when you played for Denmark.

You look secure and you definitely take a few more daring risks.

Stealing the ball right from the feet of a Spanish player looks so much like Magda that even the cameraman cuts to your Morsa cheer from the stands, waving a little flag with your face on it.

As soon as she realises Magda is on screen, your moster Frido barges her way into view as well with a sign that has some of your baby pictures on it.

It's embarrassing and so stupid but it makes you smile as you kick the ball down to your midfield who starts on the attack.

The smile that emerges doesn't fade even when the fulltime whistle is blown.

A clean sheet seems like the best way to start your international career with Sweden.

"Look at you," Your captain says, ruffling your hair," Clean sheet. What did I tell you, huh? Nothing to be worried about."

You try to squirm away but she holds you tighter. She holds you hostage as the rest of the team on and off the bench converge on you.

You know what they're going to do and you try to escape.

You manage to duck under arms but run straight into Frido.

You hadn't even realised she'd gotten onto the pitch.

"No," She teases, turning you around and shoving you right back at the team.

"Momma, Morsa!" You whine as Frido tries to walk you over," Make her stop."

"No chance," Morsa laughs," This is your debut. You get all the perks that comes with it."

You pout. "I wish I stayed with Denmark."

"Don't lie," Momma says.

"Zećira, please? Can't you stop them?"

Zećira laughs as well, arms crossed over her chest. "And miss out on my little prodigy experiencing this? Take it with dignity."

Frido pushes you right at the crowd of your teammates.

They don't let you get away this time.

Hands are on your limbs as you're lifted up and thrown into the air.

[bogleech]

i keep wanting to draw anthro maggots but they end up looking like beetle larvae instead- any ideas on how one might stylize a maggot person to make it a little more distinctly A Maggot? it's especially hard to me bc maggots are like THE MOST featureless insect larvae.... which i suppose counts as a defining feature in and of itself- but i dunno. im mostly just curious to hear your approach!!!

Yeah beetle grubs, caterpillars and a lot of other insect larvae have armored heads with complete jaws structures as well as six little legs, plus they often have a defined looking "top" and "bottom" with ridged and wrinkles almost like they got soft armored down their back

But maggots are weird! They streamlined EVERYTHING down to where they have no legs at all, not even vestigial ones, and their body segments almost evolved towards something like radial symmetry by being the same all the way around!

Then there's the fact that they sort of lost most of a "head." Not only is there no exoskeletal cranial case (bug skull) to protect it but there are no jaws and never any eyes; there's just a little hole for drinking liquefied food, a pair of tusk-like hooks for gripping surfaces, and a pair of eye-like knobs that are actually chemosensory (noses)

The weird, tiny walrus-face is totally unique! They don't have any chewing mouthparts because they only need to "drink" the particles of rotting matter they live on, and like adult flies, they help this along by secreting digestive enzymes!

Maggots also have these very distinct, furry looking bands at every segment, which help them grip surfaces like a tire tread or the sole of a shoe. If you compare this photo with the one above you'll also notice how the segments can retract in and out like a telescope!

The last special thing about common maggot anatomy is that they are technically semi-aquatic animals, because maggots evolved to be buried head-first completely in their own food as much as possible and rotten corpses are WET. In order to breathe, maggots have a pair of breathing spiracles on their rear ends, which they try to keep exposed to the air!

There are exceptions to all of this, though; there are species that can be fully aquatic, fully terrestrial, herbivorous, parasitic or predatory, and some ancient fly groups (including mosquitoes!) whose larvae still have fully armored heads and even eyes. Everything above is universal to the maggots you find in rotten stuff though, so what most people think of when they hear the term :) When I designed a hybrid human and blowfly maggot for the Mortasheen setting I deliberately made it look like a doofy cartoon Walrus, and I gave its segments large spines that can be seen in some parasitic maggots, including botflies:

And when I made a maggot character for my webcomic Awful Hospital I designed her like a little spacesuit or a parka (the resemblance to Kenny was an accident)

Actually I don't think I ever shared this most recent "main artwork" of Maggie. I don't know what idea inspiration any of this might provide but basically a maggot is a prickly living sock with fangs. Or I guess from a design and engineering perspective, a maggot is a biological drill. The tiny end starts a hole, the rest of the body is just a flaring cone perfectly equipped to keep making the hole deeper.

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Devoured

Gojo Satoru x Vampire!reader

CW: Shameless smut, dub con, yandere gojo, rough, violence, blood play, knife play, cursing, degradation, praise, female anatomy. MDNI. Reader is on the prowl when she runs into a certain white-haired sorcerer.

Halloween was your favorite day of the year.

It was the one day that you could truly be yourself, no hiding who you were. Or what you were. People dressed up in costumes of characters they love, dressing up to show off their looks, or pretending to be monsters. Little did they know that real monsters walk among them every day, monsters like you.

You’ve been alive in this world for over one hundred years, lying low and usually strictly drinking from animals to avoid drawing attention to yourself. Recently, you’ve been craving more. During this day and age, it was easy to find willing human participants. Vampires were popular in many cultures; you had found numerous sites and fandoms that craved to be fed from. At first you refused to engage with that community, but curiosity and gluttony got the best of you. You could never deny that human blood was divine.

Which is why you were sitting in a crowded bar on Halloween, waiting to meet a man that you met through social media. He begged and pleaded to meet a real-life vampire. You sat at the bar, waiting for the man to show up but he was running late, and you were running out of patience. You had already had numerous shots, the bar tender had wanted to cut you off 4 shots ago, but you convinced him you were more than capable of handling your liquor. Your mind was starting to get hazy. People swayed and danced to the music around you, laughing and giggling while showing off their attire.

It would be so easy.

They were easy prey, their sweet blood reeked with alcohol and drugs, not that you minded. It would still be a delicacy even if it was tainted. You scoffed to yourself, the alcohol clouding your judgement while you looked around the room, assessing each person in the bar. The cute woman dressed like a slutty cat would be a piece of cake, you could get her back to your house with a few charming words and a couple more shots in her system. Or maybe you should take home the cute bartender, who has not so subtly been eyeing you up and down since you sat at the bar.

You continued scanning the bar until you saw a white-haired man sitting on the other side of the bar, staring back at you. He lounged on the couch, taking up as much space as physically possible. One of his strong arms draped on the top of the couch and a drink in his other hand. His long legs were spread open wide, almost as if he was inviting you to sit between them.

You laughed, trying to shake off the urge to approach him but the intensity of his gaze drew you to him. He was handsome, with sharp features, beautiful hair, and clear porcelain skin. He wore an expensive looking suit, perfectly tailored to fit his muscular build, and showed off his toned arms. His most notable feature was his eyes. In all your years, you’ve never seen anyone with eyes that blue, they looked like diamonds that were floating in the ocean. They bore a hole through you, fixating on you alone.

When you were human, he would have made you nervous, too shy to attempt to talk with him. Now, you finished another shot, smoothed out the tight mini dress that clung to your body and swayed your hips as you walked toward him. He gave you a wicked smile, watching every step you took. You sat down on the couch next to him, crossing your legs seductively. His gorgeous eyes trailed up and down your body, stopping at where your fingers were playing with the end of your dress.

“What are you supposed to be?” You questioned.

His smile grew and he leaned in and whispered, “A killer”.

You smirked and nodded; he was not what you were expecting. He bit his bottom lip while he looked you up and down once more.

“Based off how you are dressed, you must be a model.” His voice was playful and flirtatious. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at his pickup line.

“Not quite.” You gave him a sweet smile, showing off your fangs.

“Oh, you’re a vampire?”

“You’re handsome and smart.” You ran your tongue over your teeth before scooting closer to him. He smelled very sweet and enticing, the scent made your mouth water. “Are you here alone?”

“I am. I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be by yourself as well. Are you waiting for someone?”

He sipped at his drink before setting it down on the table. He turned his body towards you and rested his arm above the couch around you, his fingertips grazed your shoulder. His scent overwhelmed you as he got closer to you. The temptation to devour him right then and there grew with each second you spent in his company.

“What? Are you stalking me?” You asked him and laughed, playfully slapped his chest, lingering a moment to feel his heart beating in his broad chest. The sound of each thump of his heart echoed in your head like a drum. You could barely hear yourself think over its constant pounding.

“Yeah, I am. I’m a killer, remember?” He broke out in a mischievous smile. You laughed again, throwing your head back and dazzling him with a beautiful smile.

“How could I forget? I was waiting for someone, but it seems like he stood me up.” You pretended to pout, even though you were glad that the vampire fanatic you were supposed to meet didn’t show up. The thrill of picking up and seducing this man, tricking him into coming home with you, was amazing. It was like a game of chess, you made slow and strategic moves to get closer and closer to taking the prize.

“He’s an idiot for not showing up for a gorgeous woman like you. I’m Satoru. Let me buy you a drink.”

Pawn to E5.

You gave him your name and accepted his offer. He flagged down a waitress and ordered the two of you drinks. You made small talk with him, exchanging flirtatious quips back and forth. Every few minutes you would move closer to each other, you let your leg rest against his while his hand rested on your knee. His touch was hot against your cool skin, the feeling made you clench your thighs together. His other hand played with a strand of your hair absentmindedly.

Knight to C6.

You adjusted your dress, pulling at the bust, making your breast slightly bounce and grab his attention. He bit his lip while he watched you, eating you up with his gaze. The hunger and lust in his eyes was evident; he made no attempt to hide his desire for you.

Knight to D4. This is too easy.

The waitress returned with your drinks and the two of you talked and drank for some time. Slowly his hand moved up your thigh, pulling you a little closer to him. He gave you his undivided attention, smiling and making you laugh, it was clear that this wasn’t the first time he’s picked up a woman from a bar. He was charming and playful but there was an edge to him too. Underneath the smile and his good looks, you sensed something dark within him.

“So sweetheart, how about you and I get outta here?” He propositioned you, his fingers sliding underneath your dress and dangerously closer to your core. You imagined how those fingers would feel inside you, slipping in between your wet folds, while the taste of his sweet blood lingered on your tongue.

“You have no idea.” You reached out and played with the collar of his shirt, giving him a wide smile that showcased your sharp fangs.

Checkmate.

You arrived at his penthouse after a cab ride filled with light petting and teasing. When he opened the door, you were blown away. His apartment was filled with expensive paintings, exquisite furniture and completely spotless. The minute you stepped in you were overwhelmed with the scent of him all around you. Your excitement grew, an ache spreading in your stomach.

He shut and locked the door before pulling you against him with a firm grip on your waist. His soft lips ghosted yours, only millimeters from your own.

“Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you?” He whispered, one of his hands drifting down to your ass, giving it a hard squeeze. You smirked and looked up into his eyes, trying to read him.

“Looking for me? Or just a beautiful woman to take home?” You teased him and ran your fingers up and into his soft hair. He groaned when you took a handful of his locks into your hand, gently pulling his head to the side so his neck was exposed to you. The drumming of blood pumping through the veins in his neck put you in a trance. His laugh shook his body, and the playful aura that was around him seemed to dissipate.

He grabbed your face by your chin, redirecting your focus to his lips as they crashed into yours, hungrily moving with yours. The grip on your ass tightened and held you flush against him. His leg slipped between your legs and his thigh rubbed against your core. The muscles in his thigh tensed when you ground your hips against him.

The feeling of your swelling bud pressed against him made you moan, allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. He tasted sweet with a hint of alcohol. It was intoxicating. His wet tongue wrestled with yours, skimming over your fangs but not hard enough to pierce him.

He picked you up and carried you through the apartment with ease. His large muscles rippled underneath you, while he moved toward the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. You clung to him and kissed him passionately. The taste and feeling of him mixed with the alcohol made your head swim.

He threw you onto his mattress and climbed on top of you. His legs straddled your hips, and one of his large hands held both of yours about your head, pinning you down. He looked down at you, his eyes clouded with lust.

“No, I’ve been looking for you little vampire.” He used his free hand to undo his tie, wrapping the fabric around your wrists, binding them together with a tight knot. He leaned back onto his heels, looking over every inch of you. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers up your spine. You were starting to wonder which one of you was the predator, and which one was the prey.

His hand push the bottom of your dress up revealing your white lace panties underneath. He groaned at the sight of the damp fabric, leaning down close to place his lips against them, lapping at the slick that saturated them. You moaned and arched your back as you felt his tongue lick against your cloth covered pussy, leaving you wanting more.

Satoru inhaled your scent, burying his face against your core, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be so sexy. What a shame.” He mumbled to himself before getting off the bed and undressed down to his boxers. His body was impeccable, with a sculpted, and wide chest and broad shoulders with rippling abs that lead down to his long, and thick cock that stood erect. He opened his nightstand and a long, sharp knife emerged from the drawer and he twirled it in his hand skillfully.

You let out a laugh. “What are you going to do, kill me?”

He laughed along with you while circling the bed, moving closer to where your head rested. He stopped and pulled you to the edge of the mattress, letting your head hang off the side. The cold blade run up the column of your neck slowly, threatening to break the skin. It excited you, thrilled you, yet it made you nervous.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” His voice was sweet and warm but his look was dark and cold. He scrapped the knife down to the strap of your dress. He swiftly slipped the cold steel under the strap and cut through it, repeating this action on the other strap. He pulled his boxers down, letting his cock slap against his stomach.

You were getting impatient, wanting to get to the part where you drank him dry while his massive cock filled you up. You opened your mouth wide and looked up at him with pleading eyes. He smirked and stroked his length over you, little beads of precum leaking at the tip.

“So eager, such a little whore. Don’t even think about biting me, little vampire.” He punctuated his statement by pushing his tip into your mouth. The taste of him, both salty and sweet, bloomed on your tongue. He threw his head back and moaned shoving himself deeper and into your throat. His hand wrapped around your neck while he rested the blade against your skin.

He was rough and brutal, fucking your face with abandon, chasing his own high. His aggressiveness made you soak your panties, wishing your hands were free to touch your needy pussy. You breathe through your nose while he kept a consistent pace in and out of your mouth, drool coating his cock and running down your face.

“Fuck. You’re making me second guess this. Maybe I should keep you around after all.” He grunted, his voice breaking a little with every thrust. You tried pulling away from him, something inside you told you to run. He held you down, keeping you from getting away from him. He was strong, intimidatingly strong.

You pulled against the tie wrapped around your arms until it tore, freeing your hands. You pushed back against him hard sending him crashing against the wall behind him. You made a break for it, climbing out of the bed and running to the door. Before you could open it, he threw you against it, your chest slamming into the wood. He pressed himself against you hard, caging you in.

“What the fuck Satoru!” You yelled and tried to push him off you, but he didn’t budge. He was stronger and faster than any other human you had met.

“I told you kitten, I’m a killer. Some people aren’t too happy to have you hanging around town and they sent me after you. I thought it would be harder to get you back here, but you just threw yourself at me willingly.” You felt his chest rumble with a deep laugh, while a hand slipped into your panties, tracing your slit lightly. “Don’t worry, I’ll still give you what you came here for though.”

A moan ripped through your chest when his finger pushed past your entrance, reaching deep inside you. The palm of his hand pressed against your clit, making your legs shake, pleasure coursing through your body.

“You’re so wet, you want this don’t you?” He whispered with his lips pressed into your ear. You placed your palms flat against the door with the intent to push him away from you again, but the feeling of his finger pumping into you stopped you. He dragged his finger along your walls, reaching that spot that made you grind your hips down into his hand.

“You can try to kill me all you want, but you won’t succeed.” Your voice was breathy, not coming off nearly as menacing as you wanted it to.

He slipped another finger into your tight hole, spreading you open and rutting into you harder. You moved your hips in time with his movements, riding his fingers, the fire building in your core. You needed him in every way.

You body tensed as he pumped faster, your pussy squeezing him as you quickly approached your orgasm. Just as you were about to reach your high, he quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards the bed. You hit his chest as hard as you could, but he was unfazed. It was like you completely missed somehow even though you felt your fist make contact with him.

“You can’t hurt me baby, not unless I want you to.” He pulled you back onto the bed and pulled your panties down your legs. He bundled them and sniffed them, breathing in the smell of your arousal. You smiled, baring your fangs at him, but he only smirked.

“You know what I am, now what are you? You’re not normal.” You asked him hesitantly as he crawled onto the bed closer to you. His hands rested on your knees and spread them wide, exposing your dripping pussy. He leaned down to nuzzle his tongue into your warmth.

His hot, wet muscle lapped up your juices, and your eyes fell back as you savored the sensation. The sound of his deep, guttural moan made you clench and ache more. Bright, blue eyes watched as you thrashed and moaned under his touch. He used his thumbs to spread you open while he gently sucked on your bud. Your legs tried to snap shut from the stimulation, but his large frame forced them open. You hissed through your teeth when his fingers slipped back into you, while he lapped and sucked on your sensitive clit. The bed shifted as he started rutting his weeping cock into it, desperately seeking some friction to soothe the throbbing ache in his balls.

“So, you’re some sick vampire hunter or something?” You whispered between moans, barely able to form coherent words while he ravished you like it was his last meal. He slapped your thigh hard, before pushing your legs back, pressing them down against the bed, folding you in half. He loomed over you, imprisoning you under him.  

He smiled down at you, another sweet and deceiving smile. You reached a hand up and wrapped it around his neck, squeezing slightly, trying to take control. He allowed you to hold him still, looking down on you expectingly.

“Well, are you going to try to kill me little vampire? Before I fuck you dumb?” His smile widened.

You ran your hand up into his hair and pulled him down to kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue. You mumbled against his lips, “No, I’ll kill you after”.

He suddenly slammed his cock into you, impaling you on his long cock. The intrusion made you gasp and throw your head back in ecstasy. He didn’t wait for you to adjust before rutting into you harshly. The sound of your slick glazing his cock and skin slapping skin was barely audible over your loud moans.

You kissed him again, opening your mouth to let him in. He groaned into your mouth before his tongue brushed against yours. You waited until the right moment, then quickly bit down on his tongue, drawing blood.

The sweet taste of his blood flooded your mouth as you kissed him and sucked gently at the wound. You were gone, drunk with pleasure and the taste of him coating your throat. He thrusted into you hard, the force pushing you further into the bed. He kissed you passionately, as if he was consuming you just like you were consuming him.

Next, you bit his lip, puncturing his soft skin. Blood trickled down his chin while you drank from him. He groaned and pounded into you faster, the grip he had on one of your legs tightened, spreading you wider. You moaned with every punishing thrust of his hips, his hot skin burning you up.

He broke the kiss and slowly pulled out of you, his eyes glued to the sight of his hard length, shimmering with your arousal, sliding out of your tight pussy. You whimpered at the loss of his touch. He laughed under his breath and sat with his back against the headboard. His oceanic eyes stared at you while he stroked himself.

“Come here little vampire. You’re going to ride me and beg me to fuck you like the whore you are.”

You wiped your mouth, and crawled up the bed to him seductively, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck. You hovered over the tip of his cock, rubbing it through your folds.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this just as bad as I do, Satoru. Does it turn you on when I do this?” You trailed kisses down his jaw and to his neck, stopping above his pulse point. You pressed your lips against the soft drumming of his heartbeat. You had him right where you wanted him, pliant and offering himself to you. Some killer he was.

Your sharp fangs penetrated his skin, and you drank greedily from his coursing vein as you sank down onto him. A load moan slipped past his lips and your eyes fell shut in bliss. He held you against him, opening his neck up to you, but not allowing you to move on top of him. You were crazed, needing to feel his cock bullying your needy hole, while his taste satisfied your hunger.

“Yeah, but you didn’t beg sweetheart. Don’t make me kill you before you finish, I can feel how badly you want to cum.” He sighed and rested his head against the headboard. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you feeding off him, his mind was clouded with euphoria. He didn’t imagine it would feel this good, it took every ounce of self-control he had to prevent himself from rutting his hips up into you. The fluttering of your cunt around his aching cock made him groan in agony and need.

With each second that passed, you expected him to grow weaker and faint as you drank more and more of him. You planned to drain him until he was weak enough to release his hold on you, freeing you to bounce on his cock as much as you wanted. That moment never came, his grip even tightened when you tried to wiggle and hump him. At the rate you were feeding from him, he should be out cold or worse.

You were almost full, and he was still trapping you against him with a smile on his face.

“You can’t kill me kitten. Drink to your little hearts content, I can heal myself faster than you can drain me.” His voice brought you out of your trance. Your eyes flew open, and you pulled back, blood dripping from the corner of your mouth. You stared at him, watching the trickle of blood from his wound slow and then come to a halt, the wound closing almost instantly. You froze, trying to understand what was happening. Trying to figure out what he was, who he was.

“Now beg for me.” He stared back at you through white dusted eyelashes while he rolled his pelvis against you once, teasing you.

Your mouth fell open, the fire in your core burning hot again.

 “Please, just…please fuck me.” You mumbled, feeling defeated.

He fucked up into you, his cock spreading you wide. The power of his thrust made your breast bounce and jiggle in his face. He let your hips go, electing to rip the remainder of your dress, leaving you completely bare on top of him. You ground clit against him while he pushed himself as deep as your body allowed him to.

“Shit, that’s too deep.” You breathed out.

“Too fucking bad. You got what you wanted, now it’s my turn.” He slurred, while he took your soft breast in his hands. He roughly fondled them, rolling your erect nipples through his fingers. You moaned and leaned into his touch. He was the only thing your mind could focus on, even when you should be trying to figure out how to run away from him.

“This pussy is so sweet, you feel so good.” He moaned, pounding harshly into you. It took your breath away. You hung your head back, your muscles tensing as you felt yourself being blinded by your orgasm. Your legs shook and your cum covered his abdomen and legs as you came.

He smiled up at you, watching your hazy eyes droop down. He pumped into you faster, sweat running down his forehead, your pussy sucking him in as your climax rippled through your body.

“Such a slut, cumming all over your assassin’s cock. Look at you, a vicious monster, drooling on my cock. Too dumb to run away and too weak to kill your victim.” He grunted and wrapped a large hand around your neck, and his other hand grabbed your hip.

He lifted you up and down his twitching member as if you weighed nothing. He fucked you vigorously, driving his hips up into your overstimulated pussy while he brought you down on him. You cried out, his tip slamming into your cervix. He watched where the two of you were connected, gazing at your cum covering both of you and his cock disappearing into your tight cunt. The image of him plunging himself into you while you babbled and gasped made his balls tighten.

His abs tightened as he threw his head back, pumping you full of his hot, sticky cum. He moaned as he came, you couldn’t help but admire how gorgeous he looked, overtaken with lust and pleasure. He let out a shaky breath and released your neck. You sat on top of him while both of you caught your breath.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the glint of the knife on the other side of the bed. Quickly, you leaped for the weapon, but he was faster, kicking you back and off the bed. You landed on the floor with a thud, the impact knocking the wind out of you. As you tried to get up you noticed he was already standing over you. He kicked you in the side, rolling you over on to your back. You scrambled to get up, swinging at him, but he smoothly dodged your attack.

It was now or never. You pushed yourself up and bolted for the door, the human blood giving you extra strength. You ripped the door open and ran for the exit. Just as you unlocked the door, as the doorknob turned and you were almost free, his hand hit the door, forcing it shut again.

“You’re not going anywhere. I have changed my mind though.” His voice was playful and light.

You turned around to face him, pressing yourself against the door to create as much distance from him as possible. He looked down on you, his hair covering one of his otherworldly eyes, a smile gracing his face.

“Don’t look so scared, I decided I’m not going to kill you.”

You waited for a sense of relief, but it never came.

“No, I’m going to keep you here and lock you up. You can do whatever you want in the penthouse and in exchange you’ll take care of the place. You can even spend my money on whatever you want.” He paused, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “What do ya say?”

You shook your head, fear prickling your skin.

“Hmm, too bad. You don’t really have a choice.” He kissed you again, his arms blocking you in.

“You’re mine now, little vampire.”

--This was so much fun to write, thinking about making it a series. please let me know what you think, I love getting comments from you guys. Reblogging helps spread my work. Thank you for reading!

[chelseypprimrose]

The Pre-College Bucket List / negan smith x reader (stepdad/stepdaughter)

Warnings ⚠️ : voyerism (someone asleep in the room), unprotected sex, cum swapping, blowjob, daddy kink, choking

Author’s note: think this might be the longest and dirtiest thing I’ve ever wrote and I had so much fun with this one, hope you enjoy! 🤍🫡 not proof read yet!

“Y/N! Can you chop those vegetables that are on the kitchen counter please?!” You sighed, rolling your eyes. Even in your last days at the family home, she was still expecting you to do mundane tasks. You didn’t even want this going away party she had planned for you, it wasn’t like you were going that far away anyways, only about a hours drive. More so, you knew the only reason your mom was hosting this party, so she could brag to her friends about how you had got into such a prestigious college. That’s all she ever did, never told you how proud she was of you, only ever posting on social media about it for validation from people over the internet. While you had gotten used to it now, it still stung more than you’d ever admit.

Opening the draw and taking the knife out, you started to chop the various vegetables that were in the bowl, daydreaming out the large window that showed the back garden outside. That’s when he came into view, your stepdad Negan. He’d been in your life for around the past two years, off and on again like a cringey sitcom drama. Him and your mother had broken up more times than you could count, always over some petty arguments, more so what teenagers would fall out about, never mind two fully grown adults.

He kept coming back though, each time, for what aspect of your mothers personality you didn’t know, it was no secret he was always in a mood with her, you recalled even once them managing to get into a argument during sex, over what you weren’t sure. It ended with raised voices, the threat of ending the relationship and the slamming of the front door quite dramatically by Negan.

Here he still was though, probably remaining because of your mothers crippling fear of spending her later years alone. You watched as he opened the large black grill, placing the charcoal into the bottom compartment, ready for cooking the various types of meat he’d purchased. His white t-shirt clinging to his toned muscles underneath, those damn red gym shorts he always paraded around in, even when he wasn’t working as the gym coach at your old high school. His hair slicked back with a small amount of gel, salt and pepper beard trimmed and neat as it always was. As bad as your heated thoughts were, you couldn’t help yourself. Boys your age just weren’t as attractive as the older men you’d come across in your life, boring.

Always the same pick up lines, always trying to hard to get into girl’s panties while offering nothing themselves, not even being able to give you the release you needed. Frustrated wasn’t even the word to begin to describe how most of your recent situationships had been.

His dirty mouth as well, always charming and funny, he’d make you laugh at the worst of times, so inappropriate but that’s what you liked about him. You continued on with your chopping, taking small and quick glances at his impressive frame when you could, now firing up the grill, the smoke rising. Looking down at the now finished cucumber, you reached out to grab the next bowl when you saw Negan’s arms reach to the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it off in one motion, his slightly tanned and toned stomach coming into view, your eyes glued to his chest.

“Fuck!” You yelped out, the knife making a small cut on the side of your finger, blood flowing out the wound as you dropped the knife onto the counter. Negan’s head whipped around in your direction, taking large strides through the double doors into the kitchen. “You alright, Y/N?” He asked, placing his calloused hands over yours, slightly pulling you towards the kitchen sink, turning the cold water tap on. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine, I was distracted… wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing.” You slightly laughed, hoping he wouldn’t know the reasoning for your moment of ignorance. “Yeah, I gathered that.” Negan stated, a slight smirk coming across his face as he stared into your eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away, holding his gaze as if it was only you two who knew why. “So many distractions around us in this world, wouldn’t you say?” That knowing smirk still plastered over his features. You nodded, not wanting to further embarrass yourself.

Later on, the party was in the second hour, all your friends and family in attendance, the music playing from the outdoor speakers. Most attendees were standing around, some laying on the sun loungers placed next to the big pool and bar that was next to your house. You had a red cup in hand, with wine spritzer, sipping every couple minutes, you’d had enough food that you were feeling tipsy but not out of control. You’d rather not end up embarrassing yourself at your own leaving party, giving the small town something to gossip about after you’d gone. Having small talk here and there with different people, you could hear your mother still boasting loudly about how easy you’d been accepted into the college to various colleagues you recognised from her work place.

“How are you enjoying your party doll?” Deep voice coming from the side of you, Negan coming into view from the peripheral vision of your eye. You smiled, taking another drink of your wine. “Good thanks, not the sort of party I’m used to. Kind of…” you trailed off. “Boring? Think the word your looking for, is boring.” You laughed, looking up at Negan as he raised his eyebrows comically. “You can’t say that! It’s rude.” Your words coated in sarcasm, even though you a hundred percent agreed with his observation. “I appreciate the effort from you and mom but I didn’t really want the big celebration, I’m not moving country, I’m moving a couple hours away. Not so much of a big deal.” You took a seat on the end of the linen sun-lounger, the grey matching umbrella blocking the sunset from your eyes. Negan followed suit, your knees brushing against each other.

“Yeah, well, I tried to tell her you’d be against the big show but I couldn’t convince her. You know she’ll take any opportunity to shit on what other people are doing.” You nodded along, showing your agreement in his statement. You couldn’t deny he was right, your mother would always have to be one above everyone else, a big pissing contest. You thought it was pathetic, just a fake mask to cover over her crumbling love life and how she hadn’t moved up the career ladder in the past ten years. You vowed to yourself you’d never let your life get that way, hard work and dedication would get you to where you wanted to be. “Anything you want to do before you head off to college doll?” You furrowed your brows at Negan’s question as he took another drink of his beer, you weren’t expecting it as it had nothing to do with your previous topic of discussion.

He noted the confused look on your face as he reached into the pocket of his shorts, pulling out a piece of paper with pink lines and heart boarders. Your eyes widened with shock, it was paper from your notebook. He opened it, the words coming into view. “Quite a extensive list, some really good stuff on here dollface.” He smirked, his eyes raking over your pretty, cursive handwriting. He started to laugh, “I could help you out with some of these you know?” You thought he was joking, looking at his face you knew he was serious. You couldn’t remember what you had written, how could you? You had wrote this list a couple months back when you had first got accepted into college. He winked at you before rising to his feet, walking inside to get another beer. You looked on at the surrounding people, he could help you? What did that even mean?

Later on, people had started saying their goodbyes, voicing their congratulations to you as they headed home. “Thank you for coming! I’ll see you on Monday in the office.” Your mother waved at the last couple to leave before shutting the front door, wine glass still in hand. “Hey, I’m not that tired yet, shall we stick a movie on?” Negan suggested, weird you thought. He was normally the first one to retreat to bed after one of your mums social parties but not feeling fatigued yourself you agreed. “Yeah sure but I’ll probably fall asleep, I’m quite tired.” Your mom stated, accompanied with a yawn. You rolled your eyes, more like she’d had too much wine and couldn’t handle it. You moved to the living room, grabbing the large blanket from the first couch, covering your body.

Your mom took a place on the couch placed on the other side of the room, lying down. Negan walked into the room with a small bowl of popcorn, placing it on the glass coffee table in front of the tv. Sitting next to you, he grabbed the remote, putting on some random chic-flick. You settled down, letting your body sink into the couch. Negan’s arm raised to the back of the couch, his fingertips just slightly touching your shoulder. You kept your eyes trained on the tv, feeling your heart beating at a faster pace than before. He started mindlessly drawing small circles on the top of your skin, you felt your core getting tighter with every small touch. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, trying to calm the wave of lust that was flowing over your body. Negan used his other hand to dig into his pocket, pulling out that list again, re opening it, placing it on his knee. “What about this one doll?” He asked, pointing to one of the lines you’d written.

‘Have sex next to someone asleep, fear of getting caught might make it sexier!’

Oh my god, you thought. You couldn’t even remember writing that one, thinking back to the day you wrote it, might have a couple too many drinks. You locked eyes with him, his signature shit-eating grin on his face. “I…um. I-I don’t remember writing that one.” You trailed off, trying to find any excuse to why you’d write something so taboo. Before you could think, Negan threw the paper onto the coffee table, his strong hands grabbing the bottoms of your thighs, lifting you up onto him, the feeling of his semi-erect cock digging into you. You placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, still in disbelief that this was happening.

“Remember when I said I could help you with this list doll?” He whispered into your ear, your face red with embarrassment. You slowly nodded, giving a small sound of agreement. “Do you want my help?” Negan inquired, his hands grabbing the round globes of your ass, emitting a slight whimper out of you at the rough touch of Negan. “Oh god yes, Negan please.” You softly spoke. “Gonna have to be quiet for me doll, wouldn’t want to get caught now would we?” Breathing heavily, your lips were caught by Negan in a deep kiss, your hands trailing from his shoulders to run through his hair. His hands gave another grab of your ass, more powerful, enough to leave red handprints.

“Shit doll, you don’t understand how long I’ve been waiting for this, you’re pretty ass parading around in this house, I can’t believe I haven’t gone fucking crazy.” He stated against your lips, his teeth coming down softly on your lower lip. You faintly moaned out at his confession, there was always some unspoken tension between you both, you just never thought it would come to this conclusion. You broke away from his kiss, fumbling to pull his shorts down to his ankles, lifting your lower half up to get them down successfully. His now fully erect cock gently slapped against his stomach, your hand coming down to smoothly wrap around the base of his cock, rubbing up and down. Negan let out a soft groan, his head falling back as he leaned into your hand, you made the move to the floor, up on your knees in front of him. “Oh shit honey, fuck, you are a dirty fucking girl.” He whispered out.

Your lips wrapped around his tip, peppering small kisses and kitten licks before you took it fully into your mouth, slowly working the top half of his cock. He opened his legs a little wider, allowing you to work further down as he thrusted his hips a little, causing you to gag ever so slightly. His shaft heavy on your tongue, the salty pre cum dancing on your tastebuds. A small trail of saliva leaking from your mouth, you felt your pussy getting slick with your juices, the ever growing danger of what you were doing turning you on more than you imagined.

A small creak caused your body to stop, a slight spark of adrenaline flowing through. Your mom had slightly moved from her sleeping position, turning to face the back end of the sofa. You waited for what felt like minutes, before you heard small snoring, affirmation to continue your illicit activity. Negan’s hip bucking ever so slightly, making his cock go further down your throat, you released him with a small pop, the gathered salvia making a bridge from his throbbing tip to your lips. Negan pulled you up, placing a sloppy kiss on your neck, regaining your position back on his thighs. “Shit doll, seeing you down there with a mouthful of my cock, fuck.” Negan mumbled against your neck, pulling your dress up and over your head, your arms reaching up to help.

Negan’s lips moved from your neck to the tops of your breasts, placing kisses while roughly grabbing them. The sensation alone causing you to feel tingles running through your body, he expertly unhooked the back of your bra, your breasts now free. He bit at your left nipple, sucking it slowly afterwards, his hands wandering from your breasts to your panties, pulling them to the side, exposing your pussy to the slight cold of the room. Goosebumps trailed down your arms and legs at the new feeling, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit. “You ready doll?” You enthusiastically moaned, grabbing the base of his cock to position it at your opening before slowly moving down, filling you inch by inch. You let out a moan at the fullness you felt, Negan’s hand coming up to grab your throat with slight pressure. “Fuck doll, those pretty noises are going to get us caught. You fit me like a fucking glove, so fucking tight.” Letting out a heavy sigh, Negan started to to move his hips, sliding in and out of you with slow strokes, filling you up even more.

Your hands met his shoulders again to steady yourself, your nails digging into them, a caught breath in your throat as the pressure on your neck got stronger. You met Negan’s thrusts, building in speed, strokes now hard and fast. “Shit baby, how’d you think your mother would feel if she woke up and saw you bouncing on daddy’s dick, huh?” You whimpered, the taboo nature of the whole situation caused you to grip your walls harder around his cock. “She’d be so upset daddy but you feel so fucking good inside me.”

“Damn right I do, doll.” You let out small breathless sighs, “Aw, is it too much for you to handle baby girl? Can’t take daddy’s dick as well as you’d like?” He taunted you as he thrust deeper into you. “No, I can handle it daddy. Fuck, you make me feel so fucking good!” You were getting so close, his cock coming into contact with your cervix it felt like. No one had ever made you feel this way, you thought you had died and gone to heaven. Negan could feel you clenching around his cock, knowing your release was close, he took his hand off your throat and began rubbing small, hard circles on your sensitive clit. You shallowly moaned and whimpered out, chanting daddy softly, your breath getting faster and shorter. “Go on baby, cum all over daddy’s dick.” You let your body go, your orgasm washing over your body, seeing stars behind your eyes. Body going limp, shaking as you rode out your high, the couch underneath you getting soaked with your juices, some coating Negan’s hand that was still playing with your clit.

The feeling of your orgasm caused a domino effect, Negan groaning as he came to climax as well, you felt the hot cum coating your walls, pulling out to finish, the last strips coating your lower abdomen. His fingers entered your mouth, tasting your release on your tongue, reigniting the fire you felt in your stomach.

You copied his motion, swiping the cum that settled on your naval, sucking off your fingers, the salty taste mixing with the aftertaste of yourself. Negan smirked, watching you intensely as your fingers came out of your mouth with a slight pop. A satisfied smile on your face, as you let your body flop down next to him, your mother still in deep sleep on the couch across the room. “Doll, I’m going to fucking miss you being gone, shit! We need to do that again sometime.” You giggled, bringing Negan into a kiss that showed him you felt the exact same.

[ratatang]

About Omori Midnight Cast (Headspace, Perfect Melody):

Mari (Dream):

After recently entering this strange world, dubbed "Perfect Melody", Mari at first is very curious to her surroundings. She thinks logically and is grounded at times, however it is shown that sometimes she will let her emotions get the best of her, especially when it comes to her little brother SUNNY. She is very close to her friends and is always on watch over them to ensure that everyone is okay. She doesn't enjoy fighting but is willing to resort to violence if absolutely necessary.

Aubrey (Dream):

Rebellious and Emotional. She is charged by her deep rooted sense of emotional mortality and justice. She lets her anger get the best of her and is very loyal towards her friends, but since she wears her heart on her sleeve, words can have a huge impact on her mood and energy. But she will still pack a punch with her bat!

Kel (Dream):

Kel is naturally competitive by nature, especially when it's towards Aubrey. Frequently, they both will get into bickering and scuffles. regardless of this nature, he still has a deep care for his friends and wishes for the best for them all. He's willing to give all to his friends so it means that they are happy. Although he tries to always be positive and happy about the situation, he can at times stoop down to pessimism though during these times he manages to always get himself back up.

Hero (Dream):

Hero is known as the mentor of the group. he is one of the closest tamari and loves to treat everybody with fairness and respect. Although he sometimes strive to a perfectionism, he usually likes to keep it on the low rather than showing it out to everyone else. He's very mature and he is very grounded in his reality, He's also very good at helping others with deep emotional pain. He loves pleasing others, even if it means they won't help him

Basil (Dream):

Basil is the pacifist of the group. He loves gardening with his plants and he loves teaching others about any types of weeds and plants. He does not like entering into any fights and he loves to keep everything at peace. You can also know him as the peacemaker of the group. He's usually the one who goes in the middle of conflicts and tries to resolve them through peaceful manners. But, he will use violence if it means protecting the ones he cares deeply about similar to Mari.

Sunny (Dream):

Although he is very quiet, he loves playing his violin. Not much is know about him other than he does not like to speak and is usually around his older sister, MARI. Sunny is loyal to his sister and is very intelligent for his age. He likes to draw when he is free and loves to imagine.

Sweetheart:

A temporary addition to the team, she loves herself the most. Although she has her snarky attitude, experiencing rock bottom for the first time has knocked her down a few pegs. She is a bit more mature and understanding of others, but mostly just keeps her old habits when it's best benefits her. She does have an obsession with Hero, but is always blocked by Mari when she tries to advance.

[haitani-maki]

𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙶𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚢

MDNI +18 Shio Yotsurugi x Fem!reader

English is not my first language

TW: Stripper, overstimulation, pet names, orgasm, creampie, breeding kink, sugar daddy(hidden feelings), missionary, standing position, rough sex, reader 20+ Shio 30+.

Stripping wasn't your first choice to pay the bills, but it paid. It was also a quick way to get out of your parents' house, who made it very clear that they weren't going to help you financially after you graduated. With that began his journey jumping from strip club to strip club. The most recent one was a club that brought in CEOs, politicians, high rollers, in general, the filthy rich.

You were in the dressing room adjusting your makeup, perfecting the sensual look that would make any man do whatever you wanted. You were a tease on stage, drawing them in, leading to the private dances that made you a lot of money. There was only one strict rule in the club, no fucking the clients in the club. Which wasn't a problem for you, making a lot of money just from dancing.

Taking one last look in the mirror, the house mom calls you to come on stage. The two pieces left almost nothing to the imagination, delicate straps on her thighs and glitter all over her body. Your stage name is announced, men and more men screaming at the hearing your name, you were their new favorite sexy little thing.

Your body hit every beat of the music playing, in front of the stage the exclusive seats were already occupied. A man with a well-fitting white suit, short blonde hair with black streaks. He was new here.

You maintained eye contact, his eyes traveling all over your body while you were dancing. Hips swaying, a seductive smile, you glowed as you spun on the metal pole. He talks to the bid counter, his eyes never leaving you. No matter what price it was, he wanted you.

As you left the stage you were called by the house mom 'Yotsurugi Shio bought a dance from you, he's a well-known punter.' - She approaches - 'Apparently one of the CEOs recommended you, we're lucky he's here today, he's a bit picky. You've got him all night in private room five.' - She says as she adjusts your clothes and then sends you to the private room where he was.

Going up to the private room, neon lights illuminated the way, some dancers entering and others leaving. You finally arrive in room five.

Opening the door, you could see Shio sitting in the middle of the couch. A tall, stout man with a serious look on his face as he brought the glass of whiskey to his lips. The purple lights in the room enhancing his features, you had to admit that he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. He turned his attention to you when you entered the room, leaving the glass on the table and gesturing for you to come closer

'Come here pretty girl, let me take a good look at you.' - His voice was deep, golden eyes stared at you from top to bottom. For the first time you were nervous.

Walking towards him, Shio gives two pats on his lap, wanting you to sit on it

'You're a pretty little thing.' His words were warm in your ear, causing shivers. Shio's big hands running along your curves.

'I'm glad you think that way.' - You pressed your hands lightly to his chest

Shio's hands sliding down your thighs and finding the rightful place in your ass

'Just relax Mr. Yotsurugi, I will take good care of you.'

Your hips started swaying to the beat of the new soft music playing, the feeling of his hands lightly gripping your ass as you rubbed against his semi-hardened protuberance.

You change position while your back presses against his chest. Feeling his lips brush against your neck, the smell of the whiskey he was drinking still lingers on his breath.

'Tell me how a pretty girl like you ended up in a place like this?' - One hand running down your body, while the other hand squeezed your inner thigh.

'For the same reason as many. But I like what I do.'

'What a shame. A pretty little thing like you doing it for money, what would happen if you had sex with a client right now? I can afford it, you know.' - Shio holds your waist, pressing you down a bit, making you feel his volume now hard. Even dressed, you could feel it was big.

'I lose my job. The amount of money I earn here is too good.' - Shio lets out a low chuckle

'But there's a loophole, isn't there?' - He brings a hand to your breast, groping it

'Mr. Yotsurugi, I do not have sex with clients.'

'It's a shame, the reason I've come today is because I've heard very good things about you. And I wasn't disappointed with what I saw.' - He continues - 'It would be a shame if I let a precious thing like you slip away.'

Shio tightens your thigh a little stronger - 'I can make you experience what it's like to be taken care of by a real man and never have to worry about money.' - He whispers in your ear

You slightly turn your face to look at him, able to see what he was thinking.

Of course, several men had already made offers to you, but none of them came from a man like Shio.

'It seems I got your attention. Just listen to my requests and you can have whatever you want.' - He says with his lips close to yours.

And now, here you are on Shio's penthouse. Months after quitting your job at the strip club and accepting Shio's requests. Expensive dinners, luxurious gifts and as much money as you want. Shio was fulfilling what he promised while he only wanted one thing from you. The only thing you both didn't expect was for feelings to start blooming.

Your breasts pressed against the cold wall, Shio sliding his thick cock inside you with deep thrusts, you felt completely filled.

His moans were muffled by the skin of your neck as he mistreated the area. The collision of your bodies causing jolts, propelling it upwards and pressing it even harder against the wall. Yours moans joined with the noise of their intimacies, you felt your apex approaching.

In a quick move, Shio withdrew from inside you and turned you to him. Sliding his hands up your thighs, he effortlessly lifted you and pressed your back against the now warm wall, penetrating you swiftly. Shio sealed his lips in a heated kiss, hitting that sensitive spot inside you with a single motion, making you moan against his mouth.

You separate due to lack of air. Your nails dug into Shio's defined back, you scream with intense orgasm.

Shio continues with precise movements inside you, prolonging your pleasure while their once intense golden eyes now look at you with love.

He guides you to the bed, laying you down on it, you can see his member completely soaked.

Shio penetrated you again, the privileged view of his abdomen moving and contracting, leaving you even more excited. You ran your nails over his tattooed arms, heading towards his abdomen to feel him

A hand of Shio's, which was resting on the bed, went towards your neck. Squeezing the spot tightly, you contract your intimacy with such an act.

'Fuck, so tight.'

He pulls away, holding each of her thighs, watching his thick cock disappear into your pussy. You roll your eyes as you feel him go deeper, kissing your cervix

Seeing the small bulge with each thrust in the lower part of the pelvis.

One of your hands began to move down your body until it reached your pussy. Your index and middle fingers began rubbing your clitoris in circular motions, causing your body to feel the familiar knot once again.

Shio became wild with this sight.

The force behind each thrust was pushing you to the limit

'Mmhm S-Shio, just like that.' - Your back arched and a white ring formed at the base of his cock

Shio leaned forward, kissing you again, your arms wrapping around his neck. His thrusts never stopping, drawing loud moans from you.

The Shio balls slapping against your swollen lips, you could feel your third orgasm approaching with each deep thrust he gave

'I'm going to give you every drop, I will make you mine.' - His thrusts became more confused - 'Only mine.'

You could barely pronounce anything beyond his name. Your third orgasm hitting you, with Shio instantly following you, letting out a slurred moan as he thrust a few more times filling your pussy.

Maybe becoming Mrs. Yotsurugi wouldn't be so bad.

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[blizzardstarx]

My insane Wings of Fire AU Species Masterlist, of an AU that I made in a rp four years ago! (with very bad traditional drawings i did that long ago) @castiels-destiny

The roleplay information is here, plus fun facts! I recommend reading this.

Starting off with the Continent: Pontalo! I kinda just… replaced two As in Pantala with Os (listen… it was four years ago)

I just made a terrible ass map just now but it looks like a dragon curled up, the head is facing downwards towards Pyrrhia and Pantala

There are 7 main tribes that live there, the FireWings (orange), SunWings(bright yellow), MoonWings (purple), LightWings (sandy yellow thats getting overtaken by red), LightningWings (cyan), HydroWings (dark blue), BloodWings (red), who wiped out the ShapeWings and stole their land. Also, they all eat meat, or in the case of BloodWings, blood.

Also, they can all breathe fire except for HydroWings, ShapeWings (venom), and LightWings, I kinda forgot to mention that before

They can have both Kings and Queens which rule equally, unlike in the original series which has predominantly Queens.

You can make ocs of them! tag (id love to see) and credit me if you do, please! :)

Edit: Headshots of all of them with updated designs! (the ShapeWing isnt accurate)

The head is where the Kingdom of Fire resides, the FireWings live there.

FireWings have fire-proof scales, backs on fire, and intense fire breath. The rare attribute is blue fire. They are aligned to the Fire Tribe and are carnivores. Their colors typically range from red, orange, or yellow (fiery) and have fiery eyes.

Their descendants are the MudWings and SkyWings in the original series.

The second drawing is their Queen (i forgot her name) with her sick daughter i think

Near the wings of the dragon continent, the top part resides the LightWings. (full information here) They are lightweight dragons with feathered wings instead of leathery, bat wings, like a bird. They also have feathery scales on their backs. They are aligned to the Light Tribe and have light powers, and are seen as mostly healers and good-willed. However, they have been nearly wiped out by the BloodWings, and most of the rest of them have fled the continent. They are omnivores.

They can range from white, light yellow, light blue, yellow, and other pastel colors, which are uncommon, and have yellow or blue eyes. Their feathers on their backs and behind their legs can be all kinds of colors, though.

Updated LightWing Base

The LightningWings (full and updated info here) live in the bottom part of the wing, in the Kingdom of Lightning. They have long nose horns like a lightning rod, and manipulate/summon electricity/lightning. They can charge their power in lightning storms and areas with lots of electricity. They have large backspikes too, and are carnivores.

They are a variety of colors, blue, dark blue, grayish blue, dark/grayish purplish blue, etc. Think storm clouds. Their spikes are white with yellow highlights though. They can have blue or yellow eyes.

Their descendants are also the SkyWings.

I actually have recent drawings of LightningWings and ShapeWings, in 2022 or 2023. This is Switch and Storm! They were mates.

Fun fact Storm died in front of Switch’s eyes LMFAOOO

Updated LightningWing base:

ShapeWings (full information here) used to live in the area the Bloodwings now reside, the part of the body connected to the arm and wing. They are shapeshifters and can change forms on whatever they’ve seen, and can also camouflage and change their scale colors, like their descendants, the RainWings. They come in a variety of colors, eye colors, and spots, and are omnivores. They eat a variety of fruits but can eat meat. They are Light Tribe aligned.

Their queen, Paradox, escaped the Great ShapeWing Genocide and was the last surviving member of their species, and she vows to one day rebuild her kingdom, and hated the BloodWings for what they’ve done. However, a young BloodWing dragon, Vampire Bat or, just Bat, came to her school, and she saw that not all of them were bad.

They have now repopulated in wherever the place Paradox went to (we never named what the land was that the roleplay took place in), and will not return to Pontalo.

They are the common ancestor of the Leaf and RainWings.

Updated ShapeWing design:

SunWings are kinda related to LightWings. They have frills like frilled-neck lizards that can absorb sunlight and charge their power. They live in the Kingdom of Sun. They have a very spiky tail, like a sun. They are Light/Fire Tribe aligned. They vary from golden yellow, yellow, orange, etc. They are carnivores.

SandWings are descendants of them, also ShapeWings are related as they absorb energy from the sun too, like their descendants, RainWings and LeafWings.

I don’t have any good drawings of them.

MoonWings (full information here, the following is a summary) are the opposite of SunWings, and they have scales that can light up, like SeaWing scales. They are nocturnal, and very much ancestors of NightWings. They also have star-like dots/scales in their wings that make them look like the night sky, like NightWings. They are in the Moon Kingdom and are Shadow Tribe aligned. However, they are not necessarily evil. They range from any dark color, black, greenish/purpleish/blueish black, etc. They can have any eye color and are carnivorous.

Also they get powers when under full moons like the NightWings, one full moon either prophecy or mind-reading, two for both, three for enhanced

SeaWings are sort of descended from them as well, and they’re distantly related to the HydroWings.

Updated MoonWing Base

BloodWings (full information here + SwordWings info) are settler dragons from another land and conquered the ShapeWings and LightWings. They are like vampires, they can turn into bats, they suck blood, have sharp, long fangs, large ears, and burn in the sun. They have a lot of spikes, a spike on their chest area (which i didnt draw, whoops), and shredder spikes on their forelegs. They range from violent dark red shades and have red eyes. They can hear very well, use dark powers, and can also fight hand-to-hand combat, because of their spikes. They are Shadow Tribe aligned.

Updated BloodWing base:

The second drawing is of Bat, drawn in 2021

Subspecies:

SwordWings (one of my favorites <3 they dont live on Pontalo though)

SwordWings were BloodWings that defected and vowed to stop their evil crimes, and eventually evolved into a seperate species. However, they almost got wiped out by the BloodWings when finally discovered, and the two remaining members known are the King’s children, Knight and Dauntless, brother and sister. They have armor and use weapons, but they still have BloodWing qualities. They grew out of using dark magic (some can sometimes use it) and instead rely on swords or their claws/spikes. Their colors are faded dark red, and have evolved out of their red eyes. They are carnivores and they don’t depend on blood anymore. They are Light Tribe aligned.

The two live in the land Paradox is (i dont have a name for it. we never named it anything lol)

The drawings are Knight. Second one drawn in 2023 I think

And lastly my beloved HydroWings!

Here is the full description

They are literally just SeaWings with bigger webbed spines running down from their head to their tail, on their legs, belly, and webbed spines that form like a fish tail, and water powers. HydroWings speak a more ancient version of Aquatic, and also have more bioluminescent scales than regular SeaWings. They have the patterns in their wings royal SeaWings got from them. They live underwater, can go deep underwater, and have gills, but can also live outside of water like SeaWings. However, they can’t stay on land for too long. They eat fish, whales, etc and are Water Tribe aligned.

They range from purple (rare), blue, green, and dark or light (rare) variants of those too. They have green, purple (rare), or blue eyes too.

Any other colors I didnt mention, just think of them as SeaWings, they can have the colors SeaWings have.

Most of them have fled Pontalo or are in hiding because of the threat of the BloodWings, and a lot have been killed.

Their names are usually after shark or dolphin species! Although Paradox’s mate Torrent does not follow this naming pattern, lol.

Updated HydroWing Base

Old drawing (actually one of the old, old drawings I like but I forgot a few things) and 2023 drawings (I was trying out something with the wings in the first one):

King Tiger Shark, the og HydroWing that I first came up with and the current King!

His back story is sort of in the full HydroWing description, but I forgot to include he was the youngest HydroWing King ever at 5.

And Queen Dolphin, daughter of Queen Paradox, and Hydro-ShapeWing hybrid.

She found the hidden HydroWing palace Atlantis and found out she was a HydroWing and not just a weird SeaWing/ShapeWing hybrid.

[daydream-cement]

teacher!reader touching herself thinking about larissa, accidentally calls out her name, and at the same time larissa walks past her quarters overhearing her.

intrigued about what caused r to call out her name she slowly opens the door and peeks in and sees r touching herself not yet noticing larissa has entered the room, eyes closed, mouth agape.

larissa watches her for a while and then startles r by asking, “would you want some help? i would gladly give you what you’re obviously thinking about and wishing for, my fingers.”

whore activities. slay.

Caught In The Act (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x F!Reader

Authors Note: HAPPY 100th ONESHOT MY BABIES!! OF COURSE IM WRITING SMUT FOR THE 100th!!!

God, she was sublime.

The whole time you had been working at Nevermore, you found it impossible to not admire Larissa Weems when she entered a room. While professionally and personally, you knew her to be a wonderful person, you couldn’t deny that much of your thoughts around her were of the carnal nature.

Your mouth watered at the thought of her body.

Stretching out shirtless across your bed, you give yourself some time to consider the curves of Larissa’s hips and legs. You draw your hands up your own body, wishing they were hers instead. Arching your back against the bed, you push your shorts and panties down your legs, knowing exactly what you wanted to do with these thoughts of her.

The thoughts of your most recent staff meeting come to mind. How you loved to watch her hands… Her beautiful, long fingers reminded you of all the wonderfully dirty things to be done with them. You would love to suck on them, tongue swirling around her index and middle finger before she slipped them inside your-

A whimper escapes your lip as you run your fingers over your clit. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth, applying a bit more pressure to the bud. Images of Larissa flash through your mind: her licking her lips before she speaks, the way her hips move as she walks down a flight of stairs, and the flash of thigh as she crosses and uncrosses her legs. Your head rolls against the pillow beneath you and Larissa’s name slips from your lips, “Oh… Larissa…”

Her name rolling off your tongue spurns you onward. You slip your fingers lower, teasing your entrance, just to see how wet you were. You gasp as your fingers slip in so easily, demonstrating how needy you were. Deciding to play into the daydream that it was Larissa’s fingers slipping into your heat, you growl in response, “Oh, fuck… Fuck me, Rissa…”

Profanities accompanied by Larissa’s name began spilling from your mouth. You were becoming louder and more and more uninhibited. You couldn’t hear the door to your rooms slowly opening, nor did you notice a curious Larissa peeking her head in your room. She had heard her name on repeat in your quarters and now her eyes were wide as she watched you pleasuring herself with her name on your tongue.

Larissa couldn’t hide a smile of delight on her lips.

Your hips grind against your palm, trying to provide friction against your clit. A sigh of frustration escapes you as your fingers aren’t enough. They weren’t hers.

“Please, Larissa… More… I need more…” You groan in frustration, bucking your hips against your hand once more. You pull your fingers from your cunt and return to your clit, hoping you could just provide yourself with a release from rubbing the swollen nub. To no avail, it wasn't enough. You considered for a second retrieving the sex toy that sat in your dresser, but a voice spoke up, frightening you.

“Would you want some help? I would gladly give you what you’re obviously thinking about and wishing for…my fingers.” Larissa takes a step towards you, removing a couple of her decorative rings from her fingers as she does. She deposits them into her jacket pocket, but she pauses a couple feet from you, waiting for your consent.

You only pause for a moment, hesitation stemming from the thought that you could hardly believe this was real. Your gaze meets her and you nod frantically, turning your body towards her. Larissa’s smirked, slowly settling to her knees before you. Her hands gently part your legs even further, her voice a gentle purr, “Look at this pretty cunt… Hold those legs wide open for me, darling.”

You do as you're told, grasping at your legs from under your knees and holding yourself wide open for Larissa. You were absolutely speechless at the events unfolding in front of you. Larssa’s touch grazes over the top of your cunt, not giving you exactly what you want, but her words make you moan anyway, “I could hear how wet you are, honey… Your fingers just weren’t enough were they?”

She uses her index and middle finger to trace on either side of your aching pussy, teasing you now, “I can’t deny… You look absolutely delicious…”

“How long have you been thinking about me, hm? Your eyes do tend to wander during meetings.” Larissa’s fingers finally move inward, slowly tracing up your slit and your hips shift against her, practically begging for more. You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel her fingers move upwards, pressing a few gentle circles into your clit before shifting back down again. You couldn’t believe how desperate your whines and moans were beginning to sound, but Larissa loved how pathetic you were, “God, you really are desperate, aren’t you?

With those final words, Larissa pushed her index and middle finger into you causing you to gasp. You rock your body back and forth against her fingers, moaning with each thrust of her fingers.

“Let me hear you moan my name again.” Larissa spoke softly just as she lowered her lips to your inner thigh, pressing one kiss to your left leg, then your right. Finally, she dipped her lips down to your clit, pressing a kiss against it. Your breathing becomes more and more ragged, wishing you could feel her tongue against your clit.

She pursed her lips, gently blowing air on your sensitive clit before finally giving you what you wanted. Her tongue swirls around your clit and you feel her moan against you, loving the way you taste. In return for her finally giving you the cunnilingus you were searching for, you moan her name more and more, “Oh, god, Larissa… Yes.. Larissa… Larissa… Rissa, fuck me…”

Larissa’s tongue moves against your clit in the most expert of ways and her fingers continue pushing in and out, gently curling in you every few thrusts. You were loving the way she was moaning into your cunt. Each time she slid her tongue over your clit, you were being pushed further and further to the edge.

With each thrust of her fingers, you could hear how wet you were now. Her fingers sank so deeply into you, feeling just as you had always dreamed they would. Much to your surprise, she ended up adding a third finger, your only response being a strangled gasp. You felt your body writhing, losing all control under her control.

Your mouth as agape as you cried out to her, begging her, “Fuck me, please… Make me cum, please… I want to cum…”

Larissa hummed against you, moving her tongue against you in the perfect way. Your hips were jerking uncontrollably now and your breath was ragged. Your whines told Larissa how close you really were. You were disappointed when her tongue left your clit, but her thumb replaced it immediately, her voice low, “Cum for me…”

You could never disobey your boss. You came hard against her fingers, screaming her name just as she would like. As you came, your legs tried snapping shut, but Larissa’s strong hand kept your left pinned to the bed.

“Look at me…” Larissa whispered as your eyes were still squeezed shut as you tried to regain control of yourself. You part your lids to see her holding out her fingers to you, wanting you to lick her fingers clean. Hungrily, you take her hand in yours wrapping your lips around each of her digits individually, your tongue swirling around each, just as you had in your daydreams. Larissa had a satisfied smirk gracing her lips, enjoying the sight of you so enthralled by her hands.

When you finished, Larissa retracted her hand and sat up, reaching over to pick up your panties. Your jaw gaped slightly as she wiped her mouth with your panties and tossed them at you. From there she stood, walking towards the door. She glanced over her shoulder as she gripped the door knob, “Maybe you can return the favor sometime.”

With that she left you to clean yourself up. You leaned back against your bedroom wall, soaking wet and still breathing heavily.

[shmaptainwrites]

𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 [𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐙𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐘]

PAIRINGS —  Fitzwilliam Darcy x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — Reader, encountered with an unexpected cold, finds herself staying longer at her friend's home in Pemberley and influencing him with her unconventional attitude

WARNINGS — sickness

NOTE — Here's the 2nd Mr. Darcy fic! It's been a draft for a while but I finally managed to finish it off, I hope you guys enjoy.

“Fitz! Come quickly Miss (L/N) is here!” Georgiana called her older brother as you rode into the Pemberley estate in your carriage. 

Mr. Darcy listened to his sister, but didn’t waste a second in telling her that there was no use yelling in such a big house and that she should have just sent someone to get him. 

“I know, I’m just so excited to see her,” Georgiana grinned. “Aren’t you?”

“I am happy she could come visit us for the week,” he said simply. “She’s quite busy keeping house for her brother.”

“Exactly, which is all the more exciting that she was able to come,” Georgiana grinned. 

The Darcy siblings met you outside, helping you deal with your bags first and then taking the opportunity to say hello. 

You kissed Georgiana on the cheek, taking a moment to really take in how much she’d grown while you hadn’t seen her. 

“My goodness, a few more months and you’ll be taller than me,” you laughed, Georgiana’s hands clasped tightly in your own. “Oh how I’ve missed you.”

“Just me?” Georgiana teased. 

“Now now, your brother knows very well that I’ve missed his company as well.”

“Then it is unfortunate you will only be able to stay with us for the week,” Mr. Darcy commented. 

“Yes, it most definitely is.”

“Please, come. Dinner is waiting inside, I am sure you are hungry after your travels,” Mr. Darcy, guided you and his sister towards the entrance of the large home. 

“You have assumed correctly, Mr. Darcy,” you nodded. 

“All the better that we can eat immediately then,” Georgiana smiled. “How is your family? Your brother? And sisters?”

“All fine and healthy thank you,” you said. “My elder sister is actually getting married very soon. The engagement was quite recent so she asked if I could pass the news to you both in person.”

“Oh how delightful!” Georgiana clapped her hands together. 

“You will both be invited to the wedding of course, it wouldn’t be the same without you there,” you smiled. 

“We shall greatly look forward to such a wonderful event, won’t we, Fitzwilliam?”

“Yes, of course. Any opportunity to see your family is a great one,” he agreed. 

Dinner was quite pleasant, you caught up on the events happening in your respective lives and reminisced about the days where you were closer together. 

The week at Pemberley passed faster than you would have liked and on your last day you decided to take a quiet moment to yourself, walking the grounds before dinner. 

The property was extensive and you often lost track of how far you had gone. This time, the realization came when it began to rain and you did your best to hurry back, hoping you wouldn’t get sick. 

Arriving back at the house, the bottom of your dress was soaked completely with mud and the rest of you was dripping with rainwater. 

Mr. Darcy happened to be walking by as you came inside and quickly came to attend to you. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked. 

“At this point, yes,” you nodded. “I just got caught in the rain.”

“Let us get you something to dry off, perhaps a change of clothes and some time by the fire will do you good.”

“Mr. Darcy, you needn’t worry, I’m sure everything will be fine and I can take care of it.”

“I insist. You are my guest, what kind of host would I be if I didn’t at least attempt to make sure you were alright.”

You conceded and let Mr. Darcy instruct someone to bring you a towel to dry off and walked you to your room before informing you he’d make sure a fire was started in the fireplace of the drawing room. 

After you changed into dry, clean clothes, you made your way there noting that you were beginning to feel a bit ill. You hoped it was nothing and that the feeling would pass, but it became clear during dinner when Mr. Darcy had to quickly rush to your side after you had almost fainted. 

He instructed someone to call a doctor and asked Georgiana to write a quick letter to your brother to inform him you would have to stay at Pemberley until you were feeling better. 

“Mr. Darcy, I really-,” you paused, taking a deep breath to fight off the nausea. “I wouldn’t want to impose and stay longer than I was intending.”

“Nonsense,” he shook his head. “You are in no condition to travel. I don’t know what your brother would say if I sent you back while you are in this state.”

You closed your eyes and nodded your head, allowing Mr. Darcy to lead you into your room, sitting you down on the bed and assuring you he’d be back with tea and a doctor. 

Your fever was the worst the first night. The doctor stayed at Pemberley to make sure that you’d be on track for a healthy recovery. He informed you that whatever ailment you were suffering from could take some time to completely leave your system and as Mr. Darcy had already suggested it would be best for you to stay at Pemberley until you were completely healed. 

It pained you to sit around and do nothing aimlessly every day, but you knew there was no way you’d be able to get any better otherwise. 

One evening, after you had assumed everyone had gone to sleep, you badly wanted to stretch your legs and decided to make your way to the kitchen to make a pot of tea. 

You took careful steps, still feeling a little dizzy, only in a nightgown with a shawl pulled over your shoulders, when the flicker of a candle signaled to you that someone was there. 

You turned around and saw Mr. Darcy who was clearly still awake and staring at you quizzically. 

“Miss (L/N), what on earth are you doing out of bed?” he asked, increasing the pace of his stride so that he could reach you faster. 

“I was just hoping to make some tea,” you said. “And stretch my legs. Please don’t send me back to my room.”

Mr. Darcy pursed his lips and sighed, 

“Alright, let’s get you some tea.”

You began to walk, slightly more wobbly than before so Mr. Darcy carefully wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him so you’d have some support as you walked. 

“Are you feeling any better from this morning?” he asked. 

“A little, but much better than that first night,” you said. 

“Good,” he said simply and you continued your walk to the kitchen in silence. 

You tried to take initiative to grab a few things to make the tea , but Mr. Darcy stopped you and insisted he take care of it. 

“Mr. Darcy, you spoil me,” you chuckled. “Ever since we were little ones, you always have.”

You swore you saw a small smile make its way onto his lips as he placed the kettle on the stove. 

“I have very few people I’m able to spoil Miss (L/N), I’m happy you indulge me,” he said quietly, still holding you close to his side. 

“As much as I appreciate it, I do believe I can stand on my own,” you commented. 

“Let us see how those legs of yours hold up,” he took a small step away, removing his support and you almost fell backwards if it weren’t for his quick reflexes that caught you. 

“Perhaps not, then,” you chuckled, hiding your face in slight embarrassment. 

The water was boiled not that much later and you allowed the tea to steep for a bit before Mr. Darcy poured you a cup and carried it for you as you made your way into the sitting room. 

The room was only lit by the light of the candle and after sitting you down, Mr. Darcy stayed right there next to you. 

You knew if anyone caught you like this the rumours would go flying, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, feeling far too comfortable in his embrace. 

“You know my mother used to hold me like this when I was sick,” you yawned. “It’s not quite the same, but I guess you’ll have to do.”

“Surely you jest,” Mr. Darcy said and you shook your head. 

“Me? Jest? Fitzwilliam, who do you think I am?”

“That medication the doctor has prescribed you is surely doing quite a number on you,” he placed the back of his hand to your forehead only to see that you most definitely weren’t feverish. 

“It’s not the medication,” you shook your head. “Perhaps the exhaustion made me slip up, but don’t you think it’s incredibly silly that I shan’t refer to you by your name even though I have known you all my life?”

“I suppose it is,” he nodded slowly. 

“Just try it,” you suggested. “No one is watching, it's just you and I.”

He paused to a moment, still unsure if he should say anything, but he’d spent the entire night indulging you so he thought he might as well continue. 

“What do you wish me to ask you, (Y/N)?” 

“See that’s much better,” you nodded. “I quite like having you call me by my first name.”

“There are a lot of unconventional things I seem to find you enjoying,” Mr. Darcy commented. 

“Ah yes, the long walks alone, being held by a man while barely clothed, and of course referring to my oldest friend by his first name.”

Mr. Darcy couldn’t help the chuckle that had escaped, he decided then to simply shake his head and continue to hold you close. A signal to you that he didn’t really mind it. 

Now that your tea had cooled off, he passed you the cup and helped your slightly shaking hands lift it to your lips. 

“You know (Y/N), Georgiana is quite happy you haven’t left us yet as unfortunate as the circumstances are, she’s still enjoying your company.” 

“And I hers,” you sighed. “She’s grown so much since I last saw her, I really do wish I could be here more often.”

“As do I,” Mr. Darcy agreed. “Am I correct in assuming your brother has many engagements?”

“Constantly,” you nodded with a small yawn. “It’s exhausting, honestly. Even though I am unwell, Pemberley has given me some much needed rest.”

“I suppose some gratitude is warranted on both ends then.”

“Yes, it does seem that way,” you said yet another yawn. “You wouldn’t mind if I-,” you yawned again. “just…fell asleep…right here.”

Before Mr. Darcy could utter a single word, your head had fallen against his arm, your eyes shut, and your mouth slightly open, a quiet snore escaping every now and then. 

Mr. Darcy could only stare in admiration, pulling your shawl a little tighter around you so you didn’t get cold. 

Carefully, feeling that if he did it any other way he might be caught, he pressed the smallest kiss to your forehead. 

“Sleep well my dear (Y/N).” 

—

After that evening, you found yourself asleep in your bed the next morning as if nothing had happened. You were already feeling exceptionally better and within two more days you were well enough to make arrangements to head back home. 

“I wish you weren’t leaving so soon,” Georgiana sighed dejectedly as she pushed around her potatoes at dinner. 

“Georgiana I’ve been here two weeks longer than expected,” you chuckled. 

“I know, but it never feels like enough time.”

“I feel the same. I hope I’ll be back soon, but I really don’t know,” you said honestly. “When I was a little younger it was easier, not the same kind of responsibilities.”

“Right,” Georgiana nodded. “Wait, does this mean I must keep house for you if you’re not married soon?” Georgiana turned her attention to her older brother. 

“Perhaps,” Mr. Darcy nodded. “But I don’t think you should worry about that right now Georgiana.”

You felt a pang in your heart as he said that. It was only a matter of time before Mr. Darcy found a wife, but a part of you deep down always wondered if perhaps he’d consider you. 

You knew it was silly, he probably thought of you as a younger sister, but you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, especially when he treated you with such tenderness and care. 

To save your own feelings, you quickly changed the topic, asking about something general like the Darcy’s dogs or how the weather had been slowly improving. 

You went to bed that night without much thought of the conversation at dinner and got up early enough in the morning so you could get a good start on your travels. 

Just as you were about to go and inform someone to prepare the carriage you heard a knock at the door of your room. 

“Hello? Who is it?” you asked, your hands busy fixing something on your dress. 

“It’s me.”

You recognized the voice as Darcy’s and told him to come in. 

He opened the door and came inside the room, shutting it behind him. 

“Is something the matter, Mr. Darcy?” you asked, seeing the tense expression. 

“So formal,” he said with what you thought was a nervous chuckle. “What ever happened to your inclination to use my first name?”

“I didn’t think it was appropriate,” you said quietly. “Is there something you need?”

“I have a question to ask you,” he said and you nodded your head for him to continue. “I’d like you to stay longer at Pemberley. Would you?”

“I-Fitzwilliam, you know I’ve been here far too long, my brother needs me back in London. Even if I wanted to, I can't visit longer,” you sighed.

“I meant…I meant permanently.”

“P-Permanently?” you stuttered. 

“I apologize if I haven’t made it clear already-I suppose my nerves have gotten the best of me,” he rambled. 

“A-Are you asking me to marry you?” you asked finally and he nodded his head. 

You could already feel your head spinning, confused tears welling in your eyes. Where did this come from? Why was he asking? Why now?

“I-Fitz, where is this coming from?” you asked him. “If you just wish for me to visit more I can find ways to get out of London, you don’t have to ask me to marry you.”

“Why would you think I’d ask someone to marry me?” he asked, his voice was gentle as it always was when he spoke with you, but it carried a twinge of hurt. 

“I-I don’t know!” you threw your hands up. “Someone who can look after Pemberley for you? Do all the things a good and proper wife should?”

“And not for love?”

You swallowed thickly, your hands tensed and clenched with emotion. You couldn’t bear tiptoeing around it any longer. 

“Fitz, please don’t trifle with my feelings, just say it. Say it and I am yours.”

“I love you,” he closed the space between you, cradling your face easily in his large hands, pressing your forehead against his own. “I have loved you, (Y/N) since I knew what the word meant and I shall love you long past my dying breath. Stay and let me spoil you. Stay so that I may be able to see your beautiful smile every minute of every day. Stay because I love you.”

You nodded your head, knowing your words would fail you. 

For a moment there wasn’t propriety, no obligations, no societal standards. Just you and him. 

He gently kissed away your tears, knowing you were both protected by the closed curtain before quietly saying. 

“As much as I would love for you to stay, I believe the carriage should be ready now. I shall meet you in London in a few days to ask for your father’s blessing.”

“Yes, of course,” you wiped away the remainder of your tears with the sleeve of your dress before taking a moment to trace your fingers along his jaw. “I shall miss you, dearly.”

“And I you.”

But there was a certain lightness in both of your hearts, knowing that you’d get to spend the rest of your lives together. 

“Fitz,” you whispered. 

“Yes, my darling.”

“I almost forgot to say I love you too.”

You swore the smile that came across his face could have brightened the whole room. You brought his face closer to yours, stepping on your toes to press a kiss to his forehead. 

“I shall see you soon.”

He held your hand and gave it one last squeeze before you slipped out of the room, your heart beating out of your chest. 

—

Several Years Later

“Mrs. Darcy, lovely to have you back at Pemberley.”

“It’s wonderful to be back, I felt as if I was visiting my family in London for ages,” you dusted off your dress and took a pleasant look around the home. 

“Shall I inform Mr. Darcy of your arrival?”

“No, that’ll be alright, I can handle it,” you smiled. “He’s in his study?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You took off your coat with some help and began walking down the halls, quickly visiting with Georgiana when you ran into her and assuring her you would have plenty of time to catch up over dinner. 

When you arrived at your husband’s office the door was already cracked open so you carefully snuck inside and shut the door behind you, having to stifle a laugh at the fact that he didn’t even flinch or seem to notice you’d entered the room. 

You pressed your back to the door and waited patiently as he informed you that he would be one more moment and as soon as he put his pen down and looked up from his papers his eyes grew wide with surprise. 

“You’re back,” he smiled. “A day early.”

“I couldn’t wait,” you chuckled. “But you clearly could, you barely even noticed it was me!” you teased him. 

“My darling, I was far too engrossed in the letter I was writing, but I surely shouldn’t have been,” he came up to you and you were about to open the door so that you could leave the study, but he stopped you by putting his hand on the handle and cornering you between himself and the closed door. 

“Fitzwilliam,” you gasped and turned around to face him. “You naughty man.”

“Is it a crime for a man to wish to kiss his wife after having missed her for two long months?” he raised a brow. 

“I suppose not,” you chuckled while his thumb and forefinger tilted your chin upwards so that he could meet you in a tender and longing kiss. 

He was right, it had been too long since you had last seen each other and you wished your relatives would come to Pemberley instead of insisting you visit in London. 

Every moment you spent there you could barely enjoy because you wished desperately to be back in the company of the man whom you loved dearly. 

When you pulled apart, Fitzwilliam still held your face in his hands and asked you how your visit was. 

“Terrible.”

“Terrible?”

“Alright, it wasn’t terrible. I’m exaggerating, but I did miss you terribly,” you turned your head to gently kiss his hand. 

“And I you,” he kissed your forehead and lingered there a moment to savour the feeling of having you close again. 

The middle of your quiet moment was interrupted with a pounding knock to the door which started both of you. 

“Mama stop hogging Papa! I haven’t seen him either!” you could hear a small, but stern voice come from the other side of the door and both you and Fitzwilliam chuckled before opening it, revealing your daughter standing with her arms crossed over her chest, a pout on her lips. 

Fitzwilliam didn’t waste a moment, swooping down to pick her up and press a kiss to her cheek. She was still small and you knew especially when you were in private he liked to soak up as much of those moments as he could with her. 

“My darling, look at you! You’ve grown since I last saw you,” he said. “What did your grandparents feed you?”

“Too much veal,” you grimaced at the thought and he chuckled. 

“Did you miss me?” Louise looked up at her father with big pleading eyes. 

“Of course I did,” he assured her. “Your mother just came and found me first, that's all.” 

“You did say you wanted to stay with auntie Georgiana for a little while, don’t you remember Lou?” 

She nodded her head, conceding, but pressed a big kiss to her father’s cheek. 

“Next time maybe you should come find me, Papa,” she suggested. 

“I completely agree,” he gave her a small smile before continuing, “Now you two must be tired from your travels, why don’t we go see how long dinner will take and until then we can sit with Georgiana and have a cup of tea while you tell me all about your visit to London.” 

“And maybe Lou can convince you to join us next time,” you grinned and kissed your daughter’s cheek. “Isn’t that right my little munchkin.” 

She giggled and agreed emphatically, “Yes, Papa has to come with us! Because Mama says that I'm the boss.”

Fitzwilliam looked over at his daughter then you. He was happy Louise took after you, perhaps when the right time came she would give another young man the courage to share his love. 

@/icemankazansky

[pokeberry5]

do you have any tips for drawing dynamic poses? i always love the way you draw bodies!!

i know this has been said a million times but the way i draw bodies significantly improved after i started drawing more frequently from reference. if i cant find a reference for a pose on the internet, i'll just use myself or a friend. i spend an unfortunate amount of time just standing in front of my mirror looking at my own joints. pay attention to where your body curves!!

other than that though—honestly my anatomy/pose knowledge is a whack amalgamation of art tips i've accumulated over the years (i miss old school deviantart/tumblr style art tutorials). i also like to look at how artists i admire draw bodies—what details to they include, what anatomical short-hands etc

i think i'm still figuring out how to draw dynamic poses, but here are some cheats i've picked up (under the cut coz this got long again):

gonna use this stray!tim as a base

the easiest way for make up a pose is to start roughly with the head, collarbones, ribcage, and pelvis — you can build everything from there

here's a couple more of what i mean by the ribcage-pelvis deconstruction:

2. push your perspective a little!! imo things look more dynamic if you move your sight-line up or down—the horizontal orange line here. if you look at the panels above, the sight lines tend to be a little low, at around the character's torso or waist. i did the same below with stray!tim

to do this i usually try to get a sense of the space im working in by putting in some sloppy perspective grids

3. S curves!!! exaggerate the lines of the body. the body naturally has parallel horizontal lines—an easy way to get a body to look less rigid is to tilt those horizontal lines which in turn curves the vertical line of the body

this is what a mean by horizontal lines—usually i use the eyes, shoulders, and hips:

i'm gonna use caterina as a better example—usually you want the horizontal lines to sort of zigzag:

i've also picked up a couple visual tricks that don't exactly add dynamism to a pose? but they do give a static pose a little more oomph. a lot of this is done by visually highlighting one specific point of the body

for our purposes, i'm gonna make the focal point tim's face

motion blur! there are a couple ways to do this. i actually dont like working with traditional motion blur because you have to mess around with selections, so i usually fake motion blur using postional perspective blur:

2. gradient lighting—you can add a lot of depth this way. usually i like setting the gradient in the direction of the focal point, e.g. tim's face

below, i added a layer above the base drawing, used an airbrush to get this gradient, and then set the layer to color burn and lowered the opacity. you can also clip the lighting layer to the base drawing and set it to multiply

below, i did the opposite—instead of adding a gradient shadow, i added gradient light. i set the layer to add this time (instead of color burn) and then lowered the opacity again.

this kinda serves to desaturate the parts of the piece that are less important (ish i was kinda sloppy here), driving the eye to face—the most saturated. the motion blur does a similar thing, where the only thing "in focus" is tim's face

the gradient also sort of adds a directionality to the piece—it starts at the bottom right corner and goes up towards the upper left, causing your eye to follow that same path, which drags your gaze up tim's body

here's what it looks like when i combine 1 and 2:

3. chromatic aberration's been pretty popular recently. it does a similar thing as perspective blur but with more eyestrain (although i went with a really exaggerated version below just to show you what it does) but it looks cool!

bonus cryptid tim as a reward for getting to the end :-)

[arminreindl]

Paludirex: Life of the Swamp King

Having gotten the long taxonomic history of Pallimnarchus and Paludirex out of the way (see here), lets talk more about the animal itself.

As far as we know at this point in time, Paludirex was the last of the large semi-aquatic mekosuchines and the largest members of this group had ever gotten. Whereas the cleaver-headed Baru dominated the waterways of the Oligocene and Miocene, Paludirex lived from the Pliocene and Pleistocene. There is some division between the species tho as it appears. Given the ambiguity around the origin of some Paludirex vincenti specimens, this species is currently only known from the Pliocene, whereas Paludirex gracilis is currently only known from the Pleistocene. There may also be a third species from the same region as Paludirex vincenti.

Comparisson between Paludirex gracilis (left) and Paludirex vincenti (right)

Anatomically, Paludirex has a pretty easily recognizable animal. Unlike Baru, with its short, triangular skull, Paludirex had a head that was almost rectangular when viewed from above, about half as wide as long and comparably flat. Mind you the skull can still be pretty deep, especially in Paludirex vincenti, but the proportions still highlight how wide it is most of all. In both robustness and skull width, Paludirex far exceeds what is known in modern saltwater crocodiles, which likely fill a similar niche.

Left: Skull reconstruction of Paludirex vincenti. Right: Life reconstruction of Paludirex (Nellie Pease)

As said before, Paludirex represents the biggest mekosuchine. At a minimum length of 4 meters, it already rivals many of today's crocodiles and Baru, and that's just the smaller ones. Large individuals of Paludirex vincenti probably got much larger, 5 meters and more further drawing parallels to todays salties.

A size comparisson between Steve Irwin and both species of Paludirex

Now while the description is pretty sound on account of recent work by Ristevski and co., the ecology is a different matter. A lot of work was published back when Pallimnarchus was still a thing, so trying to separate what and what isn't applicable these days is a bit of a challenge.

On the most simple level, Paludirex was a generalist semi-aquatic ambush hunter. It's skull, tho incredibly robust and wide, shows no peculiar adaptations like long slender jaws so its obviously not a specialist. It's semi-aquatic because the nostrils and eyes face up so that they would peer out from the water while the rest of the body remained submerged. And these last two together basically suggest ambush-hunting.

Willis and Molnar also made comparissons between Paludirex skulls (or rather skulls now recognized as such) and Mugger crocodiles. All in all this suggests that its diet could have ranged from turtles to aquatic birds to large mammals (so the typical croc range really). They also infer that it may have had similar habitat preferences, being found in marshes, swamps, rivers, lakes, anywhere theres freshwater really. One exception may be that some researchers have argued that Paludirex was avoiding saltwater and brackish water, which eventually could have factored into its extinction once inland waterways in Queensland dissappeared.

Top: Eastern Sahul megafauna, the foreground features Paludirex about to ambush a giant kangaroo (Ryan Bargiel, Vlad Konstantinov, Andrey Atuchin & Scott Hocknull) Bottom left: Paludirex vincenti (Diego Ortega Anatol) Bottom right: An unforunate Paludirex being attacked by a marsupial lion (Joschua Knüppe)

As with many crocs, its pretty likely that individuals were hostile towards each other at certain times, perhaps during territorial disputes or in the mating season. Now this one's a bit of a more ambiguous one regarding the assignment of the fossils. Fossils of leg material show clear bite marks, HOWEVER, the fossils were assigned to Pallimnarchus purely on the basis that they don't appear to have belonged to a terrestrial animal (as often inferred for Quinkana) nor to a modern croc. Based on this, the material was assumed to have been that of Pallimnarchus without much else to back it up. Now that Pallimnarchus is no more, it is reasonable to assume that it may be Paludirex but then again, it could also be an entirely different animal. Only way to tell would be to find Paludirex fossils with leg fossils attached.

This does bring up the interesting discussion, what crocs did coexist with Paludirex? Well there's a couple. As just mentioned, there's Quinkana, which I'll research more in depth later, but for now it's commonly assumed to be more terrestrial than other mekosuchines. There's the Darling Downs form, which lived around the same time as Paludirex vincenti in Queensland and may be a third species of this taxon. Gunggamarandu is another animal from this region, tho much as with Paludirex its not entirely clear if its Pliocene or Pleistocene. More certain is the fact that during the Pleiostocene, Paludirex gracilis coexisted with freshwater crocodiles in the Riversleigh WHA. Finally, there's indetermined species of crocodiles that date as far back as the Pliocene. Historically, they've been regarded as salties, but more recently it's though that they were a different species entirely and that salties only moved in recently, possibly after Paludirex went extinct and the niche of large semi-aquatic predator was free.

Top left: Quinkana faces off against Megalania (Hodari Nundu) Top right: A freshwater crocodile running (Brandon Sideleau) Bottom: Gunggamarandu, a relative of today's gharials (Eleanor Pease)

By this point I've basically already given away the reason why Paludirex is no more. With mekosuchines already taking a massive hit during the late Miocene, the group was not at its peak when Paludirex came around. And things were not getting any better as Australia grew more and more arid, river systems disappearing, freshwater drying up and the habitat of these animals shrinking bit by bit. Paludirex, presumably staying clear of coastal waters, was hit hard by these events and eventually it was just too much. And once it was out, saltwater crocodiles moved in, leading into the modern day.

[haven-dark]

Idk what to do with this but it's gonna spontaneously combust if I just let it sit in my drive, so I guess I'm just gonna put it here for now?

A little scene(s) I whipped up after a discussion with some friends about the idea of middle-aged Stu and Billy moving into a picturesque suburban town and their neighbors slowly getting suspicious as people go missing.

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The neighborhood’s newest resident easily has fifteen years on the most recent Mrs. Jones, but so does her husband, and Dennis doesn't have a smoothly sculpted jawline and lusciously thick head of dark hair. 

The moving truck is still mostly full when she comes by with her youngest stepson in tow. “Mason, leave the bugs alone,” she orders, taking his little arm firmly and dragging him away from a beached earthworm and towards the new neighbor's house. 

She fluffs her curls and double checks her lipstick in a car mirror before approaching the man from behind.

“I was wondering when the new family would arrive,” she says as a greeting. “The sign said sold for a little bit there.”

He glances at the lawn sign bearing the fake smile of the fake blonde who’d been responsible for selling the place. She’s one of those PTA bitches, but Cassidy is sure that she told them every charming story they could possibly want to hear about how great Arbor Village is. “Yeah, some stuff took longer than expected to sort out.” 

“Can we go home now?” Mason whines.

“It's not nice to interrupt grown-ups,” she reprimands. She looks to the man apologetically, but he seems unbothered. “Kids,” she chuckles. She bends to pick Mason up so she can sneak a look at the man's left hand. No ring. “Do you have any?”

“I've got these three.” He raps the knuckles of his right hand, which does sport a couple of rings, against the cab window. Three canine faces appear on cue, a small light one squished between the larger, darker two. 

She giggles at the reveal. “So no human children? How about a wife?” she ventures. 

“No wife,” he says. “And these three are more than enough.” His head is tilted toward the window, and she lets her eyeline drop to his lips as he talks. They look soft. 

He looks back to her more quickly than she’d expected and she’s sure that she’s been caught. She blushes slightly. He turns his full focus on her, looks her up and down. 

Having had no specific plans of running into a charming older bachelor, she hadn’t selected her outfit for Mason’s park day very intentionally. Her workout pants are visibly faded and she’s pretty sure this jacket has that collection of stains speckled along the bottom, but she doesn’t want to check and draw attention to it. 

His gaze is intense. It feels a little like he’s peering into her, breaking her into her components with his dark eyes so he can review each piece. Despite starting to overheat as she stands in a patch of sun in her sweats, she feels a little naked. She doesn’t dislike it.

If he concludes his assessment with a negative impression of her, he gives no sign of it. He rubs his beard and gives her a warm smile before offering his ringed hand for her to shake. “I'm Billy.” His grip is almost gentle for the rugged look of him, though it's strong. She doesn’t want to take her hand back, so she lets it linger as long as she thinks she can get away with it.

“Cassidy Jones. Although,” she offers, “friends call me Sid.”

His eyebrows go up slightly. “Sid,” he repeats, and she wants to melt at the sound of it. She loves the way it drips off his tongue, almost musically. “That’s great. It suits you.”

She blushes again, pleasantly this time. “Well, thank you, Billy.” Mason’s been patting and grabbing at her to get her attention, though he’s miraculously stopped talking, like he was told. She irritably sets him back on the ground. “You know, by the time you get all of this unpacked it’s going to be far too late to start cooking, and you should really have a home cooked meal on your first day in town. If you’d like–”

“Who’s this, Babe?” A second man appears by Billy, wrapping an arm around him from behind and setting his chin on Billy’s shoulder. He’s at least as attractive as Billy, but the way his eyes scan over Cassidy makes her feel like she’s being not just undressed but completely skinned. 

Billy smirks downward, to himself, then looks over his shoulder. “Stu, this is our neighbor from across the street. Sid.”

There’s something unsettling in the grin Stu responds with. “Nice t’meet ya, Sid.”

She wants to retract the invitation to the nickname, but she can’t just ask one of them not to use it. “You too,” she says, because it’s just the thing to say. She lifts Mason back up, ready to exit the conversation. 

But Billy continues it. “She was just inviting us over for dinner tonight, so we can have a home cooked meal on our first night in town.” Shit. Yet another invitation she’d offered too early and can’t rescind. “Isn’t that nice?” He looks at her again, even though the question is clearly directed to his partner. His smile is so kind that she wonders for a second if she really wants to take it back, but she hopes that they’ll make a polite attempt at declining so she can use it as a window to renegotiate.

“Oh, that’s really generous,” Stu says. “Putting yourself out like that for a couple of strangers.”

She feels like Mason’s worm, wriggling here in the sun, so close to safety, but unable to get out of this alone. The sad irony is the only ones who can release her are the ones who put her here in the first place. And at least one of them seems set on watching her squirm.

Billy’s turned to look at Stu on his shoulder again. “It might be late by the time we finish unpacking…”

Cassidy tries to wedge herself back into the conversation at that moment, but Stu’s too quick to close off the opening. “Don’t do that. Look how uncomfortable she is. You’re being so rude to turn down a neighborly welcome.” He gives a broad smile and tells her, “We’d love to come.”

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Stu watches Billy, standing in the street in front of the moving truck, through the half-shut kitchen blinds as he sets a stack of boxes on the otherwise empty counter. He can tell by the body language that he’s talking to someone, but it takes a second for her to swoop into his line of vision as she bends to pick up a small boy.

Some neighborhood mom here to chat him up. Of course. What is it with moms and Billy? They’re fucking magnetized to him anywhere he goes. Stu had been inside for all of a minute and she’d just materialized.

She’s cute, too, with a mess of dark curls and a set of curves that aren’t completely swallowed up by the track suit she’s wearing. Billy’s probably going to flirt back just so Stu can catch him doing it. He’s such a little shit.

Billy makes eye contact with him through both of the truck’s windows just as he steps out onto the front porch. “No wife,” he says to the woman, with a smirk at Stu. 

Fucking asshole. Predictable but still infuriating. 

As soon as he knows Stu’s seen him, he turns back to the woman, angling his body so Stu can watch in profile as he roughly rubs at his facial hair, a move women for some reason seem to find charming.

Stu fumes for a moment before charging over to make his entrance and mark his territory. 

“Who’s this, Babe?” He adds the pet name with a slight emphasis as he slips a possessive arm around Billy’s midsection. He sets his chin on Billy’s shoulder as if in an affectionate embrace, but he lets its point and his fingertips push just a little too hard into Billy to make sure he gets the message.

He plasters on a friendly smile as his eyes devour the woman in front of him, not hungrily but angrily. Maybe a little hungrily. She really is cute. A little young for his taste, but definitely something he could have been into a decade ago.

When his eyes return to hers, he can see that she’s recalculated the scenario and realized her mistake. That’s right, bitch, he broadcasts telepathically. This is mine.

Billy’s looking at the ground, silently laughing to himself. Stupid asshole’s gotten exactly what he wanted. He turns to look at Stu and the broadcast changes to, You’re gonna fucking pay for this later, you dick.

“Stu, this is our neighbor from across the street,” Billy introduces, the stupid smirk still tugging on the corner of his mouth. He pauses, just slightly, and adds an emphasis that probably only Stu can pick up on as he delivers the name. “Sid.”

He’s still pissed at Billy, but he can’t contain the grin that splits his face at the coincidence. He’d thought he was so funny picking a town called Arbor Village because of its parallel to their hometown. But to have the first neighbor they meet be called Sid? That was too good. He couldn’t have scripted it any better.

“Nice t’meet ya, Sid.” He eyes her again and, maybe he’s imagining it, but he can even see a certain resemblance to the Prescott women in her face. Especially when her eyes widen and brow furrows as he smiles down at her. She looks enticingly like a spooked deer.

She picks up her kid as she’s returning the greeting like she’s about to make a run for it. Billy gives a watch this grin sideways at him before showing off the trap he’d built while Stu was away.

“She was just inviting us over for dinner tonight.” Stu shares his grin. The sentence shackles the woman to the spot in front of them. “So we can have a  home cooked meal on our first night in town. Isn’t that nice?”

Sid’s no longer merely spooked. When he looks back to her, she’s a caged animal, looking across the street to freedom through invisible bars. She, seemingly unconsciously, takes a step backward. There’s a plea in her eyes for them to let her go, but to uninvite them would be so impolite.

And to expect your captors to be your saviors is just naive. He can’t resist rattling the cage a little.

“Oh, that’s really generous,” he joins in. There’s a hint of mocking in his tone. He can’t help it. He’s having too much fun. But he’s sure to add a little earnestness, too, like he’s genuinely touched by her offer. “Putting yourself out like that for a couple of strangers.” 

God, she’s starting to look genuinely scared now and it’s delicious. He could almost salivate as the line about them being strangers registers in her eyes. 

The kid’s wiggling in her arms and she really looks like she could sprint away if the unanswered invitation wasn’t holding her in place.

Does he really want to go to her house for dinner? Who knows? Who cares? But he really fucking wants to keep playing with his prey.

Billy turns his head back to Stu. “It might be late by the time we finish unpacking…”

Sid’s muscles relax. Stu’s smile wilts. Billy’s just unlocked the door, unbound her, and offered up an escape route.

Is he the one Billy’s been fucking with this whole time? He’s been dangling her in front of him just to let her go at the last second?

But when he looks over, there’s a command in Billy’s eyes. He’s lining up Stu’s shot and ordering him to take it. Giving her a little false hope just so Stu can bat it away. How’s he such a piece of shit and also the perfect man?

She opens her mouth to respond, to dash through the open cage door. He cuts her off.

“Don’t do that,” he pretends to reprimand Billy. “Look how uncomfortable she is.”

He suppresses his smile as he does exactly as he’s just instructed Billy. She’s uncomfortable and now also confused. She doesn’t know which direction he’s moving with this. She's praying that he's about to show her mercy. 

Her prayers are going to remain unanswered.

He takes just a little too long to continue speaking, to let her suffer an extra half a second before he pulls the trigger. “You’re being so rude to turn down a neighborly welcome.”

Billy’s snicker is silent, but Stu feels the vibration against his body. That, along with the despair in their target’s eyes, warms his bones with sweet satisfaction. 

Maybe he’ll actually be thanking Billy later instead of punishing him. 

The smile on his face is completely genuine when he answers. “We’d love to come.”

[ezdotjpg]

Comic Paneling Process

to answer a question from @pluviatrix​, here’s a post detailing how I approach paneling!

The unhelpful answer is that it really depends on what kind of scene I’m trying to fit onto a page, because the energy and mood will dictate the kinds of shapes and layouts I gravitate towards. I usually start out with a short script, which for the last two bonus links updates looked like this:

Writing the script helps me visualize what needs to happen and gives me a good idea of how many pages it might take. There’s a few rules of thumb that I use to start:

angled panels = intensity. So do irregular panel shapes, but the more irregular the panels are the harder it is to balance other panels on the page, so that’s something to keep in mind

Lots of small, close together panels = fast-paced action, especially if the panels are angled. Larger, spaced out panels = a slower paced, even maybe a slow motion feel.

5 panels per page is the sweet spot. Sometimes it can be less if a moment is really important and I want to emphasize it, but I try not to have any more than 8, because any more and it starts to get overcrowded.

leave room for text bubbles!!!!!!! they need more room than you think!!!!!!!

Your goal is to lead the eye around. Because I make comics in english, that means that everything should be designed around zig-zagging from left to right, down, left to right. The eye will naturally do that, but helping it out leads to pages that feel smoother. If I’m going to break that form, I have to find a way to force the eye to go where I want it to go. 

That last one is the most important. There’s a few ways you can create this zig-zag: with the text boxes, with the poses, or with the panels themselves. Ideally it would be all 3. So for a basic 5 panel example:

option 1 is less visually clear than option 2, because the first two rows of panels don’t lead your eye smoothly. Generally speaking, whatever you choose for your first row of panels, the second row needs to contrast, unless you’re creating an even grid intentionally. Here’s an example of a page where I break the rules a little, but I make up for it by guiding the eye around:

Once again generally speaking putting two smaller panels next to one taller panel can be somewhat confusing as to which order you should read the panels in, but I tried to mitigate that with making those two small panels a pulled out shot and then a close-up of the same subject. Then, the use of that big text bubble coming from the horn forces the eye up to the top of the taller panel, which then draws ur eye down because of those two silver lizalfos at the bottom. The lizalfos in those two angled panels are posed facing the ways I want to lead the reader’s eye, and so is Beetle. And here are some notes on how I approached this action-heavy page: 

That middle row is all angles with things swinging in and out of frame to suggest quick, sudden movement. That close up of Loft is wedged in the middle like it’s chipping off the next panel, with Loft looking direct into the events of the next panel to communicate that he’s anticipated the Lizalfos’ movements. And to finish off, here’s what this most recent update looked like in sketch:

I start out making the panels themselves first and just treat it like a graphic design problem, trying to make sure it all feels balanced on the page. And then I fill them in and adjust as needed.

 And that’s about all I’ve got! I hope this was helpful lol and if anyone has like specific questions abt stuff feel free to shoot them my way! Of course, everything that I say here has an exception, and there are plenty of instances where you can break these ‘rules’ in service of the story you’re telling. That’s actually my biggest piece of advice- your panels are a part of the story! They’re another tool in ur arsenal to set the mood and feeling, so you should utilize them!

[snexy-the-snail]

A OS idea that I’m sooo soft for is when the pred and prey are sleeping separately and the pred has a nightmare. In the nightmare something happens to their precious prey and the pred fails to protect them. The pred gasps awake and hurries over to their prey and has an urgent NEED to tuck their prey away to physically feel that they’re alright and nothing has actually happened to them. It works for literally any fandom of your choosing ^_^

OH yes!!!! These are literally always so sweet, the just NEED to have the prey close, like just holding isn’t going to do just shit, it's almost like a hunger than can only be solved but tucking the prey away- 

Also, we all know what fandom I’m going to pick lol)) 

Dreams for Poseidon were often...much like his seas, constantly changing. Most of his life had been spent fighting battle and as such his dreams would flex and shift towards his fights, his losses in the wars, his regrets, his triumphs.  

Fighting with his son had been..tricky. He had to be conscious of every movement, every future movement and Percy was as unpredictable as the ocean at times. He swore he had nearly faulted with a hit when Percy had launched himself off his shoulder to stab a giant.  

The memory was burned within his mind, always causing his heart to race, however tonight it was worse playing out as a dream. Much to his horror his son’s broken body lay on the ground, taunting laughter echoing around him until he jolted awake. Several gasping breaths bring in the soothing salt water into his lungs, his heart rapidly beating. He wasn’t on the battlefield, Percy wasn’t laying dead on the ground, he was most likely resting in his cabin.  

He needed to see him.  

Poseidon moves from his bed, running a hand through his hair before concentrating on the fountain in the cabin. In seconds he was in his son’s cabin, the boy’s form resting on the bottom bunk closest to the door. He was sprawled out and snoring slightly, a thin line of drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth.  

Alive. 

He steps to the bed, brushing hair from Percy face. The boy's nose scrunches up tensing before his muscles relax. He cups his palm against the boy’s cheek relishing the feeling of warmth and the steady pulse indicating his son was alive. “You’re safe.” he murmurs to himself. His voice sounded..wrong shaky, unsure. He sounded scared and that was not a feeling Poseidon was fond of.  

“You’re safe” He repeats, moving his hand to card through Percy’s hair lightly tugging any tangles he came across out. Still the bitter feeling in his chest wouldn’t leave. With a frown Poseidon finds himself carefully guiding his son’s body as he lays in the bed as well, resting Percy against his frame. The feeling eased, more so when small movements had Percy snuggling against him, the boy's face pressed into his chest.  

Any other time this mortal shell would be silent, he did not need to breathe to survive, nor did he need a heart to pump ichor through his veins though he knew the silence would cause his son to stir. The noise was..annoying at times but the silence would be more unsettling, he found.  

Finally, the bitter feeling in his chest hit a point where he couldn’t bear it. He grits his teeth before taking a breath in, a hand resting on Percy’s back. The feeling was awful, and the anxiety of knowing what would fix it was just as bad. He wasn’t his father, and Percy wouldn’t be trapped, it would be safe. This wasn’t even the first time he had done this and yet it still brought the same feeling of cold dread into his chest.  

The bitter feeling finally outweighed the cold feeling of dread, his hand following the shrinking form of his son. The snores of his sleeping child halt for a moment, a whine drawing from the sleeping form before Percy settled again. A fond chuckle escapes Poseidon, the god hooking his fingers under the boy before lifting him up. The heartbeat he had recently taken to keep pumping pounded heavily in his chest.  

Still, he continues lifting his hand until he finds himself pressing Percy's feet to his lips. An uneasy growl comes to his middle, his stomach churning anxiously. Another breath in and out and Poseidon was carefully guiding the small form into his mouth, his tongue safeguarding his body from the slight points in his teeth. Despite his feelings on the matter, he always found his body reacting instantly to the presence of his son, the slick muscle already cradling the small form. A surge of protectiveness washes over him, relief shortly accompanying it as he focused on the weight tucked neatly inside his mouth.  

Memories of the beginning surged forward as they always had but... Poseidon didn’t have any memories of ever being held like this, no spot of hesitation just the sensation of falling and darkness. The subtle glow from his mouth brightened the memory.  

Movement brings him back to the present, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as Percy shifts, curling up on his side more. The muscle cups more around him, offering his son support.  

He sits like that for some time, his back pressed against the coral walls of the cabin, listening to the soft babbling of the fountain in the middle of the room. It was...surprisingly peaceful. He hadn’t expected to feel so at peace not after the haunting images of his son’s corpse- 

A shiver runs down his spine, shoving the image down. Percy was safe, he was alive and more importantly he was resting soundly. Cautiously he tilts his head back, feeling the weight shift from the center of his mouth when there was no stirring from his child he continued. Once he felt tiny feet squish against the entrance to his throat he swallows. He could feel Percy traveling down his throat, the muscles pulling his son down firmly. Even with how quick the motion was it felt like eons. 

The brief feeling of tightness then a weight plopping down was the indication Percy had landed. Much to his surprise the dread, the fear and uncertainty that usually accompanied this action was absent. He enjoyed this, and yet he didn’t feel like the gluttonous creature he viewed his father as. 

This, he decided, was different, a small smile dances across his lips bringing a hand to rest against his middle. There wasn’t any indication he held such a small life inside him, the boy safely tucked away behind layers of muscle and divine energy.  

[ramblingoak]

Dumbasses

Cardinal Primo attempts to help his youngest brother sort through some hurt feelings.

I needed some soft older brother Primo last night and came up with this.  Gen, SFW, no warnings and about 1,100 words.  Enjoy!

“He’s a dumbass.”

Primo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.  Please, Satan, save him from younger brothers.

“Terzo, you shouldn’t call your friends dumbasses.” He had to stop himself from laughing at the petulant face his youngest brother was making.  Primo had been in the middle of prepping the weekly sermon for Nihil when he had received a call from one of the sisters that oversaw the lessons for the younger children.  Apparently Terzo had gotten in a fight with who had, up until now, been his dearest friend in the abbey.

“Copia isn’t my friend anymore so I guess that means I can call him one.”  Solid logic from the young boy.  Primo stood up and walked around his desk to lean against the front of it.  He smoothed an imaginary wrinkle out of his cassock and tried to think of a different tactic.  Terzo continued to sit in the too-big-for-him chair and swing his skinny legs back and forth.

“Fratellino, do you see that picture on the wall?  Behind my desk?” Primo leaned forward to catch Terzo’s eyes when he wouldn’t look at him.  Slowly he got a similar mismatched gaze to meet his own.  Primo pointed to a recently drawn picture pinned neatly on the wall next to a few framed family photos. “Can you tell me what it is a drawing of?”

“I don’t know, two kids?  One of them looks like a dumbass.”  Some of the tension seemed to leave Terzo’s body so Primo pressed on.

“Ok, two kids and it looks like there’s a dog next to them.  What are the kids doing?”  Terzo’s bottom lip was beginning to stick out and he had started to rub his fingers together.  A habit he had picked up from his friend.

“They’re holding hands.  And it’s a rat.”  Primo tried to hide his smile, both of his little brothers were so easy to rile up.  He was pretty sure that if this talk succeeded Terzo would be telling Copia all about how big of a dumbass his eldest brother was.

“Molto bene, and you’re right, that is obviously a rat, my apologies.” He ignored that he heard the mumbled idiota Terzo barely attempted to hide and pressed on, “Now my fratellino, can you tell me what is written above the children and their rat?”

And there they were, tears had begun to well in Terzo’s eyes and slowly drift down his cheeks.  His brother could be an insufferable little shit, but he often acted that way to hide that he was a very sweet, lonely boy.  It had never been easy for him to make friends, most of the other children were wary of the Emeritus heirs.  In Secondo’s case they were downright scared of him.  

But when young Copia had moved into the abbey he and Terzo had instantly become thick as thieves.  Copia had come with a few other children from a local orphanage and the shy, reserved boy barely spoke a word to anyone at first.  But after a few weeks of being joined at the hip with Terzo he had begun to open up and gain more confidence.  The two boys were good for each other.

Primo reached over and placed a gentle hand on Terzo’s head and ruffled his hair a bit.  Terzo reached up and batted him away, grumbling and smoothing his hair back down.  “Fratellino?  What does the picture say?” His brother mumbled something while looking down at his hands. “Terzo, come on.  Tell me.”

“It says ‘Best Friends Forever, Copia and Terzo’,” A loud sniffle came from him then and more tears fell.  “And then it says ‘Brizio too’ because Copia’s rat is pretty cool and oh!  Primo!  Copia taught him how to walk on a tightrope!  It was amaz-”  A frantic knock on his office door interrupted his excited chattering.  Before Primo could call out for whomever it was to wait the door opened and a set of red rimmed green and white eyes peered inside.

“Cardinal Primo?  Have you seen…oh.”  Copia had started to rush towards Primo, but stopped when Terzo peered from around the chair.  “Terzo!  I’ve been looking for you everywhere!  Sister Agnes said you became sick and were resting in your room but you weren’t there and I went to find Secondo but he told me you had run away and joined the circus but I knew that wasn’t true because you’re scared of clowns so I went to Sister Imperator but Papa Nihil was there and said to check with Primo and then he closed the door on me.  So.  Here I am.”

Primo watched Copia’s little chest rise and fall rapidly after spitting all of that out.  So much for that shy, quiet boy.  He watched as Terzo jumped down from the chair and stepped up to Copia, his little fists clenched at his side.  Primo held his breath hoping he wouldn’t have a couple of roughed up boys to drag to the infirmary later.

“Copia I’m sorry I called you a dumbass but you said my hair looked stupid and that was mean.”  Terzo huffed and crossed his skinny arms in front of his chest.  

No one said a word for a few moments and Primo was about to prompt Copia to respond but the little boy flung his arms around Terzo, big fat tears falling down his face.  He was blubbering into Terzo’s shirt in Italian, completely despondent.  Terzo stood there awkwardly for a moment but finally began to pat his friends back and eventually calm him.  The two whispered a few things to each other and then hugged again.

“Boys, is everything ok now?” Primo clasped his hands in front of him before the urge to hug them both to his chest got too great.  The two looked at him with small smiles on their face, both covered in snot and tears.  

“Yes, Primo” They both chimed in at once and started to fidget, ready to probably run around the abbey and cause mischief.  

“That’s good, now you’re both supposed to still be in lessons but I will let you take the rest of the day off as long as you stay in Terzo’s room, ok?  Don’t cause any trouble.” 

Terzo grabbed Copia’s hand and immediately started dragging him out of the office, Copia waved back at Primo and he heard his small voice as they both ran out the door, “Wait Terzo, what did you call me?”

Primo sighed and sat back down at his desk.  He pushed around his sermon notes trying to get back into the right frame of mind.  As he was starting to put some more notes down his phone rang again. “Cardinal Pri-, what?  Sister Agnes please slow down, what did Secondo do again?  Lucifer’s balls, alright fine.  Yes.  Yes, fine I’ll be right there.”  Primo slammed the phone back on its receiver and groaned.

Secondo was such a dumbass.

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